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Your Prisoner...(Open to 1 female, please pm)

Your Prisoner...(Closed to myself and Aliyahlovinsex)Agree ran through the forest, his heart racing wildly. He couldn't allow them to capture him; the gods alone new what they did with any men they caught. The stories told around the campfires were bad enough. An ambush had separated him from the men under his command, and it was only a few miles back that his horse had broken his leg. He'd had to leave the beast behind, as he'd heard the accursed women, still on his trail. The sword at his hip could defend him from one, maybe two or three of them, but he had no idea how many were chasing him. So he ran...IOC: What I am looking for here is for a female to play the leader of the war band who captures Agree. My character belongs to a large barbarian tribe that has begun to make forays into the woods nearby, which are known to be the home of a matriarchal people who protect the woods furiously. The leader, since she was the one responsible for his capture, would have any rights with him, she wished according to the laws of their people. I am personally open to almost anything that doesn't include Nero, scat, male on male, or mutilation. Please pm me if interested. Character Name: Agree BloodtalonAge: 21Description: A tall, nimble man with wiry muscles covering his lean frame. Agree has long, black hair that falls down to the middle of his back, and clear blue eyes. He keeps his face clean-shaven, and has a few scars from previous raids into the forest, most notably a long, thin one down the inside of one thigh. Typically, he wears earthy colors to help him blend with his surroundings, since he led a band of scouts. IOC:Name: Calypso AKA Artemis Age:20Description: Tall and dark-skinned, her mother had been the leader of the tribe before getting herself killed. Despite Calypso's young age, she is a strong warrior, kind-hearted yet cold when need be. She wears light clothing, tight to her skin, allowing her to move freely.IC:"Find him," Calypso yelled with fury. Her warriors had done a great job of separating the leader from his band, but still he was on the run, when he should have been captured straight away. They passed his obviously disabled horse and knew that he must now be on foot; it seemed they would close in on him in no time. Urging her horse into a faster gallop she sped through the forest keeping her eyes open for any sign of the young tribal leader. Hearing the women moving to try to surround him in the woods, he cursed them all, knowing he would not escape. Growling low in his throat, he turned around and drew the sword at his side. If he couldn't escape, he would take as many of them down as he could before they took him. "Damned banshees! Come get me if you dare, devil-cunts!" he yelled out, eyes darting around wildly, trying to catch sight of them. Jagren dropped into a low, defensive stance, the point of his blade pointed at the ground slightly. He would be no easy meat; even if the gods had abandoned him, as they seemed to, he would not let go of his honor so easily. Calypso heard his yell split the air. How dare he insult them like that when he knew absolutely nothing of them. She signaled to her troop to stop for she had spotted him. He stood in a small clearing with his sword drawn. She knew if some of her troop got close to him that he would be able to take them out at such close range, after all he must have been the leader of the band of men for some reason. The last thing she wanted was to lose any more of her warriors. Drawing her bow and arrow, she aimed at her target and let loose, revealing the reason she was called Artemis. The Greek goddess had been the goddess of the hunt and a great archer; Calypso was as well. Her arrow, which had previously been dipped in a sleeping potion, flew directly to its mark, which was his upper arm, and she knew it would not be long before he would feel its effects. She did not often use these arrows for it spoiled the joys of the hunt, but for tonight she wanted no more death. And once he had been captured, she would make sure he enjoyed his stay. She eyed him as he stood there; he had already pulled the arrow out of his arm. She relished the thought of him for it had been a long time since she had enjoyed the booty of a hunt. He was beginning to wonder why he could not see or hear any of them. Then he heard the whir of the arrow as it flew through the air, taking him in the arm. There was pain, of course, but not as much as there should have been, it seemed. It didn't dawn on him until he began to feel sluggish why the pain was lessened, and he pulled to get the arrow out of his flesh. It was too late, however. Feeling the toxin taking his senses, he tried to lift the sword to stab it into his own belly. If he could manage, he would refuse to let them take him alive. Before he coulé stab the blade into his gut, though, he dropped it on the ground, silently cursing the women as he fell to the side, landing on the ground unconsciously. She noted that he had wanted to kill himself. Did he really think they were that bad? She signaled to her women to move cautiously towards him; she didn't think he was pretending, but just in case, she didn't want anyone getting hurt. She had lost far too many warriors to these foolish men who constantly harassed her people, trying to defeat them. The first of her group reached the young man and kicked him around a bit, assuring that he was indeed asleep. Satisfied that he was out, she climbed off her horse and walked closer to him. He was even more handsome than she had first thought, the light scars that touched him here and there only enhancing his strong body. "Help me put him on my horse," she said to two of the nearby warriors and they acquiesced helping her to lift him. Finally, she remounted her horse behind him and allowed his head to rest on her chest. Reaching around him, she tied his hands tightly together with a piece of rope taken from her pouch." Victory is ours, my sisters," she shouted into the forest air, and they all let out a cheer. "Let us return to our homes." She urged her horse into a gallop and made her way home, the rest of her band following close behind her.Finally, they arrived to the cheers of their people. Calypso dismounted her horse signaling to two of the males to bring the tribal leader into the prison hut. There she tied his hands to an iron loop on the wall and his feet to an iron stake in the floor. Satisfied that he could not escape she rejoined her people outside and smiled." We have triumphed this day," she yelled. "Let us celebrate!" The people whooped and cheered, and they began to make preparations for a feast. Calypso herself retired to her hut, the day had been long, and she wanted to rest. She awaited the time when her prisoner would awake and she could question him. The next thing that Agree realized, he was bound rather uncomfortably, his wrists drawn over his head and his ankles together on the ground. Letting out a groan, he had to try several times to open his eyes, fighting off the lingering effects of the toxin. His breaths were slow and deliberate, and the sound of the celebration outside the hut he was in hurt his head. As he flexed his arms, trying to pull free of the bonds, he could feel the pain in his arm more clearly, making him growl wordlessly and shake his head." Dishonorable banshees," he growled low, and spat with the words, trying to get the foul taste the venom had left in his mouth out. "Shot me like an animal, and used poison as well," he groaned again, between the discomfort of his position and the pain in his arm from the wound. Calypso awoke not long after she had fallen asleep to the sounds and smells of the celebration outside. She pulled on a cloak;it was near dark and the night was chilly. Then she stepped outside, and was greeted by her tribe, her family as she thought of them. A wooden cupful of ale was pushed into her hands and she lifted it to them, silently toasting. Her thoughts returned to her prisoner, who was no doubt awake by now, and she hesitated in the medicine doctor's tent grabbing a flask of water and some rags. As she made her way to the prisoner's tent she was congratulated by several members of her tribe who were all celebrating and getting drunk. Finally, she arrived at the hut and pushed open the door. There he lay in the darkness, and she lit the torches that hung just inside the door to illuminate him. He growled at her like an animal, obviously furious at his present situation. She laughed at him, which only made him angrier. Silently she walked over to him and knelt next to him;he struggled against his bonds while looking at her with hate in his eyes. He pulled back when she tried to touch him, and she hit him in the face angrily. "Do you want to get an infection?" she asked him, not sure if he would even hear her in his present state. But he allowed her to wash his wound, and she wrapped it tightly with a clean rag." What is your name?" she said softly, briefly letting her hand linger on his arm. Agree winced as she tied the cloth around his wound, but made no further sound until she had tied it in place. Feeling her finger on his arm, he clenched his fists, realizing that pulling away from her would do no good. Now that he could see her more clearly, he realized she was quite lovely, but that didn't change the manner in which he had been brought down. "Why should it matter to you? You brought me down the same way you would an animal, you've treated me no better than one. Why should I have a name?" he growled back at her angrily, eyes shining with defiance in the dim light of the torches. He could do little else but speak at the moment, of course, but he would not simply roll over and hope they had mercy on him. She looked at him with surprise when he said that they had not treated him any better than an animal. "I would not bind the wounds of an animal, nor would I bring a captured animal something to eat, so unless you wish to starve to death, you will tell me your name." He still looked at her defiantly and she knew that calming him would not be an easy task. She moved to where his hands were bound to the wall. Holding tightly to them, she untied the rope that was tied to the iron loop and lowered his arms to his lap. Then she checked to make sure his feet were still tightly bound and satisfied that they were she sat cross-legged in front of him, taking in every inch of his body." You will not be harmed as long as you do what we ask," she told him. "If you decide to rebel, then I will let the villagers have their fun with you. And trust me," she said, attempting to look him in the eye. "You do not want that." "The dishonor you have brought me already is worse than death. At least we give your people clean deaths by the blade," he responded as she lowered his hands to his lap. It was a more comfortable position at least, though he half-wished for the discomfort he had before; it had made fighting the effects of the toxin much easier. Shaking his head, as if to try to clear it, he exhaled deeply. Somehow, he had to find a way out of the bonds, even if it was only to claim his own life at that point. At least some of his honor would be restored. "If you must know, my people called me Agree," he said, glaring at the floor. Having been captured, especially in the manner he was, he knew he was no longer worthy of that name. She did not understand these barbarians. Had she been captured she would surely try to find a method of escape, not sit there and wish for death." Do you truly long to leave this world, Agree?" she asked softly. "Of course, that can be arranged, but first I would like for you to learn a little about my people. We are not deaconesses as you think. We are simply people, trying to protect what has been ours for centuries." Calypso rose from the ground and turned to him. "I am Calypso," she said. "Or Artemis as my people call me." Opening the door to leave, she hesitated. "I would tell you not to go anywhere, but judging your present state you cannot anyway." She closed the door and smiled to herself. How defiant he was, and she liked that about men. He would not be broken easily, but she vowed to do her best in trying. The throng of people in the village were dancing now, chanting songs from long ago. She made her way silently to the fire and took off a huge chunk of meat, wrapping it in a cloth. She then poured some wine and returned to her prisoner, who had no doubt tried to break free in her absence." Here is some food," she said, delivering the meat to his lap and forcing the cup in between his legs. "There will be guards outside your tent, just in case you decide to try something." She paused letting her eyes rove up and down his body again. "Tomorrow is a new day, and I will return to you then, so get some sleep." She did not wait for him to answer, she simply withdrew from the hut, and joined the partners outside. Many hours later she made her way to her own hut and collapsed on the bed, sleep overcoming her quickly. "My honor is gone, and I have been taken from my tribe. What reason do I have for living now?" he asked her angrily, eyes blazing with hatred for her. His well-muscled chest heaving with his breaths, he kept his gaze on her as she gave her name, up until she walked out the door. Once she was gone, he did try to break his bonds, grunting with the effort of pulling against them, until the pain in his arm made him stop. When she returned to bring him food and wine, he did not touch it. As she left, he called out, "No need to worry. Your beast cannot break his bonds, so your guards should have an easy night." He did his best to push the food and wine both away from him, wanting nothing from her, or her people. Dawn broke on the small village and as usual Calypso was one of the first out of her bed. The morning was unusually warm, and she decided to bathe in a river that ran close to the village. Haltingly she remembered her prisoner and went to check up on him. The guards at the hut's door nodded to her as she opened the door and entered. It appeared that he was sleeping and she smiled. He was probably still feeling the effects of the sleeping potion for she doubted he would have slept this deeply otherwise. She stepped closer and bent over him, reaching a hand out towards his face. "Wake up, my little beast," she said pulling on his ear a little. "It is time for you to feel the effects of your attack on my forest." ..... Agree slept, but far from soundly, dreams plaguing him almost as soon as his eyes closed. The toxin had helped him sleep despite his empty stomach, though he still did not touch food or drink, plate and cup sitting full on the floor when she came to wake him. The tug on his ear brought a pleasant-sounding moan from him before he realized where he was, and remembered what had happened. His eyes widened suddenly then, fear and anger in them as he jerked away from her hand and looked up at her." Your forest can burn, with you in it, for all I care now, demon spawn," he spat the words out, once more trying to pull free of his bonds. It did no good, no matter how hard he pulled. His muscles rippled with the effort, but to no avail. The barbarian was trapped. Calypso tried not to laugh as he struggled against his bonds. He had spirit, at least she could admire that. "You said for all you Carnot. Does that mean that you cared about the forest before?" she questioned. She opened the door to the hut, allowing the two guards outside to come in, and they bent to untie him from the ground. She did not want to take any risks for it was obvious that he had not calmed any since last night. The two male guards untied Agree's feet and stood him up, tightening the ropes around his hands. She turned to leave the hut, and they pushed him roughly forward, out into the warmth of daylight. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the dark of the hut, and she blinked against the rays of the sun, letting her lids stay half closed. The people of the village were mostly awake now, and they hailed her as they passed; they stared menacingly at the captive who walked through their midst. Taking the shortest route to the river, they soon arrived, and the guards tied her prisoner's hands to a nearby tree. Her mother's favorite thing to do with a freshly captured prisoner was to bring them here and let them watch her bathe, and Calypso thought she would try it. There were iron stakes in the ground and the guards tied Agree's feet around them, his legs spread open just a bit. She nodded to the guards, and they departed, leaving an angry Agree behind. She paid him no mind and began to undress, letting her long dark hair spill down unto her back as she pulled it free of its leather thong. Furthermore, she could feel his eyes as he watched and was waiting for him to say something crude as she knew he probably would. "What I cared about before or not doesn't matter. The man I was before is dead, and his body should have joined him," he growled back at her. When the men untied his feet, he tried to pull away from them to get away, but lack of real rest combined with hunger and wounds had weakened him far too much to get free of two warriors. Agree had little choice but to go where he was pushed. Walking through the village, he glared angrily at those who looked at him with such derision. "What, does none of you have the courage to finish me?" he yelled at them, "Or is it the honor you lack? You've captured me as a beast, can you not slaughter me as one as well?" He thought perhaps he'd be able to taunt someone into ending his life before their torture could begin. Once he had been taken out of the village, he realized it was to no avail. When he was tied to the iron stakes, he glared at the two guards until they were out of view. His attention then turned to her, and saw that she was undressing. Her beauty was undeniable, but the anger inside him refused to be lessened by it, "What, you can't even torture me in front of your villagers, demon bitch? Are you really such a coward?" As she undressed further, he let out a deep breath, feeling his shaft hardening in his breeches despite his wishes. She let out a small laugh as he screamed at her; as usual his accusations way off base. "Who said I was going to torture you?" she asked. She was completely naked now, and the soft breeze felt good against her hardening nipple. Turning to him, she saw that her nudity was at least having a little effect on him. She walked closer to him and bent down her breasts dangling in his face, before she lowered herself even further to run a light hand over his groin. Sure enough it was hardened and from what she could feel, it was decent sized as well. "This is not torture," she informed him. "If you do not like this, we can return to the village square and I can humiliate you there. It's your choice." Despite her harsh words, she smiled at him, letting her hand lightly caress the front of his breeches where his shaft stood begging for attention. Strain against the ropes as he might, Agree could not pull away from her when she approached him. As she got closer, his heart began to race, his fear, loathing, and arousal making his head swim. When her hand ran over his groin, she could tell both that he was swollen, and that he was still growing. The plains barbarians were often much more well-endowed than the men of her village were, and it seemed that her captive fit the bill as well. Swallowing hard, he could not find the words to deny that he was enjoying her touch, though he did continue to lash out, "No one needs to say it; why else would you keep me alive? You've already humiliated me, treating me as an animal, or even less." The hotheaded barbarian wished his body would stop responding to her, but it would not heed his thoughts at all. She stepped away from him without responding to his comments. She could have him whipped for his comments, or even killed, but she didn't want this barbaric man to hate her so much. Although her body craved his, his cruel words kept her mind from being allied with her body, making sexual arousal hard. But he was aroused, that was for sure. His shaft was long and hard, even while he was spewing demon. There was no doubt in her mind that he found her desirable. Silently she stepped into the river and began to bathe, ignoring his hateful eyes on her back. Part of her wanted to kill him and put him out of his obvious misery and the other part wanted to press herself over his hardness again and again till they both cried out from the pleasure of it. As she stepped away from him, he gave a groan of frustration would think, left with no way to ease his obvious arousal. His breathing remained heavier as he watched her, the hate and lust swirling in his mind reflected in his eyes. Then something dawned on him, and he laughed bitterly, "So this is how you will torture me, is it? I noticed you never denied that you would. Do you truly think my people as stupid as that?" Shifting against his bonds with frustration, he tried not to watch her as she bathed, but it did no good; he found his eyes always drawn back to her nude form. Soon, he was keenly aware of THS throbbing in his shaft, and he found himself wondering just how long she planned on keeping him alive. He acted as if he knew her people so well, and yet he knew nothing. Her tribe protected the forest and the place they called home;it had been their way of life for thousands of years. Who did these strangers think they were to come in and try to steal a piece of it?" Think before you speak, barbarian," she said sharply as she stepped out of the river. "Your tongue runs like the wind, but your words are that of a child. You have been told stories, I am sure, and perhaps that is why you have not kept silent. I have been nothing but kind to you, and you would do well to hold your tongue." She had walked over to him and was now settling her still nude body on his lap. She smiled as a thought occurred to her. "At least hold your tongue for now. I may have use for it later." She turned darkly seductive eyes on his and saw the desire that lay behind them. If he spoke she barely heard it; her mind was now overwhelmed with thoughts of lust and her fingers started to lift away his shirt, revealing the hard body beneath. As she approached him again, speaking down to him as if he were a child this time, he simply glared at her, though lust could be seen in his gaze just as easily as his anger. When she sat in his lap, he couldn't help but groan at the direct contact, only the leather of his breeches between his cock and her naked body. Then she began to strip his shirt off, and he squirmed helplessly as he tried to get away. "Kind?" he challenged her words, though his voice was breathy, betraying his arousal as much as his body did, "You call shooting me with a poisoned arrow kind? Is it any wonder that I expect torture, if you consider that kindness?" "I did what I had to," she replied in answer to his question. "I did not want to risk you killing any of my people. We have already lost too many to the barbarian horde and for what reason?" She pulled his shirt up his arms and though he was still resisting, it was obvious that he wanted her. Realizing that she would have to untie his arms to get his shirt off completely, she hesitated and looked into his eyes." I will untie your hands if you promise not to resist me." "So why not just kill me honorably? I don't understand," his voice trailed off, his anger wavering under the weight of his lust, at least momentarily. Hunger, lack of sleep, and his wounds had him far too weak to fight the need she was building in him. Closing his eyes, he felt her pulling at his shirt, further baring him to her, still wondering what else she would do to torment him; he was still certain she was going to torture him somehow, beyond just keeping him alive to bear the shame of his capture. At her question, he bit his lip and growled, his anger surging again at the only possible answer to her question, "I...won't resist you." Beyond what he thought possible, his shame was deepening, but he knew it was pointless to fight her anyway. As weak as he was, she would easily defeat him if he did try, and then he would simply find himself in an even worse position, he was sure. She rose slowly from her position on his lap and untied his hands. He seemed glad to have them free for the moment. In one swift movement she pulled his light shirt off his body completely and tossed it gently aside, moving to resume her previous position. Her need to feel him grew steadily, and she ran her hands over his muscular chest, pausing to gently squeeze his nipples. Then her wandering hands moved to his face, touching the light scars that were there, wondering what the story behind each one was.Finally, she brought her hands back down his chest and rising up slightly; she pulled gently at the lacing of his breeches. She could feel him, hard and big, throbbing to be released from the leather prison.“Do you want this?” she said, more to hear him admit that he did then to ask for his permission. When she removed his shirt, he had to fight with himself to put his hands on the ground in order to keep his word. He had to find some sort of honor to cling to, as little as it was, as she seemed intent on stripping it all away from him. Agree noticed that she was not going to answer his question, instead intent on tempting him. The pulls on his nipples went straight to his aching cock, bringing low groans from between his clenched teeth. Her touches on his face made him burn for her, and he bit his bottom lip hard in an effort to keep from making any sounds. Then he felt her tugging at the laces of his breeches, growling conflicted. His body wanted her to take them off, needed her to; that was the last thing that his mind wanted, however. To give her what she seemed to want really would make him nothing more than a stupid beast, as far as he was concerned, but she was making it impossible to not give in. When she asked him if he wanted it, his answer reflected his confusion, "Yes! No! Please..." His voice trailed off almost pitifully. His words conflicted but although he had not given a clear answer, it was obvious that he did want her. Her hands finally undid the lacings completely and her head swam as she got a glimpse of what lay beneath. Eager to get the cursed breeches off she pulled gently trying to work them off his hips. “Lift,” she said, amused, for she was not used to doing all the undressing. He lifted his firm rear off the ground high enough for her to pull the breeches past them and halfway down his legs. Her eyes grew wide at the thickness of his shaft; it was so much larger than any of the village men. She closed her eyes for a moment imagining if he was not her prisoner, and they were merely lovers, spending every second locked in passion. But experience had taught her that men were not to be trusted, especially with a woman’s heart. And so she played with them, just as she was doing now. She let her knees dig into the dry dust on either side of his legs and bent over his throbbing erection, lowering her mouth slowly to it. She blew soft breaths over it, coming closer and closer, but never touching. Furthermore, she knew he might be overcome and force her head down onto the monster, so she moved up to his stomach and chest, leaving a trail of wetness behind as she tasted his flesh. It tasted of sweat since he had not yet bathed, but it also tasted sweet. Moving further up she pressed her mouth to his lips, gently kissing them. When she had his breeches off, he rested on the ground again, seeing the look of surprise in her eyes when she took in the sight of his manhood. He didn't know about the difference in size between his own people and those of her village, so he had no idea why she looked at him that way. It didn't seem to be an unpleasant surprise the way she began teasing him, though, blowing bursts of air across the head of his shaft, bringing frustrated groans from limit occurred to him that he could grab her hair, force her down onto his cock, but instead he clenched his fists on the ground at his sides. Doing that would only bring the guards, he was sure; the best way to get the current torment to end was to play along with what she wished. Her lips felt wonderful against his skin as she worked her way up, but all he could think about, when he could think at all, was what sort of torture this could be leading to. Instinctively, however, he kissed her back when she pressed his lips to his. She could feel the tension in his body as she touched him, and was surprised when he kissed her back. She certainly hadn’t expected it, and it made her heart skip a beat. Perhaps he was softening. It was a light kiss, a small parting of the lips and drinking of each other, but it pleased her, and she began to work her hand over his rock solid member. She continued exploring his body with her tongue and lips, letting him think that perhaps this was her way of torturing him. Her thumb ran over the tip of him, drawing a few noticeable groans at least. But suddenly in the distance a loud noise was heard, and she paused, lips around his nipple and hand still holding his cock, listening. Had she really heard something, or was her imagination getting the better of her? She glanced at him to see if he had noticed anything. Agree's moans grew louder when she began to stroke his cock in her hand, his eyes remaining closed as her lips returned to exploring his body. His fists remained clenched at his sides, as he was shamed deeply by his inability to resist what she was doing. The soft feel of her lips and tongue were becoming more and more of a torture by the second. He almost missed the sound in the distance, but his scout training meant that such clues were difficult to get by him. His eyes widened with surprise for a moment as he looked at her, unsure what it had been. Seeing her own surprise, he dared to hope that it would be something that would take his life. The last thing he wanted to see, however, were his own people; they would never take him back now, after all. She rose slowly, lifting herself away from his body, although regrettably so. Soon there were footsteps to be heard and two of her female warriors approached them." Artemis," one of them said breathlessly. "There is a war band in the forest." They took note of her and Agree's nudity, one of them lifted her eyebrows in surprise, but they said nothing. Nudity was commonplace in the village. The noise she had heard was the call of one of her scouts, a warning. Looking back at Agree, she said, "Perhaps they have come to rescue you." She very much doubted that, it was more likely they were seeking revenge, or perhaps it was a different group altogether. She turned back to the warriors and said, "Go and prepare for the visitors. I will finish matters here and then meet you at the edge of the clearing." The two woman nodded and ran to do as she had asked. Calypso bent over Agree and untied his feet from the iron stakes. "Hurry," she urged him. "There isn't much time." She lightly touched his face before saying, "I can't have you running off when we were about to have so much fun." She smiled at him, noticed that his breeches were still halfway down his legs and stroked his shaft one last time, as if it would be good luck to do so. When everything was explained, Agree groaned, both with the frustration of knowing for sure he would be getting no relief, and at the possibility that the raiders could be his own tribe. Though he would likely get his death then, that would definitely complete his shame. He gave another groan when Calypso gave his cock one last stroke, glaring at her. The spell was mostly broken, his suspicion returning now that his arousal was not so intense. Pulling his breeches up, he gave thought to running away, but with the river there, he had little choice but to follow her back into the village. Maybe once there, he could escape in the confusion. They arrived in the village;people were running in every direction preparing to fight. She grabbed Agree's arm in case he decided to try something, propelling him to the prisoner's hut once again. As they entered she said, "You know the drill." His face was angry once again, but he complied and sat against the wall. She quickly tied his hands and feet once again, even in her hurry making sure that they were tight. Bending down over him once again she whispered, "I am sorry we were interrupted. If I live till tonight you may come to my tent, and we will continue where we left off." Calypso left the hut and then realizing her current dress would not do for fighting she hurried to her hut and pulled on the first piece of clothing she could find. The joined her warriors at the edge of the forest. The attack on the forest wasn't much of anything. It seemed to be a small search and rescue party scouting to find out what had happened to the previous group that had entered the forest. Instead of destroying the group, she and her warriors captured one of the men and drove the rest off. Riding to where he stood at sword point, she dismounted her horse and stared at him calmly. His demeanor was almost the same as Agree's; defiant till the last breath." Young man," she addressed him. "Take this message to your leaders and hear me well. This forest belongs to us, and we will never let you barbarians in. Do not send any more war bands for they will all be put to death as quickly as the last." She saw his face pale and continued, "Yes, that's right. Every man that was sent here yesterday fell to our swords; not one is left. Now you will take this word, and please do not enter our forest again." Mounting her horse again and riding swiftly away, she heard the man curse her. It was no matter however; she had better things to attend to. Hastily she made her way to the village and after tying her beautiful steed, she made her way to the prisoner's hut. She had gotten the skirmish out of the way as soon as possible for her thoughts lay continuously with Agree. While the battle was going on outside, Agree lay there, praying to the gods that whoever it was would wipe out the village entirely, put it to flame with him in it. At least then he would find rest rather than the continued shame of captivity. Once more, he was struggling against his bonds, hoping that Calypso had been in enough of a hurry that they might be looser or weaker in some way. It was not the case, however, and soon he was tired and ceased struggling again. Groaning pathetically, he slumped in his bonds, listening to his stomach growl. Calypso opened the door of the hut to find Agree slumping against the wall, obviously exhausted. Even from across the room, she could hear the loud rumbles that his stomach made, indicating his hunger. Her eyes took in the food she had brought to him yesterday, covered in dust and lying on the ground. He barely looked at her as she entered the hut, although his face was flushed. Whether it was from shame or exertion, she did not know." I see our food does not interest you," she said coldly. She was quickly growing tired of his attitude. She had been kind to him, feeding him, binding his wound. Perhaps it was cruelty to him that she kept him alive, but if he truly wanted her to kill him, he would not gain it in the manner in which he was behaving. She told him so, "I will not end your life, however much it may pain you; you would do well to push this thought from your mind entirely and dwell on the life that you are currently living." "What is life without honor? You've already killed me, demon whore; now you're just dragging out the pain and humiliation of it," he growled back at her, though he did not lift his head to look at her. "My fathers will not welcome my ghost to their table, and you talk as if I should be thankful," he spat the words, closing his eyes as his head resting on the ground. His body shone with perspiration from his attempts to free himself while the battle was going on, his wrists and ankles burned from pulling against the ropes. Falling silent, the only movement he made was the rising and falling of his chest as he awaited whatever else she was going to do to him. She contemplated his words silently for a while, not knowing what to say or do next. She understood that his shame was deeply rooted in the culture in which he had been raised. But to her, taking his life outside the context of battle was murder, and she could not bring herself to do it." I understand you, Agree," she finally said slowly. "What you have said is your belief. But you are in a different culture now, and we do not hold to the practice of cutting the heads off defeated men." She paused, thinking of a way to make him understand her. "My people believe that every life is sacred. We only kill human beings to protect this forest that we love so much; to protect our own people." She sighed. How to explain her beliefs to a man who probably wasn't listening to her anyhow? "Every life has its purpose. Mine is to be a wise and strong leader for my people, keeping them safe. Perhaps yours is to learn about life outside your own tribe. Honor is not lost because of a defeat," she continued. "Honor is simply standing up for what you believe in or what you cherish the most. I, for instance, cherish my people and my forest, and I am willing to die for them. What do you treasure, Agree?" "Honor is not lost in defeat. It is lost in being brought down as a beast," he responded, finally lifting his head to look up at her, "I treasure my tribe, my family. My capture shames them both, and I can no longer serve them. Why should I care about life outside my tribe? Without them, I am nothing." Shaking his head, he let it fall back to rest on the ground again, his eyes closing once more. As far as the young warrior was concerned, he could see no reason to continue wanting to live. Everyone and everything that he had cared about would no longer accept him back even if he were able to escape. Agree was an exile now, as far as his tribe was concerned. She heard his words, but did not know how to respond. Finally, she replied, "Well perhaps you will find a new people." She turned to leave the hut, for it seemed there was nothing to be done today. He was so cold; she did not want to deal with it tonight. She opened the door of the hut, briefly asking the two guards that stood outside to bring food and water to Agree. She turned to look at him, with his eyes closed obviously tortured by his situation. Furthermore, she had half a heart to let him go and leave him to his own devices." What would you do," she asked, "if I let you go?" "Let me go?" he laughed, not believing she would actually do such a thing. "I would end myself. To purge my shame, I would have to kill everyone in your village, and I am not stupid enough to believe I could do that," he went on, once more looking at her. Forcing himself to sit up as much as he could, he then shook his head at what she had said before leaving the hut, "None of the tribes would take in an exile. If you let me go, my choices are to wait for death as a coward, alone, or to face it on my own terms. Which would you choose?" She studied him for a minute before she chose an answer. "I would not choose either. I would make the best out of my captivity, especially if I had a beautiful host that desired me. Do not think I don't see the way you have looked at me, Agree." Calypso smiled. "There is lust and the same burning desire to feel flesh pressed against your body that I feel." He was handsome even in all of his thoughts of shame and exile; there was something about him that made her want to hold on to him forever. But tonight she would leave him to think. "I am going to leave you for now. Tomorrow is a new day; perhaps you will stop pretending that you don't want me, and we can pick up where we left off this morning." "Why does it matter if I want you or not? We've already both seen you could simply take what you wish of me," he responded, knowing that if he tried to deny what she said, he wouldn't even be able to convince himself. When she left him alone, he once more fell back to lay down, getting as comfortable as he could. The barbariandidwant her, and that only made his shame harder to bear. She was the one who had taken his honor, shaming him at every turn, and all he could think about was feeling her body against his. When the guards brought his food and water in, all he did was grunt in disgust, though the disdain he had was for himself. (IOC: Apologies for the long absence :-()She smiled at his words before she left the small hut; it was clear he did want her, and on some small level it lifted her spirits. The day's highs and lows had worn her, and she desperately wished she could go back to Agree and have him pleasure her. But there were other ways to find pleasure and after congratulating several of her warriors, she rushed to her own hut, finally stripping away the light clothing from her body. Normally, she would never have had to resort to pleasuring herself, but in the situation with Agree she felt that if he found out that she had brought another man to her hut, (one of the male guards was sure to tell him), it would only make him feel more dishonored and more difficult to deal with. Sighing, she collapsed into the nest of silk pillows that made up her bed and let her hands work up and down her body. Already she could feel the moisture of her sex as she slowly slid her hand between her thighs, writhing as she touched the throbbing button of flesh that lay between her lower lips. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud as she drew her finger over and over that nub, inserting one finger, then two into her hot slit. Up and down, round and round as she remembered Agree's huge shaft. She imagined the next day, and the pleasures it would bring, firmly deciding that no matter what his objections he would finally be hers. The pleasure of touching herself built and built, and she came, her breath hissing from between her teeth as she shuddered and jerked, the muscles of her tunnel clamping firmly around the fingers she had in her slit. She drew her left hand up over her body, letting it rest on her breast, and promptly fell asleep waiting for morning.********Day broke on the small village and Calypso awoke with a start. She was still naked from the night before and a small smile curved her lip as she remembered that today was the day she was finally going to make Agree hers. Throwing a silk sheet around her shoulders, she stepped outside." Bring the prisoner to my hut," she shouted to the guards across the way and then stepped back into her hut, throwing herself once again on the bed. (IOC: Not a problem. R/l gets us all at some point, I'm just glad you're back.) Sleep was slow in coming to Agree in his hunger, but his shame kept him from having enough of an appetite to eat anything. He was fairly sure if he tried any of the food left for him, it would come back up anyway, the way his stomach was roiling. The mixed emotions swirling through his head were playing havoc with the rest of his body as well. Finally, though, exhaustion took over, and he did fall asleep. His dreams were strange, flitting between nightmarish images of his people being taken by the banshee women of Calypso's tribe, and erotic scenes of her flesh pressed against his, though never did those scenes finish. When the guards came to get him, he was still asleep, though they woke him when they untied him and retied him to take him to her. Jagren's cock had been aching and hard when he woke from his slumber, and it was still visibly swollen when he was brought into Calypso's hut by the guards. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, but not the same as it would have been if he were unconscious. The barbarian was simply trying to come to terms with his shame; he was exhausted from fighting his lust, from fighting her. Calypso eyed Agree's obviously swollen shaft and noted his closed eyes. He looked exhausted, and he seemed to be getting thinner. As the guards exited her hut, she rose and came to stand in front of him. She bent down and untied his hands, gently caressing the marks that had been left on his skin from the guards tying the bonds too tight. Her body pressed against his as she did this, and she let her lips touch his, for a brief second, waiting for him to open his eyes." You must eat Agree," she said softly, her lips still pressing against his cool skin. "Come and bathe with me, and then we will dine." Her hands ran up his light shirt, feeling every bone and muscle in his back. "Do not fight me any longer," she breathed. Calypso rose and offered him her hand. He had not given any sign that he had heard her, and she wondered briefly if he was trying to fade himself from the world. IOC: Sorry for my absence here. RL got a bit hectic last week. Jagren sighed as she released his wrists from the bond, flexing his fingers a little. Then he felt her body against his, her lips so soft and moist against his own which were dry with his dehydration. He sat a few moments longer as she waited for some response from him, eyes still closed as he fought the shame that clouded his thoughts. Giving in to her would complete that shame, but he no longer had the strength to fight her. Nodding his head slowly, he finally opened his eyes, and reached for her hand, though his eyes were still downcast. The shame he felt was clear, but he took her hand anyway, needing her help to stand again, his strength nearly gone from the lack of restful sleep, food, and water. (IOC: As you said, RL has a way of catching up to you)Calypso took a deep breath inward as she looked at her captive, his eyes never meeting hers. It seemed that he had at last given up the fight. His hand slid into hers, and she felt as if an electric spark had split the air. He was finally giving in to his desires. After he stood, she opened the door to the hut, and led him outside. She did not want him to think she was purposefully treating him wrong, so she linked her arm with his as they walked, her heart beating with excitement. She felt sure that today would be the day. Jagren was quite silent as they walked, and she wondered if he would even feel "up" to her sexual advances. She knew he had not eaten in the past several days, but she also saw that he had not been sleeping much either. Despite her tribe's cruelness to outsiders, she had always been kind. In contrast, her mother had been known to beat almost the very breath out of her prisoners, before forcing them to pleasure her. That cruelty and wickedness had been her mother's undoing, and Calypso had no desire to follow her mother to the grave just yet. She stopped suddenly on the path, and turned to face Agree, her lips inches from his face. "You're driving me mad," she said breathing. "I want to feel every inch of your bare skin against me, and I want to feel you deep inside of me." Her wandering hand found the lacing of his breeches, and she rubbed the front of them. "You may be my prisoner, but I want you to make me yours." He was quiet as they walked, though the surprise showed on his face when she linked his arm with hers. That he was confused was clear; he had not expected her to treat him as an equal, only as a toy of sorts. Jagrendidwant her, and that was the source of no small part of his shame. His hunger and thirst would make it difficult, he was sure, as would his tiredness. Still, his captor had a strong effect on him, and he had no doubt that if the really wanted him, his body would respond. Her treatment of him made him curious, as she was being much kinder to him than he had expected, despite his stubborn refusal to give in. He found how easily his body would respond to her when she stopped him, and began to rub him through his breeches. When he groaned, she could feel his warm breath on her face, she was so close. "Why? I am nothing, a weakling outcast," he responded, though his hands had moved instinctively to her hips when she began to stroke his shaft through his clothes. Calypso's skin shivered at his touch against her skin as he moved his hands to her hips. "I am nothing, a weakling outcast," he said. She silenced him by pressing her lips against his. "You are not," she replied emphatically, grasping at the lacing of his breeches and pulling them slightly. As her hands struggled at his waist, her lips struggled to nestle themselves between his, seeking to quench the heat that was quickly beginning to make its way through her body. She finally loosened the lacings and reached into his pants to grasp his solid cock. The feel of the velvety shaft in her hand shuddered up her arm, down her body and straight to her weakened sex. "Please, Agree. I have ached for you long enough." She pulled him to the ground right in the middle of the path, not caring who would see them.

Your Prisoner...(Open to 1 female, please pm)|rating:3.0

Inland in the sky

Antalya was a beautiful kingdom. Then One day the Queen of Demons decide to make it her new home. Her forces darkened the sky ad over run the land devouring all in their path. In one day the kingdom fell in to her power. Know it is in ruins the fields are overgrown the city taken by the forest and the castle a shell of what it once was. Know hundreds of years later brave warriors come to try and rest control of the inland from the demons and there Queen.RULESWarriors1. Warrior races: human, elf, fairy, neo, harpy, nāgas, centaurs and any other authors.2. Warrior height no more than 10 foot, nāgas and other authors like them no long then 200 feet long with a torso of no bigger than 8 foot and fairies are at least 3 inches max 1 foot tall.3. Warriors weapons: fire arms, swords and other melee weapons, and magic. (But bioweapons and nukes are official NO!)4. Warrior that use magic manly are allowed 4 spells techniques one finisher. Range or hand to hand can have 2 techniques/special ammo and one finisher.5. Warriors that use weapons are allowed to carry 2 weapons, A set of twin weapons count as one (like duel pistols or twin sabers) and shear techniques. Warrior stat sheet Name:Race:age:Looks:Size: (height or length)Weapon type: (range/melee/magic)Weapons of choice: (list elements of magic used)Power 1: (spell/technique/ammo)power 2: (spell/technique/ammo)Finishing power:Demons1. Demon size max 50 foot height max length On demons with serpentine or Gillespie bodies is 600 with torsos of 40-50 foot.2. Demon weapons, a demon can have 2 weapons or 1 duel/twin weapon.3. Demon powers/spells 3-4 and 1 finishing move.4. Look well demons are demons so they can look however the player wants.5. Royal demon will have 2 finishing moves and 6 powers/spells and can have double the weapon allot meant. Must get permission to be a royal demon as they are direct blood relatives to the queen. Demon stat sheet Name:Demon/Royal Demon Looks:Size: (height or length)Weapons of choice:Powers/spells: (list all)Finishing power: (both powers for roles) Name: Queen AlliceaRoyal Demon Looks: She has long red hair, 2 black horns, 3 green eyes, 4 arms, long black nails, a long reptilian tail, legs feet like a cat (red fur), white skin, pink lips, long pointed tongue, fangs and 4 d-cup Brest. Size: height 45 foot Weapons of choice: whip sword & dread musket Powers/spells: flames of darkness (black fireball)/ Chains of darkness (chains of darkness burst out of her arms to whip or restrain enemies)/ Dark shot (a musket ball coated in black flames explodes on impact)/ Rain of ice (shards of ice rain from above)/ Lash blade (whip sword extends to strike farther targets)/ Royal wrath (the mark of a royal demon manifests different for each family member, Hers is an energy ball from her mouth)Finishing power: Gate of hunger (dark portal opens and pulls enemy in to her stomach shrinking those as big or bigger than her to fit)/ Ice tomb (her enemy is frozen a life in a block of ice she can then do as she likes with them.) Name:Richard Race:Human age:23 Looks:Wears bright yellow paladin armor, he has white medium length hair flowing down his face, he has blue eyes as well, and is reasonably muscularize: 6'5Weapon type: Melee (One ranged weapon)Weapons of choice: Dual Paladin's Swords, .50 magnums. Power 1: Holy Shot-Richard will imbue his Magnum bullets with magic that makes the bullets explode with holy energy on impact. Power 2: Holy cross-Forms a holy barrier around Richard that damages all demons within contact of Richard Finishing power: Lucky Shot-Richard will shoot the demon in the head 6 times with holy magnum rounds, killing it instantly. Name: Ace Race: Human age: 23 Looks: Wears a red and black bomb suit and a white flight helmet with a red crescent moon on each side and face mask linked to air filter. Long white hair, blue eyes. Size: height 56"Weapon type: range Weapons of choice: double barrel .45 magnum (dirty harry eat your hart out)/ double barrel pump-action Shotgun Power 1: ammo-Armor piercing .45 magnum rounds power 2: ammo-Dragon shell (gout of flame)Finishing power:Ammo-Grenade shell Name: MaylinRace: Human age: (ask and git sucker punched)Looks: Marlin has mid-length red hair, green eyes, a scar on her face cross her right eye, tan skin, large c-cup breasts. She wears a white form molded chest plate, red left spiked shoulder pad, arm plates and gauntlet, black a gauntlet on the right hand, white and black scale mail skirting, and black plated boots, all has gold trim. Size: height 6'10"Weapon type: melee Weapons of choice: Buster Sword "kitten"m ... -157056614mPower 1: technique-Slash wave (swings sword to make a wave of energy)power 2: technique-Heavy slash (a heavy strike downward that causes a vertical energy waver cross the ground)Finishing power: Sword spirit (the soul of the sword takes form, A white furred neo, and eats the appointment.) Name: Serena Race: Elf age: 18 Looks: Short boyish red hair, creamy skin blue eyes, wears a red Kimono Size: 5ftWeapon type: Melee Weapons of choice: Fire katanaPower 1: Can cut through steel as though it were paper power 2: her sword can turn into pure flame to deal damage to her enemies Finishing power: Inferno (the sword sends a flame around her enemy turning them to ash. Name_quin demon species_hellhoundhight_10ftgender_female weapon_short sword of flaming metalpowersbody temp control can rise or lower body to any temp. Fire breath can breath fire the same temp as her body temp. Fire wave by stating the ground with her sword, she creates a shockwave of fire.finisher_solar flare an explosion of super heated matter turning everything and one consumed into molten slag.fur_short and fine rusty red colored fur with coal-black patches.eyes_like polished only (OK starting now. New players are free to drop in. warrior at starting point the dock, and demon can spawn on the inland where they pls.) At the waters edge there stands an old house and next to it is a stone dock with a sky boat floating more to the dock. A fairy man siting on a stone bench, he wears a back hooded teach coat that hides his face, waits for those that wish to go to the inland. "I take you to the damned inland, thought the coming winds that bar the way to all other craft, but only if you pay my fee." reads a sign next to him caved in the stone.=======The demon queen sat in her throne room looking out the window upon the land. Mainwhile at the castle, quin knelt before her queen, ''you summoned me, my queen, what do you ask of me?'' hand clenched over her large bust, the hellhound's voice was full of a false kindness. At 10ft she may be dwarfed by most demons, but she was one of her queen's elite. Her wolf-like tail wagged slowly as she waited for her queen's response. The throne room was the Maine tower with several floors removed to accommodate her highness. She looked to her serving lazy "I'm hungry to find me someone yummy quickly or ill state my hunger with you." she said castle. Het bell grumbled loudly to emphasize the point. ''yes my queen...I'll be quick and swift,'' she backed out the throne room, bowed and shut the door, ''don't want to give her heart burn now do i,'' she grumbled past the queen's guards guards. She carried a burnt looking sword in to lop of her belt, the only clothing she wore. She walked thought the demon infested city, towards the jetty. (you'll have to wait for others to git to the inland so don't go back in throne room any time soon lol) Ace and Marlin Paul up to the dock in his truck.(this a q for warriors to start playing! Pls even some new guys we got 4 NPC and a demon player need warriors to do something!) ((may I play a warrior as well?)) (yes) Serena sighed resting on a nearby bench a pleased look on her face as she watched the truck pull up. Ace got out first fallowed by Marlin. Ace looked at the elf and said "You're going up there to?" His lice were filtered through his air filter. (Actually...can I use two demons?...the balance things out) (Yes) Richard sat waiting by the fairy, he had a sign as well, it said "Seeking adventurers of brave heart to join me in my quest to reconquer Antalya, there will be payment, only if you should complete the quest with me and anyone else that joins" (Is that a good base for the storyline of how they got there?) (not need sign, but the fairy men just lazy and got tied of repeating him self that's why the signs there on the dock and he's a neutral character that just drives the boat.) Maylin noticed the pally "Grate a relies nut no Ace can try to century someone's belief systole again." She said as she ignored both the elf and pallidenand started for the boat. Ace looked at the pally "Your armors to bright it's not practice also looks to be old stile plate. I give you 2 days tops before your dead." He laths as he fallowed Marlin stopping at the dairymen. "What's the cost?" The hooded man did not move as his encoded voice spoke. "The cost is tree coins of Antalya gold or an equal amount in another nation coin." He pints to a scale with tree gold coins on it, above it reeds "magic scale" name_zetaslaanesh daemonetteshe has pale purple skin with violet hair and purple taloned feet. She is completely nude with large breasts, hips and ass.height_7' 2''W.O.C._bladed weapons spell 1_forbidden lust uses her sexy body and scent to lure opponent to drop their guard spell 2_horny scentless a scent that makes all who smell it become horny and rises the need to fuck to unbearable levelsfinnisher_dance of death exotic dance that allow her to get close and slit the throats of all who watch. The paladin got up and followed Ace "You know, It's not very nice to insult people... especially if they are trying to start a holy crusade to kill the demons that wrest the land of Antalya from us"He said pouting "I shall pay their fee, and mine..." Richard said picking a tremendous bag of tree coins from his belt "Keep it all." Richard said smiling to the boat keeper "Put it on the scale." said the dairymen. Ace shook his head knowing that the pally just stuck his foot in his mouth.(no one is left from Antalya, it was concerned over 100 years a go only coin collected have the coins of Antalya and there worth a lot of many.) (Fine then, treat it as Rare golden coins) zeta was waiting for quin at the city gate, ''so...that has Queen given you this time?'' quin grunted, ''her mystery got me on food duty...'again'...''. Zeta giggled, ''well...scouts say there's an increase in adventurers and such...maybe the coast has something to offer?'' quin smiled, ''I can always count on you for intel, can't I''. Name: IrdraRace: George: 18 Looks: Black hair and cat eats with a black tail. Wears black leather and a cat collar around her neck with a bell. Size: 6.2ftWeapon type: melee Weapons of choice: Clawed daggers Power 1: invisablitypower 2: Wall walking Finishing power: Mouse transformation> turns her weakened victims into a mouse at the sound of the bell on her collar Bio: Indra is a greedy but playful that. Stealthy and skilled, she's only out to line her pockets with more gold and maybe her stomach with a mouse or two. Name: TrinnithRace: Human age: 16 Looks: Long blonde hair and a rather elegant red robe. Size: 5.10ftWeapon type: Magic Weapons of choice: Fire, Staff Power 1: Fireball> Large ball of fire that explodes on impact. Power 2: Meteor swarm> Rain of fire over a large area. Power 3: Nova> A wave of flame spreading out form around her. Power 4: Pillars of flame> Large tall fiery spouts that shoot up from the ground in any form Trinity chooses. Finishing power: Burning Bloodline> An army of fiery, vengeful elementals in the shape of Trinity's royal ancestors. Bio: Trinity is a defendant of the fallen king of Antalya. She was protected from birth and developed strong abilities in fire magic. She seeks to win back the kingdom from the demons and restore Antalya to its former glory. Trinity approached the dock, dawning a darker clock over herself as she approached. She had been looking for help for days so she could gather some information on the demons that now rule her kingdom. She approached the ferry, seeing a group of people already gathered, she figured it might be best to go along. The fairy man looked at her and started to laugh. (If anyone has been wandering he's not human and knows more then he seems.) "... What's so funny?" Trinity asked him. The fairy man shook his head "Most Astaleyain avoid there homeland like the place." "... Maybe, but not me..." She responded, getting on the boat and paying the three coin. Fariy men took the coins and the bag from the pally plus the pink silk from Aces true (beg only covered 3 ppl true covers the DiFranco) (Where the fuck is every one??!!!!) ((that's what I'm wondering as well...)) (I'm still around...) (Ok brick & frack can take the next boat if those 2 are going to be no shows.) The fairy lifted out of the water and glided words the inland. Trinity just walked over to the edge of the boat, watching the land as they moved towards it. Ace walked over to her "You know princess this isn't game we are all probably going to die." Ace said to her with the speaker sounding voice. ''hey...quin...check this out,'' zeta pointed to the fairy which was coming in towards the jetty. Quin smirked, ''are that heroes or trying to a hero?'' she giggled. ''shall I get the girls ready?'' zeta asked. Quin thought for a second, ''yeah but hit them as that land...jest after their only means of escape leave,'' she skilled evil. ''I surprised Queen hasn't made you a greeter demon yet?'' ''I may think and act like a demon...but I'm more than anymore demon...'' quin looked at her sword, ''...between you and me...this queens on her last legs...we'll need another ruler soon...she jests want to conquer everything...I want to set the world ablaze''. ''that'll be nice...catch up on my tan''. ''you don't tan!?!'' ''I know,'' the pair giggled evil as the boat made land. A few dozen marionettes hiding, ready to attack. "... I have precautions for such an incident... I'm merely here to survey my homeland." Trinity responded. "He-he your homeland? Not many people would aimed being one of the deceits of the cursed ones. Or do you not know the legend of the inland." said Ace "You and your ghost stories." chided Marlin. "... Well then what's your reason for going there?" She asked them. "The legend, The reason the demon queen invaded was use the king broke a deal somehow. Legend says that there is a hiding vast full of treasure in the cable. That's what I'm after." answered Ace. "And I'm just going to keep him out of trouble." said Marlin. "... What do you mean? What kind of deal?" Trinity asked. ''steady...steady,'' zeta said readying her short sword. Sevral deaconesses shuffled about, ready to ambush the heroes. "Legend says the 1st king made a deal that with the Royal demos that the first born child of the king would be given to them in return they would make the nation unable to be invaded. But the last kings wife died giving birth and the king refused to turn over the child then the daemons attacked and took the kingdom and whipped out the Royal family." Answered Ace ?(FYI he called her a princess be cuss she does not look like the fighting type.) "..." Trinity was silent and decided to focus she was here for a reason. "Grate know you got her scared. Way to go hit head." Said Marlin." What she wanted to here the legend?" replied Ace"Do you have any brain in that that head bucket or is it empty space in there," "... I'm not scared... If that's story is true. Why was the deal made in the first place?" Trinity asked. "That a history fact you see it was before the inland flowed in the sky it was a regular inland of the sea, but then it was attacked by an ancient superpower wanting to conquer it but before the empires' armada could land the inland lifted in to the sky beyond the reach of all other nations. According to the legend this was a result of that pact. At lest that's what I've herd. But the only ones who know the trout hare demon royals and id out the tell if asked." said Ace "... Interesting if true." Trinity responded. Marlin looked Trinity "He did make a point why would a sweat little girl like you going to this place for?" "I'm not a little girl... I just wanted to see my homeland... That's all." She responded. (We going to land soon?) (yes I just wanted to set the princess)"Then why don't you take one of those tourist planes that fly over?" asked Marlin as the boat sailed over the jetty (not going to make it easy) it started to an old stone tower with a gantry on it. "... It's complicated... Some things you can only identify from up close." She responded. "Like How where landing at the one of the 4 sky docks, each a set of 32 towers at 4 point on the inland." said aceMaylin blinks "How the HEL you know that?!"" I read up on this place and bought a May of it.... See!" he holds up the map. "... Something like that." Trinity responded. The boat flowed up to the highest dock. "End of the line. You'll have to find your on way back." said the Dairymen Ace pumped the shot gun then got of fallowed by Marlin. "... Don't do return trips, huh?" Trinity responded to the ferrymen as she got off. "Never need to if you want of you got to get of your self only 3 ppl returned in over 100 years." he said as the boat left. "... Alright... Well It was a pleasure chatting with you two." Trinity said as she started to move off. The boat slipped away."OK lets git out of the tower." Ace and Marlin start down the tower. Trinity stepped out of the tower, looking around at the area before starting to move off. "Hay want us to come too it will be safer!" "... I thought you two were off treasure hunting?" Trinity responded. ''NOW!!!,'' marionettes from all angles rushed the three heroes. The air suddenly thick with the smell of sex and lust. Quin and zeta watch from the hill closely. (i changed the point so you can't do an ambush you don't git the EZ way to dot I said!)" We are, but this place is dangerous." ''huh?!'' all Jeanette's said. The boat was only a place of drift wood. ''it's drift wood''. Quin growled, ''what?...you mean we've being wait to ambush...drift wood!?'' the daemon looked worried, feeling the hellhound's temp rise. ''who's the scout?'' one stepped forward. Quin slashed with her sword. At first in did nothing, then the marionette slid in half. Cut from rights holder to left hip. ''grrr...find them...NOW!!!'' a huge cloud of dust replaced the group as that legged it. "Maybe but like I said, I'm prepared for such an incident." Trinity responded. "OK princess your on your on but if we have to rescue you'll be grating a bill." Ace said as he walks words a stare case that leads underground." Good luck miss." Marlin then runs after him. "Wait!" Trinity said as she chased after them. "Before you go. Here take this." She said handing them a letter. " If you make it off here alive, open it." She informed them. Marlin nodded and took it. "Good luck." Trinity said as she moved off. As Trinity went into the jungle, Ace and Marlin entered an ancient cargo tunnel long forgotten. Trinity made her way through the jungle, making her way towards the remains of the old kingdom. (Waiting for ya Jester) (damn I'm unsure what to do sorry...any ideas?) (Find either Trinity or the other two.) (Yeah you can A: jump princess caster in jungle. Or B: jump seasoned war veterans in thigh closed tunnels. four deaconesses and zeta stalked the two males. Thay where well hidden, but you could smell them, the which heavy musk of sex. Quin waited in the jungle, huffing as she was bored. She heard someone coming and she drew her blade. (jungle is the princesses / Ace and Marlin [Marlin is a girl] And there underground do pay attention to what's happening pls) (sorry should have stated that zeta went underground, following ace and Marlin via the tunnels and quin moved on to the jungle to look about) Ace was loading Dragon shells as he walked. "You know I love closed tunnels like this." Marlin laughed and asked "Why's that?" Ace answered "Three reasons. 1 it climates the area the enemy can come from. 2 the closed space amplifies the effectiveness of my shot. And 3 the eco lets know we are not alone!" He turns around and fires a burst of flag from both barrels lighting the tunnel they came through making it blindingly bright for a few seconds. "Glad I put my shades on." joked Marlin. Ace had done the flash in the tunnel to disrupt the lowlight vision of the thin fallowing them. Ace keeps his HUD viper down all the time so it does not effect him. Ace said "You can't hide in here and you'll be seeing spots now." (FYI this is a freight tunnel that's abot 10 feet high by 20 feet wide.) Trinity continued to move through the jungle. She was looking to see as much of this land as she could while she was here. Two marionettes wonder into view, stumbling and bumping into things. Their loin cloth was the only thing that wore. Their taloned feet clicked against the stone floor. Zeta and the other two had stopped, ruling their eyes.quit sniffed the air...'someone's coming' she thought as her sword burst into flames, she readied herself to attack. Trinity came to the edge of the jungle, looking out from the tree line to see what she could see in the surrounding area. "Damn I hat fighting ladies" Ace said as he pumped the shotgun loading 2 more shells. Marlin drew her Sword as she said "See those out fits, there not ladies." the bell on her sword rang as she turned to face them the sound echoed and amplified in the tunnel. (I love physics and logic in rps it gives you such tools) Ace aimed at the right marionette and fired both bears sending a speed of iron slugs tour the blinded foe and the blast of the gun firing echoed and was amplified by the closed space. Marlin swung her sword at the one or the left "Slash Wave!" sending an energy wave at the daemonnette. (Jester?...Are you there?) (sorry thought I posted)the two marionettes fell, one a bloody mess, the other was in two. Zeta and the other two daemons regained their sight and charged. Where the marionettes wore a loin cloth, zeta wore jest a belt. The two rushed Marlin as zeta left for ace. Her taloned foot aimed for his head, he also had a clear view of her womanhood. Quin blow her fire breath at Trinity. Hoping to give a BBQed meal to her queen. Ace pumped the gun again and fired ah her. Maylin sang her sword again at the 2 enemies "Slash wave!" "Huh?" Trinity didn't have time to react as she was engulfed in a wave of flame. There was a silence as the flames burned with Trinity nowhere to be seen among the flames. "... Bad move." Trinity muttered as the flames converged closer and was drawn into Trinity's hand, revealing her scorched at all. She fired forth a massive fireball back at her assailant and readied herself to fight back. Zeta was flung backwards and hit the tunnel wall hard. She was covered in small holes, all oozing with her blood. another marionette fell in two but the other was quick and lunged at Marlin as she cartwheeled around the veteran. Zeta stood looking a bloody mess, she breathed heavily but was still alive. She sighed and retreated, shouting she'll be back and will avenge the fallen, leaving the last marionette to slow them. Quin laughed as she blocked the fireball with her flaming sword. Her body temp rose as she absorbed the fire, ''and that was not'' she said menacingly. Ace swung round and pumped the gun again and fired on the last daemon net from behind. She cooled at the last second letting the shot head to Marlin. Maylin was knocked BAC her armor a ND sword blocking most of the shot she left at ace, blade ready to lop off his head. Ace blocked with his shotgun holding it one-handed then drew hi pistol with the other and fired in to the daemon net point-blank. ''Oaf!'' she fell on her back. Blood oozed from the hole jest below her right breast. She was in pain and look up at ace, ''p-please...finish me!'' Ace looks to Marlin who then raises her sword. "Sword spirit!" Ace and Marlin seem to vanish in to darkness And a beautiful gold furred neo wearing only a bell collar. She reaches down and grabs the daemon net and raises her to her lips and licked her. "MMM Mm yummy!" she then tosses the daemon net in to her mouth and gulps her down. She then slowly vanishes as rubs her belly. After this Ace takes time to treat Marlins interlays. The marionette yelped but accepted her fate. Zeta was long gone. "!" Trinity knew this was bad, they both could control flames and by the looks of it the demon was stronger in hand to hand. Trinity had to think of a way out, drawing her staff as a means to defend herself. ''now...we can do this the easy way or the hard way...your choice?'' quin sniggered as she advanced on the girl. "... You won't take me that easy demon..." Trinity responded, her staff still raised, ready to fight, however truthfully, she wasn't very strong in melee combat. However since she knew her fire magic would not affect the demon, she had little choice. ''come on...your no match for me...but if you insist...'fire wave'...'' she stabbed the soil with her burning blade and a huge wave of fire and super heated earth blow in every direction...consuming everything. It raced towards Finnish. The fire itself wasn't going to be a problem, but the heated earth wave wasn't something she could take. She quickly reacted blasting a fireball at the wave to blow a clear path through the wave for her as it passed by her. Through the gap quin leaped at the girl, her body heat near 90'c. Her sword burned brightly, poised to cleave through all it touches. Where the fire wave had swallowed the trees, nothing but hot ash remained. "!" Trinity raised her golden staff to parry, but was knocked back from the blow as she was unable to brace herself from the force of the blow as she fell back on the ground. Quin stood over her, sword pointed at her chest. She when to run her through when she recognized the girl, ''so...the princess returns...am I not mistaken?'' (note it would be the bloodline scent quin would recognized not a person no humans are alive from over 100 or more years age) "H-Huh?... How did you?..." Trinity responded, playing very cautious with Quin's blade so close to her. ''I can smell it off you,'' quin said. Her blade still burning as it hovered about her heart. "..." Trinity didn't know what to do. "... What are you going to do with me?..." Trinity muttered, not seeing a way out of this. (If there's anything I need to change, please tell me.) Name: MayhemDemonLooks/size: Mayhem, an emerald green raconteur with blood-red demonic markings on his torso, arms, legs, and tail. He stands 25 feet tall. He is 40 feet long from his forelegs to the end of his tails, his tour half is 20 feet long with 3 pairs of legs, and his tails are also 20 feet long, and he has 2 of them. They ended in malicious barbed mace heads. He has 2 sets of wings, the membrane of which was blood-red. The main pair on his tour back have a 100-foot span while the secondary ones on the back of his torso have a 50-foot span, both are folded neatly away at the moment. His head and neckre about 9 feet of his 25-foot height and his legs were 5 feet more of the height. His eyes were also blood-red with no pupil. He was very strong and had lots of muscle to prove it. He also had vampire type teeth which he used to suck a person's life force out of them. These didn't fit in his mouth when it was closed so they were always visible. And he had small blood-red spines from his had all the way down his back and along his tail. W.O.C.: 2 whips that have something like barbed wire all along their lengths. Powers: Dark Blast-Fires beams of dark energy from his hands. Dark infusion-When Mayhem bites someone he can infuse them with dark energy that can destroy the person from the inside out. Dark Fury-Mayhem calls down dark lightning bolts from the sky even without clouds. It becomes a firestorm of dark lightning bolts. Finishing Power: Demonic Reckoning- A dome of dark energy envelops an area with a radius of 100 meters. No one gets in or out and is at the mercy of Mayhem. Name: John (Brother to Rick)Race: Human Age: 26 Looks: aquamarine colored eyes him and his brother wear matching dark green and brown cloaks with low cowls his hair is black with a green stripe down the middle. There is a symbol on his left hand and he has known idea what it means. Size: 6 feet 3 inches Weapon type: ranged mostly. O.C.: (main) 2 .357 magnum revolvers (secondary) short sword Power 1: Bullets that have holy water in the centers and break up when they impact on something. Power 2: Back to Back-John and Rick stand back to back with a sword in one hand and a revolver in the other. Finishing Power: Final Act-The symbol on both John and Rick's hands, when touched together, create a huge energy blast that destroys everything within a 250-meter Radius of them. Name: Rickrack: Human Age: 24Size: 6 feet tall Weapon type: melee mostly. O.C.: duel bananas and a .357 magnum revolver Power 1:Reckoning-Holy symbols on his swords allow him to fire beams of divine energy at his targets. Power 2: Back to Back-John and Rick stand back to back with a sword in one hand and a revolver in the other. Finishing Power: Final Act-The symbol on both John and Rick's hands, when touched together, create a huge energy blast that destroys everything within a 250-meter Radius of them. Looks: Almost the same as John looks except that his eyes are a hazel and his hair is blonde with a red stripe through it. ''well, I could run you through but I dislike a clean kill...I'd much rather see you squirm...'' quin put a paw on Trinity's gut. The heat from the hellhound was around 120' and rising. A loud hissing was heard as the paw came into contact. "AHHH!!!" Trinnith cried out as Quin pressed her heated paw against her. (No your good) (Sorry about not posting, is the ferryman back yet?) "Marlin how's your wounds?" asked ace as they walked "Fine. The swords power is healed me but I'm still sore from it the. Next time just hit the thing." She said as they flowed the old tunnels that run from the docks to the city network and the castle.=====The fairy retuned to its dock from the inland then its captain/operated sat back down next to the sign. (Here's you entry point. For the humans) Richard pulled out another bag of gold coins and handed it to the captain "Keep the extra gold." Richard said boarding the ship. The fairy men looked at the man (FYI the infamous thing is close to god modeling) and started to the boat. (Sorry.) Richard stood waiting patiently in the boat. He started off again the boat lifting in to the sky. (Waiting for you Jester) Rick and John came running down the road towards the landing. They saw the ferry take off and slowed to a stop. Rick spoke first saying "Aw, man!! The ferry left already!" John was next and said "I told you we took too long in that open air market!"" You were the one with the map!" Rick exclaimed." Yeah, but you were the one with the compass!" John retorted. Rick turned and shoved his brother saying "You took a long time picking your ammunition!" John shoved Rick back in retaliation and countered the verbal attack "You took you good ol' time picking out your swords!" Rick lost it and went to punch John. John ducked and headbutted Rick in the gut. Both went down and began to punch each other senselessly. Finally, after rolling around on the ground and beating each other, both got tired and rolled to either side. With noses and lips bleeding and out of breath they turned and shook hands saying "Truce" in unison. They sat up wiped the blood away and waited for the ferry to return.((I guess I should have put down that the Dark Infusion power does not kill immediately. I build up and then... well I want that to be a surprise. Also, it may not kill. It might just warp the character or turn him/her into a demon. It all depends on the character. And actually it may not do anything at all to the character, but again it depends on the character and I will say is the probable path that will be taken unless I made a huge mistake in what the character's inner character is.)) Richard waited, there where no other passengers, which meant he'd be working alone for a while, it didn't bother him none, but he would wait at the stop to see if any others were on their way. The fairy sailed through the gale wall then to an old tower on the west SID of the inland near what was once farm eland but are now just over grown crops. It docked at the top. "Your last stop.... No return trips. "Alright I understand." Richard said getting off the boat. The fairy left without a ward the words started to creak and one under his weight. Quin pressed down hard before stepping off her, ''this is too much fun...but my queen is Hungary,'' she slowly lowered her sword, straight towards her heart, ''good night...princess''. "A... Ah... N... No." Trinity muttered, clutching her searing cut as she looked up fearfully at Quin. Quin the sword down, if the girl was there, it would have priced her heart. (Don't kill her. I rather live prey here.) Quin closed her eyes, bracing herself as she didn't have time or the strength to avoid the blade. Quin lost her smile, ''sleep well...'' she said shaving her sword. Gently picking up the girl, she carried her to the demon queen. Her hot body would at least keep the girl warm. "..." Trinity grunted and moaned as she was carried off by Quin. ''still alive?!'' quin gasped, ''impossible''. Trinity was in pain, but a shear rush of hear had cauterized her wound to keep her barely alive. Quin ran a heated finger along the wound, sealing it. Her kinder side starting to show, ''your tougher than you look''. Trinity continued to groan as she was carried off, breathing a bit heavily as she recovered from the wound. Quin carried her across a big empty field, she cringed Eva time the girl groaned. Trinity regained a slight consciousness while she was carried. She was too weak to move, but she was slightly able to see the area around her as she was carried off. Quin put her down after awhile, ''man!...you get heavy...i got take a breather,'' she said siting on the fallen log. "... A... Ah!..." Trinity gave a weak cry of pain as she was put down, the wound in her chest still causing her immense pain. ''ohh...be quiet...'' quin growled. She leaned back and closed her eyes, soon asleep. "... U... Ugh..." Trinity tried to move, but could barely even raise her hand. She managed to do so, clutching the wound in her chest as it was still causing her pain. As quin sleeps, a small jet of flame would shoot out her mouth each time her breathed out. As quin slept, Trinity tried to take the time to recover. It was not as easy however, she had no way to heal herself and the wound on her heart left her finding it very hard to breathe. Ace and May Lin where now under the main city heading for the castle.=====the fairy returned to the dock "Pay the fair."=====Queen d=grew board and inpatient "Mayhem! Git in here!" quin woke after her quick nap, ''that's better...all refreshed...'' she waked over to a girl, ''still here?...good...how's the chest?'' she asked showing an natural kindness for a being who serves demons. John and Rick both were ready to board the ferry when it arrived. Both paid the fee and waited for the ferry to lift into the sky.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Mayhem materialized from a shadow on the one side of the room. Unlike all others, Mayhem didn't use doors. He is like the shadows better. He walked to the center of the room and kneel facing the queen and his head pointing down. "Yes, my Queen. You called?" He said very respectfully. "That fool dog is taking to long to bring me my meal. Find him bring back my food and if he's empty hand bring him to me." Mayhem saluted by putting his fist on his chest and said "By you command, my Queen." He got up and walked back into the shadow he came from. As there were no shadows near Quin at the time, Mayhem had to go to the city limits where the outermost shadow was located. From there he made his way towards Quin's direction. "... In searing pain... Thanks for asking..." Trinity responded weakly, still grasping her chest. Quin picked her up again, ''yeah...it will do that,'' she started to walk towards the city again. "A. Ah..." Trinity grunted as she was lifted again, ashamed of herself as she was even too weak to escape on her own. Quin winced, ''please...enough with the moaning and groaning,'' she begged. "...Oh, sorry... I... Ah... Is my current... Discomfort bothering you... You see... Someone went and stabbed me in the chest... A. Ah...." Trinity responded, a bit sarcastically, having gotten some strength back. ''pain means your alive...that's how i coupe with mine...(good for nothing bitch)...'' she cursed under her breath. "..." Trinity stayed silent, but couldn't help but groan from the pain now and then. She had to admit, the demon was right. For the moment she was alive. ''at least your warm...be thankful for that,'' she growled, hellhounds were more dog than demon. Her fur was soft and very warm. Trinity just remained quiet. At the very least she would get to see the city like she wanted. Quin wonder how long it would take to get there carrying the girl. (I'm wondering that too, This is what time skips are for.) Trinnith was saving her strength, she was going to need it for whenever they arrived at where they were going. (yeah but mayhem's on his way...at some point) (... So I Guess that's Masswar117's Que then.) (Yes. I was away for the weekend.) Galloping through the fields, Mayhem soon spotted Quin carrying what looked to be a human. He galloped up the Quin and stopped in front of her. Then looking her straight in the eyes he said "The Queen has ordered me to bring you and her food back. More importantly her food." He held out his hands to take the human Quin was carrying. ''prove it, bozo,'' quin growled, drawing her sword with burst into flames as she held it ready, ''how do I know you what her for yourself?'' (though quin was a he?) (no...female hellhound ^^) (Oh sorry I was thinking it was a guy lol) (did I say in the bios?...page 1 I think) (lol you did I missed it) (^^) Mayhem took a step back when Quin took out her sword, but not because he was afraid. No he stepped back so he could take out his 2 barbed whips and use them if necessary. "You don't want to fight me. Just give me the human and you can tag along. Then when we reach the queen's throne room you can ask her yourself." he said calmly and in a matter-of-fact tone. ''are you challenging her elite?...her top dog?...I'd rather fight someone who isn't demon kin...so...'' she lowered her sword, ''perhaps we can duel later?'' Mayhem glared at Quin before saying "I did not raise my weapon first, but if you want to duel later I except. An elite soldier never backs down." He began to roll his whips back up. "Now, I will ask you only once more. Hand the human over, so I may fulfill my command." ''I will come to, as...insurance...too many heroes crossing the border...two elites are better than one...'' she gave a smile at him...knowing he serves who she did give her comfort. Mayhem took the human from Quin after he put his whips back on his hips and seen the hole in the humans' chest. "You put a hole in this female human's chest?!" He asked a little annoyed. He didn't wait for an answer and began to make his way back to the city and castle at a half gallop as to not injure the human any more than she already is. quin ran after him, ''hole?...shouldn't be, I sealed it up...she's still alive if that's your concern''. "You did, but only the inside of it and if blood can't flow into the wound it won't heal up right. I can feel her life force. Weak, though it may be, She is still alive." Mayhem kept moving and soon the derelict city came into view. Mayhem didn't stop he galloped right into and through the city to the castle. Once near the castle he slowed down to what was considered a walk. "You won't be in pain for to much longer, mortal." He said to the human girl in his arms." he moved into the castle. "... Not a comforting thought..." Trinity muttered, still barely able to move. Mayhem just laughed evilly as he walked from shadow to shadow until he made it to the Queen's throne room. He walked to the foot of her throne looking down at the floor and knelt holding the wounded human out. "Your meal, my Queen." "U.... Ugh..." Trinity groaned as she tried to move. Quin stopped, ''damn it...he's gone to came all the credit...bastard,'' she growled. She stomped off, ''I'm so pissed now...I need to vent some heat before I turn this city into molten slag,'' she cursed and threatened as she stormed off, her path marked by melted paw prints. The queens eye light up she then started to laugh. "A depending of the role line." She grinned have her healed then locked in the dungeon she has a DET to pay. After that find that bitch and help her catch something else." "What?!" Trinity spoke out, still trying to move. The queen laughed "You'll see." "Grrr... Ughhh... Ah!" Trinity tried to pick herself up, only to have a surge of pain go through her chest to knock her back down. "Do heal her quickly" Mayhem brought the human back against his chest and still looking down replied "Yes, my Queen. It shall be done." He turned around and walked back into the shadows. He reappeared in the dank, musky dungeons. They were in a room that had many dreadful looking devices in them and an empty table. Mayhem set the human girl on the table then held a hand over the wound. Runes another symbols on his arms began to glow and after a while the wound sealed up completely. Mayhem wasted no time in grabbing the humans wrists and taking her to the wall where shackles hung. He first clasped the human wrists in the shackles then her ankles. Stepping back, Mayhem inspected his handiwork. "No you will have to wait. I don't know what my Queen is going to do, but I have an idea what she will do. Goodbye." He said then turned around and walked into a shadow and disappeared. Mayhem reappeared outside the castle and found paw prints burned into the ground. He galloped off following them to find who they belonged to. He knew who they belonged to, and he needed to find her. Quin was still fuming, she had melted a whole section of a wall and was sat in the still bubbling slag. She softened her look and sobbed slightly, she'd not seen another of her kind in years if not decades. Mayhem followed the melted paw prints to the slagged wall and a fuming Quin. He stopped, looked up at her and said "The Queen wants an another meal. She commanded me to find you so we can both go looking for more 'heroes' to bring back." Under the city Ace and Marlin were doing the other half of why they came. Seting demolition charges under it to destroy the demons. The 2 singing as they worked "This is how we party this is how move, get the party started git in to the grove," both slightly dancing as they moved. "Ugh! Dammit!" Trinity shouted, having been fully healed. She struggled to try and break free of the chains, but she was nowhere near strong enough to do so. ''I thought as much...so...did she like the food 'you' gave her?'' quin she sulky. "She didn't eat the human." Mayhem said flatly. "That's why she ordered us to go get more. Where do you think more would be?" He asked knowing that Quin always knew such things. In the cast the queen was mixing a sterile potion. ''I don't know...I'm in a bad mood sorry...,'' she huffs, not looking at him. Mayhem cocked his head to the side looking at Quin curiously. "What happened to your demonetizes? I thought You like to know what goes on in this kingdom?" He asked actually advancing up the slagged wall, but not threateningly. Some might expect someone to put their foot on the hot rock and immediately step off, but not Mayhem. The only thing he did was keep moving forward while the sound of hissing came from his paws. ''what?...zeta and her sluts?...fuck knows...'' she sighed, a jet of flame shot out her mouth, ''I have a feeling their dead...god I feel so alone''. Mayhem reached the top and was standing beside Quin now. He looked out over the fields and forests. "We feel the same thing then, but at least there were others before you. I am the first and only of my kind." He said not looking at her. She sighed, ''somehow...I knew you'd say that...but yeah...being alone is very depressing...every thought of looking for anyone?...mate wise,'' she asked. Mayhem didn't say anything for a while as he reflected on those he thought were worthy to be his mate. "Yes." He said finally and flatly. Then looking at her, he said "Many times, but all those I thought worthy either found mates before I could take them or they died alongside me in battle." He asked then "What about you?" ’D... Dammit! I don't plan to stick around for whatever she has planned for me..." Trinity muttered to herself as she pulled as far away from the walls as she could. "... Fire polar" A small pillar of fire rose behind her as she tried to melt the chains. As soon as the chains broke she was teleported on to an altering front of the queen. "Just in time." "What the hell?!" Trinity responded, trying to figure out what just happened. "Now holds tell as I wake up your body." The alter has raised sides like a tub and the demon queen starts to pour in a stage black goo. "What the?! What are you doing?!" Trinity responded, trying to get herself out. The goo clung to her body seeping in to her skin as the tub started to fill. She smiled. "AH! What is this stuff?! Get it off!!!" Trinity cried out, trying to break out. It seemed to be trying to drown her like it was alive, and it smelled like blood. "AHH!!!" Trinity screamed as she tried to pull herself out. The tub filled submerging her then the queen started to chant in abase. The goo started to force in to Trinity through every pore and graphic. Making her body burn with pain as white wings rip from her back at the shoulder blades and the back of her hips. (4 wings title) the treys formation put a lot of strain on her body and left her to week to move. "Now for the fun part." she chanted again and black picked chains slither over tinnitus body then warped round her neck and down between her tits then round her Thais writs and SND ankles. "AAAHHH!!!" Transit screamed out in pain as she was transformed. She felt strange and weak, gasping as she chains wrapped around her. "Now angle slave you will okay me." "... W... What?..." Trinity responded, still too weak to move right now. I'll leave you her in WATS left of the old role bed chamber she picks her up and sets her in a room with a broken wall the sets where expansive but stated with blood. ''me?...every bloke who liked me jest melted when ever we got close...and I'm not joking...'' she sighed, ''that couldn't stand the heat...I need a bloke...someone to hold...to keep warm...you know...to love,'' she said, looking at mayhem. "We... What did you...? Do to me?..." Trinity asked, trying to sit up. "Just woke your body up." Mayhem lifted his foresaw and looked at the bottom of it. "I don't melt. I don't feel pain. My body is conditioned to take the heat and only break down after severe damage." He said looking back to Quin. Under the city the 2 finished the work. "There going to be pissed about this." Said Marlin "Not our prob lame." said Ace as they went under the castle then hit a button. Newsroom! Newsroom! Boxroom! BuildZoom! Newsroom! The ground throughout the city erupts in explosions destroying the city and killing hundreds of demon. "That will make a good statement." joked Ace as he and Marlin ran down a tunnel.=======The queen saw this from her throne and was fury us "QUIN!!!!! MAYHEM!!!!!! GET IN HERE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!" She looked at the Finnish "Darkness chains." The spiked chains start to sues her and cut her using pain but nothing that could killer. Mayhem heard the call and looked at Quin wide-eyed. He grabbed her hand and took her with him heading forward the throne room via the shadows. "APACHE!!!" Trinity screamed out as the chains dug into her. She giggled to the pain the girl was in. "... A... Ah..." Trinity could barely move, and she did everything she could to move as little as possible with the spikes in her, winching from the pain she was in. She stops the chains "That felt good." A... Ah!" Trinity cried as the spikes pulled back out of her. "... W... What do you want with me?..." Trinity questioned. "Your family is demanded from the angels the made a deal with demons for power then broke it now I have you a first born outer of an angle blood family. Your family still owes me and knows ill collect from you plus interest." ''shit...Queen sounds pissed...what was that?'' quin asked, looking at the raging inferno, ''what ever it was...THAT WAS PATHETIC...I can fart bigger explosions than that''. Even though Mayhem was rushing to get to the Queen's throne room he still smiled at what Quin said. "Remind me never to stand next to just after you ate." He said jokingly. Soon they reached the Queen's throne room and Mayhem went right to the middle of the room and knelt looking down. "We are here, my Queen." quin did the same, ''my queen?'' she asked, ''how can we serve?'' "Some of those pest have distroed my city and killed 100s of our my min yens find every one of these so-called heroes and bring them to me dead or alive!!!" she snapped her fingers and the chains start constricting Trinity again. "It will be done, my Queen." Mayhem said. He rose and waited for Quin to rise so they could go together to get these so called 'heroes.' ''I'll make sure their extra crispy for you, my queen,'' quin rose, bowed and followed mayhem out of the room. As they made their way out of the castle Mayhem gave a judgement on where they should start. "If those 'heroes' had planted those explosives inside the city someone would have seen them. I think they used the underground tunnels." "GIGAOHM!!!" Trinity screamed again as the chains dug into her. She was in so much pain, she was starting to black out. The chain stopped at the last moment be for shed black out.======Marlin and Ace where now in the old navy yard under the cable up to something. "A-Ah!" Trinity cried out as the chains pulled back out of her. She was drenched in her own blood, too weak to do much in her current state. "A-Ah!" Trinity cried out as the chains pulled back out of her. She was drenched in her own blood, too weak to do much in her current state. ''underground tunnels, huh?...why not jest flash fire them then?'' quin asked, she struggled to keep up with mayhem. Mayhem slowed down a bit, so Quin could keep up. "Hmm. That's a good idea. It is your department, so I'll let you do the honors, but let's do it from the tunnel entrance outside the city." He had an evil smile on because those 'heroes' had no way to survive such a defeating attack. "If you want you can ride on my back so we can get their faster." ''may i?'' she replied as she leaped onto his back with even like jump. "Hold on. I'm going to make this a fast trip." Mayhem said once Quin was on his back. He galloped off at a very pace. All 6 of his legs working together to propel him faster and faster. They would reach the outside entrance to the underground tunnels in very little time. Mayhem would slow then stop just outside the tunnel entrance. "Here we are. Now it's time to show those 'heroes' who the top of the food chain is." He smiles evilly as he said it. Quin began to glow, ''throw me in...time to exterminate our pests''. She grinned an evil that suppressed mayhem's. Ace and Marlin her loading an ancient air ship. "You hour this thing will fly?" asked Marlin. "Should at lest glade well AMUF for us to git to the water safely but first we have to ready the 'gift'." Said Ace. May Lin nodded as she set the charges under the castle. One of Mayhem's long tails wrapped around Quin's waist and picked her off his back. "Go give those pitiful creatures the worst fire burns they ever had." He said tossing Quin into the tunnel. He went and hid off to the side of the entrance so as not to get caught in the fire blast if is blew back out the entrance. Quin smacked in to a called tunnel just few feet in the blast sealed the tunnel enters near the city rock, steel, wood, didn't matter. She was well over 500'c. She was completely white when it happened, ''solar flare!'' huge jets of flame jumped out of the ground all over the city as it squeezed It's why through every gap available. Mayhem would actually see the tunnel get bigger as she melted rock to slag. Slag to gas. Gas to nothing. The huge inferno stopped. Melted rock dripped from the tunnel roof. There was no rubble, not anymore...only a melted tunnel, ''mayhem...are you still there?'' a weak voice called. Mayhem ran to the tunnel entrance, hopped in and landed in still partially melting rock. The melted rock might have burned most and made them run back out, but not Mayhem. He pressed on until he reached Quin. She was laying on the ground and looked totally zapped of energy. "I'm here Quin. I got you." He picked her up and cradling her in his arms he carried her back out of the tunnels. If she was still extremely hot he didn't care. He still held her close to him. Quin giggled weakly, ''here...i...I cleared the blockage...'' she gasped, ''g...give you a minute or two...jest...to regain...my...energy''. Mayhem smiled and said "You rest. I'll take care of those that are still alive." His tails wrapped around Quin and laid her on his back. He made his way back into the tunnels to see if anyone was still alive. The area that was affected was 1/50th of the damaged zone (hint that's nerf bating quin your going too far with your power you only have the powers on the stat she nothing else and can not be stronger than the queen.) ''thanks...I would be best to cheek...or we may find ourselves checking the inside of Queen's belly''. "She can go eat a fire patch." Mayhem said disdainfully. "We are her elite, and she treats us like crap. We can level cities and armies, but she keeps us cooped up." He kept moving through the tunnels seeing scorch marks all over the walls.(Um Dragon. Just a quick question. Why the hell do you have the finishing power for the demons then? And can you slow down your typing? I can barely read what you're typing. Oh, and I understand the whole not more powerful than the queen thing, but you should be more strict on others powers. I have just one more thing to say. I am only typing all this because It's hard to understand you when you leave crucial parts out. Remember not all of us spent all of our free time in the libraries reading this stuff.) (sorry...I think that was a little OTT)''guitar to that,'' she said, dating his flank. She admired her handiwork, ''it's so beautiful...'' she said to herself. (The finishing powers are just like a finishing move in a fighting game its only used to finish off an point after they have gotten the shit kicked out of them.) (double oops...i thought it was like a daily power in D&D...my bad) (Ok, then please specify that. I am done ranting now. Oh, and no Mayhem's character is he doesn't care. As long as he is not in front of the queen he'll say whatever he feels.) Mayhem heard what Quin said and grinned mischievously. "Yes it is marvelous. I want to see anyone who can survive your blast." He moved through the tunnel until he was close to the underground dock area. (LOL no I called it FINISHING for a reason i less not as many ppl play or watched mortal combat as i though.) The dock was empty except for old ships also one dock was missing a boat and there was a strange beeping. Mayhem's mischievous grin turned into an evil smile. "Goodbye my queen. Your reign has come to an end." With that Mayhem took out his whips and shredded the last of the docked ships. "We are getting off this sinking ship." He said to Quin. Stood at the dock where Ace and Marlin took the one ship and jumped out. After jumping out of the dock Mayhem extended his wings and caught the wind. He flapped his wings and got far away from the underground dock. He wondered how far those that took the one air ship got. Surrounding the inland was a powerful maltose that only air ships can pass through. Above the foundation exploded then The queen was again screaming for mayhem and quin. In the chaos. The chain on Finnish her broken. Quin smiled, she looked right at the queen, ''my queen...kiss my ass,'' she gave the middle finger. She beloved a manic laugh. The hellhound had broken her leash, she could now be free, ''mayhem...I hope you know that you're doing?''.behind the queen, a Jeanette appeared, it was zeta. ''my queen...I have...seen the...faces of...those...who did...this,'' she gasped, still covered in the wounds from ace, ''but I failed to stop them...I'm no elite...I was too weak''. The queen picked up the seamount and bit her in half. The wind whipped around Mayhem and Quin, and it was hard for him to keep himself level. He flew higher and closer to the bottom of the floating island. There the wind wasn't as bad and it wasn't tearing at them anymore. "Of course I know what I'm doing. I'm better than any human flyer." He said looking back over his shoulder at Quin. "Quin what would you say if I asked you to go back to that city with me and if the queen is dead try to make our own royal line?" ''what!?...I'm hardly royalty...I'm a dependent from satin's pet dog, Cerberus. I'm jest a guard dog...I can't rule...but you...your of dragon kin...you can rule...both smart and strong...you are royalty by default''.''AAAAA!!!'' screamed zeta, ''please...I'll kill them and the traitors...I can do it...I want to do it...don't kill me...please!!'' she begged. Mayhem smiled a loving smile. "But I can choose to take a wife to be queen alongside me and rule with me through the years." Mayhem flew on until he reached the edge then he flew straight up and onto the right side up part of the island. There he landed and folded up his wings. His tails let go of Quin so she could move about freely now. Rick and John got off the air ferry and heard the explosion. "Aw, the party started without us." Rick sarcastic whined. "Then let's go and crash a party." John said smiling. They both headed off running towards the city and castle by the overland route. Crunch she started chewing her alive. Zeta was then no more than meat for her queen. Quin jumped off his back and hugged his front, ''then...I'll rule by your side...but what do we do if she's alive?...we're strong but...we're not as strong as her...not even put together''. Ace and Marlin where over the inland "Wow they must be piiiiiissssssed." said Ace. Marlin nodded "Not mach left we can call this job done." Mayhem smiled mischievously yet and hugged Quin back. "That's when we convince the heroes we mean them no harm and help them get into the castle to help us destroy the queen." John and Rick were running through the woods as fast as they could so that they could get to the city before all the demons were killed. Quin giggled, ''like a true leader,'' she reached up and kissed him on the muzzle, ''so...where to now?'' A vine snagged ricks leg.=====Name: LillyDemonLooks: Green skin white Beatles for hair red rose flowers as her f-cup Brest, slander arms and hands and vines from her hips down. Size: height 45 feet Weapons of choice: none Powers:1. Subtrahend travel2. Thorn Holly (shot Thor out of her body or mouth)3. Poison spores (pearlizes, sleep, or Huron scent)Finishing power: Entrapment (Pulls foe in to body to digest them.) Mayhem kisses Quin back before saying "Now we head back towards the city. That way we can meet up with some of the heroes." He held out his hand to Quin for her to take it. Rick tripped and hit the ground with his hands out in front of him. John stopped and turned around to wait for his bother Rick. Rick hacked at the vine and cut it off. He then got up and ran on with John. 2 more vines grabbed him one on his legs and the other round his neck Rick was ready this time. As soon as he felt the vines he stopped so as not to fall down again. John wheeled around, and side stepped to his right. Rick swung on sword down and behind him to cut off the vine grabbing his legs. John lifted both his revolvers and shot 4 rounds in the general direction the vines were coming from. Rick grabbed the vine around his neck and turned around to protect himself from another vines. John saw his brother still struggling with the other vine and expertly shot it at a point 5 feet from Rick's head. The vine snapped and the part detached from the rest fell down lifeless. Now both were on their highest guard with Rick backpedaling and watching their rear whole john was jogging in front watching their front. Vines shot out of the ground raping around their legs. Both Rick and John fell and Rick finally said something. "That's it! I'm tired of these stupid vines!" He yelled and Hacked off the vines from both him and his brothers legs. Both rose and John shouted "My brother is right! Show yourself, you monster!" the ground trebled as a mound rose and Lilly burst forth and hundred of vines sprouted around the 2 heroes. Quin takes his hand, smiling sweetly as she walked with him. The castle is in runs and the queen sits chew the body of the lead seamount as she sits on a credit throne. "So, the beast has finally shows itself." Rick said disdainfully. He charges with his blades piping back and forth, up and down, and all around cutting the vines down heading right for the demon. John Holstered his one gun and pulled out his sword to cut any vines getting close to him. Mayhen led Quin back to the forest hoping to find some heroes that might have been lost in the woods. She opened her moth and shook her Brest letting out pearlizing sports causing the air to have a yellow tint. "Gas!" Rick yelped and stumbled backwards putting a hand over his face. John saw the yellow tint in the air and knew it wasn't good. He glanced back to see Rick stumbling backwards. He lifted his gun and pointed it at Lily's chest. From point-blank rang he fired the last 3 rounds from his revolver right at the beast's chest. The built passed through her but being a plant I was not a vital hit. Sharp spines formed on her body and vines then lunched at the 2. This one has run down so I'm going to call it office dead RP.

Inland in the sky|rating:2.0

Lost in Dreams (Neysha and Odan)

(felt like the climb would never end. Up Virginia scaled the nigh sheer face of the cliff and had yet to reach the top. She was too afraid to look down, she couldn’t or else she knew she would fall, and her people would die with her. The tips of her fingers were rubbed raw from clinging to cold stone, her knees shook from exhaustion, and her back felt like it might, would give out at any moment. And this, if the stories could be believed, was only the first of the tests a pilgrim must face if they desired an audience with the Goddess of Wishes and Dreams, Samara. Centuries ago, the Shadow Elves were a proud and numerous people who lived upon the surface along with their Even kin. But they sought dominion over all, and in their lust for power they were decidedly crushed and driven underground. There, in the Underworld, the last remaining Shadow Elves made there home. But even away from the surface, war followed them. They made new enemies of Orcs and Centaurs as they jostled for land. Their appearance and rarity made them prime stock to be captured and condemned to slavery, female Shadow Elves commonly being used as breeding slaves by chieftains of the beast men clans. As the years passed, their numbers dimmed. Varaynia was a part of the only remaining clan of her people. A fortnight ago they were raided by centaurs and driven from their home, leaving only a few hundred Shadow Elves left free of captivity. Most of the men of age were killed in battle, leaving only the elderly and the very young, and the rest women. They were a dying race, but Virginia’s resolve was hardened to not allow that to happen. She was one of the few remaining warriors of her clan with the skill and will to save her people. She remembered the stories of her childhood about the human gods. There was one in particular she was always fond of, even if the Even people did not revere the gods as the humans do. Her name was Samara, and legend held that if any mortal being could overcome the tests to reach her, they may ask of her one wish. Virginia knew what her wish was, now the only problem was finding the goddess. There now, just above her, she could at least see the top of the ridge. With shaking arms and legs, she forced herself through the assent, her nails digging into the earth as she clawed her way up and over. She rested on her back, nearly falling asleep on several occasions, until her backstopped throbbing enough that she could pull herself up. She felt like she had reached a mountain top as she looked down on the scene before her. The land sloped downward into a vast and misty valley she thought might have been the Nightmare Forest of legend, where the true tests would be seen. Across the valley, on a high plateau she could see the temple of the goddess, shining like a beacon for her pilgrims to follow. As Virginia stepped down the hill she could see the tree line of the dense forest, and just before it a cluster of small buildings building with smoke rising from their chimneys into the dark and muggy air of the cavernous realm of the Underworld. The quiet was unnerving as she approached the tiny settlement until she could hear voices coming from the largest of the buildings. With a pause, she entered. She was caught by surprise at the smell of a boar roasting over a fire, and the strong odor of ale in the air. Out here, of all places, she was shocked to see a tavern located on the edge of the forest. Virginia took up a seat at the bar, looking all around her. It seemed every race was represented there, humans, orcs, elves. Peoples who held centuries old hatreds for one another, yet there was a calmness and peace. A wizened old human approached her.“What’ll it be?” he bluntly asked her, scratching at his fuzzy chin and grabbing a glass to wipe down.”I… what is this place? Isn’t this the way to the Temple of Dreams?” the Shadow Elf asked curiously.“Aye, it is. Now what’ll you have?” the barkeep persisted. Varaynia waved the man off, realizing she wasn’t going to get anything out of him and the barkeep scowled at the elf before walking off to another customer.“Forgive the old man, he’s gotten crankier with his old age,” another voice spoke up from her side. Seated next to Virginia was another human, much younger than the last who was nursing a mug and hunched over the bar. He took another swig and looked at her.“Called set up this tavern almost thirty years ago, thriving off the coin brought in from those seeking an audience with the Goddess. Or her chosen guides.” he explained, as Vary looked on with a perplexed expression.“If you seek Samara, why do you all sit here and drink? The forest lies just outside.” she asked.“It is easier said than done to go through the Nightmare and reach the goddess. Many pilgrims have come here, brave and fierce men, who either turned around after seeing the forest or entered it and were never seen again. Some like myself are called by the goddess herself. Samara came to me in my dreams, and she told me that I would find my fate here as a guide to one such brave soul. Others just get comfortable and never leave. The community has grown considerably since the day I arrived many years ago.” he told her as he spun around in his stool, looking out upon the people gathered there.“I cannot be stopped by trees and mists, I have to reach the temple for my people. Perhaps… you could be my guide through the forest? I do not have coin, but my people would be eternally grateful to you if you aided us in this.” Virginia propositioned the man.“Tempting, but it’s not a matter of coin to be a guide of the goddess. I’m afraid you are not the destiny I’ve been waiting for. Maybe another here is meant for you, or maybe you are meant to brave the nightmares alone. I am sorry.” the man told her, and then went back to his drink. Virginia huffed in a fit of frustration and stood up, looking around at all the faces in the tavern. With or without the help of one of these acolytes, she was determined to reach the temple. Alone was the only face that looked up, meeting her gaze as opposed to averting it when the other man left her. The horned elf was canny enough to realize that their unexpected Shadow Elf visitor had noticed their eyes meet. Most of even kind was perceptive like that after all. And Alone, like all so-called Demon elves, knew that their races particular molten gaze was hard to miss. A legacy of their racial heritage in the Badlands. She decided not to play this out by further delaying the inevitable. The slim and trim Demon Elf was clad in a simple thin layered hooded cloak that was a shade of dull brown and gray sandstone. The hood itself was drawn back as the Priestess of Samara was wearing a simple leather tunic and a long sleeved green shirt underneath as well as a pair of similarly green leggings and fur lined waterproof boots. She deliberately made her way across the tavern and its population of diverse patrons, an unflappable and even look on her slightly ashen, but mostly pale and fair skinned face as she then stopped short of the Shadow Elf by a solid meter and gave the women that seemed to be a bit taller than her, horns not included, then herself. "Quite the climb," Alone then stated, taking note of the obvious strain of the journey and what it left on the women clothes and hands from what was likely a strenuous climb. "Dare much do we?" Alone then asked, opening up her cloak and revealing the insignia of what was already obvious upon the left breast of her tunic, she too was one of the faithful of Samara and likely, a guide herself looking for destinies to follow, both of herself and others. Those eyes, of all the pairs Virginia saw those were the ones that made her pause, taken aback by them more than she might have admitted. She'd never seen solid eyes like that, and burning like fire. They seemed too unnatural to be real almost. The creature behind the eyes was more familiar than she anticipated, however. She looked like an Elf, indicative of her elongated ears and lithe, graceful body that she strutted across the floor of the tavern in Virginia's direction. The shadow elf stood her ground, trying to act as unnerved as possible as the strange even woman with eyes that seemed to pierce the soul approached her. Varaynia wore a tight-fitting leather jerkin buckled at the waist and exposing her arms down to the wrist, allowing for greater mobility, with equally snug brown pants and boots. A traveler attire she wore, forgoing her normal battle attire save for the duel daggers that hung upon each side of her hips. Her long white hair was pulled back out of her face and bound in a single long braid going past her shoulder blades and hanging freely behind her for added practicality." I would dare anything to save my people." Virginia shifted her body into an affront, with arms crossed, and her head tilted to the side slightly. "You are one of these guides, I presume?" the shadow elf mused, already knowing the answer after the seal of the goddess was revealed to her." I spoke to one of your fellows, and he did not seem so keen to aid me, perhaps you have something else in mind however?" the warrior asked still trying to gauge this strange woman. She could tell nothing by look into her strange eyes, they gave away no true emotion like her own bright yellow eyes might have. Virginia always prided herself on being able to determine the true worth of a person just by the way they carried herself, but she was finding this new test too difficult to overcome." You may call me Virginia, by the way... might I have your name?" "Alone my lady," the Demon elf stated as she glanced about, seemingly without purpose. "And I cannot speak for the others, they have their own paths they must follow. And I follow mine," she then added. "Though it is not dreams that brought me here, as much as the way you carry yourself and your demeanor as I watched you enter just now. You seem dedicated and driven. Both are qualities that can be of value on this quest you wish to undertake," she then added." And you are correct, am I one of those guides though again, not guided by dreams or visions. Or by wastrels," she then added before focusing her unearthly eyes upon the Shadow Elf. "You do not seem like that type. You seem to be a practical woman, driven to an impractical quest. Those who seek the Temple of Dreams that are not one of her faithful typically do not pursue treks through the forest as their first option, as much as the final one." "It's my only option, time is of the essence and going around the valley would require many days of travel. I also need an audience with your goddess, and if the stories are true she will not see anyone who has not passed her tests. The forest is my only option." Virginia determinedly replied, her posture continuing to be abrasive towards the well-spoken and strange looking elf woman. She'd heard stories of demons and other monstrosities that lurked in the Underworld, and between the horns, eyes, and tail Virginia thought this Alone might be one such creature of the dark. But in those tales the demons were evil beings, not the mild-mannered priestess of a human goddess that stood before her. Virginia was curious as to her origin and whether they shared some distant kinship as Elves, as she had never met any of her centuries old brethren apart from her fellow Shadow Elves. Her arms uncrossed and fell back down her sides, relaxing her questioning posture. She felt like this strange woman, despite Virginia's own trepidation, might be able to help her reach her goal. "You did not come over here just to offer me compliments and warnings I suspect. I'm sure you have goals of your own... and perhaps the path that leads to those goals overlaps with my own." Virginia hinted to the strange demonic looking elf who stood a half a head shorter than herself and seemed to have less muscle tone overall. Virginia was trained since childhood to be a fighter, bathed in blood of constant war with Orcs. Her body was lean and toned where it needed to be, and feminine elsewhere, and Alone looked soft in comparison. She found herself curious about what the guide might offer to her in terms or skill, imagining her having some skill in magic or stealth, perhaps. Even if the only thing she possessed was knowledge of the Goddess, the forest, and the tests that lay ahead she would prove valuable." As I told the other man, I seek the Samara with or without the help of one of her guides." She did not mince words, in essence forcing Alone to choose between aiding her or moving on. "Seek what you wish," Alone stated, a smile crossing over her thinly defined face. "Guidance will help achieve your objectives," she then added with a confident smile in that she had found a charge that was reliable enough to maybe even trust in the forest. "I suppose it would," Virginia begrudgingly agreed. She held no knowledge of the intricacies of the forest, or any way to make it through its deep depths. All she knew of it were the strange and horrifying stories heard in every tavern of the Underworld. A forest that twisted a person darkest dreams and fed off that fear. For a long time she had believed the stories to be only folk legends, and even now she wished to believe that standing just outside the edge of the forest with every sensible part of her mind. But when she first saw the forest, and it's mangled and old trees when she crested the cliff face, she'd had a chill run up her spine, and it hadn't yet faded. Something was unnatural about the place." It looks like I am in need of a guide then," she admitted hating to think that she needed help from this strange horned creature before her. "And a guide stands before me, it seems," Virginia suggested towards Alone, already assuming the Elf was going to aid her in this. Why else go out of her way to initiate the conversation she reckoned." When do we begin?" She asked impatiently despite the fact that her body was muddy and bruised, aching from days of constant travel and the rough nature of the road that brought her there. For once, Alone found herself actually able to read a persons' reaction somewhat akin to a book, albeit briefly as it was. Admission of need from people who aren't accustomed to asking for it due to pride and independence was definitely one of the more obvious facial and social cues as it was, but Alone was happy that her many idle hours in the temple hadn't been a complete waste when it came to social interaction on a level more in depth then well, idle tavern conversation. Still, she found her sensibilities rather frayed... every so slightly, by her apparent impatience and mild hostility, generally speaking, despite her obvious physical distress." Well," Alone stated, still standing over her table. "I think you could actually travel forth now," the demonic elf stated in a tone that while maybe elvish, was certainly far from demonic. "And I will draw up provisions for tomorrow, quaff some spirits, take to bed, rise in the morning, have a full breakfast and catch up to you sometime around... elevenses I reckon," she stated in cheerful sarcasm." Listen," she stated, lowering her head a bit while raising a single eyebrow... and the horn above it. "How about you get some dinner in ya, take a room. Bathe yourself...," she then said, before intentionally pausing, showing that demon elves were no less picky about proper cleanliness if possible. "Get a good nights sleep and a hearty breakfast and in the morning we can see about what's what." She raised her head again, giving the shadow elf a measured glance. "What do you say?" The way the horned Elf was speaking to her made Vary both annoyed and somewhat embarrassed. She realized her own impatience, but she felt it was well-founded considering her situation and the fate of her people in the balance. Alone offered her wise words to rest and regain strength, but the tone still set Virginia in an ill mood as her expression slowly changed into a sour look.“First thing in the morning then…” she hesitantly agreed finally, her poor mood continuing to shine through. Making light of her situation, even if this creature did not have the full grasp of it, was very frustrating to deal with for the shadow elf. “I will be ready when the time comes,” she added as she took a step back, signaling the end of their conversation for the moment. Even in her determination to achieve her goal… a bed and bathe sounded blissful to her. Varaynia didn’t possess much coin, only taking the essentials with her when she left her clan, but she had enough to buy a small room in the tavern just for the night as well as a bath filled with fresh hot springs water from nearby the settlement. She lost track of the time she spent scrubbing herself clean of mud, dirt, or dried blood, basking in the warmth and comfort she found herself in. And despite the low quality of the bed provided her, her back was thankful for it regardless. Virginia slept more soundly that night than she had in many weeks. The Shadow Elf awoke later than she anticipated and rushed her way through getting prepared, anticipating Alone may have already been set to go. She threw back on her old traveling clothes, freshly cleaned from the night before, and rushed out of her room and out of the tavern entirely, searching for her guide outside and nearer to the forest edge. Alone slept like a log, the preoccupations of possible death or lesser consequences clearly falling short of bothering her enough to hound her slumbering mind. But it proved true as well for when she finally awoke, at the crack of dawn, with her hands slipping to her tummy as she felt famished and yet full again all at the same time. Pulling herself gingerly out of bed, the horned sylvan engaged in her daily ablutions before giving herself a final cool bath before donning her multi layered but ultimately unremarkable traveling clothes, ones common to anyone who was knowledgeable of transiting by foot through arboreal dominated landscapes. Before she would meet her travelling companion however, she elected to eat a nice, warm and hearty breakfast, full in knowing she won’t be eating this good, or this comfortably until and unless their journey through the foreboding forest came to an end, one way or the other way. Cornbread biscuits slathered in rich, gray creamy, bacon laced gravy with pan fried potatoes stirred in bacon fat as an accompaniment. She ate until she was full, but not until she was stuffed. She did have a lot of walking to do after all today and on subsequent days. After her culinary indulgence, she returned to her room for a final check. She had been preparing for the right companion to accompany her to the temple for ages now and was in high hopes she had found the one. Her main reservation was also the main asset in her consideration of the journey’s success and that was how hardy and driven her intended companion was. Many yearned to travel to the temple, many a great deal, but few could translate that into such an impressive will and make it happen. That intrigued and interested Alone in a pragmatic manner but again, gave her reservation as she knew those too driven, might drive them into their doom, regardless of the situation. Alas, she decided the best she could do was watch over herself first and the welfare of her companion second. By mid-morning, the young horned even woman had emerged from the tavern, packed away and ready for the journey, or as ready as she’d ever be. For a moment she was confused, not noting the presence of her charge in the road before twirling about and smiling. Of course, she would be waiting near the forest edge. Thankfully though, she at least seemed bathed and rested. That meant she wasn’t going to be completely immune to Alone’s suggestions. “Good day! Shall we proceed?” she asked, sounding rather cheerful in the beginning of such a fatalistic journey. “Yes, I would get underway. The sooner this is over the better,” Virginia said as she was catching her breath a little. She sighed deeply and waited for her guide to begin to lead the way. And as Vary watched Alone disappear into the darkness of the forest her heart sank for just a moment, thinking about being swallowed up like that by this mysterious place. She adjusted her leather jerkin slightly and made sure her belt buckle was well secured before she took a deep breath and stepped a tall bush, following her partner. It felt like she may have stepped into another world all together. It was cramped, dark, dreary, and eerily quiet. There were no birds chirping or the pleasant sound of leaves rustling in the wind, only the unsettling croak of the ancient trees that surrounded her and the dead, lifeless quiet. Virginia looked ahead at Alone who had gotten a little farther ahead and quickly picked up her pace to follow. She wanted to believe it was only a forest and nothing more, but still she couldn’t escape the anxiety she felt. For all her bravery, she felt disarmed in this place.“This place, it…” Virginia began to say before her words trailed off, and she seemed to have lost her train of thought. She was still clearly bewildered by this new place as she continued to follow her companion, weaving her way through the gnarled trees and bushes, making sure not to take her eyes off Alone for too long, lest she lose her in the shadows of the forest and be lost. Glancing back she already couldn’t tell exactly which path they’d taken to get into the forest to begin with. Everything seemed to look the same and after some time Vary began to wonder how exactly it was Alone planned to lead them through the maze.“What sort of dangers may we come across here? Rumor has it this forest is… perilous.” Virginia asked, calling ahead to Alone. "Well the important thing to remember is that the forest will test us, so to speak, and we should try not to panic when it does," Alone stated gingerly. "Whatever obstacles that we come across will be ones we can overcome if Samara judges you worthy," she then stated, crawling over a group of fallen logs, using her staff for balancing and pushing off for support and balance. "But yes, it's perilous. It has many of the dangers you'd associate with untamed forests," she then stated openly, standing atop one of the ancient trees and taking a momentary breather to allow Virginia to catch up a bit as well as make sure their pace was manageable." The main peril is getting lost, which is why we should always head to openings in the forest canopy, judge our direction by the sun," she stated. "I'm not very good at tracking or dead reckoning, but direction sense is something I've utilized successfully time after time navigating the forest. After all, us elves were made to climb trees, among other things," Alone then continued before knowing Virginia was talking about more conventional and straightforward dangers."There are some indigenous tribes of goblins, but they typically are more primitive than the ones we're used to. More unpredictable but typically less threatening. More of... terrifyingly curious. And in smaller numbers. Living in the forest for anything beyond a beast is difficult except in certain areas. The local wildlife can also behave somewhat erratically, but that's only a danger with natural predators or startling that wildlife which is naturally defensive and jittery," she said with a brief hum." The main danger is the forest itself," she concluded. "The brambles. The thicket. The drop-offs. The wetlands. The swift currents. Poisonous plants. Ex center," she added. "Oh and when we get even deeper into the forest, closer to the Temple, you'll have to confront something that I've had to do on rare occasion. Something universal in its extreme unpleasantness. The last of Samara's challenges and only one that can be clearly interpreted as being a challenge because of how utterly... unnatural it is," she then stated. "But it must be faced... and I cannot say any more about that except like all obstacles here, it can be overcome." "So you're saying apart from nearly everything, there's little danger?" Virginia huffed with a light chuckle as she asked, her face twisting into an odd smirk. She'd already forgotten half of the things Alone had warned her about by the time she took another thirty paces, just for how many there seemed to be. She'd faced Goblins before as she trekked through the wild lands after escaping Orc raids, and she'd navigated huge expanses of forests not unlike the one she was in now, albeit with less natural dangers in it. Vary had dealt with wild beasts before, and even confronted a troll once. But this forest just felt different, in every way. It felt far more perilous than any situation she'd been in previously, even if she could not say why. Alone's foreboding of an "unnatural challenge" waiting for them at the end of their journey was in no way helping to alleviate Vary's reservations. Hours passed as they walked and occasionally talked, their voices and their boots trampling on the dead leaves and grass beneath their boots the only sounds that creaked and echoed in the endless rows of trees and bushes and bogs. Two solitary Elves, an odd couple based off their differences in sub-race, trekking the Forest of Dreams. They found a decent place to camp for the night as the sun waned down and was hidden by the mountains that stood erect off in the distance, past the temple, at what times Vary could see through the thickness of limbs overhead. Virginia sat by the campfire, her hands held out to soak in its warmth. At that moment she'd realized she didn't bring nearly enough to bundle herself up in and fight such cold, but she could manage." What was it that brought you to the temple to begin with?" Virginia asked Alone, trying to form some sort of conversation out of the elongated silence that had befallen them the last hour or so. The shadow elf was still skeptical, but she could not deny her interest in the horned creature whom she followed so far, trying hard not to look at her tail from time to time as it swayed about. She'd heard stories of Elves who lived on the surface that looked like demons in mortal form, but such tales could not of been true if Alone was one of their race. She was fare, if still strange, and not at all a grotesque monster of the afterlife. "I have heard of your people, though you are the first I've met... you are actually the first Elf I've met other than one of my own people for many, many years." "Really?" Alone asked, before pondering the situation a moment. "Well you are the first Shadow Elf I met, so I suppose that may make sense. But really, first elf? No sylvan elves or common elves or those upper crust snooty high elves? I've seen plenty of them before," Alone then stated, admitting to having a bit more of worldliness about her. She paused, having finished up wrapping another of her tuberous roots she was planning on dining with tomorrow. "Wood elf told me about this," she then stated, as she wrapped up the long tubular, nutrient rich roots in some moist leafy fronds. "Boil this up to soften the roots. The leafs will soak in the toxins and bitterness, have a delicious mash tomorrow for breakfast depending on what flavoring we can get off the berries I can scrounge," she stated, already planning ahead for breakfast. "I should've been born in a forest instead of a desert. Every trek I take through the Forest of Dreams, it's such an adventure," she then stated, rather strangely before turning to Virginia. Her eyes, as they stared at the Shadow Elf, seemed to match the intense glowing embers of the campfire itself. "As for what brought me to the temple, I was only fifty revolutions old when I set out on my own... Hamm," she said with introspection, trying to find the right term. "Journey of discovery beyond the deserts of my homeland. I never truly had any wishes or dreams I suppose, but I found Comarca nonetheless. Not through visions or dreams, it's just... I found that helping others, being in the service of others, assisting them in fulfilling their wishes, their dreams. It was something that really..." she paused, her lips pursing up a bit. "... I don't have the words. It's... a sublime sort of satisfaction I get, even if I make the effort," she then stated, her blinking all the more obvious as it seemed like her eyes glowed from the flames of the campfire." So Samara is in here," she then said, tapping her chest. "And here," she then added, lifting her hand up and tapping her temple. "That heartwarming enough for you?" she then asked with a grin. Virginia was beginning to feel ashamed and somewhat ignorant at that point of how little she truly even knew of her own upper world kin, and even those from the Underworld like Shadow Elves. Her own race was greatly diminished, and one that was always reclusive to begin with. Their individuality was what ultimately caused her people to be cast out of their former home of the upper world. In millennia past, the Shadow Elves were known as the Sun Elves, with skin like bronze and as fair as the dawn. But they grew bold, and they desired dominion over all the elves, and all mortals. They were defeated in a long and bloody war and chased off the surface, forced to retreat into the great catechisms of the Underworld where they would make their home for ages. Living so long underground turned their skin gray, and they became known as the Shadow Elves, both for their appearance and as a metaphor for being a shadow of their former power. She sighed at the notion that she didn't know nearly as much as she thought she did, and that perhaps this strange creature she ventured with was her best opportunity to bring her people back to glory some day. Virginia was a soldier, it's what she was always bred to do. She was no shaman who dabbled in magic as some of her clans elders did, nor was she the type to have intimate knowledge of how to survive in a deadly forest. But she knew exactly what to do if a sword was put in her hand and she was asked to lead a charge. Thankfully, Alone seemed to know her way around intimately having already done this trek several times." I'm sure it will be... nutritious," Vary said in reference to the strange root recipe the Demon Elf worked on." How very generous," Vary said after Alone had explained her reasoning for her purpose in life. It seemed very selfless of her, and Vary couldn't help but suspect that she had to be getting something more out of it than just warm fuzzy feelings inside. But she would not pester her partner with further questions on the subject. As the lights began to dim and darkness seemed to engulf all around them, Virginia laid herself back on her bedroll anticipating the coming sleep." I'm eager already to be through this forest, it is... unsettling." The shadow elf, not hiding her trepidation any longer. "And to see this Goddess, and see if she truly can save my people." Alone smiled as she felt sleep encroach upon her mind. Worthy goal requires a worthy quest. It was the final thought filtering through her mind as sleep finally claimed her that night. When they woke up, Alone immediately smiled as she welcomed a new day creeping through the thick, leafy fronds, and she wiggled out of her bedroom, embracing the suns heat beating down on her skin. "Mammal... three.... maybe four days," she then stated as she checked the smoldering fire. "This is one of the few forests where its more dangerous traveling by day then camping by night. Samara's will," she then added. "Provides us with uninterrupted dreams," the horned sylvan then stated before turning to Vary. "Did you have any dreams?" she asked as she checked her tuber root... dish to see if it had slow cooked well enough as they slept and nodded in satisfaction as she prepared to package it. The odor of the dish was strong, but not pungent. "Keeps away most of the wildlife as well... and lesser goblins," she added with a smirk." Except owl bears," she then added, a bit worried. "But good thing you're here if we encounter any of them," she added in implied confidence, recalling owl bears, with their bear claws and owl beaks, really enjoyed digging up roots. But they liked them cooked even more than raw, or so she was told. Donned and dressed for the day rather quickly, she showed that she was quite familiar with these treks, as rare as they were. Despite it, she was rather more experienced than many, having done the trip with accompaniment several times, making her one of the familiar guides. “I don’t think I dreamt… wait no, I did,” the shadow elf corrected herself as she got up, propped by her elbows and looking over at the horned creature. Her mind had to search back for a moment still groggy after a long and heavy nights sleep, even more so than her first nights rest on a bed back at the inn only just the night before. It began to become more vivid the things she remembered seeing the more she went back.“I saw the great elder of my clan. I do not know how to describe it, but she seemed… content. She closed her eyes and then a great darkness seemed to engulf her,” Vary’s thoughts trailed off as she shook her head and got up from her bedroll, quickly pulling her traveling boots back on and reattaching her belt and weapons back onto her hips. “Was just a dream,” she quickly said as she packed her things back up quickly and dismissed what she’d experienced the night before. The shadow elf left all the details about how she’d seen her people in chains, being led by Orc captors into camps to become slave labor or worse.“An… owl bear?” she again asked perplexed, never before hearing of such a thing. “We should just get moving, we’ve still many days ahead of us it seems,” Vary again stressed with a sigh as she stood tall with all of her gear prepared to go so far as she could tell after a quick glance around her feet to check. That days march seemed to be about as productive as the days before, and each area they passed Virginia could swear looked just like the place they went by a moment ago. Though Alone seemed to know her way extremely well, so Vary would not question her ability to guide them. Each time she had the opportunity to crest a hill and see through the mess of mangled trees that surrounded them, she could see the temple sitting off in the distance, it's never truly seeming to draw closer no matter how many miles they trekked through the mud. "Where do you people live? Under a rock?" she then asked, before pausing and realizing it was probably true after a fashion. After all, every surface dwelling elf... or anyone really, was familiar with what an owl bear was. "Though to be fair, I haven't traveled under dark much myself," Alone added as they started to crest another hill, slogging upwards through the thick mud, the forest canopy allowing light to come through, but not enough for grass and foliage to take root and thanks to the recent rains, reducing the ground to a thicker wet dirt, if not quite mud. When they approached the top however, she glanced upwards at the sunbeams peeking through the thick leafy trees. "I'm going to try and get a vantage point. There should be a stream or old riverbed we can follow, make this trip easier," she said as she approached the base of the tallest tree on the top of the slope. "If I'm not back in ten minutes..." Alone said with a dire look in her eyes. "...wait longer," she then added snarkily, a smile crossing her face as she started to pull herself up on the lower branches, her thin and slim body clambering up the tree nimbly." Ach... horn got stuck," she then stated, lowering her head shifting it farther back before continuing to scale the tree, an easy twenty or thirty feet up so high now that the foliage was helping muffle her voice as soon it was hard not only to hear her, but even keep sight of her. And it was then that it appeared. It spoke to Virginia in a high-pitched, light voice as one would expect, though it had an almost juvenile accent to it. "Hello their traveler!" the flighty little creature then said, clad in a Lincoln green jerkin and long pants, complete with a miniature pointed hat as it buzzed about on six insect like wings. It was a pixie, or some other variation of the barely six inch to one foot tall fairy species. "Heading to the temple are you elf?" it then asked, buzzing a bit closer, a wary look on his small angular face as it quickly realized this elf was unlike any other. "I've never seen an elf like you before? Did you smoke a lot or something to get that color?" Virginia scoffed lightly at Alone jest, never being a person one might mistake for a free spirit or lighthearted. She watched as her partner scaled up the tree slowly step by carefully placed step. But her eyes quickly averted when the angle she was standing from gave her a direct view of Alone's underside, forcing her to look away in a small bit of disgust. Not because of the way the horned elf appeared of course, she was beautiful and shapely and all those things men desired, but Vary's own desires did not lay in her own sex. Nor did she really ever give much thought to mates and children and all those things. She much preferred the exciting and solitary lifestyle of a soldier than cleaning a household and tending to children all day. A voice suddenly rang out near here that forced Virginia to turn her head around in a bit of shock. But as she looked around she saw no one there, and the voice clearly did not belong to Alone far up in the trees then. For only a moment she belongs contemplate if either she was going crazy or if the mythical forest was playing some kind of game with her when she saw it. A little bug.... thing buzzing around her. She couldn't produce a better to describe what it was, never having met such beings in all her days spent almost entirely sheltered with her clan." I'm-I..." she began as it was taking her a moment to regain herself. She took a step back to create a little distance, but the little creature just flew forward again to close the gap. It was an odd thing, it's small mouth grinning ear to ear as it gazed upon her. "I am a Shadow Elf, of clan Phoenix," she finally said in a confident manner, straightening her posture to appear formal." Now tell me what exactly you are, creature. And by the Spirits, allow me some space." Virginia exclaimed as she waved her hand a bit to shoo the thing back slightly. Vary quickly looked up into the tree Alone ascended into, but she had disappeared entirely into the heights of the forest top. An uneasy feeling was rumbling in her gut more so then than ever. The pixie zipped back, deftly avoiding her swatting hand. "Whoever!" the pixie practically chirped in feigned alarm, not in any real actual danger as its long pointy ears literally wagged a bit at the mention of Shadow Elves. "Ooooohhhh Shadow Elves? Is that why you're standing in the shadow of the tree?" the pixie then asked, before snickering to itself at the poor Punic joke it had made." My name is O'Scandal'Khan of the See lie Court of this Forest!" the pixie then stated happily, tapping his own chest before zipping in close again, peering at her first. "Do you not have pixies in the volcano you came from?" it then asked puzzled, hypothesizing these Shadow Elves must live in volcanos due to her smokey complexion, and eruptive demeanor. Virginia twisted her mouth into a feign laugh at his joke about her dying race. It was a persistent little creature, the elf had to admit that at least. As each time she tried to step back from it, it simply flew forward slightly to remain uncomfortably close. His high voice felt inescapable as it rang out in her mind. At the least she'd moved on from thinking the thing was any sort if threat and simply thought of it as an annoyance then." That is a strange name," she told the O'Scandal as Vary crossed her arms over her chest and looked closely at the pixie as it called itself. She'd never encountered a pixie before, but nor had she been raised in a volcano as the thing suggested. What a foolish notion she thought." No we do not, and my people are not from a volcano you incessant thing. We come from far east, on the ash plains." she said without thinking, knowing the annoying little insect was going to latch onto her mention of her home and continue to rattle on. "Alone!" Vary shouted up to the tree tops, but she received no immediate response from on high. The elf sighed in frustration." What do you want O'Sacral'Khan of the See lie court?" Delighted that it had gotten the strange elves' attention, the pixie quickly buzzed side to side in front of her at eye level, his tiny nose wagging up and down as he tried to get a scent off of her. "You don't smell like Ash? Are there many volcanoes on the Ash plains?" it then asked before pausing, glancing down at her belt and then buzzing over her shoulder, noticing her pack. "Got anything interesting from your homeland of ash in your pack? Maybe you can give me something as a remembrance?" it then suggested innocuously, eyeing her 'stuff' somewhat more interested. "Hey! What are you doing? Get out of my face." Vary exclaimed in surprise as the devilish creature buzzed around her face sniffing at her. If she weren't completely taken off guard by it, she would have felt completely disgusted. Instead, she was more concerned with hitting the pixie which was deftly avoiding her swats with ease. It flew around her should, and she lost it for a moment until its voice rang out from behind and below her. The elf had a pack on her back, but not down at her waist line which was where the fowl creature was eyeing her with an odd gaze in its beady little eyes. As best, she could tell it was poking around the curve of her snugly fit ass. She quickly turned and shoo'd it again. "No you foul thing, I have nothing for you. By the spirits are all of your kind this persistent?" "YE EEP!" the pixie then yelped, one of her swats coming rather close to his noggin as he skirted back. "Your more meat than bone Shadow Elf? Are all of your kind so well proportioned?" it then asked, clearly and completely ignoring the elves protests, clearly still pondering the strange sylvan humanoid with the ashy complexion. But finally, darting just out of arms reach, the pixie finally addressed her latest request. "But you're so big and have so much, not even a trinket for poor O'Scandal'Khan?" it then whined. "Something ashy perhaps besides your demeanor?"" And I am only persistent in my politeness, in greeting all travelers I come across," it added. "Especially new elves! I've never met a Shadow Elf before. Are there many of you? Will more of you be visiting here?" it then continued. "Are your kind adherents to Samara?" "Spirits you are insufferable!" Vary exclaimed in frustration as she quickly took her pack off her shoulders and began to dig through it for something to get the pest to finally go away. She pulled finally found a small round black and blue marble down at the bottom of her bag that she didn't even remember packing for the journey. The trinkets were common among her people, coming from the volcanic rock that made up most of their homeland, and were relatively worthless save for their beautiful appearance. Parting with it was easy enough as she handed it to the pixie, who might have some trouble carrying it a great distance since it was roughly one-sixth of his own size. "There, now are you satisfied creature?" She asked him, praying to every god and goddess that he would finally leave her be." And no, there are not many of my people. That is why I have come to this damnable place, in the hope that Samara can help us." She informed O'Chandra as she slung her pack back around her shoulders. The pixie literally squealed with glee as it accepted the beautiful polished volcanic rock in its marble form and using both hands to pull it into its grasp, cradled the object in its arms tenderly, practically hugging it before his glowing face fell upon the Shadow Elf. "Thank you for giving me such a treasure oh noble and generous Shadow Elf of the Ash Plains," he then stated, doing a quick flip in midair before pausing in front of her, stroking the marble, like it was petting the object. "Good luck on your journey to the temple pilgrim and hopefully your visit will bring a lot more of your lovable kind here! I'm sure your selfless nature should do well in facing the trials ahead!" the pixie then added cryptically before offering a low, sweeping bow and bid his adieu. And then, as suddenly as he had buzzed into her life, he buzzed off into the depths of the forest once again with his prize in hand. "Yes, yes, your welcome creature." Vary replied as the pixie gratuitously thanked her for the relatively worthless marble it embraced like a precious jewel. She supposed that being in a secluded forest didn't afford O'Scandal and his people many opportunities to learn much of the outside world or attain items not in their home. As the pixie buzzed off into the darkness of the forest again, Vary sighed audibly in relief. "Thank the Spirits it finally buggered off," she whispered to herself as she began to look around herself again. Only... she couldn't recognize which tree it had been that Alone had scaled anymore. The pixie had taken her mind off the one thing she had to do, wait. And with ever step she took away from the annoying thing, she got more and more out of place to where she couldn't quite recognize where she had been exactly." Falene!" she called out into the heights of the forest, hoping for an answer finally. And just like that, the forest responded as the leaves above her started to shiver and rustle from unseen movement. Then suddenly a flock of blackbirds burst forth from the mixed green canopy above the Shadow Elves head. Terrified of something clearly, the birds swarmed through the gaps between the lowest tree branches and the ground itself, a group of the birds surging towards her but narrowly fluttering past, squawking madly as they did. Then, just as quickly as they arrived, they disappeared into the forest, often ascending back up through the foliage of nearby trees to rest once again as they escaped whatever disturbance had roused them. A moment later, the disturbance itself emerged, bursting forth from the trees herself as Fa lane, swinging down from a long vine, made it look all too easy to engage in her natural-born even affinity for all things forested as she seemingly rappelled down to the ground, her boots lightly thudding upon the soft dirt a few dozen meters away from Virginia. "Hey there...," Alone said breathlessly, brushing the leaves, twigs and aphids off of her clothes. "... did you see that flock of birds? I certainly didn't notice them on the way up," she then said with a smile before casually pointing in one direction, leading to a downward slope from the ridge they were on. " Recognize a stream, we can take it most of the way through the forest towards the temple. Should make things easier on you," she then added, showing her tree climbing wasn't all for naught.

Lost in Dreams (Neysha and Odan)|rating:4.0

Transported in time (playfullchick76 & Captain Maltese)

The inside of her command Stryker was comfy enough, making her glad she had pushed for her company to have them. She was Marine Captain Abigail Sinclair, CO of Echo Company, Third Battalion, Fifth Marine Division, and as of six weeks ago, NATO had been at war with Russia and China. Fueled by demand, and a desire to become a superpower again, Russia had allied itself with China to attack NATO and other nations that were in its way. There were battles going on all over the world, it seemed, Asia, Europe, the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. So far, the Allies were holding their own, but just barely. No nuclear weapons had gone off, which was the only good news. She was well suited to this. She had graduated the Point in 2010, gone on several deployments to Afghanistan and Iraq before returning Stateside with her company. A year ago, she had been promoted to Captain, and been given command of Echo Company, a big step and a lot of trust, being female, and a front line Captain when few women were on the front line. They had gone over with their Battalion to England, and from there, Amsterdam by ship. She had always wanted to see it, just not like this. Arriving, they had been given their orders. Her Company, along with Delta company, extra anti tank teams, nine LAV-25's, two striker 120 mortar carriers, two archer automated howitzers, eight Humvee, and enough 7x7's to carry her company and enough bullets and beans for a weeks fighting, were told to travel direct to the town of Nordhorn, on the German border, for deployment either to Hamburg, or Bremerhaven, where there had been fresh fighting. Before leaving, four British vehicles, a Jackal recon vehicle and three Mastiff troop transports had been added, as they were headed that way, and two diesel tankers, for a storage depot. For top cover, they had been assigned three Apache helicopters, which made her feel a lot safer. Moving out, they heard on the net about recent fighting on their primary route, and would have to go via the town of Arnhem, made famous in 1944. The Stryker command vehicle wasn't the most glamorous, but it did allow her to track her forces, via GPS, and radio contact as well. Nearing the town of Heel sum, she looked up at reports from her top cover of artillery rounds impacting a hundred feet over her convoy. It was already too late, she knew, waiting for the inevitable explosions from her vehicles. Yet.nothing happened. Confused, she radioed her recon elements. "Vanguard one to recon one, report'." Recon one here, strange Captain, the artillery rounds dropped strips of metal film. It's over our LAV, and the others", the Corporal radioed back. Strange indeed, what was it for, for tracking. Did the Russians have a new weapon. Within seconds, the metal strips on every vehicle began to glow. It was a new Russian weapon, to make the enemies vehicles go away, put simply, to send them somewhere else in time. None of them had any idea, as one second, they were in 2016, on the way to Heel sum, and the next, they were in 1944, September 20, 1944. She noticed that the GPS locks on her vehicles vanished, as did her sat connection with Battalion command." What the hell, check our sat connection," she ordered. The PFC tried again and again to get the connection up, but it remained down, the screen showing her forces remained dark, worrying her." Get Division on the line," she ordered, with the radio operator trying, with no luck. Ordering her to contact her top cover Apaches, she found only similar silence. Getting on the command net herself, she radioed her convoy. "Vanguard one to all units, pull off the road, defensive posture," she ordered, and felt the Stryker pulling off to the side. Stepping out of the Stryker, she took a look around. The Lavs were in position, guarding their position, and her squads were moving to take position near them. She was soon joined by her first sergeant, her platoon leaders, the British Lt in charge of the three 8 man squads in the mastiffs, and two lieutenants from Delta Company. Just under half of Delta company was missing, including their CO." Get on the radio, cycle through, see who you can pick up, any allied unit," she ordered her radio operator on the command Stryker. Her radio operator was young, only 19, but knew everything there was to know about radios, and communications. Sitting at her seat, the young PFC tapped in commands, cycling through the frequencies. "Vanguard one to any allied unit, respond", she transmitted, hoping for someone to answer. "Clarence calling Lions Den. Clarence calling Lions Den. Over?"" Clarence calling Lions Den. Clarence calling Lions Den. Over?"" Clarence calling Lions Den. Clarence calling Lions Den. Over?" Major General Urquhart peeked gloomily into the wardrobe where the radio set had been installed. Headphones on and with a microphone in hand, Lance Corporal Jenkins was sitting in front of it on a piano stool. At intervals some ordnance would hit the brick building somewhere and then a little more dust would fall gently down on the young man and his communications gear. There were lines in the dust indicating he had tried to wipe it off a few times. "Any luck, Jenkins?" The freckled youth shook his head. "No Sir. I am working the frequencies up and down but am I getting little more than static everywhere. It is like we are the last people on the planet." The officer smiled under his mustache at that. "Don't worry Jenkins, we certainly are not. For one thing the Berries are clearly keeping us with company. Keep at it." "Yes Sir." He returned to his set. "Clarence calling Lions Den. Clarence calling Lions Den. Over?" Urquhart went back to the upper floor with some difficulty; broken furniture and pieces of wooden beams that had been wrenched loose by the explosions were littering the floors and hallways, and soldiers who were not at the ready in combat positions or parked among others wounded in the cellar were using every available square inch to catch a nap on. It was the least the Major General could do to walk gently over them, but it would probably take more than a boot's touch to wake them now. After all they were sleeping through the machine gun fire only a few hundred yards away. The British 1st Airborne Division was now spread over several positions in the town of Fostered. Trouble was, it was looking less and less like a division and disconcertingly more like a picnic in Hell. The 1st Battalion was still largely intact and Urquhart was hunkering down in what passed for its headquarter, but of the other eight battalions only the occasional dead scared and utterly confused soldier could even hint of their fate. And those were bad hints. If only the radio communication had been able to communicate with anyone or anything. Basically, they were in deep shit. The Major General was not forgetting the battle at Rourke's Drift, but he was not forgetting the battle at Isandlawana either. And they weren't facing spear men this time. Peering around from an advantageous position on top of the headquarters roof, Urquhart considered taking off his red beret with its shiny badge for a moment. But only for a moment. A British soldier did not go into battle bareheaded. The town was more or less still standing, which means there were roofs everywhere and very hard to spot anything happening on the ground, never mind on the other side of the river. His brass binoculars could in fact not see anything of the enemy except for the occasional flash as their artillery let go from their well covered positions. Oh, to have air support. Maybe he should wish for a rocking horse while he was at it. Beside him was another private, armed with a Lee-Enfield which was not going to do him much good unless Jerry came around in an air ship - but he had good eyes and was the lookout for the time being. There was a shout from below, and then a runner climbed up on the roof from the hole they had dug into it. Private Bartleby; one of nature's human ferrets and invaluable for errand work in cramped locations. "Sir! Lance Corporal Jenkins is reporting radio contact!" "I'll be right with you, lad." The Major General went down the floors about ten times as fast as he had climbed up. When he got back into the wardrobe Jenkins was smiling brilliantly through a face mask of dust. "Got someone speaking in English, Sir! And the signal is real strong!" The radio obliged to the occasion by mixing the static with words. "... Vanguard One to any allied... Vanguard One to any..." Urquhart lifted an eyebrow at Jenkins. "Lance Corporal, I am not aware that we have a unit going by the call signal Vanguard One?" The radio man lifted his operations' handbook. "I can't find them either Sir. It could be the Germans playing with us. But until now I have not even been able to pick up THEIR traffic, coded or not." There was a hopeful look in the young man's eyes. "Maybe we just got lucky?" Urquhart growled, and immediately regretted it. "That would be a nice change. Give me the microphone." "Clarence calling Vanguard One. Clarence calling Vanguard One. This is Major General Urquhart. I am glad to hear you but who the hell are you? Over." She didn't understand it. The radio links between her own convoy vehicles worked fine, but she couldn't pick up anyone else. And sat links didn't just go down like that. Walking to the side of her Command Stryker, she picked up one of the metal strips and held it up. It was still warm, just what had this strip and all the others done, that was the question." Captain. I've made contact with another unit, Clarence, Major General Urquhart. The signal is close", she heard from her radio operator, bringing her walking as quickly as she could, with her first sergeant, and the British lieutenant as well." I've never heard of a unit with that call sign. I know General Urquhart, wasn't he in command of forces during market Garden, but that was 70 plus years ago. What are we doing picking up his signals here and now," she said out loud.' A possibility Ma'am, to consider. We could actually be in 1944. Think about it, no contact with command, no GPS, now this signal, a strong one, just think about it", Lt Stone told her. He was like her, a graduate of Sandhurst, and thus far, he had impressed her."1944, you're saying that these metal strips sent us all back to 1944, that's...whoever this is, we'll figure it out. Okay, join me in the Stryker Lieutenant," she told him, and climbed in, taking the set from her PFC." Clarence, this is Vanguard one, Captain Sinclair speaking. We're a mixed allied unit en route to Nordhorn, British and American personnel. I know of a Major General Urquhart who served during Market Garden, but that was 70 years ago. My British lieutenant thinks that a new soviet weapon has sent our convoy back in time. As far as I know, the date is September 20, 2016, am I wrong", she radioed to the person claiming to be General Urquhart. It would explain the loss of GPS cover, and the radio loss with Battalion. If they had been sent back in time somehow, things had just gotten a lot more complicated. The Major General closed his eyes, and not because the building had been hit by another shell. Now some crazy lady had been entrusted with the microphone. What was next? "I don't know what kind of games you are playing, but I can assure you that we don't have time for them right now. But just for one thing, our Soviet allies are on the entire other side of Germany and whatever political issues we have with them, they are certainly on the same side as us!" A new possibility struck him. "You sound mightily confused. Have you by any chance been wounded and received a shot of morphine? If so, go lie down and give the bloody radio set to someone able to communicate in a meaningful manner. OVER." While Urquhart was not a man given to temper tantrums, the combination of shelling and the one sudden lifeline turning to silly string was not benefiting his manner. And he knew in his heart that a man, and officer, should not talk like this to a woman. Even if it was possible that she was one of the cackling patients from the insane asylum they had passed on the way from the drop. But if she was, she was speaking English well - and knew his name, too! He lifted his microphone again and spoke with greater care than first. "All right Miss, Captain, Sinclair. It is a rough afternoon for all of us. I must apologize for my rashness. For your information you ARE speaking with Major General Roy Urquhart of the 1st Airborne Division. I think it is safe to say that the presence of our force is known to our enemies by now. Also be advised that today is September 20th of 1944, by the grace of King George the Sixth. If there will be a tomorrow only God knows. On the long chance that you possess a military force beyond the only working radio set not in enemy hands, or even if that set is all you can bring to our aid, you are welcome to approach the town from the west town. Kindly fire two green signal flares in the air when you have arrived and a welcoming committee will be organized. We will be looking for them." The man sighed, well aware that he was most likely just daydreaming. "Frankly, you WILL be welcomed. Even a couple of tea ladies would be a sight for sore eyes now. Now you will have to excuse me, there's a war being conducted and everyone is waiting for me. Out." Roy tossed the ear phones and microphone back to Lance Corporal Jenkins. "Right. That was different all right. If this 'Vanguard One' keeps filling the air then take down notes. But most likely it's just some sort of German prank. I'll be back with you again in a bit." Jenkins nodded, he was already trying to fine tune the signal. While he had not heard a word of the other end of the conversation, it was mightily cheering up just to know they were not entirely alone. And what was this about a Miss? Urquhart was already on his way to what passed for a command room. Realizing the sheer unlikeliness of the radio message being anything more than a morphine dream, he nonetheless issued a message to be spread to the lookouts in this and the two nearest strong points that if two green flares were seen then the Major General wanted to know even if it meant disturbing him on the loo. It had been a sheer display of mental restraint not to add that he also wanted a rocking horse. Even so, he glanced at the map again. There was the bridge, in all its glory - as badly as he had wanted it, it was now the greatest threat to their immediate positions. No artillery, no sufficient amount of explosives, and a diminishing amount of Pits on their hands - while on the other side of the bridge, the Berries were no doubt readying their armor and 88s. There was no doubt about it, a couple of tea ladies would be a nice thing for his soldiers right now. If only as a distraction. Because whatever else was heading for the Airborne right now was probably German. Captain Sinclair had been an officer for six years, and it had been a while since any other officer had talked to her like the Major General did. If any didn't think that she deserved her bars, they at least hid their doubts well, showing her the courtesy that she showed them. He would doubt her immediately, as she would have in his place, but it was still something, to be doubted and talked to like that. Still, she was a marine, and she showed the patience that all marines had, with her face showing nothing as she processed what he was telling her. Lieutenant Stone's face wasn't showing anything, but her radio operator was, this was the first time that she was hearing anything like this. Still, she knew not to say anything back to him yet, she needed him to calm down, which she hoped he would. Hiding her relief when she heard his voice again, calmer, and calling her by her name and rank, she leaned back as he told her that she was indeed talking to Major General Urquhart, of the 1st airborne, and that the date wasn't September 20, 2016, but September 20, 1944. He didn't reject her, or her force, he sounded like he would accept them, proved when he told her to fire two green flares when entering the town from the west. At the word out, she knew to keep silent. General Urquhart was already stressed, and it wouldn't take much push him further, to a place that she didn't want him to go. Okay, this was good news, she told herself, then climbed out of the Stryker, with Lt Stone with her. "Okay, to get to him, we'll need to go through the town. Any idea on numbers, enemy vehicles," she asked him." Well Ma'am, I believe that around this area, On Tet tau's forces were in place. They had panzers, and captured French tanks. We should be able to get through them if we don't slow down. 1st Airborne's LZ's were still in place. We can get in via there. The General had his HQ at Hammerstein Hotel," he told her. Gathering her officers and platoon leaders together, she spread out the map and Lt Stone marked out the route in, and where opposition was likely to be." This side will have minimal enemy in place. Likely containment forces, they won't expect us to be coming. Let's get through it. Lt Stone, I want your Jackal with my recon force, with two LAV-25's to deal with any light armor, and two anti tank teams for any heavy armor. Let's do this, and good hunting," she told them. She could only hope that her forces, armed with tech from her time, would be enough to push through and reach Etterbeek. She could only watch her anvil assemble, and head off, with the rest of the convoy to follow. Driving ahead to Heel sum, the crew of the Jackal readied for anything. Slowing down, they stopped and reported the force in front of them, two French tanks, and at least two squads of infantry in field gray." Target the tanks, we'll take the infantry", ordered the commander of the Jackal, then they set off towards the enemy. Firing his machine gun at the enemy, the commander heard sharp cracks coming from behind him, aimed shots from the LAV-25's. The 25mm rounds easily penetrated the French tanks armor and exploded inside, killing any crew that was unfortunate enough to be inside them. Scattering the infantry, the LAV's machine guns fired on them as well, with its 25mm gun firing at the gray APC's, destroying them as well." Recon one to Vanguard one, entry made, start your approach", radioed the Jackal's commander. Reaching for the flare gun he had been given, he fired a green flare into the air, then a second one. That should let the British forces here know that they were inbound. Behind them, the convoy set out. The Humvee with CROWS weapon systems scanned for any enemy targets, with the recon forces moving forward. Once contact was made with 1st airborne, they would report in, and hope that they weren't fired on. The commanders Jackal wasn't armored, it was open to the elements. "Passer, Are you certain of this information?" Standartenfuhrer Keller looked at the young Ubersturmfuhrer. They were both wearing the uniforms denoting them as SS, and to be member of the 9th SS Panzer Division - the Hohenstaufen. The two officers were looking at a map lying on the table between them, while a corporal was taking down notes and orders. Around them tents and crates and sign posts signaled that they were standing in division headquarters, outside the tent of the recon battalion's leadership. But while Keller's Colonel uniform was still spotless and clean, the Lieutenant's black panzer wrap uniform was covered with ash and his face suited everywhere but where the goggles had covered him. This was however nothing compared to the fact that the man was soaking wet from cap to boot - he had passed over the river by paddling on a barrel during the early morning. "Absolutely, Standartenfuhrer! Those vehicles are strangely shaped, and we cannot recognize any markings, but this is where our scouts saw them and that is the direction they are going in. Two groups, the first smaller than the second, no rearguard. Whoever they are, they are fast - and whatever infantry they have are on the vehicles, because we could not see anyone flanking them at all. Based on the numbers and the direction, we think this enemy force has been sent in to reinforce the British forces at Nijmegen - although we are at a loss as to how they got here. Some kind of new gliders perhaps...?" Keller nodded firmly. "Perhaps. I agree with your analysis. And how fortunate it is, that we can give them more than a token resistance for once! Too late to keep them from the city perhaps, but not too late to destroy them." The recon battalion had been hit hard in the initial fighting; a third of their half tracks had been wiped out during the first counterattack, another ten percent had been recovered in a technically recoverable condition and might be useful again with some repair and removal of the bloody pulp which were the remains of their crews. But there were good news too, as Ubersturmfuhrer Passer was proof of. Shivering with cold but standing at attention like a tin soldier, the young man had just reported that the other half of the recon battalion - 20 vehicles and over a hundred men in all, many battles tested - had finally made it back from their assignment. While most were half tracks there were no less than four fast ex-French SOMA s35 tanks. Hardly a force to throw at the Russian tank divisions, but it certainly was reconnoitring in force. With the fighting and the abrupt end of all radio communication in the area the unit had been feared to be defeated or lost. And now the message from captain Kessler was that hey were intact if low on fuel, as yet undetected, and best of all: on the other side of the river. "I am ready to swim over on your command and relay your orders to Hauptsturmfuhrer Kessler, Standartenfuhrer!" It would have been considered a quip from any other bedraggled cat in uniform, but the blue eyes under the panzer cap shone with a fervor that could only be attributed to the defiant fervor of patriotism. Or to methamphetamine. "Your bravery is admirable, Passer. But I believe I can find someone else from our officer ranks to be errand boy. Have the medics help you into a dry uniform and warm blanket and rest for a few hours, and I shall surely find you other tasks." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. Heil Hitler!" The grain colonel returned the salute with some dry amusement. Evidently the SS were not running out of heroes quite as fast as they were running out of air support. He turned to the corporal as the lieutenant went off. "Defeater. I want Ubersturmfuhrer Nobleman here on the double. And the artillery liaison officer. Perhaps we can manage to coordinate something meaningful just for once, if those slow plodders in the Wehrmacht can hold them back just a little longer."---Urquhart was poking over the rooftops again, binoculars in one hand and a sandwich in the other. Hell of a way to have tea. And speaking of which. Lance Corporal McCready was pouring hot tee from a shining tea can into a porcelain cup with a hand almost black from gunpowder. One had to appreciate life's little things. And it wasn't as if the owner of the cutlery was going to complain; a couple of legs in polished red shoes and war quality socks was sticking out from the wall that she had been demolished with. Under. Whatever. "I don't like it, Lance Corporal." "What's not to like, Sir? We're having tea, there's not a bomber in sight, it's a nice day. Back in Aberdeen it's probably raining." "Right you are, Lance Corporal." There was a smile under the officer's mustache. There was just a handful of Scots in the ranks below him, but they were going to take at the very least two bullets each before letting him down. "But Jerry seem to be having not just tea but a kip too, and that's not like those industrious bastards. I haven't heard a heavy shell in over two hours." "That's all right though, isn't it? Awfully civil of them to give us a break. Gives a man time to shave, it does." The Major General scratched his cheek. "Point taken. My point, however, is that when the enemy is giving us a breather it's normally because he is taking a few breaths himself and readying to go over the top and come at ya." "Reminds me of Auntie Belle, that does. Hey. Hey! Sir! There are two flares over there! And they are green! Look how high they fly!" Roy looked in the direction, and rubbed his weary eyes. They were flying high for British signal flares all right, which was the only reason there could be seen all the way from here. Odd. But they were green. "I'll be damned. We will have to have tea some other time Lance Corporal. It seems we are actually going to have a visitor after all. Keep up the good work!" The officer vanished down the roof hole at a time a squirrel would have envied him. Five minutes later a recon detail of eight men, a section, was in motion through the rubble-filled streets - a couple of Seen gunmen and the rest rifle men. Leading it was the Major General himself. A high ranking officer for a small unit, but his remaining officers were already deployed and there wasn't much to do in HQ until they got in contact with someone, anyone, on the radio again. Besides, this was one arrival Roy wanted to see for himself. Technically the town limit on the west side was held by 3rd Company, which was more or less intact but woefully lacking in heavy weapons. The small mortars' ammo and most of the PIAT's were already expended, and the company was now relying on a couple of light machine guns, and on two antitank rifles which had probably been brought along more for morale than for any realistic hope of punching holes in German armor. The fact that said German armor had not yet arrived was the only reason this area was still holding. Instead, the British were entertained by a steady influx of probing MG42 strafes and the odd heavy shell from the other side of the river; at this distance it was hard to hit dug in infantry, but the buildings were slowly turning to smaller and smaller bits of brick. The officer in charge was Captain Tomlinson who was a battle hardened veteran of 22, newly promoted from Lieutenant by the help of a lucky 88 hit. Bits and pieces of his predecessor was still sprayed over the walls of the nearest ruin. He saluted smartly as Roy arrived, a smile so wide it was threatening to shave off both of his ears. "Major General! What a pleasant surprise, Sir! Come to take a look at the new situation? I sent a runner off only a minute ago." "We must have missed him on our way here, so you can report direction to me Captain." The Captain stepped into an opening in the wall which gave excellent view both to the open field beneath - a suicidal thing to do except that now there was complete silence outside. He waved a hand generously outward. "I don't understand, and I don't know who they are. But I can see that they are shooting at the Germans and what else do I need to know? But Sir, I am willing to make one guess. I think God decided to be on our side after all." Out on the field, five strange but clearly military vehicles were standing in a circle. Barrels were sprouting everywhere and at uneven intervals some of them were shooting." I see. You may be right, Captain. A strange day indeed. Very well. Stay in position. I will make contact. Sergeant Hobbes, you and your lads follow me." Roy took off his beret and brushed it off on his arm, which was an only marginal improvement, then put it back on. And for the first time since the landing, checked that his tie was in its proper place. "It seems I have an appointment with a lady." With the section following and flanking him warily, the Major General headed for the group of vehicles. Which was the very moment when the treeline about half a kick away came alive. The Wehrmacht had done its containment job and now the SS was ready to step in. For Führer and Fatherland. Six SDK 250's fronted by four tanks rolled out, machine guns flaying toward the strange vehicles as the tower guns aimed for the biggest ones and barked off. The half tracks were holding back, while a swarm of infantry moved forward under the shouts of NCO's. Some were carrying tubes on their backs; the new Panzerfaust weapon. The men would have to cover more than two thirds of the distance before those antitank weapons could be brought into play, but if and when they got there the 'fists' could punch through armor. Even if many of the enemy soldiers wore camo smocks the SS runes on their collars were easy to see. "Los! Los! Los! Los!" Urquhart and his men did not exactly need enemy encouragement as they broke into a wild run to take cover behind the vehicles. Roy could not believe it. Had he really gotten his excitement up for nothing? Pulling the revolver out if its holster he grimly peered between the wheels and cracked off a few shots toward the enemy. If only on principle. At least he could count on Captain Tomlinson to bring all his men to the front trench and give what cover fire they could still muster. The Airborne would stand and fight or fall while performing their duty. And THAT was when, as a tribute to German timing, two 4-cannon 88 mm batteries worth of antitank shells started raining down from the sky. In the second direct artillery hit of the day the Jackal disintegrated into a cloud of metal splinters, smoke and blood. The formerly French tanks were going at full speed to close in under an umbrella of BMG fire, but the first shots either missed or bounced off the LAV's sides. The spray of BMG fire hitting the Humvee didn't. Return fire at this range from the British position was limited to the rattle of their two Begins and the spasmodic single shots from the antitank rifles. Much that the enemy seemed to care; two of the half tracks stopped, probably because the driver was hit, and one of the tanks started to smoke from the rear but kept on going. Reloading his puny revolver Urquhart dimly reflected on the odds of living long enough to actually run of cartridges. Didn't seem to be worth worrying about, really. Corporal Atkins, in charge of the Jackal, kept his eyes on his area of importance, looking for Germans. Germans, his first orders had been to work with their German allies, but here in 1944, they were the enemy, his recon force had scattered the force on the road, and quite well too, making an opening for the rest of the convoy to enter via. Ranging far ahead of the main force was their job, and he did it well, having seen service in Iraq, where IED's and other ambushes were the main fear. Here though, he had to worry about German ambushes. Still, he had two LAV-25's to back him up, not as good as a main battle tank, but the next best thing." Jackal two to all recon units, pull off here, we'll wait here for the rest of the convoy and the arrival of 3rd Battalion", he radioed, and directed the driver of the jackal to pull off to the left, into a field with good clear lines of sight. Directing his command to pull into a circle for maximum protection, he radioed his position to their CO, Captain Sinclair. "Recon one to Vanguard one, position secure," he said into the mic, giving her their position in the field, then ducked down as a burst of fire barely missed his head." Bollocks, enemy fire to eight o'clock", he called, aiming the vehicles' grenade launcher at the direction and fired off two 40mm grenades. More and more aimed fire came at them, from, which were answered by machine gun fire from the LAV's M249's, either silencing the fire, or forcing the enemy to keep their heads down while they waited for their welcoming committee. The corporal had his attention to his eight o'clock when he heard the warning from one of the US marine manning the 50 cal of one of the Humvee's." Contact left, Enemy vehicles, three o'clock, multiple tanks and half track's, he yelled, swinging the heavy gun around to open up on the half tracks and the infantry with short bursts. Following the tracers, he aimed for the infantry, as the LAV's 25mm's locked onto the half tracks. Machine gun fire from every vehicle lanced out, dropping the SS infantry as they came in. "AT teams, deploy, deploy', yelled the sergeant in one of the LAV's, with both anti tank teams leapt out and got into position. With the operator kneeling, with the tube on his shoulder, aiming at the closest enemy tank, another took a rocket from his pack, with the team sliding it into the tube." Loaded, Clear, Fire". As soon as the operator yelled fire, he pulled the trigger. The rocket shot out of its tube, followed by the rocket from the second anti tank team. Both rockets shot towards their assigned targets. Once over the currents, the casings disintegrated, with a shaped charge burning its way directly through the current, into the tank itself. The crew were killed instantly, then the tanks on board armament went up, detonating and sending the current up 14 feet, spinning until it landed on the field. A matching explosion and thump signalled a second dead tank." Reload, reload", yelled the operator. Mike 18, one of the LAV's, fired five sabot rounds into the closer half-track, with the rounds penetrating and detonating inside. A second half-track was destroyed by Mike 22, then a third. Then came the Germans response, artillery. Just before his world ended, and that of his crew, Corporal Atkins realized that airborne forces were firing in support of them. As he realized that, the 88 round hit his vehicle directly, destroying it and killing all three of them. Heavy machine gun fire was just bouncing off the sides of the LAV's, but for the Humvee, it wasn't. A window, armored against 7.62 fire, shattered under the fire, then the driver and gunner at the 50 cal mount were both hit. Registering the loss of the Jackal, the commander of Mike 18, Sergeant Connors, fired off a burst of 5.56 fire at the infantry and got on the horn to Captain Sinclair." Vanguard one, recon one here. Under heavy fire from artillery, Jackal lost, Humvee 9 hit badly", he radioed, and looked out his sights as a third enemy tank was destroyed, its current flung into the air to land directly on one of the panzershrek operators coming at them. Sitting in her Stryker, Captain Sinclair processed this, as did Lt Stone. He had just taken his first losses in combat, as she likely had. Her people could deal with the small force coming at them, but the artillery would do more damage, they had to be stopped." Vanguard to archer one and two, turn off into the next open space, and deploy to target enemy artillery. 1st platoon Echo company, turn off to protect," she ordered, and out in front of her, both Archers turned off into the field behind someone's house and stopped. Positioning themselves to cover any angle, the supports went down, grounding both vehicles, then the 155mm gun lifted, angling itself to the artillery fire that its radar was locking in on. The operators in the cab merely had to let the computers do most of the job. The artillery's arc's showed up clearly. 'Up ten degrees, right four degrees", said one, with the guns angling to lock in on the first point of origin for the enemy shells. Outside, first platoon deployed to cover the guns from any enemy that might come at them." Four guns, 12 miles, four round spread, an Excalibur for assessment", ordered the staff sergeant in charge. The automated artillery were ready in 30 seconds, loading its heavy shells into the breech. Almost as soon as the breech was closed, the guns fired. The empty shells were dropped, and another one was loaded in. Any enemy soldiers that saw them would have been amazed by the lack of crews on both guns that fired. Again and again they fired, until both guns had fired four high explosive shells. Clearing the breech, Archer one loaded in an Excalibur round. Feeling the vehicle shudder as it was fired, the operator watched the screen, via the tiny camera in the tip of the shell. Guiding it a bit to its target, the hallmark of the Excalibur rounds, he aimed it to what looked like a command post, then the signal went blank, impact. Bringing up the last few seconds, he studied the pictures. All eight rounds, fired in under 25 seconds, had completely neutralized all four guns." Re-orientate guns, right one degree", ordered the staff sergeant, then both Archers tapped controls, loading fresh shells into the breeches. Again, eight 155mm rounds were fired at the second set of four artillery guns. Again, an Excalibur was fired for assessment, with the camera recording smashed guns and scattered crews." Archer one to Vanguard one, assessment complete, all enemy guns neutralized", reported the operator.' Good shooting both of you. Unhook and continue in the convoy," she ordered. Waiting until both archers and first platoon were back in convoy, she gave the order for the convoy to continue. Back in the field, as the artillery fire slackened, then stopped, the fourth French tank went up in smoke, and the sixth half-track stopped, smoke coming from it as its engine went up. With the tanks and half tracks neutralized, both Lavs advanced, firing their machine guns at the infantry. The CROWS controlled M249 continued its fire, with the fourth Humvee a wreck from a direct artillery hit. ("Second wave, cover fire! First wave, fall back!" Colonel Kessler was cursing as he directed the attack with his binoculars from within the forest. The enemy had turned out to have new and improved antitank weapons; between the tank fire and those upgraded bazookas, the 9th's recon was again severely reduced. All Souls were accounted for now and the half tracks that were not just smoking had nothing to bite armor with - that was not what they had been made for. It was down to infantry bravery once more. But at least the remaining half tracks which had not been committed yet, laying down BMG fire from within the forest lite, could shield the soldiers who were hugging the uneven ground and looking for an opportunity to close in maybe another hundred meters. In the meanwhile the angry firestorm was ricocheting off the remaining vehicle. The 88s were turning into a mixed blessing; his infantry was now so close that they were getting casualties. The attack on the enemy unit was turning sour, and fast. On the bright side the division's radio equipment had roared back into full communication as unexpectedly as it had quit functioning. But the artillery barrage had already stopped. Kessler's radio orderly, already attempting to lift the barrage, soon reported that the batteries were no longer responding to his calls, and Division was telling him to wait while they investigated. But based on the smoke it was possible an allied bomber had scored a dire chit from above the skies. How that could happen, there were no suggestions for. Was Kessler's little force still capable of closing in? Moments later, it appeared to become irrelevant. The enemy's two Puma-like vehicles were actually advancing on the infantry. In a field littered with wreckage it was a dream situation. Or a nightmare, if you are actually out there. But now his battered men could find plenty of cover behind the wrecks and the black smoke, and bring their panzerfausts to bear. And while many of the faces in the ranks of the SS division where young and white, there was an equal amount of grizzled eastern front veterans. They had faced T-34 squadrons and lived to tell the tale. Now rocket after rocket woodshed toward the LAV's as they came into range, targeting the turrets and the wheels while the MG42s in the forest kept hammering on. Then a direct hit warped the tires off one side of one LAV while at the same time the other's LAV' turret was sent flying. Both vehicles had been halted, although their hulls were intact but for a number of ominous slashes. For a moment the murderous fire halted. The infantry waited. They should complete the job now. But so many of their men had fallen, dead or wounded, that it was not particularly tempting. A few soldiers who still had their panzerfausts started to move to the point where they would be within range to finish the vehicles off. But one LAV's cannon turret was still moving and so was one of the hogs on the other, if slowly, and so was the CROWS unit on the Humvee which was however at a bad angle after several hits. But the soldiers knew their duty, and were just waiting for the order."CHARGE, lads!" This came however from the other end of the field, where 3rd Company were ready to give eternal glory a go. Captain Tomlinson and his men had watching in disbelief and horror as their long awaited reinforcements had been ambushed and smashed to a bloody pulp. They had been ever more shocked, when the battle had entered a brief lull, when they had seen a shaky red beret be lifted on a revolver barrel from behind the remaining Humvee - no panzerfausts or tank cannon had hit it, only the HMG fire. The beret waved to the Company until the owner felt sure he had been noticed, then was lowered again before the head it belonged on, and three helmeted heads lifted even more cautiously. Four white faces which was all that was left of the greeting committee, but one of them was the Major General. He had mouthed something toward the Captain's likely viewpoint, and Tomlinson too knew his duty. "Cover fire, Brent! Everyone else, forward. For England, you louts!" And 120 men took two long breaths, screamed their lungs out and charged straight for the SS infantry. The first men fell to the MG42's furious howl before they had taken three steps, but everyone who could were running - if only towards the safety of the nearest wrecks. It was puny artillery, but there were still some rifle grenades among the Airborne, and they were put to use now. An infantry charge was the straw that broke the camel's back. The SS had enough, for the moment anyway. Between the losses of at least 30 good men, much ammunition, half their vehicles and a dozen panzerfausts for no bigger reward than a couple of light enemy vehicles, this fight made no sense anymore. While the forest half tracks gave BMG cover the remaining men, carrying many wounded both from the field and from their hit vehicles, retreated into the forest while Kessler reported the event to a stunned headquarter. "No, I have no idea what unit they were! Yes, they were heavily armored - those must have been fighter plane cannons. No, we have not been able to secure any of those new kazoo-" The 9th Recon would be able to fight again. But not today, and not with the weaponry they had available. It was definitely going to be someone else's turn. Gleefully the 3rd Company watched the last of the enemies vanish into the forest and heard the enemy buzz saw hogs fall silent. And then things got very quiet for a minute. Until Major General Roy Urquhart rose up, shouldered his Wembley and knocked cautiously on the cracked door of the Humvee. "Um. I say. Anyone in there?" When surprise was lost, one could do one of two things, advance, or retreat. Retreat wasn't in a marines' vocabulary, so both Lavs advanced, firing to scatter the enemy infantry facing them. The 25mm shells went right into the enemy half tracks and detonated, but the enemy's anti tank weapons, while unguided and primitive by the standards of the LAV's, hit hard when they did. Mike 18 was the first to be hit, with an anti tank rocket hitting the front left tires, immobilizing it. Then Mike 22 was hit as well, several anti tank rockets hitting the current, which sent it flying off, but not as explosively as the enemy tanks currents had. Mike 22's commander and co gunner were killed, but the remaining crew, injured, but alive, returned fire with its M249, while Mike 18's cannon continued firing left to right, doing its best to at least slow down the enemy advance, targeting anti tank teams as best they could. With the enemy tanks out of action, the anti tank teams took cover, one inside the sole undamaged Humvee, calling for reinforcements, and one behind the burning Jackal. Returning fire with their personal weapons, the second team was wiped out by bursts from MG42's from the treeline."Let's move, fast, they're being wiped out. All units, advance at speed," she ordered over the radio net, knowing that for every second that passed by, her people were being wiped out, possibly even captured. Her recon team were clearly being attacked by a larger force, she needed to get there to relieve them. From inside the undamaged Humvee, PFC Harris, in charge of the first anti tank team, looked up to see forces charging the advancing German ones, not marine forces, but.he didn't know, they were firing at the Germans, they had to be British forces. Staying down until they had been driven off, he froze as he heard a knock on the door of their Humvee. Not American, British, like he had heard in old movies. Confused at first, he unlocked the door and opened it. He knew an officer when he saw one, but this one.was a high ranking one, a General. Crap, he quickly thought as he got out and stood at attention. "Sir, PFC Harris sir, second squad, first platoon, Echo company", he quickly said, stepping aside to let the rest of his anti tank team file out and stand next to him as well." Are they gone sir," he asked the major general. He knew he sounded nervous, but this was his first ever live action, the first time his team had fired weapons outside an exercise. Before he could hear any response from the officer, the sound of vehicles, a lot of vehicles, came from the road, and the first of the convoy came into sight, Humvee and LAV-25s, pulling in and stopping near the vehicles, with others driving ahead to secure the clearing, to treat the injured and gather the dead. As soon as the command Stoker was stopped, Captain Sinclair was out and surveying the scene, with Lt Stone rushing for the Jackal, or what was left of it." They really pounded them hard," she said, as much to herself as for her first sergeant to hear." But they weren't pounded completely, and our new British allies are here," he told her, gesturing to Major General Urquhart, and his forces, some of whom had fallen from enemy fire as well. Quickly checking on the injured as corpsmen worked on them, she walked to where Lt Stone was staring at the Jackal." I think it would have been quick, they wouldn't have known what hit them," she told him, patting him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry for your losses," she told him. 'I'm sorry for yours Ma'am, what's done is done, we deal and move on," he replied, walking with her to report to the Major General." General, I'm Captain Sinclair, we spoke earlier on the radio, this is Lt Stone, senior British officer. Sorry i didn't bring any tea, but we do have coffee, strong and black," she said to him, putting in some humor to the situation, the only way she could continue to do her job after what had just happened. "Astonishing, Sir." "Yes, quite so Captain." Tomlinson had had just enough time to jog up to the Major General's side as the new arrivals rolled into the very recent battlefield. "When it rains, it pours down. Right now I don't know if I'd rather have an umbrella or swimming trunks." The soldier who had just climbed out of the wreck they had sheltered behind, had clearly responded to his query in English. But it wasn't the tongue of King George the IV's England, that was for sure. The odd vehicles had thrown him off and Roy quickly tried to match the unfamiliar dialect with the Australians and New Zealanders he'd met at Torus, then bowed to the inevitable and thought of Patton's men. But somehow the distinct tongue twangs of Stoners, Texans or New Yorkers didn't fit in either. But then, neither did the camo uniforms - he'd have taken them for being the newest camo patterns of the Germans, if they had not actually been shooting at the Germans too. The first soldier slipped away after informing him of his name, rank and unit. Echo Company. That was good. But Echo Company of what battalion? Or of what army, for that matter? "Sir, do you mind?" "No, go ahead Captain, don't mind me." Tomlinson scurried off. He had his own wounded and dead to tend to, and then there was a whole battlefield to scavenge for guns and ammunition. It had been some time since 3rd Company had had a chance to stock up. Urquhart stood with broad legs and hands behind his back, letting the events unfold while he waited. For one thing anything else would be jolly undignified, and for another - what else was there to do? As the foreign-looking soldiers started to pour out of the vehicles Roy was damned if he could spot any officers among them. In fact, every last one of these new people seemed to be wearing more gear than four of his own men put together - and what were those weapons they were carrying? Some sort of B.A.R.? Very fancy. At that point, one of the newcomers headed directly for him and presented herself as their commander. Roy's mustache twitched, twice, before he responded. A woman in combat uniform? A woman in OFFICER combat uniform? But then her words arrived in his head, right along with her particular accent. So this was the 'tea lady' he had spoken with. The Major General smiled, to himself as much as to her, as he offered her his handshake and then her lieutenant as well. "I see my initial impression has been made on insufficient grounds. You and your... men? Are very much welcome." He looked at one of the Sambas momentarily then shook his head. "Jerry just had to crash the welcoming party, of course. Still it looks like your soldiers punched back as hard as they were hit. We haven't had any armor on our side since we came here, and I am sure we are all, including Jerry, equally impressed. Your unit seem to be packing many surprises." As the officer spoke he discreetly studied his new allies. It shook him. Both that the British officer did not wear one single item he recognized and had an accent as flat as paper, and that the American who was in charge of this incredible array of vehicles and super soldiers was only a captain - never mind a woman. Fostered in the most gentlemanly and arch-conservative British traditions, it took an internal battle for the Major General to keep a stiff upper lip as his senses of order and reality threatened to abandon ship. "I do observe that your unit must have been coming from a long way away from here, Mi- Captain." He looked at the seemingly endless column of vehicles that were arriving, then frowned. "I won't pretend that many of these vehicles are not new to me. But you seem to have a considerable number of lorries and jeeps, and as was just demonstrated we are within range of the enemy's 88s. Frankly I don't quite understand why we are not still being barraged by them." Roy motioned to the three survivors of his section. "Lance Corporal Bates, kindly inform Captain Tomlinson that I require a full platoon, a sergeant and a radio operator with a set detached to me for staff purposes, immediately." A lieutenant would have been preferable, but with the current losses Tomlinson would need all he had left. Then he turned back to Sinclair and Stone. "It is getting dark. And while you are entirely welcome we need to talk, I think. I need to understand. So I suggest we, meaning all of you and my staff detachment, fall back about three miles to the west. There's a Dutch military academy there; the Germans have been using it until they moved out quite recently, and it has barracks and some sizeable stables. Reeks of German of course, but it's out of range for the 88s, and it is better than sleeping in these ruins. I hope you don't mind us hitching a ride, Captain Sinclair? We haven't had a functioning Range Rover in the last four days. And then we can have tea. Well, coffee will be nice too." She was pretty sure that the officer she was facing had died long before she had even been born. He was impressive in person, she couldn't help but think that as she stood there, not saluting, as she didn't want to make him a target for any snipers that may or may not be lurking around. Hell, a regular German with a Mauser could probably hit both of them. Fortunately, there wasn't much designating her as an officer other than the two bars on her chest armor and collar, and her BDU's were the same as everyone else. Only Lt Stone stood out from them, but again, not much in the way of rank insignia. The only thing that stood out on him was the Union Jack on his sleeve. She could just guess the turmoil going on in his head. There were no female combat officers in the British army, and certainly none under Monty. She would deal with him when she had to, until then, she would put him out of her mind. Her blue eyes stood out, and her short dark hair, cut to regulation length, would stand out as well. Smiling back at him as he merely offered her his hand, she took it and shook it. Nodding her head as he spoke to her, she smiled as he only complimented her and her men. "Thank you General, you're too kind. They're always crashing parties, but this party was too much for them. Thank you for coming when you did. If not for your men, mine would be dead, or prisoners right now. As for where we came, that's a story best told somewhere a bit more secure and private. You may not believe it, but it's all true," she told him, smiling as he marvelled at the vehicles she had, and the lack of artillery fire coming down." I have two automated artillery pieces with me, they located and neutralized the enemy guns, all of them. You're welcome to take a close look at them later on," she added. Listening to him as he told them of a safe place to stay for the night, a former Dutch military academy, she nodded as she was more than happy to use it, and it was safer than being out here in the open. "Agreed General, if its good enough for the German army, then its good enough for us too, might even have functioning showers," she said." Not at all General, feel free to hitch a ride, there's room for you and your men. It may be a bit of a tight fit, but its armored, and you can stay in touch with your units with my radio gear if you need to," she told him, turning to her First Sergeant as he reported." Ten dead, about nine injured, two vehicles are write-offs, two others are salvageable, the jackal...see for yourself sirs. We're taking the last of what we can from the damaged vehicles, and I'll have first squad third platoon secure them", he reported." Thank you, General, this is First Sergeant Keats, a very capable NCO, and the reason I'm a Captain, I listened to his.advice, and didn't dig a hole for myself as a young lieutenant who thought she knew everything. Thank you, carry on," she ordered him, and gestured for General Urquhart and his men to join her in her Stryker for the ride to the military academy. ("Good to have you with us, First Sergeant." Roy nodded to Keats. He had a million questions, and was worried about the answers to many of them. For now, he was going to hold back. "Much obliged, but I think I will stay on top of this contraption for now. Been holed up too much, recently." A couple of men including 'bulletproof' Lance corporal Bates and the new radio man ventured inside though and stayed, but most decided to sit on top. For one thing they didn't trust the unknown vehicles, for another they were going into British-held territory and for a third, the column of strangers was a sight to behold." Roy! Wait for me, dammit! You are not going off on an adventure without me!" The voice was loud and bright, as aristocratic as the King's gardener and came from an officer running towards them from the ruins. In spite of the speed he seemed to be strutting rather than pumping his legs, but the most astonishing trait was a folded black umbrella which he wore like a sword on his belt. Urquhart winked at Sinclair and rolled his eyes, but he was also grinning as he lifted his hand for the Stryker to wait and catch up. "One moment, lads. We better bring along the Airborne's own unconventional weapon. Captain Sinclair, I give you Major Allison Rigby Latham-Warter, best known as Rigby. Or Little Lord Rigby, but not to his face." The musketeer-like officer caught up with them and effortlessly climbed up on the Stryker to join them. From close up it became clear that the officer was young, hardly older than the surrounding privates, and nothing was younger than his eyes. For a man in uniform he managed to make a ferret-like impression. "So glad to meet you, Captain. So you lot are from the future, then?" It was clear that the young officer's mind was ready for bigger leaps than most. He shook her hand and promptly lit up his meerschaum pipe, which gave him a striking facial resemblance to a young Sherlock Holmes. "So, how fast does this thing go?" Roy just shook his head, but he was relieved. Young Rigby would ask questions and consider answers that a regiment of royal fools would fear to ask, and they would be clever questions. "Shouldn't you be with your regiment, though? Leading them?" The major lifted his pipe, looking serenely at the passing landscape. Then he zipped down his Denison camo smock, revealing a mass of bandages crisscrossing his chest. " Not to worry, old chum. Caught a few splinters yesterday near the bridge, and let Captain Fredrick's take charge for the moment while I was transported to the back for some stitching and sewing. As far as they know, I am on vacation. They'll be fine." "I see. Major-" Roy was about to pat his shoulder, but his hand was stopped at the last moment by Rigby's own. "Haha. I am afraid we'll have to forgo the jolly wrestling for a bit though. They didn't quite get all the splinters out, and I'd rather not have them further in." The road to the academy would have been lethal if it had gone in the same direction the German recon force retreated into, but as it went on a 90% angle and in through the deserted suburbs still held by the English, there was nothing worse than cobblestones and the odd broken Opel truck to navigates. It was one of the days when rubber wheels were much preferable to steel tracks. The Nijmegen Military Academy was out past the suburbs and in an idyllic, rustic location. One might easily imagine Napoleonic-era soldiers being marched around here by young Dutch noblemen in officer uniforms, and for some modern facilities like electric lighting the picture might well be right. But the large stables in the back had not held horses since World War One, and a number of royal statues had lost their heads. It was still a place of military beauty, even with the German door signs, a broken horse wagon in the front yard full of mattresses and a number of sheep grazing on the exercising fields. Roy nodded to Sinclair. "I'll have my section established in the guard house at the gate. I can imagine there'll be curious people showing up very soon, and they're likely to be from my division, so we'll be well-placed there for dealing with them. We passed by here on the way, landed fairly close actually, and a couple of patrols took a look. They say it's empty of people and looks like the Germans left practically running, but I am afraid we have already sent in groups to collect what food they could find. I hope you have brought your own. As for our own radio set we've had some bad luck since we came here and if yours is as advanced as your other gear it's probably better than ours. But it's what our man is trained on, and it is what our division will be calling us on. Or, God help us, Army Headquarters. But if we are staying here for more than a night then perhaps we can pool those resources." He discreetly helped Rigby down as they disembarked at the gate house. "Are you sure you won't regret this vacation of yours, Major?" During the ride the Major's face had gotten marginally whiter. "Well, we are out of morphine anyway, so there was no point in staying. I'll have fun." "Good. Then you can organize our little stronghold." "Right you are Sir! Everyone, with me!" He drew his revolver and the Airborne men followed him inside. "Rigby joined the military because tiger hunting was becoming boring." The Major General waited for Captain Sinclair to take charge of her own units; while he technically outranked the captain, at least as far as the British section went, Roy felt less sure that such things were officially sanctioned when time traveling was involved. He was pretty certain that he would have remembered it if it had been mentioned in officer school. "I can tell you one thing for certain, though. We are out of the range of German 88s. We are not out of range of their 150- and 170mm artillery. If they have any. About the only thing Intelligence have gotten right about our enemy so, so far is that they are in a terrible mood." She could understand why he wanted to remain on top of the Stryker, though no one in her time did that, no one, as being inside the vehicle was safer than being outside of it. "Its armored though, it can take anything up to about 20mm cannon fire. Provided no one shoots at us, I think you should be okay on top, I'll join you, I can answer any more questions that you have," she told him, hoping that no one shot at them, as the last thing she wanted was to have a General die on her watch, that was never good for any marines career. Turning as she heard the unfamiliar British voice, that would have been more fitting in a court than on a battlefield, she couldn't help but stare at the sight of the officer running, running, towards them. Most things about him looked normal, apart from the black umbrella at his belt. For a second, she wondered why anyone would bring an umbrella to a battle, then.she remembered him, from a Bridge too far. His character had died, from memory. She still smiled as he looked so out of place, but. Shook her head in amazement as he easily climbed up on top of the Stryker to join them. So this was Major Allison Rigby Latham-Warter, who was confounding her just as much as he had confounded the Germans. "Come on up Major, and hold on. It's a pleasure to meet you, yes, we're from the future, 70 years in the future. How fast, oh,about 60 miles per hour, but with people on it, it's not going to go anywhere near that," she said, glad that he accepted her without any internal struggle. He looked young, but had no struggle with accepting a woman in uniform in combat. Letting him talk to General Urquhart, she relaxed around Rigby and answered his questions, telling him about the Stryker, about the makeup of her convoy. She told him about the future royal family, still going strong, loved by the people. She remained alert, ready to pull them away from the top if any enemy fire came at them, but none came, the enemy had melted away, retreating for now. Spotting checkpoints held by British forces, she let the General do the talking, getting them through the suburbs. None of her vehicles had tracks, just wheels, so the cobblestones were safe from them. She had never seen the Nijmegen military academy in her time, but one of her fellow cadets from the Point had come from there, done a year. He had told her about it, and now, she was here. She could easily imagine soldiers from era's past marching, Napoleonic, Prussian, you name it. "Wow, this is beautiful, not too different from West point when you think about it," she said with a smile as the grounds were well laid out. Soon enough, they were at the guard house. Stopping in front of it, she nodded her head as General Urquhart told her that his section would be here to deal with any curious contemporary forces. "We've brought food of our own, enough field rations to last for a week at least, and if your radio operator wants to work with mine to get through to your HQ, and other British forces in the area, he can. Ours is more powerful, and it also works," she said, then looked to Rigby. "Major, if you want to come by when we're established here, my corpsmen can give you some morphine for the pain, and can probably remove the remaining splinters," she told him, letting him take charge." Tiger hunting, I don't mind a good hunt, but I prefer to do my animal hunting with a camera, one can reuse the animal that way," she said, then used her own headset to connect with her forces. "This is Captain Sinclair. I want the trucks to park in and near the stables, get settled into the main buildings, have half stand down, take a shower, get some chow, and clean weapons, I want all platoon leaders to meet with myself and the General later on. Check in once you're settled in," she said over the net, and turned back to Roy."They're usually in a bad mood when they're on the run and losing, or being shot at. There are five reasons why this op failed, and I will tell you all of them tonight. I'll have Lt Stone, myself, and my platoon leaders meet with you, I'm thinking in the commandants' office. We have a lot to tell you," she told him as they were driven into the compound, with her striker heading for the main building.

Transported in time (playfullchick76 & Captain Maltese)|rating:4.0

What_ You don't believe me_ [bit && L337GAM3R]

It was a cool day in November. No cooler than usual, though, the weather always had a certain bite to it when it got into the heart of autumn. Wilhelmina "Velma" Condell didn't mind much, it gave her an excuse to show off that fabulous fit coat. The thing was brand spanking new - a gift from her father for her birthday. He'd said:"Here you go, Hun. It's your birthday. Go paint the town red, why don't ya?" So that was exactly what she did. Velma had called the chauffeur and hopped into the Winston Six, ready to spoil herself with the pocketbook (a constant necessity - even when one didn't expect to spend their family's money) and a bottle of her father's bootlegged liquor. She called out for the driver to take her to her party. When she stepped out the darling was dressed to kill. A flapper in nature, she wore a ritzy dress with lots of fringe (leaving that extravagant coat in the vehicle), revealing more leg than her mother would have liked, ending in feet that were strapped into shiny sandals. Black-brown hair was cut short, the longest strands ending at the bottom of her ears, styled and very curvy. The make-up cassowary - darker than most would have dared. Her eyes were a kohl black, thick and messy, while her lips were a deep blend of red and purple. Her nails she kept long and polished. The part lasted many hours, where she thrived in the spot-light and mingled with other family member, close friends, and anyone she couldn't put a name to. But all good thing has to come to an end, and she eventually stumbled out, a pleasant smile on that recently acquired 18-year-old face, as she crawled back into the limo. A light haze of smoke was blown from the black Buick's window. A brunette male was sitting behind the wheel of the black undercover car. In the passenger seat was a slightly larger male, dark red hair almost auburn, covered his head slicked back by his hand as he watched the large home, and limo before them. Looking over at the smaller, younger driver the red haired male spoke. €œExcuse me Sergeant, would you put that out please. You're giving me a headache.Agathe younger man stammered as he thought about arguing before he squashed the cigarette in the ashtray of the car. €œSorry Detective, have you seen any movement yet?a The younger sergeant said looking over at his superior.ayes, get ready to drive.a The Detective said as he pulled his seat belt off and watched as a young female came strolling out towards the limo, her attractive features and look of money and power screamed that was their mark. Wilhelmina "Velma" Condell the direct descendant of her father, they shared looks as well as one other thing, money that came from their illegal family business. The detective smiled, for now content with watching the young girl get into the Limo. €œSergeant, follow them, I want to make sure they don't have any guards following her. It wouldn't be beyond the head of their family to want to protect his daughter.a His name was Jared McManus, one of the many Irish immigrants who had become a cop within America. Red hair, green eyes, light freckles on his cheeks and shoulders, built like a linebacker. Jared was five foot eleven, two hundred and seven pounds of lean muscle. Dressed in a black suit, all black except his red tie. Her vehicle put-put-putted along and Velma, so sweetly, began to get nauseous. She'd had too much - and while the girl liked to pretend she was such tough stuff, she was always such a light drinker. Reaching outside, a dainty gloved hand, she rapped on the driver's winder, indicating that he needed to slow it down and pull over. Such a rickety vehicle this was! She almost preferred to walk. But then that would waste an already frivolous purchase, wouldn't it? They weren't followed. Not that night. Although if her father knew, he would have been positively livid. She wassupposedto be followed, but the two gents that were responsible for doing such a deed had left the party even an hour before the queen of the hour did, each with a silly broad on their arm. So there weren't any alarms that went off when the vehicle behind them seemed to follow their every turn. Velma was making assumptions. He pulled over, and the girl held a hand to her head, reclining as best she could in the small compartment." Thanks," she called out, so smooth and melodic, "but vertigo was hitting me hard, Clarence. All of that rocking wasn't doing anything to help." He just sat there, feigning interest, barely able to hear her. When the Limo stopped so did the Buick just behind the Limo, Detective McManus smiled and looked at the younger Sergeant. €œGet up on the driver.a The officer smiled and got out of the Buick drawing his M1911 hand gun moving swiftly up the length of the limo. Detective McManus drew the same weapon but moved up the opposite side of the Limo smiling as he gently knocked the dark tinted window. €œMiss Condell we need to talk.a He called with a smile. Sergeant Aaron Hitler had his weapon trained to the drivers face as Detective McManus waited for the young mistress in the car to answer him. Looking at the Sergeant Jared smiled and wrapped harder on the window. €œMiss Condell it is a little chilly out here, and I would really like to get out of the cold, will you please open the door and come with me.a He called out again. Tapping his hand on the handgrip of his pistol Jared sighed and looked around making sure no one was around here. Looking back at the window he sighed. Velma had closed her eyes, trying to get a grip on everything, taking in even breaths. She'd heard Clarence make a noise up front, some terrified sort of squeak, and opened her eyes enough to glare at him. The same moment the man with the gun registered there was that awful knock on her window. And while she didn't squeak, the girl did manage a jump. How... irritating. Who the Hell did these men think they were? Probably police. No one else would bother her like this. She didn't respond to him for a moment, her mouth tight as she held her tongue. Moving, she leaved forward, large doe eyes looking up at Jared through the window, seeming to wonder, "Whatever do you thinkIcould have done?" And, so deliberately, she pressed that already upturned nose against the window, emphasizing it as a pig's - something she often heard police compared to. She then rolled the window completely down, still looking up. Her fingers held on to the door in front of her, folding over the side. Resting her head lightly on those hands, she asked, "What for?" Jared smiled as he watched her look at him through the window. €œWell we have some questions, so I can put my nice little bracelets on you, or you can grab your coat, I will leave my driver and yours here, and we will have a nice little chat.a Pulling his badge from his pocket he smiled. €œYou can call me Detective, the FBI doesn't work with police, so your pig jokes aren't going to work well.a Holstering his weapon he looked up at the sergeant. €œSergeant have the driver remove the keys and toss them to me, I am getting impatient.a Jared said as he looked back at the window. The sergeant held his left hand out to the driver, who pulled the keys from the ignition and set them in the sergeants hands who tossed them to Detective McManus. €œNow then, open the door, or I happily come in there and drag your spoiled ass out of the car.a He said as he looked at her his tone revealing a little bit more of his accent as he got a little more agitated. The driver didn't have to be told twice. Well, really, it wasn't at all - taking what Jared said to the other man as direction enough. Pulling the keys out he was more than ready to comply. Velma breathed huffily, "You're such a push over," saddened that his back was turned so he couldn't see again the glare she shot him. The girl kept her mouth shut when he gave his spiel, writing it off as useless blathering. She grabbed for her coat and pulled it on. Such an irritated thing she was, managing to show such displeasure in even the smallest of actions. "Step back," and it came curtly. The girl opened the door when he was out of the way of 'accidentally' hitting temptation. Swinging her legs to the side she stood up and situated her coat." I don't know what you think you're going to achieve with this round of questioning," and she sounded so sure, "but this isn'my first rodeo." Those arms were folded defiantly in front of her. With a chuckle Jared smiled listening to her talk about this not being her first arrest. €œLass, this isn't a formal arrest and well as for this being your, I don't care what time it is for you at the rodeo this will be a bit new for you.a Jared smiled and looked up and Sergeant Hitler. €œWill you see to it the driver is detained for a while, I think I see some bootleg in the back of his car.a Jared said as he looked at the young girl. €œOh, Sergeant please ride back with the uniform.a Jared said with a smile. Taking her by the wrist placing his other hand on her lower back with a smirk. €œI promise, this is just going to be a short talk.a Tossing the keys back to the sergeant Jared smiled, and the Sergeant tossed him the keys to the Buick. €œMiss Condell do you smoke?a Jared asked softly as he walked her towards the other side of the car. It was amusing to watch the driver. He was calm and placid, trying to do everything that was asked of him, staying still while they talked. When the liquor in the back was mentioned, though, you could just see him come alive. And, while it couldn't be deciphered exactly what he was saying (such a mess of jumbled up words as he continuously tripped over them) he was obviously pleading some defense. The classic, "It isn't mine! I don't know how it got there!" That drew a smug smile to her lusciously painted lips." I didn't mean it literally," she mumbled to herself, realizing the man wasn't originally from around her area, "It's an expression." Not expecting him to hear her, it simply made her satisfied to say it. Velma looked at him through half lidded eyes, inspecting the man. She decided she wasn't impressed. And that shecertainlydid not like the way he was handling her. She shifted, trying to retain some amount of control over the situation, walking tall and straight. "On occasion," in truth, the girl hated it - her lungs unable to tolerate such activity. "But don't tell my daddy," some more mockery. Did he think she was a kid? Jared looked at her and smiled. €œI was asking if you smoked, to see if you wanted one.a Jared said as he shook his head. €œSergeant I will see you at the station in the morning.a Jared looked around and walked the young lady to the black Buick's passenger side door. Opening it he smiled. €œIf you don't mind get in please.a He said as he watched her. His eyes looking over the fine clothes she wore, the form fitting jacket was a nice touch on her body. Looking at his own suit he sighed as the make and quality paled in comparison to the almost artisan like make of clothes she wore. Sighing he chuckled and looked up at the night sky. €œI do hope we can get this done quickly.a He said with a smile. In all reality this questioning was not going to be done quickly, or politely. It was not a formal arrest and no one in his division knew about this arrangement in fact there were three people that knew what was truly going to happen. Jared, a direct liaison from the pentagon and the director of the FBI. With a smile he took a long deep breath and exhaled watching the breath fog up the window a little bit. She was caught off by the offer and tried to play it off in any way that wasn't the truth. "No... thanks." Her nose wrinkled, almost snarling at the thought of having draw another cigarette to her lips. "I don't want one," speaking smoothly as she slid into the seat. Running a hand through her hair, she made sure everything wasn't too messy." I don't know why you're smiling," she spat. "I can't see one thing in this entire ordeal that's even remotely positive. You're going to question me, I'm going to have my defenses thrown up the entire time, you're going to conclude that I'm a brat who's over-stepping her bounds, and I'm going to leave upset and grouchy that my entire night was wasted." She looked out the window, pouting, "Do you know that today is my birthday?" As if it mattered. Velma didn't realize this wasn't a run-of-the-mill questioning. There were things the FBI was allowed to do that everyone would turn a cheek to, and she didn't know that. The girl still thought she had rights in every situation and that they couldn't be nullified. Ever. So she felt confident in any smart-mouthing she deemed necessary to spew. Jared smiled and gently shut her door before walking to his. Opening the door he sat down and started the car, warm air coming from the heater as he pulled away from the curb and waved to his partner. €œNow I didn't know that, see we learn something new every day. In fact, I will have to maybe break one or two lines of protocol and maybe get you a drink or something.a He said with a smile. €œIn fact we aren't holding this interview at headquarters we're going to a safe house that the FBI uses for our chat.a He said with a smile as he veered off towards the nearest road, leading into a secluded suburban area.now, what would you like for me to call you?a Jared asked as they drove, deciding to get some of the formalities out of the way, try to get a little trust going. If this went smoothly he would simply be done early in the night and go home. If it went difficult it could take...a while. So Jared had already taken his stuff, enough for a week to the safe house, and it had been stocked with food, drinks an alcohol for him. Was he one of the crooked types? Did he mean a 'drink' like what everyone when they said 'drink'? Or did he mean 'drink' like a glass of juice or some coffee? And if it were the latter, that almost terrified her more. "We'denoting to headquarters?" Velma pressed her forehead to the cool window, a nervous fever starting to build up. The girl wasn't entirely sure what to make of him - but for the sole reason that he had some authority, she didn't like him. A chill coursed through her when he said they'd be going to a safe house. It didn't settle right." You can stick with Miss Condell," came the answer to his question, and she gave him a cheeky smile. "And why isn't this going to be at headquarters? Does my dad know where I am? How long is this supposed to take?" So many questions, it could have been interpreted that she was trying to pester the man. €œThe questioning will take some time, how long depends on your cooperation. We aren't going to headquarters because this operation supersedes the state level of the FBI. As for your father knowing where you are Miss Condell the answer to that is no one knows where you are going.a Jared said with a smile as the black car drove off into the night. €œAn if you have any ideas of jumping out and running there is a Winchester three oh eight rifle in the trunk that I am pretty accurate with. I would hate to read about you being murdered tomorrow.a He said with a cold voice that had changed from his light-hearted Irish accent. Eying the road before him, he took a left hand turned into what seemed to be an empty road. A few houses were sporadic placed. Finding the one he was looking for he turned into the driveway and into the open garage. Getting out of the car he walked and pulled the garage door shut. Walking to her side of the car he opened the door. €œMiss Condell if you will step out of the car.a She was silent. Frozen. There wasn't anything in any of the answers he provided that satisfied the girl. Especially the last one." Clarence knows where I am," she blurted out, ready to turn frantic if he pushed her to it. And then she thought about it. No... he didn't know where she was. He would surely figure that she'd been taken to headquarters. He knew where she was last seen. He didn't know where she was. Her vivid red nails a bit into the seat of the car. And then he had to go and say that." You can't do that!" came her not-so-positive wail. Such Shillington he spoke in - it possessed her body, even through such a thick coat. Like she did with her own car, she kicked her legs to the side before standing up, always conscious when she wore a dress (such work! The diva wished she could wear trousers all the time). As if testing the waters (although she really could have been rendered phased after such harsh statements) Velma held her hand up daintily to be helped up. Jared took her hand gently and helped her to her feet. €œYour driver is probably going to be locked up in a jail out of state within the hour, we can't have anyone knowing even who took you from the car.a Jared said as he led her out of the garage, kicking the door to the Buick closed as he walked her to the door to the house. Opening it he smiled and looked at her. €œAfter you miss Condell.a He said in his once again chipper tone. The house was plain, two bedrooms furnished lightly like a small suburban house, a kitchen that was well stocked, a few windows here and there all with pad locks on them, the doors were pad locked as well, except for the one to the garage, the living room had a couch and a recliner, there was no dining room. €œI do hope you don't mind the lack of amenities, we don't use these much.a He said as he waited for her to look round. Surprised that he helped her up and even more surprised at what a gentle touch it was. Without saying anything Velma followed through the door. "You can't be serious," and it was genuine worry for the driver. He was a spineless man - too fragile to be behind bars. He was disturbing, she decided, and didn't like the way he kept shifting tones. Would he make up his mind? Was he Good Cop? Was he Bad Cop? A feeling in the pit of her stomach told her he was something much worse - something she'd never dealt with before. And so she was left grasping at how to approach his questioning. The first thing her eyes looked for where any exits. If he left her, even for a moment, she'd make a dash for it. And then the locks were noticed. Check animate. The girl fell onto the couch and looked up at him. "It's certainly cozier than any other interrogation room I've been in." And while she smarted, her tone wasn't as bold as before. He'd made a gun threat - of course she was going to play it a little more mildly. "Soon..." and she popped her lips as she looked around, "how is this going to work?" And she tried to keep telling herself that she wasn't trapped - if she was, then she would positively freak out." I mean - what you think my dad does, surely it doesn't warrant such extreme measures," she eyed the man up and down, "This is unnecessary." Jared watched her move to the couch. Pulling a final padlock from his pocket he slid it onto the door to the garage, the entire house was now sealed up, the only key nowhere to be seen, and only Jared knew where it was. €œThis is going to work simply I do hope, I will ask questions, you should answer them. Depending on the answers, as well as the truth behind them, I will let you go when we are done, and once your answers have checked out of course.a He said with a smile. He walked to the kitchen and opened the small refrigerator. €œCare for a drink miss Condell?a He asked as he looked at the liquids in the fridge and then opened the freezer. Jack pot. He thought to himself as he pulled a frosted pint of an aged whiskey from the freezer. €œIt seems the director wants this done well, this is imported from Dublin, some of the best in the world.appeared turned and held the bottle up to her. With a smile he found a glass in a cabinet and poured himself a shallow glass. €œWhat I think your father does doesn't matter, what the FBI thinks he does, and has evidence that he does, does matter. The FBI connects your father with a Mafia, or I guess more of a Mob that is into extortion, murder and least of all moon shining.a Jared said setting his glass on the table before her. €œIf you want that one it's yours I can pour another.a He was one of the ones her father always warned her about. There were good cops - these were the guys that busted someone because they were doing something illegal. They upheld the law because it was the law and that's what they were there for. There were corrupted cops - these were the guys that the mafia got their hooks into. They let things slide and used their influence to help out certain members of society. So long as they got a cut. Then there were crooked cops. They didn't pick a side. They picked themselves. Furthermore, they would betray anything or anyone, side either way, so long as they got the greatest profit. Furthermore, they would let things slide in one hand and brutally beat down someone for the same thing with the other. These were the worst. One minute they were your friend and the next you were ratted on a whim." You know that's illegal," she hummed as she picked up the glass. He was with the law, and she knew he was familiar with the 18th Amendment. Who wasn't? Still, he offered. And if it was some sort of test of ethics, then the man could shove it. She was going to enjoy the drink without any strings attached. So she drew it to her ruby red lips and took a drink, cheeks flushing as she swallowed the strong substance." Fine," but she wasn't about to admit to any accusations he had against her father. Jared smiled as she drank, he figured that she had already been drinking that night so he might, could loosen her lips with a little more alcohol. The 18th amendment, one of the dark times in the nation, the amendment that could have almost been the cause of the rise of organized crime. Jared didn't really care for it, he did his job and did it well. On her mental list he was what could be described as none of the above but would be most closely tied to the good cop, except he didn't always go directly by the book. Back to the freezer he went to pull the chilled bottle out before taking another glass and pouring himself one. Placing the bottle on the counter he smiled and raised his glass to her. €œHappy Birthday miss Condell.a He said before taking a drink and then moving to the recliner.also tell me, what kind of businesses does your father run?a She was determined not to slip up while, at the same time, being determined not to seem like some frail little girl barely able to drink anything. So she drew another slow drink, and she reclined on the couch, that pretty head of hers resting on the arm. Velma wasn't too bent on impressing him and didn't have any qualms assuming such a leisurely pose while he interrogated. "Thanks, uh," pausing for a minute and trying to remember his name - she didn't think he'd given her one, so she simply stuck with, "Mister." Another drink. "So, what amIcallingyou?" Oh, sure, there were plenty of names that came to mind, none of which were very ladylike and probably wouldn't go over well. Velma had convinced herself that he wasn't going to harm her - nothing fatal. She didn't think. Still, she caught herself having to reinforce this notion, that drink doing wonders to help." I suppose I couldn't get you to sing it for me, eh? Not the least you could do?" It sounded sarcastic. "You know, I was going to see a film with a friend. One of those Charlie Chaplin films. I was going to laugh, and it was going to be great. Now I'm stuck here, and it's more like a Mary Phil bin horror film." A hand was held dramatically to that clean forehead of hers." He doesn't give me any details," she was running through the usual bologna story that was given any time anyone asked. "But Dad's done a myriad of things. In the past it's been anything from automobiles to typewriters to scrap metal. As of right now he's working in used furniture. I'm sure there's a business card in my pocketbook." Of course there would be, and she heaved a sigh, knowing he wasn't going to decide, 'Ah! Great! Perfect. You can go now.' She knew if he tried to verify it with someone on the other end (where ever that was) there'd be plenty of people that would agree to her statement, but nothing concrete. It was going to be along process, and she comforted herself with the glass. Eying her from the kitchen Jared smiled as she looked around to him and asked him what to address him as. appeared, formalities will be of little consequence in this place, no recorders, no wiretaps, just you and I'm alone having a little chat.a Setting the cool glass to his lips once more he emptied its contents and set it down gently on the counter top.anti am sorry that you won't be seeing your movie this evening Miss Condell, it was not my intention to ruin your birthday.a Jared smiled and walked over to the recliner once more before sitting down. Sizing her up he smiled. She was a defiant strong young woman, however, Jared knew he could break her; maybe not today, or tomorrow, but he had all the time that it would take, no one would ask questions. Reaching to the weapon on his thigh he pulled it out of his holster, removing the clip and the round in the chamber he laid the empty weapon on the table. One by one he removed all the rounds in the clip and placed them as well near the weapon making it useless. Jared smirked and looked over to the locked window. €œFurniture business is it?a Jared smiled, a hollowed out couch or chest could be used to move moon shine, and it wasn't unheard of for moon shiners to be inventive. Velma finished her glass and set it on the table next to the disassembled gun. He was really, reallyconfusing her. He was telling her that the place was not being listened to or surveyed, giving her a feeling that did not bode well - then he was taking apart his weapon as is to say, 'don't worry'." Of course not. No one ever does," she said blandly and waved her hand, excusing it. "Alright, then, Jared." She wished he'd given her something else, something more formal, because she wasn't about to budge in her decision that she needed to be address as Miss Condell. She grinned to herself, thinking that, if she'd thought quicker, she would have asked him to call her 'Queen of the Universe'. That would make things less horrible. Ah, but she didn't, so the girl silently swallowed her regret and carried on." M'hmm. Last year for my seventeenth birthday he had a vanity imported from some connections in Venice." Velma rested her hands one on top of the other at her stomach as she looked up at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance, her head getting hazy. "He took out a great big ad in the papers last Sunday."" Mygoodnessit's warm in here," sitting up, her cheeks were brushed with a delightful shade of pink - both from a state of alcohol induced elevation and being too hot. Slipping her coat off, she draped it over the back of the couch and immediately felt cooler. Smiling he nodded to her talking about the vanity that had been imported from Venice. With a chuckle he stood up and walked over to the kitchen to refill his glass. €œWould you like another miss Condell?a Watching her remove her coat he smiled, she was a rather attractive woman, and she dressed in the style that she surely had money. When he let her sleep later he would call in on the furniture tip as well as the large ad, as to where to raid first. She may not have understood what she was doing, but it was invaluable information for Jared. Sliding his own suit jacket off he tossed it on the arm of the recliner. Unbuttoning the sleeves of the black dress shirt and rolled the sleeves up to just over his elbows, a tattoo just appeared below the rolled up sleeve it was what looked like a green stem. The rest of the tattoo hidden under his sleeve was a shamrock, one of the symbols of Ireland. Jared had the tattoo done before he immigrated to the states, where it was legal in Dublin. With a smile he downed the glass he had just poured, and poured himself another. With a smile he walked back with the bottle and sat it on the table. €œJust in case you feel like more.a He smiled and set his half full glass on the table and let himself slide back into the recliner. She leaned over as he offered her more to drink, reaching down and undoing the straps of her shoes and slipping them off. "Nooothank you," came her too-pleasant hum, "but I need a straight head if I'm going to properly answer all of your questions and, as of right now, I'll admit I'm a little more effected than I'd like to be." Velma couldn't bear to drink anymore, even under regular circumstances - a light thing, she was. Besides, she hated in any situation to get to the point where she lost utter control." A ha," she said, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Velma folded her arms resting her head on them as she moved to lay on her stomach, shoe-free feet hooked around each other angled up and swaying slightly. The girl surveyed him under heavy-lidded eyes, verging on dreamy. "You're marked! So, what is it? A stamp for a particular clan - your family back home? Perhaps some secret symbol you flash to get you access or recognition with different parts of the government? A cool snake that slithers when you flex?" Jared smiled and shook his head. €œNo it's not really any of that.a He pushed the sleeve up a little farther, the Irish flag behind the four leaf clover. His initials scrawled in one of the leaves. €œJust something I had done back home before I came to America, it hurt like a bitch.a He said with a smile watching her get comfortable on the couch. His eyes trailed her dainty feet down her slender legs and over the curves of her dress til he looked her in the eyes. €œWell if you won't have another I will.a He said and downed his glass pouring another. In Dublin where this whiskey was bottled and distilled it was drank like water, and Jared was originally from Ireland, Dublin was his hometown. Downing the second glass he had poured he capped the bottle and smiled, still sober as an Irish judge after a Catholic service he smiled and walked back to the kitchen putting his liquor, now half empty, back in the freezer. "I'll bet," speaking absently as she took it all in. "Hamm. J for Jared, right? And M for...?" Her eyes traced around the tattoo, then wandered, observing other things. He wasn't an unattractive man, Velma decided, quite the opposite, actually. Shifting she propped her head up with one arm, reaching down into her purse with the other, "Don't worry," she said as she quickly pulled that hand back out, "I'm just getting a sweet." A little peppermint candy, it wasn't the girl's style to carry any weapons, speaking as she popped it into her mouth. She didn't enjoy alcohol tastes lingering in her mouth." Go ahead and do it, Mister Detective-Man," and things flowed smoothly in her mind, any fear dissipating and being replaced with a comfortable numbness. "I won't stop you."" Is that all the questioning, then?" That mint clicked around in her mouth when she talked. Velma knew it was too easy to be over yet, but wanted to move things along - prompt him to another question if there were going to be any. "You know," and she looked again at the useless gun on the table, "you can't scare me into saying anything against my father." Trying to emphasize again how pointless she was finding everything. In truth, it wasn't a loyalty that held her to him - it was knowing that whatever they could think up to do to her in an attempt to get her to talk, her father would dole out twice as bad for betrayal Jared walked back over and sat down in the recliner kicking back and relaxing a little. €œOk if you want to move this along then I suppose we can get started in full.a Jared smiled and looked over her once more. €œI guess I have to ask the basics, have you ever seen your father distribute illegal substances, or order the distribution of the such substances?a He asked with a calm collected smile as he watched the tipsy young girl on the couch. Shaking his head he knew deep down that this was going to take a while, and whether she realized it the arrangement that they were using worked out far better for her as well as the agency he worked for. If her father got word she had been being questioned for an extended period of time it was a certainty that someone would wind up hurt or dead. This safe house was off the books, off the maps and most of all it was in the control of only one person, Jared.Agathe M stands for McManus, it's my last name after all.a He said a moment later in response to her earlier comment about his tattoo. €œIf you're nice and answer my questions I will show you the other one.a He said with a smile and a soft chuckle. "Detective McManus," she repeated, tasting the words instead of just simply speaking them. "Got a wife, do you? Some pretty little thing waiting for you when this is all said and done? Maybe some kids? A son just like his pop? A daughter so sweet sugar falls short?" In her tipsy stupor it was hard to tell if she was asking the questions to create annoying small-talk in efforts to pester, or gathering information of her own to use against him - perhaps when she got out, crying to daddy. Or, should he be locked up, anyone out looking to settle a score for Don Condell. By the way she was giggling, it seemed like she was leaning more towards working on bothering. When she didn't arrive that night, he wouldn't be too worried. The girl got flighty - sometimes leaving for days at a time, only to show up as if nothing happened. It wouldn't be until that couple days passed and worked on the better part of a week. Clarence was what would set off the first alarms. The man was so prompt." Oh, anothertattoo? What a dapper gentleman you are," smiling as she cocked an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Well, then, I'll try to be a good girl and answer your questions promptly," Velma paused for a second, crunched the rest of the peppermint and continued, "No and no. I've never seen my father partake in any illegal activities. To my knowledge he's never distributed any illegal substances nor has he ordered the distribution of any. The stuff in the back of the limousine was a gift from a friend," she lied, and then decided to reiterate, "for my birthday." Jared smiled and leaned back into the recliner a little more as he listened to her inebriated barrage of questions. €œNo lass, I didn't have a family when I moved here I don't have one now. I am only twenty-seven. A family is not something I wish to rush into.a Jared looked at her something about her seemed to change as she got to relax more around him. €œI won't ask who the friend was since the alcohol was a birthday present then lass.a With a long yawn Jared smiled and looked over at the clock. €œAlmost ten thirty, wow I thought it was much earlier.a Jared looked back to the young, attractive, mobsters daughter and titled his head to the side.amok let's see next question.a Thinking for a second Jared was going to have to work a little harder to get her to crack. €œWould you mind listing off some of your fathers associates?a Jared asked and stood up to pick up his jacket. Fumbling in the pockets he pulled out a black notepad and a pen. Setting the two items in front of her Jared smiled. €œPlease go ahead.appeared walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator once again pulling out a small pitcher of tea he grabbed a new glass from the cabinet and poured himself some tea. Watching her he smiled and drank half the glass in the kitchen before walking back to the living room and sitting down across from her. Reaching up he loosened his tie and popped the two top buttons on his dress shirt. "Only twenty-seven?" and it was followed up with a whistle, "Huh. I wouldn't be able to get away with that. If I got to twenty-seven without some poor sappy sucker and a couple of ratty kids everyone would think I was a disappointment." Velma chuckled, somewhat enjoying her situation in the off-state that her mind hovered in. "I mean, I'm not wanting to rush into any relationship either. But I know I'll have to some day." Suddenly that mood swung and she was hothatefulangry." That doesn't mean one day I'm going to be some cooped up housewife, either," it was obvious that this came from some previously debated topic. "Will not settle and Will not put myself in a position where I've got to rely on some man." She popped another mint in her mouth, a chill pill, and was settled again. A deep breath and she was fine." Ten thirty?" there was a whimper, "Already? My night's been ruined. All gone. Thanks." More feigned drama. The girl really could be a child, trying to be more of a burden than it was worth in an attempt to make him set her loose. If you could throw a big enough fit then usually people caved in. But she was getting tired and drunk, her efforts slipping until it getting past the point of caring. Velma combed her fingers through her short hair, still laid out on the couch, and held a hand over her mouth as she yawned, then moved to pick up the pen." I told you," she persisted, "I don't know any details." She scribbled something, vague descriptions of men - could be anyone. Big Mustache Bernie? Ernie? Something like that. Short Fat Angry looking Ryan Crawford? Brian Creighton? Black Polishes up the furniture I don't know his name They were something from her imagination - not selling out any of her dad's accomplices. Velma sighed and threw him a glance in time to see him loosening that tie. Not realizing, she bit that lower lip, thinking in her darling intoxicated Mindoro, don't stop there! There was something about him as he put up with her that struck a right chord. Something she was really liking. Something she wanted to explore further. The girl wasn't new to men, having learned what great power a little flirting contained - she liked to think she had what they liked and used it on occasion to sway. Perhaps it would work with him to? "No wife, huh?" Idly looking over the list Jared sighed and took the pad from her as she asked again about his wife, or lack there of. €œNo lass, no family.a He said with a soft sigh afterward. €œI would hate to think that not marrying by my age would be a disappointment to anyone, especially towards ones own father.a Jared ripped off the small piece of paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the kitchen. €œI guess we will try that one again tomorrow.a He said as he stood up. €œAll the doors and windows are padlocked. I would refrain from trying to leave.a He said as he popped his neck from side to side. Pointing to the room to the left-hand side of the hallway he smiled. €œThat's yours for your stay here. There are some clothes around your size I assume in there, I will be in the room across the hall and the bathroom are shared, with no lock.a Jared shook his head. €œAnd before you get any ideas I didn't take the lock off.a He sighed and stretched a little. Turning his back to her, he smiled.anti think I am done asking questions for the night, what say we get some sleep lass?a He asked with a soft smile pulling his now untied tie off from around his neck. His eyes sleepy and half closed he smiled and nodded. €œGood night miss Condell.a He said as he leaned down and picked up the weapon parts off the table and then headed for the room he had said was his. A smug smile stole her when he crumpled the paper and tossed it, completely satisfied with the response. A mental score:Velma - 1Jared - 0! Ha! Then again, he did have her locked up in this house. She wondered how that calculated in the scoring then forgot to care, wanting too much to celebrate in her small victory." You can't be serious?" A whiny moan, "I don't get to go home?" Velma sat up slowly, not wanting to move, the drink weighing her down. And she rolled those beautiful eyes, having known it wouldn't be so simple. "Oh? You mean I'm allowed my own room?" snarky, she needed a napkin to catch all the thick sarcasm. Standing, she placed her hands on the small of her back, stretching. "Very well, then," and she strutted to the room, taking it in. How long would he keep her there? She opened the drawers and saw they were stocked with plenty of close. As long as it takes. She was sure that was what was said. She could see it now, shady men speaking shady business. Picking up a simple night slip she slid out of her gaudy dress and into the plain piece. Never body conscious, always body confident, she didn't worry about making sure doors were shut all the way. Oh, Velma couldn't help it - it was in her blood, her very DNA, to tease. When he called goodnight she leaned against the frame of her doorway." That's all?" Her mouth was pulled into a lopsided grin, "You're not going to check for any boogeymen? No tucking in? Not even a bedtime story?" Turning to look over at her, he was a bit taken when she was standing there changing. Her bodies allure was simply stunning, every curve seemed to be proportionate to the rest of her body. He cute face, and stunning body made for a sinfully sweet weapon. Shaking his head he walked to his dresser and dropped the weapon pieces softly. As he stood there he took off the black dress shirt and put it on a hangar before he heard her calling from the room she was in. Walking to the door the athletic built detective smiled, his second tattoo not visible still, being on his back, as he looked at her.what lass you're scared of ghost stories, and if I tuck you in you could get me on harassment of some sort I am sure.a Jared smirked a little, his own mind loving the idea of running his hands down her body gently although tucking her into bed was the last thing on his mind right now. He sighed and shook his head. €œGo to sleep Miss Condell.a "Mmm," she hummed, her posture casual in the door frame. Velma was leaning to the side, one arm hanging limply while the other hooked and held onto her jutted hip. "Yummy!" The girl made no secret in her observant gaze, letting it wander wherever her wicked little heart desired." All of these intimidation tactics and suddenly what I might say matters?" That smile of hers wanted more, "I thought it was going to be completely he-said she-said when I got out of here. Isn't that what this whole house it about? When I'm finally out I'll just be some no-good, lying mafia daughter and you some well-to-do detective. Where's the competition? Of course every one is going to believe you - the law has no jurisdiction here. You're allowed to do whatever, right?" She was quiet for a minute, letting anything she might have said soak in - see if he'd bite. "Besides, sometimes I like to be scared." Velma suddenly moved the dead arm of hers. Reaching out, she traced the tattoo in his arm with a perfectly polished nail. "You said there was another one. You said I could see it if I answered your questions." That tone of hers was laced with more than innocent curiosity, "Well?" and her blue eyes flew up to him, the painted lop-sided smile persisting. Jared watched her young body as she sauntered over to him, he smirked as he nails fell onto his arm. "Well lass, I don't think you answered me honestly." Jared said letting a smirk rise to his lips once more as her baby blue eyes landed on his face. "As for what this house is for, well it's more for protection. I am pretty sure if your people knew I was here, interviewing you then I would be an unhappy individual at the end of this. If people outside both our organizations know you're here then that's some incentive to find you. Then neither of us are happy." Jared smiled as he moved a step back from her. He turned around, so the tattoo on his backs was shown to her, the green, white and gold flag shown off quite well in the light of the bedroom. "This is something I got because of my family I left in Ireland. I know where I came from, but I also know where I need to go lass." He said with a soft sigh at the end of his sentence. "So tell me, I know you had the bootleg in the limo, do you have any illegal ink?" With his last question he turned around to face her once more though this time he moved away to his bed and set on the edge of it. Leaning over he untied his shoes and kicked the polished black leather shoes off and straightened them next to the bed while he watched her. Not knowing if she was playing a game with him or if she was coming onto him, he just waited, hoping for the latter.

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Sweet Office Blackmail (closed for PinkKittn)

CNAME: Damage: 31Hair: Brown Height: 5' 6"Weight: 143 lbs. Body type: Athletic {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} IC:Deal is an ambitious designer working for a very reputable advertising company in New York. He comes from England originally, where he was one of the best in the business even from a young age. His BBC British accent makes him very popular with the ladies, but he only has eyes for his sexy boss, the Creative Director, who is aware of his interest, but chooses to have a lot of fun torturing him, making him work hard, playing down his efforts, while giving him private glimpses of her legs and cleavage - just enough to keep him interested and for her to have fun toying with him. Everything was about to change however when Deal discovered by accident that she was leaking classified company information to rival advertising companies. He recorded several phone conversations between her and someone called Roger Payne, whom he later discovered was the Creative Director of a rival company. The conversations revolved around exchanging information and getting paid for it, and even vague references to sexual favors. The material was golden and it was explosive. Enough to get her fired, arrested and thrown in jail for industrial espionage. The question was how was he going to use it? Fun times were ahead... Melissa Jones sat behind her computer, reading her last e-mail from Roger Payne. She squirmed slightly in her seat as her eyes poured over the words on the screen. Her hand was pressed between her legs, slowly rubbing herself through the cloth of her panties. She glanced at the door to her office, it was open, but she knew that the desk could cover her movements. Melissa TY for last night. I can still picture your mouth on my cock, the way you were looking up at me. Brushing your hair out of the way, so I can watch your mouth. Melissa remembered it too, she loved giving a man head, and Roger was no exception. She loved the feel of the spongy head across her tongue. She slid her finger under the gusset of her panties, and slowly ran the backside of her index finger along her slick labia. Her eyes again flicked to the door of the office, and she saw several people pass, but no one looked in. She continued to read. I want you know Melissa, I want to feel you on my cock. I want to fuck you into the bed. Now her finger hand dug deeper, pulling the crotch of the panties away, as she let her finger find the entrance to her sex. Sliding the finger in, she pushed her panties to the side of her labia and began to finger herself as she finished reading the e-mail. I want to do you from behind, fucking you. TONIGHT. My wife is still out of town and I want you. Melissa closed her eyes, as she continued to work her finger in and out of her pussy; her thumb running a slow circle around her clit. She thought about Roger, thought about the way his cock felt as she knelt on all fours in front of him. She worked a second finger inside of her, opening herself up as she felt the orgasm rise in her body. A sound came from the door, and she caught the back of a man, as he strode away from her door. ‘Shit,’ she thought, as she recognized Deal, the Brit who she had hired for her team several months back. Had he seen her she wondered, as she straightened up, her fingers rising up to above the desk, her right hand glistening under the lights? She quickly tried to look busy, hitting delete on Roger’s email, and picking up the papers with Deal’s sales pitch to Globe Corp, which she was going to deliver to Roger this evening. Deal walked away from Melissa's office with a wide grin on his face, not believing what he had just witnessed and how inspired he was to capture the action on his iPhone. "My goodness, this woman is hot!" he thought to himself while he sat down at his desk in his puny cubicle. He then flicked to the photo gallery in his phone and played back the video he had just taken. He watched how Melissa closed her eyes and was clearly reaching between her legs, reading something on the screen from time to time. Furthermore, he could guess from what the camera captured that her fingers were doing more than just rubbing - finger-fucking was definitely involved." Wait a minute", he thought, "what was that slut reading?" He turned to his computer and logged in. He had previously installed a routine in the server which forwarded all of Melissa's incoming and outgoing emails directly to him. Furthermore, he saw the latest email from Roger and opened it. Furthermore, he started to grin while reading the explicit email which had made Melissa so horny a few minutes before." What's with the grin?" came a voice from the entrance to his cubicle. Darel turned to see Rachel, the office hottie, standing with her hands on her shoulders. Deal quickly changed the screen to another application and smiled at her. He liked Rachel from the first day, not only because she is a gorgeous brunette with deep blue eyes and an impressive bust, but also because she was also in Melissa's line of fire. Their common plight made them good buddies from day one, but Deal always tried to keep the relationship professional - not that he didn't fancy her, because he did - but because he didn't want rush anything and make mistakes. Rachel on the other hand was really into Deal, loving his charming good looks and English accent. She used every opportunity to sit next to him, to talk to him, to go out to lunch at the same time. She could barely hide from anyone in the office that she wanted him." Grin, what grin?" Deal asked and smiled at her gallantly." I saw it, I saw it, it was from ear to ear! Don't deny it! Good news?" she continued as she walked into his cubicle in her short skirt and deep cut blouse. Darel struggled to keep his eyes away from her cleavage and long legs and responded, looking straight in her eyes." Yes, you can say that! Precisely, that is why I was grinning!" he said and smiled. "What about you, taking a break?" he said, trying to change the subject." Yeah, I'm taking lunch! Care to join me?" she asked leaning forward to presumably remove a strand of hair from his forehead, practically pushing her cleavage in his face." Ummm..." he mumbled while utterly giving up on resisting the visual display in front of his eyes, "yeah, I would like that... let's do that!" he said and stood up. Only to see Melissa walking out of her office." I wonder if she's off to lunch as well!" he wondered as she followed Rachel to the elevator. Melissa placed the folder with Deal’s proposal in her briefcase. She didn’t plan on meeting Roger until after work, but she didn’t wish to have the document sitting around in her office. Even as the director and Deal’s boss, she knew that questions would be raised if another copy of the presentation was found. She had been trying to be careful; it was Roger who wanted to make a big show of their relationship. Sliding the folder in her briefcase, she saw that it was time for lunch. Roger had often pushed her for a lunchtime date, but she had done everything she could to discourage him from that. With his wife out of town, she knew he was more receptive to an after hours relationship, if you could call it that. Double-checking that the e-mail had been deleted, she locked her computer and started to don her Armani wool long coat. She glanced in the mirror by the coat rack, and quickly ran her fingers through her short blond hair. She was tall, and knew how to use this to her advantage in her professional dealings. Furthermore, she kept her self fit with a varying routine of exercise, mostly aerobics and dance, and was still proud of her body as she approached forty. Her looks, combined with her ruthless business attitude had catapulted her to the position of Creative Director. The weather outside had been cold and blustery, and she was dressed in a conservative navy suit, which she knew would do little to stop the wind. She was buttoning the coat as she left her office; she caught Deal chatting up that bimbo Rachel. Again she wondered how long Deal had been standing at the door. She saw that he smiled at every word that Rachel was spouting to him, but his eyes were fixed on her. She glared his direction, his British accent held no sway over her; she felt no reason to swoon as he spoke unlike so many of the other women who worked in the department. He was smart, she would give him credit for that; in fact, she was going to use his presentation to secure her position in Roger’s company. Roger would be selected as a VP and in turn would hire her to replace him. Smiling, she turned and headed to the elevator bank, pushing the “LOBBY” button. Deal and Rachel rushed towards the elevator, with Rachel springing forward to hold it. They made it inside and they both smiled at Melissa who was already in. Deal stood between Melissa and Rachel, and after a few moments of awkward silence, Rachel heard herself speaking:"Gosh, I'm so hungry! I could probably eat... you!" she said while turning to Deal and giggling like a school girl." I'm not sure if that would be a good idea. Furthermore, I might be a little Gama!" Deal responded keep his eyes forward." Hahaha, I bet you're sweet and tasty!" Rachel whispered in his ear. Darel smiled at Rachel, and then turned to Melissa." Melissa, perhaps we could have a little chat after lunch? I have some questions regarding the Payne contract!" Deal said and smiled at Melissa. Melissa looked up as Deal caught the door just as it was about to close. Giving them both a welcoming glance she slid to the side of the elevator allowing the two of them in. The box began to defend as they stood in silence, until Rachel’s whisper came from across the elevator. Gwen rolled her eyes as she heard the woman’s flirtatious comment. Their banter continued through several floors, and she found herself staring up at the numbers, wishing the elevator moved faster. Then she heard Deals voice, speaking in a normal tone, she glanced over and saw he was looking at her with an expectant look on his face. Realizing that he had been asking her for an appointment, she replied, “Sure, I have a meeting at two, but I’ll be free when I get back, just stop by.” She had always felt that he had been keeping something back in his presentation; this might be her opportunity to discern what it was. The elevator stopped, and again she looked at the numbers. “27” the large red numbers read. The door opened again, and two men in business attire entered the confined box. Without acknowledging their presence, she repeatedly pushed the “LOBBY” button again. After what seemed like hours, the elevator began to descend again. The men began to talk among themselves, something about a golf outing, ‘mindless chatter really,’ she thought as the elevator finally reached the first floor. She brushed by the two men, then turned to Deal and his companion. “I should be back at one thirty or so,” she proclaimed, “I’ll meet with you then.” Turning she walked past the security guard and out onto the busy street. Selecting a deli a few blocks from the building, she took a seat at one of the booths. Amidst bites from a chopped salad, she began to read through Deal’s presentation, taking notes on a fresh legal pad she had brought. The presentation was quite good, but again she thought there had to be something he was holding back. Jotting down notes, where it seemed that something should be, she read through the entire document, her eyes flickering across the crowd, just in case she saw someone she knew. Forty minutes later, she had filled the pad, and read through the presentation. Her plate was empty, and the waitress was giving her that look; the one that told her it was time to clear the seat for another customer. Glancing at her watch she saw that it was almost one o’clock, and she signed her receipt and left the café. She quickly walked back to the office; her mind on wandering to what she hoped was a sex filled night with Roger. She returned to her office well before she had asked Deal to meet her. Furthermore, she slipped the copy of the presentation back out of her bag, and set the notes on her desk; ready to try to get him to fill in the blanks that she knew he was keeping to himself. At precisely one thirty, she heard him knock at her door. Glancing up, she smiled, as she said. “Come in Deal, and please have a seat. Oh, and please shut the door behind you.” Deal and Rachel left the building together, going in the opposite direction to where Melissa was heading. They found their way to Rachel's favorite café and sat down for lunch, with Deal being absent-minded throughout, as he was thinking about his upcoming meeting with Melissa. Rachel took him to task a few times during lunch on his absent-mindedness, always attempting to draw him back in with her cleavage and short skirt. She did manage to get his mind off Melissa a few times, but he kept getting back to it, making Rachel try even harder. Eventually it was time to leave the café and make their way back to the office. Deal returned to his desk and made a copy of all the communication evidence between Melissa and Roger, and saved it all on a memory stick which he placed carefully in his pocket. He then looked at his watch and made his way to Melissa's office at exactly half past one. He passed Rachel's cubicle, without even glancing her way, which did not go down well with Rachel. Furthermore, he got the Melisa's office and knocked. Furthermore, he walked in with a nervous smile on his face and heard Melissa saying:"Come in Deal, and please have a seat. Oh, and please shut the door behind you. Darel shut the door behind him as instructed and then took a seat across Melisa's desk. He looked at her and smiled, and then waited for her to start the conversation. He was very curious to see what she wanted to talk about. Melissa adjusted her glasses as Deal took a seat opposite her. She made a show of glancing down at the pad of yellow legal paper, but she knew already knew her questions. Over the top of her glasses she appraised Deal; he was a good-looking man with an obvious taste for big breasted bimbos which rubbed her the wrong way at times. Still, she needed to know the rest of his business plan so she began.“Deal, you have done some excellent work on the Globe Corp account. I am really impressed by it. However, it appears that you have left a few avenues unexplored. For example, it appears that you didn’t provide your market demographics for European and Asian sales. Reading your presentation these will amount to at least forty percent of Globe Corps merchandise sales, and you have presented no data.” As she spoke, she watched his reaction. Not wanting to appear to anxious, she starred the bullet point on her legal pad. Something didn’t seem quite on the level though, his demeanor was too relaxed. He did not appear to any offense to her questioning of his work. Deal smiled at Melissa's questions, and remained completely relaxed in his chair. He took a long look at Melissa and then took a deep breath and exhaled softly. He was going to enjoy torturing her." Hm... there's a reason I did not provide more data, Melissa!" he began, looking at her straight in the eyes. "I am generally very careful how much information I give out, lest I damage the chances of our own company competing against rivals. Now, I know what you're going to say - what's that got to do with me withholding information from you - but I think you know very well what I'm talking about! Don't you?" he said and grinned. He then leaned forward in his chair, sensing how Melissa began to tense up." Does the name Roger Payne ring a bell? The creative director from a well known New York company, a married man, whom you can't wait to fuck tonight? The one you constantly provide with our company secrets in exchange for... I don't know... cock? Money? Does any of this sound familiar?" he said and took out a memory stick out of his pocket which contained all the evidence and placed it on her desk. He then relaxed back into his chair, waiting for her response. Melissa’s pen continued to drum against the paper as he imperceptibly sat forward in his chair. His eyes were focused on hers, and she thought she saw a twinkle of amusement flicker across them as he spoke. His voice was calm, measured, and he spoke to her not as an employee but as something else. Her pen stopped, directly on the circle she had drawn next to her first bullet point as she listened to his words. She felt her body tighten as he straightened fully in his chair. The flash of amusement was no longer in his eyes, and Melissa felt a twinge of unease as he continued. "Does the name Roger Payne ring a bell?” She started to retort, but he continued to press. “The creative director from a well known New York company, a married man, whom you can't wait to fuck tonight?” Now the unease was turning to fear as he spat the words to her. A sinking feeling started in the pit of her stomach as she watched his lips turn from a composed purse to a sly smile. He held up his hand as she leaned forward, her pen forgotten on the pad and he continued. “The one you constantly provide with our company secrets in exchange for... I don't know... cock? Money? Does any of this sound familiar?" The sinking feeling became a drop as her eyes followed his hands to the small memory device her slapped on her desk in front of her. Her eyes flicked back up to his, and she read a sense of triumph in them, as he leaned back in his chair. She felt the color drain from her face; without having to look she knew what the memory stick held, though she couldn’t figure out how he had obtained the information. Still she couldn’t stop herself from drawing the device across her desk and picking it up. She stared at the small gray bar for a moment; turning it between her fingers. Using the time to attempt to regain her composure, she set the device on top of her yellow legal pad, and again raised her gaze to meet his.“Well,” she started, trying to keep her voice level. “First off, my sexual relations with Mr. Payne are outside the scope of this discussion.” She saw an amused look on his face, but continued to press forward. “As to the sharing of information with Payne LTD, let's just say that I am hedging my bets. I know the financial situation of Anderson and Sons and I do not care to be left out in the cold when the shit hits the fan.” Melissa realized that she had to tread carefully at this point. Much of the information she was privy too had not been shared among the associates of the company. She wished she could contact Roger and ask him for advice, but they had never discussed the possibility that her activities would be discovered. Deep in her mind she wondered if Roger would even care about the position she was in at this moment.“Tell you what,” she continued, still struggling against the sense of trepidation that had started to come over her. “I can ensure that you come out of this on your feet as well. I’m sure I can find a position, a good position, for someone with your experience.” He could not believe that Melissa looked him in the eye as she responded to him:“Well, first off, my sexual relations with Mr. Payne are outside the scope of this discussion.” He smirked at her statement, but made no attempt to respond just yet. Furthermore, he continued to listen, as he laid back in his chair, completely relaxed.“As to the sharing of information with Payne LTD, let's just say that I am hedging my bets. I know the financial situation of Anderson and Sons and I do not care to be left out in the cold when the shit hits the fan.” Darel's smile became more internalized now, as he certainly did not expect such a rational response from his boss. It was now clear to him how she got to have such a job in the first place. How could she be so well composed in the face of such disaster?“Tell you what, I can ensure that you come out of this on your feet as well. I’m sure I can find a position, a good position, for someone with your experience.” By this time, Deal was utterly speechless. He looked down at his feet for a few good seconds before he looked at her and replied:"Wow, Melissa, I have to say I am really impressed with your response to this! I mean, really, really impressed! You are one tough cookie! That's what makes you even more desirable!" he said and smiled, taking a breather. "I have to disagree with you about the sexual relations bit. It is very much within the scope of this discussion... or it is going to be anyway..." he said and then stood up, pacing the room slowly." I'm flattered by your offer, I really am, but I'm afraid I will have to decline. I will not be part of any espionage and defection plot. Furthermore, I'm afraid I'm too loyal to Anderson and Sons. You see, Mr. Anderson is a distant relative of mine. So that can't happen, I'm afraid. Also, I can't have you damaging this company any longer! So as far as your encounters with Mr Payne are concerned, I'm afraid they will have to come to an end. Abruptly! No more information fed to him, no more cock from him! Nothing! You can make something up about this being too dangerous and how you don't want to end up in jail for industrial espionage, or some crap like that. I don't have to spell it out for you! Just end it!" he said and then sat down again." Now, as far as the sexual relations bit goes, I am afraid the result of your indiscretion is that I will now become in charge of your sex life! There's no better way of saying it. If you want to fuck anyone, you have to ask permission from me! I will also be in charge of your dress code. Before you get dressed for work, you will send me pictures on my phone of what you intend to wear, and you'll seek my approval. For instance, today you're fine, but you have to give up your panties. So take them off and hand them over!" he said with a grin on his face. Melissa set her jaw as she finished responding to his accusations; she had dealt with men in the past, those who tried to push her around because she was a woman. She had always won; her hardliner stance had trumped all of those who had tried to get in her way. To her, Daryl was simply another man trying to use her for his own success; she would find away out of this situation. She smiled triumphantly as she watched that smirk slowly slid off of his face. She had him, all he had to do was except her offer, and he would be in the same position she was, and he was considering it; she could tell. Furthermore, she started tapping her pen again as he looked down, mulling his options. ‘Blackmailing motherfucker,’ she thought, ‘we’ll see, he can’t pass this up.’ His eyes rose from some spot on the ground, and she waited for his response. It wasn’t what she expected. She felt her control slip away as he revealed his relation with upper management but even through that revelation she tried to maintain her footing as his boss. But he didn’t stop there. Melissa understood his interest in having Roger out of the equation. Of course Daryl wanted to fuck her; didn’t everyone? She knew she captivated the interest of her male employees and for that matter her superiors as well. She had spent enough time on her back climbing the corporate ladder, that she knew how to handle herself. And she knew that it was every male’s fantasy to sleep with his boss; she had used this to her advantage in the past. Still the tone in his voice indicated he was very sure of himself. He continued to rattle down his list of demands. In charge of her sex life? ‘Bullshit,’ she mentally challenged him. Control her dress code? ‘Not in this lifetime asshole,’ her mind responded. She stood as he smugly demanded her underwear, standing on her toes as she looked over the desk at him; fury making her blue eyes sparkle.“You can just get the fuck out of my office right now,” she hissed; her full fury resonating with every syllable. “As far as my…” she struggled for the word, “my “knickers” as you Brits fucking call them; it will be a cold day in Hell before you even get to see them much less see me step out of them. Now get the fuck out of my office.” To accentuate her point, she moved purposely around her desk and toward the door to her office. She planned to throw the son of a bitch out and begin to dig up any dirt on him that she could possibly find. There were plenty of people, both in this office and outside of it who owed her favors, ‘big fucking favors’ she stewed; besides if there wasn’t dirt to be found, there were always people who could make something up. She threw the thumb drive in the trash as she passed by the can, but didn’t notice that the path to the door took her well within arms reach of Daryl. Deal couldn't control a short nervous laugh as she refused to comply with his ridiculous demand. He knew it was ridiculous and extremely forward, but that was intentional. He had to know for sure who he's dealing with.“As far as my…” she struggled for the word, “my “knickers” as you Brits fucking call them; it will be a cold day in Hell before you even get to see them much less see me step out of them. Now get the fuck out of my office.” As she stood and walked to the door to show him out, Deal stood up and grabbed her from behind. He was a wrestler back in England and his body strength was a force to be reckoned with. He literally lifted her up off the ground by her hips and pressed her against her desk. In lightening fast move he grasped both her hands and pined them behind her back, pushing her upper body forward until her chest rested on her desk. He held her down in the death grip." Listen, you little corporate brat! You'll soon find out you shouldn't fuck with me! Do you remember the FBI agent who was here a couple of months ago? The one who made a pass at you, and you brushed him off? He gave me his card and asked me to keep my eyes on you! We're good buddies now. All I need to do is call him up and give him the information on that stick. That's it. Then, you're truly fucked. I've done research on this, honey, and industrial espionage is a federal crime. You get me? Federal crime! You'll rot in jail! Understand? Now you've got two choices here: one, you comply and give me your panties, or knickers, as you said, or two, I walk out of here and call the FBI agent. I know you think you can dig some dirt on me, but it will be too late, honey! Your choice!" he said and then smacked her ass hard." Now I'm going to walk out of your office. If in five minutes I don't see your panties on my desk, I'm calling the agent. End of story!" he said and then smacked her ass again. He released her and walked right out of her office, closing the door behind him. He walked slowly to his desk and sat down, with a wide grin on his face. Furthermore, he straightened up his tie and took a look at his watch. "Five minutes, that's all the bitch has! If she doesn't come through she's fucked!" he thought to himself, with a determined look on his face. Melissa turned to watch as Deal calmly walked out of her office. She alternately rubbed both of her wrists where he had forced them behind her back; he had been strong, and she glanced down surprised to see that he hadn’t bruised her. When he closed the door she sat back, her bottom on the edge of her desk. She couldn’t believe that he had had the audacity to spank her; not that it hurt, her dress had absorbed the blows, but to have him, her employee, actually touch her was worse than any pain. Unconsciously she glanced at the clock over her doorway; his instructions ringing in her head, “If in five minutes I don't see your panties on my desk, I'm calling the agent.” Did he really know an FBI agent? She briefly wondered about his immigration status, ‘there would be away to get his ass out of life,’ she thought, but five minutes, there was no time to do that kind of research. Walking back around her desk she knelt to reach in the trashcan to pick up the thumb drive. Time to see just how fucked she really was. Melissa’s eyes continued to glance up at the clock as she quickly scanned the information on the thumb drive. E-mails mostly, mixed in with the few IM chats that she had been forced to send Roger when he was in meetings or otherwise unavailable to take a phone call. Still, it was pretty damming evidence; at least of the affair. The other charge she saw would be more difficult for him to back up; but if he was actually as connected as he claimed it would be a tough battle of he said she said. She mentally berated herself for not vetting him further, but if her memory served her right, he was a suggestion from Mr. Anderson himself. The second hand on the clock continued its sweep. Two minutes left before she would see if he had some bite to his bark. Something in the back of her mind told her he did. She raised her ass off of her seat, and slid the skimpy black underwear off of her bottom and down her legs. Slipping the panties off her feet, she looked down at them momentarily. She noticed a small damp spot right at the gusset. Had she been turned on by his spankings; in her ire she hadn’t realized it, but now she felt a familiar tingle in her stomach? Balling the panties up, she shoved them in the pocket of her jacket; she had thirty seconds to deposit them on the bastard’s desk. As she stood, she straightened her skirt and strode to the door. She hurried through the small set of cubicles, glancing in the cubes on either side of Deal’s workspace. They were empty; normally Melissa would have been ready to roll some heads, but this time she was thankful that her employees were away from their stations. Melissa was sure he heard her heels as she walked down the tiled aisle between the cubicles; but he made no acknowledgment of her presence. She stood behind him, her hand in her pocket balling up the lace undergarments. He still had not acknowledged her presence; in fact had made every effort to appear completely unaware of her. She watched as he raised his arm, bowing his head to look at the face of his watch. She knew that her time was up and quickly placed the black lingerie in a crumpled pile on his desk; knowing that she had lost the first battle between them. Deal could definitely hear her heels as she was approaching his cubicle, just in time before the last grain of sand signaled the deadline. He resisted to look at her as she approached. Instead, he looked at his watch, mentally counting down every second. He knew this game was about precision and going through with threats to the letter. When time elapsed, within a millisecond, Deal could see Melissa's hand appearing from behind his ear, as she placed the crumpled piece of lingerie on his desk. He did not react immediately. He looked at it and smiled, and then slowly took the business card with the clear FBI logo out of his pocket and looked at it for a couple of seconds. Furthermore, he angled it just right to show Melissa that he meant business. Furthermore, he then returned the business card to his pocket and picked up her panties, straightening out the sexy material and placing it face up on his keyboard. The sight made his pulse race. He was conscious that Melissa was still standing behind him, probably waiting on his next move. He turned to her slowly and said softly:"Thank you, Melissa, I appreciate your obedience! Your panties are even sexier that I imagined!" he said and turned to them, picking them off the keyboard. It was then he noticed the wet patch. He couldn't resist a grin, but he turned his face, hopefully just in time to hide the reaction from her. He put them back on the keyboard and stood up, standing close to Melissa's ear." We have a staff meeting in about 10 minutes. You see that next cubicle next to mine? It's Rachel's. You know, the hot babe you like so much! She's out just now with a client. I want you to go to her desk right now, take your bra off and put it on her desk. You will then attend the staff meeting pantie-less and bra-less. That is all!" he said and sat back down at his desk, moving the panties from the keyboard and carefully displaying them next to the monitor. He then turned to Melissa: "Why are you still here? The meeting is in less than 8 minutes!" Melissa fumed as he still did not acknowledge her presence. Her emotions swung between fury and humiliation, and yet she remained silent, seething as she waited for his reaction. She thought he would reach for her underwear, but instead his hands went to his pocket; withdrawing a business card. She saw the blue and gold emblem and could make out the words Federal Bureau of Investigations on the top of the card. Furthermore, she knew he wanted her to see it; to further implant his control over her. The card went back into his pocket and he picked up her panties. Melissa stiffened as he slid each of his index fingers into the waist band straightening out the flimsy black cloth and pulling it taut. She felt her cheeks redden as she imagined what was going through his mind as he stared at the lingerie that had been covering her sex only minutes before. He set them down on his keyboard, stretching the material out. Then he turned his chair to face her. He spoke quickly, his voice soft, as he commended her. She felt herself flush at his comment and her eyes were fixed on small damp spot centered in the gusset of the thong. As he turned back around, she realized she had been holding her breath and silently released it. When her eyes flicked back to him, he had once again picked up her panties; holding them taut he again seemed to be studying them. The without a word he dropped them back on the keyboard and stood; turning in her direction. She stepped back alarmed and confused; she had done exactly what he had requested, was she to be punished for it? His voice came to her ear, soft but commanding, "We have a staff meeting in about 10 minutes. You see that next cubicle next to mine? It's Rachel's. You know, the hot babe you like so much! She's out just now with a client. I want you to go to her desk right now, take your bra off and put it on her desk. You will then attend the staff meeting pantie-less and bra-less. That is all!" He turned and sat back down, brushing her offering to him aside as he moved his mouse causing the screen on the computer to come back to life. Melissa stood behind him motionless, she realized that her body was now trembling; but her ire soon began to override the feeling of helplessness that she was experiencing. She opened her mouth, ready to retort, obscenities and threats were on the tip of her tongue, when he spun back around and fixed her with a hard stare." Why are you still here? The meeting is in less than 8 minutes!" Came his low cold voice. Melissa couldn’t meet his gaze; instead she focused on her panties sitting to the side of his keyboard. Her emotions flip-flopped, now her anger was again replaced with embarrassment. She knew he was serious, and she had no time to protect herself; ‘no way out,’ she thought to herself. Slowly she turned, she could feel his gaze on her back as she stepped into the empty cubicle. Turning to him, she said sharply, “I suppose you want to watch.” She stopped speaking before she went too far and removed her jacket, placing it on the back of Rachel’s chair. Then she began to unbutton the blue silk blouse she wore; the black strap which connected the cups of her brassier came into view, followed by the curve of her breasts; the black brassier hinting behind the blue blouse. When her blouse was completely unbuttoned, she turned away from him, hiding herself from his view. Deftly she reached up her back and fumbled with the clasp of her brassier. She slid her right arm out of the sleeve of the blouse and through the strap. After sliding the blouse back on her shoulder, she repeated her actions with the other arm. As the cups of the brassier fell away, she saw that her nipples were erect, and a thrill ran through her when the silk of the blouse brushed across them as she buttoned the blouse back up. Her back still to him, she carefully folded her brassier, placing the cups on top of each other and tucking the straps between them. She carefully placed the article in front of Rachel’s keyboard before reaching behind her and donning her jacket. She ran her hands down the front, starting just below her breasts; smoothing the cloth, before turning to face him again. He had obviously watched her, a small sly smile on his lips. At the sight of it, her anger rose again, and before she could stop herself she blurted out, “there, now fuck you!” Before he could respond, she turned and strode forcefully back towards her office. She saw that she had about five minutes before she needed to be in the staff meeting. Deal was mesmerized by Melissa's skill in taking her bra off. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she was carefully removing the matching black undergarment. Just at the moment when her bra uncovered her breasts, he looked at the door in front of her, wondering what would happen if someone walked through that door and saw her. Luckily for Melissa the door didn't move. After she placed the bra on Rachel's keyboard, and she buttoned her blouse and put her jacket back on, she turned to him and unfortunately caught the grin on his face. He hadn't planned on her seeing that. Before he could say anything, she blurted furiously“there, now fuck you!”, and then left towards her office. Before he could even react and kick himself for not wiping the grin off his own face before she turned around, he heard steps behind him." What was Melissa doing in my cubicle?" came Rachel's question. Darel turned and say Rachel's confused gaze." Why don't you go in and find out?" he replied, grinning yet again. Dammit, stop grinning!he thought to himself. Rachel walked to her cubicle and sat in her chair. Before the ass fully hit the chair, she noticed the bra neatly arranged in front of her keyboard. She picked it up in her hands and opened it up to take a better look. Her mouth dropped open." What the hell is this?" she blurted and turned to Deal." Why are you asking me?" he asked smiling. "That is not mine!" Rachel stood and leaned over the cubicle, only to notice the matching panties in front of Deal's keyboard." I'll be damned! She gave you her panties???" she said loudly and then quickly covered her own mouth and looked around to see if anyone heard her. Before Deal could answer, she said to herself: "She gave me her bra?" The confusion on her face turned to a smile when she met Deal's own smile. Just then, Melissa walked out of her office and went straight for the conference room, where others were gathering in. Rachel put the bra in her drawer and signaled to Deal to follow her. Deal placed the panties in his own drawer and followed Rachel in the meeting. Melissa was sitting at the top of the table, getting ready for the meeting. Deal sat next to her on her right, and Rachel right next to him. The thought that they were the only ones who knew Melissa wasn't wearing any underwear made both of them dizzy with excitement. Rachel looked at Melissa and couldn't stop smiling at her. Deal noticed Rachel's smile and almost allowed another grin to escape. He caught it just in time, and smiled at Melissa as well, waiting as the others sat down and Melissa could start the meeting. In her office, Melissa collapsed in her chair. Fury mixed with shame coursed through her body as she tried to get a grasp on the situation. Twice she had condescended to the bastards request and right now she couldn’t see a way to get herself out of the mess she was apparently in. Starting to type something in on her computer she stopped. It was obvious that Deal had some way of monitoring her actions on this machine. The e-mails that she had seen on the thumb drive had only been accessed on this computer. Before turning away, she noticed the little icon in the bottom right corner indicating she had mail. Glancing at the clock she saw that she needed to be in the conference room for the meeting within the next minute. Still, she took a chance and opened up Outlook; a message from Roger was on the top of the list. Dare she open it? Or was Deal monitoring her computer right now as she looked at it. Glancing out the door, she saw that Rachel had returned and both she and Deal were congregating in the area of their cubicles. She silently prayed that he had at least hidden her undergarments before the brunette had returned. She clicked Roger’s email; reading through the highly suggestive prose that he had sent her, she remembered part of Deal’s other demands. In all honesty, she had no real feelings for Roger Payne; he was more the means to an end than a serious prospect. Besides, she knew, he had no intention on leaving his wife; she was the one who had the money. She hit delete and undocked her laptop, sliding it under her arm before heading to the conference room. As soon as she sat at the oval table both Deal and Rachel entered the room and took their seats. She caught the sly grin that was on Rachel’s face, and felt another humiliating twinge knowing Deal had told her what he had done. She couldn’t tell if she knew the whole situation; but it was bad enough knowing that the woman knew she was naked underneath her suit. Before, they could say anything, the remaining eight employees entered the conference room; filling the available seats. Melissa said a silent prayer thanking whoever that Deal was not sitting across from her, but was to the side. She wasn’t sure she would have made it through the meeting if she could see his eyes. Of course Rachel, his little lap bitch, was perched next to him. She looked to her left; meeting the eyes of those employees. She started with an overview of the afternoons agenda. Deal could sense Melissa's discomfort as he noticed she avoided looking his way as much as she could. He turned to Rachel and noticed that Rachel kept her eyes locked on Melissa, smiling like a school girl. "What must she be thinking?" Deal asked himself trying to make sense of Rachel's gaze as Melissa went through the afternoon agenda. The whole meeting was pretty routine, where everyone had to present ideas for a new product coming out on the market. Everyone was jumping in and contributing except for Deal and Rachel. Rachel was too distracted and kept trying to steal glances of Melissa's blouse under her jacket. Deal of course was trying to do the same, until he came up with an idea. He took a small piece of paper and wrote: "Rachel doesn't know about the Payne issue!" He then folded the piece of paper and placed it discretely on Melissa's notepad, just as the meeting was drawing closer to the end. Melissa fought to keep from embarrassing herself at every point in the meeting. If Deal had told Rachel about what he had discovered; then she was sure that the brunette would have babbled it throughout the office. She avoided the glances from the people across the table and did not glance in the direction of Deal and Rachel once throughout the meeting. As the meeting ended, she began to rise, pushing her skirt down flush against her body, and drawing her jacket in tight. For the first time in an hour she glanced the direction of her tormentor and saw that he had slid a folded piece of paper on her laptop. She glared at both Deal and Rachel, but as she picked up the laptop, she also acquired the piece of paper. Melissa wanted to run out of the office; to flee her two employees. She gathered a deep breath and started back to her office; as she passed the doorway, she unfolded the piece of paper and read the note. She let out an audible sigh of relief, but at the same time she couldn’t figure out anyway to stop Deal from telling Rachel everything. Closing the door to her office she stood for just a moment, her back to the door, her breath labored. She looked at the laptop in her hand; wanting to dash it against the floor. She wondered if she could get it replaced; call IT and have them rework the system somehow. However, she was just as concerned that Deal could just as easily put information on her computer as he could take it off. And would he be able to put the same software back on her PC without her knowing? Without opening the laptop, she sat it down on her desk. She had to find a clean pc; something that she could try to contact someone outside of work to help her. Surely Roger would know a way to get her out of this mess. While he hadn’t exactly asked her to give him the information, he was just as much of a player in this as she was; he might even have more of a stake than she did. After all he was married and would have to deal with his wife. She was just the “other woman”. Besides, she still hadn’t actually given him any of the relevant information, just tidbits. Sitting in her chair she found her cell phone. She was afraid to use the landline; if it had been so easy for Deal to look through her PC then he probably had found a way to tap her phone. Scrolling through the messenger on her phone, she began to type a text message to Roger. Throughout the meeting, Rachel kept fidgeting in her seat, being a complete state of confusion about what she thought were mixed signals from Melissa. Still thinking about the bra she found on her desk, she couldn't figure out why Melissa wouldn't even look in her direction. 'What the hell is going on?' she thought. Darel had other things on his mind. During the meeting, he couldn't take his eyes off Melissa, watching her every move, looking out for every second when she forgot she wasn't wearing a bra and her jacket moved out of the way just enough to reveal the shape of her nipple pushing into the fabric of her blouse. At the end of the meeting, Deal sat in his chair and watched Melissa walk away from him, admiring her perfect ass and the lack of any trace of underwear disturbing the lovely shape. But he wasn't the only one who noticed. Across the table from Deal was Tom, his colleague. He looked baffled. He stood up after Melissa had left and came behind Deal, leaning over his ear and whispering: "Did I see that right? She wasn't wearing any underwear?"" What makes you say that?" Deal replied." Come on, I saw nipple. And there was no trace of panties when she walked away!" Tom said, still whispering." You must have imagined it!" Deal said and stood up, gathering his folder." Bull shit!" Tom blurted. "I fucking saw it!"" Saw what?" Rachel interjected. Tom came closer to Rachel's ear and whispered: "Melissa... no underwear! You saw it, right? I'm not going crazy!"" No, you're not!" Rachel blurted and stormed out of the meeting room, returning to her desk. Darel smiled at Tom and left him standing there baffled. He walked to his desk, and took out the panties from the drawer, admiring the black lace. In the next cubicle, Rachel did the same with Melissa's bra. Suddenly Rachel stood up and turned to Deal." Did you fuck her!" she blurted." No!" Deal replied smiling." Fuck this!" she said and folded the bra in her hand and headed for Melissa's office. She knocked on the door and walked in, closing the door behind her." Hi, Melissa!" she began, smiling shyly. "I was wondering what this is about?" she continued by showing Melissa her bra. "I mean... this is so sexy and sweet... it's beautiful too... and I couldn't focus on the meeting at all... so I thought I would return the favor!" she rambled while she slowly took her blouse off, followed by her bra, revealing her big perky breasts and hard nipples. She walked to Melissa's desk and placed her own bra in front of Melissa. She then put her blouse back on." So, can I keep yours?" Rachel asked while holding Melissa's bra in her hand.

Sweet Office Blackmail (closed for PinkKittn)|rating:2.0

Belle and the Beast

Belle walked along the banks of the sea looking out as her fathers ship descended. It was always sad to see him go off on one of his voyages, but his fishing provided food, and the items he sold at market always provided the funds he needed to repair his boat. There never seemed to be enough left over to take a break. Her mother had been gone five years now. It was just her and her two younger brothers Sven and Jacob. They were a handful all on their own. But she had never seen her father happier when he got his boys. Since her mother passed away she had been doing the cooking and cleaning. She often felt that her youth had been taken away too earlier. Now that she was 19 the boys were old enough to work at the docks. This freed up her days to do the chores and read. Oh, how she loved reading tales of Demons and knights. Though often she found herself feeling for the poor creatures that were misunderstood. Perhaps this made her a bit of a dreamer, perhaps she was meant for a different life all together. If her father had his way about it, she would be married off. It would be one less mouth to feed. On occasion, she would be courted, but she was never really fond of her suitors. They were all so typical. She didn't want to marry a fisherman, she didn't want to be a wife and treated like a slave. Belle enjoyed her free time and the ability to read her stories. It was her escape into a different world. A world she would never know. Maybe she should just give in to the pressure that her father and brother and give in to what her life was supposed to be. Belle sighed and twirled her long red hair around her finger. As she opened her book her face lit up, and she began to read another story. The Beast stood on his balcony, looking out across the vast expanse of endless, blue ocean that his bedroom overlooked. The balcony was large enough that he’d been able to move most of the furnishings from one of the parlors out there, with a comfortable armchair, ottoman and chaise lounge it was like a separate sitting room, joined to his sleeping chamber at the top of the tallest spire of his once lavish palace. The spray from the ocean air had weathered the furniture, but The Beast cared little—the cracked grains of wood and sun faded cloth better suited the current state of this place, now that the people had all abandoned him here, these ruined furnishings better suited his mood. With no one else around, appearances were no longer of any use. The Beast was staring at the horizon, there was something not quite right, the winds were making the heavy, velvet curtains billow into his bedroom, blowing directly at his little island from the East. The sun was high enough that he could watch that odd spot without needing to squint against the brightness of the sun. It had looked like little more than a wide reflection on a high wave in the morning but now, as the sun approached its zenith in the sky, The Beast was beginning to recognize it as something much more ominous—Sails. A ship was on the horizon of The Beast’s small, remote island and the winds were driving them right toward his shore. The reefs around the island were treacherous for low-hulled boats, and even the shallows were a deadly labyrinth of volcanic rock which could tear a lethal hull breach in the side of a wooden boat like it was made of paper. Even the treasure seekers and would-be looters had stopped trying to land on The Beast’s island, when enough came back with nearly-fatal wounds, telling blood chilling tales of demons spewing from the smoldering crater at the center of the island. It might have been five years since The Beast saw a set of sails—those aboard the small fishing vessel must not have heard the tales. Better than to send them home with new ones. The Beast leapt from the crumbling stones that lined the edge of his balcony, sending a shower of dust and pebbles down the cliff face below. His wide wings outstretched, pitched backward and caught the wind blowing toward him. He attained lift almost immediately, rising ten feet in a flash, and then tipped his wings forward, as though he were going for a dive but with the wind so strong, the steep pitch of his wings allowed him to glide smoothly, ocean waves rushing below. The Beast’s eyes never left the set of sails on the horizon, growing larger as he glided toward the ship at a speed comparable to falling. One mighty flap sent him upward, once more perching on top of the rushing wind and gliding across the distance between him and the intrusive vessel. When he drew close enough to see the movement of men on deck, The Beast rolled over, tucking his black feathered wings into his back and diving headfirst toward the vessel. He heard the screams before he had to open his wings again. When his wide, black wings spread open again, they captured a wide dome of air, halting his fall in an instant and creating a terrible blowback that cast up a spray from the water beside the boat and carried enough force to knock every man on deck onto his back and snap the jive arm on the sail. The Beast perched lightly onto the rail of the deck, his hooked talons sinking into the wood with enough force to raise splinters at the edges of his grip. Go away from this place and never return. This area is a tomb for mortals such as yourselves. Never come back here. Be thankful I’m allowing you to leave with your lives. The Beast took hold of the net, still swinging in the wooden crane that helped them haul their bounties over the side, the net was full to bursting with yellow-fin tuna. The Beast tore the net away from the crane, snapping the weathered rope as easily as if it were a rose petal, and tossed the net over his shoulder like a bag full of daises. These shall be your penance for poaching the bounty that rightly belongs to me. Now turn around before I demand a steeper price. With that, The Beast flapped his wings forward and tore away half of the rail with him as he took to flight. The wide panel of splintered wood was carelessly released into the water once he took to flight again. He flew home confident that the fishermen were sufficiently terrified and looking forward to a decent sashimi breakfast.***Though the captain was sufficiently terrified, the damage done by the gust of wind that the Demon brought with him was too great for this small fishing vessel to overcome, tacking against the wind back toward home. The repairs would be many and expensive, and Captain O’Hara couldn’t afford them without a prize to bring home. With their net stolen, the bounty would have to be something other than fish.“They’re true! The old tales, they’re all true! A demon!” First Mate Jacobs was shouting, still cowering on deck where he’d been knocked by the demon’s wind.“Ready a longboat.” Captain O’Hara called to his crew, keeping a brave face in spite of his terror.“You can’t be serious Captain! You mean to make for land? With thatmonsterlooking on.”“That monster has robbed us of any choice. If we limp back now, it’s a coin flip that we’ll even survive the trip in this wreck—we’ve strayed too far in search of the deep migrations of the AHI. And even if we were to survive the trip home, there’s no way we could afford the repairs on this boat, our livelihood would sink at anchor from disrepair, and we’d die slowly watching our families starve. Better not to return at all.“I need four strong and able men, who can wield a rifle with skill, to come with me—we need to find materials to repair the sail and a prize to afford proper repairs when we return. Any less and we’re all dead anyway.”“I’ll go with you Captain. Better to die at your side than to suffer like a coward.”“Aye.”“You’re all mad!”“Lower the boat anyway, Jacobs. We’ll see how good thisdemonwho speaks the common tongue is on his threats.” Another two days had passed without sign of her father. He was normally gone for two days and on occasion it was longer. But something in her gut told her that something was wrong. She made a trip into town despite the winds for supplies. The fishermen were all in arms about a great storm that was out the ocean. It had stolen their catches and robbed them of a couple ships." Treacherous sea beings" one man claimed as he headed into the pub. Another shook his head "No it's the gods" as he followed the other into the Broken Horseshoe. Belle simply shook her head. "I will not let these superstitions hinder me" she thought staring down at her feet and almost running into Gaston."oh Belle my sweet, when will you consent to being my wife?" "Never Gaston" she advised walking around him. "Come now your hips are meant to bare my children." With that he got a firm slap across the face and she walked on. She could hear people laughing at him as she entered the general store. Eventually she made it home and her brothers waited for her. "where's dinner?" one was bold enough to ask. Dropping the flour on his foot she picked up the knife and walked toward him. "Listen here little brother, I am not your maid, you'll get dinner when I make it. If you don't like that then go get a wife." Her nostrils flared at him as she held the knife toward his genitals. "I would back off Sven" Jacob advised with a chuckle. Jacob was always the more logical of the two." Some help you are" Sven growled back to him. "You should know better" Jacob advised as he walked into the kitchen and retrieved the plates to set the table. Belle retreated with temper in hand. Rarely did she loose it, but she refused to be treated like an object, especially by these two. The men’s nerve seemed to ebb as their oars brought them closer to the island. It had been a good thing that they hadn’t sailed any closer, below the surface of the water, the reefs and channels around the island were like a maze, they could have easily sunk themselves by running aground on lava rock. In the paddle boat, however, it was easy to see the outcrops and reef beds through the crystal waters. When it came time to haul the boat onto the sandy shoal that rested below the cliffs upon which the ominous palace stood, the volunteers who joined Captain O’Hara were trembling so badly that they could scarcely grip the ropes on the sides of the longboat. Nonetheless, the fearless Captain led them off the beach, inland. O'Hara was surprised to find that instead of uncultivated wild, the inland part of the island was an abandoned township—long ago overgrown into ruin but undeniably planned and crafted by civilized hands. There was a dilapidated goods store, a collapsed inn, an overgrown tavern and even a ruined bank. Loose cobbles formed a pathway that had once been a road, before the long, green tongues of weeds and grass had woven their way up through the weak, impermanent mortar.“A bank!” O’Hara called behind him, his rifle leveled in front of him. “We might find more than we even dreamed of here.” When the others caught up, O’Hara led them cautiously through the main street of the ghost town. The door of the bank was rotted through and dangling from a single hinge, just the faintest push sent it crashing inward where it promptly shattered to splinters on the ground. What had once been a cage to defend the bank’s deposits was now little more than an orange, rusted fence around several stacks of moss-eaten crates.“There…” O’Hara grinned, a devious greed lighting his blue eyes. The cage gave little resistance and true to his greedy instinct, when he tore back the lid of the top crate on the stack, it was full of Spanish gold coins. A fortune.“My God…” O’Hara sighed, dipping his hand into the crate full of coins, letting them slip between his fingers and tinkle back into the chest, “men! Come take a look at what I—“O’Hara stopped short, none of his landing crew was anywhere to be seen. Shouldering his rifle in a hurry, O’Hara kept the muzzle pointed at the door as he filled his pockets hastily, trembling from head to toe and suddenly soaked with sweat. That thing, it was out here. He had to get back to the boat—had to regroup with the rest, the coins would make a handy device to convince the men that they had to make their way back. If they could kill the beast that haunted this place, they could bring every coin of this treasure back with them. O'Hara took off for the longboat, sprinting with the coins jingling about in his pocket, some even swinging free of his heavy pockets to tinkle off the loose cobblestones that made the path. In his haste, his foot caught the top of one particularly upraised stone, and he fell face first to the rocky pathway, coins scattered in all directions. The Captain opened his eyes slowly, the pain of landing on rocks sufficient to keep him frozen for a long moment with eyes clenched shut. As his vision settled into sharpness, he realized that he was looking into the eyes of Adams’ severed head—the body was unseen. O'Hara screamed until his lungs fell empty of hair, took a long, hiccuping gasp of air and then screamed again. He stumbled to his feet, slipping again on the blood soaked grass before finally retaking his feet. He continued screaming, looking at Adams’ head and tried to run, but collided with the immobile chest of The Beast before he got three steps.“No! No! Oh God, no! Please no!” O’Hara managed to scream in a single breath before The Beast’s monstrous claws wrapped around the chubby Captain’s throat. You should have listened to my warning, Captain. Now I’ll have to spill your insides and sink your ship. I can’t have any word of this place leaking back to the mainland. I’ll allow you last words before I kill you. One leader to another. The Beast’s grip on his neck relinquished, and O’Hara was able to sob breaths into his lungs again.“Please! Please, don’t kill me. Please! I have a family.” Do you think that you’re the first to beg me? Do you think that you’re the only one who thought to beseech mercy for your children? I gave you warning, this is more mercy than I show to most. You’re a fool if you expect more.“I—I’ll do anything! Please! I—I can pay you.” O’Hara was grasping at straws and they both knew it, the Captain regretted his words as soon as he’d said them. Pay me? What, with my own gold? The Beast demanded, shredding one of O’Hara’s pockets open with a claw and letting the Colones spill onto the stones. You’re nothing but a fool. I regret giving you the opportunity to speak.“Not gold! Something else! I—“ O’Hara’s eyes pinched shut as The Beast raised his arm to deliver the killing blow, his mind was floundering, desperately trying to think of anything to appease The Beast, in the same moment, his pride was the last to give way, but it did so all at once. He lost control of his bladder and made a bargain so despicable he would have previously thought it unspeakable, “I have a daughter! A beauty, to be sure. You’re lonely, why else would you give me the right to last words—let me live, and I’ll give you my daughter as your bride!” It was impossible to know how long precisely that moment lasted, since O’Hara had his eyes shut, waiting for the final blow to land. It seemed to last for months. When he finally dared to open his eyes a fraction of an inch, he saw The Beast halted, as if frozen in time aside from the clenching muscles in his jaw. Bring her then, I’ll see her before I decide on your fate. If she’s as meek and pathetic as yourself I might derive more amusement from her than I would from killing you. But remember how far and fast I fly. If three days pass and I see no sign of your sails on the horizon, I’ll hunt you, your daughter and all of your kin. You’ll likely need to commission another vessel for this task. O'Hara nodded feebly as the demon let him go, he sprinted the rest of the way to the longboat. He rowed the rest of the way back to this ship by himself, yet he’d made better time going back than he had made going with a full oar team. Once back aboard his ship, O’Hara tentatively reached into his left pocket. It was still full to overflowing with gold coins.“The wind seems to have improved, these repairs look sound enough to get us home. Weigh anchor and bring her about.”“But Captain, what about the men—the prize? What you said about our livelihood sinking at anchor…”“Adams and the others died valiantly. We’ll split this prize with their families—after we’ve purchased a new ship.” Captain O’Hara flipped a gold coin to his First Mate and the crew quickly got to work obeying the Captain’s orders. It was the next night when her fathers torn ship pulled into port. He was quiet and tired. He would barely look at her. She assumed he was just tired, but soon she would learn that it was something more. The next day Captain O'Hara send the boys away to look for a new ship. They were thrilled with the idea. "Belle" He called from the front porch. "Yes father" she retorted wiping her hands on her apron. "Do you need some ale father?" she was used to waiting on him hand and foot as her mother did." No girl take a seat"Belle sat on the stump that he normally used to rest his feet." As you know the last voyage was profitable. We made enough for a new ship and new gear, and now I'll be able to take your brothers on as part of the crew."" Yes that's wonderful father" she responded." But all of this comes at a cost."" I'm not sure if I understand father""You're the cost Belle, there's no other way to put it. I am ashamed that I made a deal with the devil, and to fund our new life I had to give you up."" You're not making any sense father do you have a fever?" She questioned reaching up to check his head only for him to grab her wrist." Listen to me girl. I'll give you a choice. He will come for us all and kill us if you choose not to go, but you can run away from here and go far. I'll just tell him I lied about having a daughter. Or you can go with me to him where you will stay with him for the rest of your life and be his bride. I should have never offered you as a payment. I will regret it for the rest of my life. But there is no choice. If i breath a word of the island he'll take out the whole town. He has the strength to do it. He's a fierce beast he is." Tears fell from her eyes not quite sure of what to make of her fathers' delirium. She was silent for a few moments as she watched tears fall from his eyes as well. If anything he believed what he was saying. Never had she seen him cry before." I will go father" she finally said softly. "I will not risk the lives of my brothers, nor the town. It is important they do not know of what you have done. All they need to know is you've arranged a marriage for me, and I've agreed to it. Do you understand father?""I’m sorry that I was weak my child" he said tears still falling." Don't worry father, I will be fine. I will go pack my things. You should probably go into town and meet up with the boys to get the ship so we a sail out in the morning." Captain O'Hara nodded and wiped his eyes taking the last swig from his mug. Belle stood and took the empty mug giving a fake smile of reassurance and went to her room. So a horrid beast was to be her husband. It would be much like marrying Gaston she amused herself by thinking. The truth was she was terrified. As much as she had always hoped for a life away from all of this. It never occurred to her that there could be something worse. Belle packed her trunks with all of her books and clothing. It was odd how all of her belongings fit nicely into two trunks. This was her life. That night she made dinner as always and answered the questions that her brothers threw at her. "I can't believe you agreed to this" Jacob said with firm disbelief. "You've never wanted a husband before."" Jacob, as much as I wish the world is different the truth is we all have a role to play. My role as a woman is to get marred and bare children. Your role as a man is to provide. We all know that this is the way it is. My new husband is not a fisherman. So I get part of my wish. That is the most one can hope for." There wasn't any arguing with the sense she made on the topic. The boys were disappointed they weren't allowed to go with her and her father the next day. Belle had made the point with her father that the only people that should go was the crew that survived the last time since they were paid well enough to keep their mouths shut. Belle stood at the bow of the boat staring out at the ocean as the sun shined partly behind the clouds. Luckily the weather wasn't bad, and the seas didn't rock her senseless. She let her long hair flow in the breeze. Her dress billowed in the wind and the smell of salt filled the air." Land" someone had called out. The rocky shores stood out in front of the dreary looking island. It was large enough to have once supported a population. Perhaps there was still one. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad she thought. Then she saw the wings and the beast that landed upon the ship. Her eyes filled with fear, but she didn't run. There was really no place to run. Her father stood partially behind her with his hand on her back." I promised you my daughter and here she is. Her name is Belle. Please sir, please be kind to her." The days that followed The Beast’s deal dragged on for what seemed an eternity, though it was truly less than a week. The first thing he did was to dig graves for the men he’d killed, as he always did when people arrived onto his land and needed to vanish. He didn’t know the men’s names, but he left cobblestone markers over the graves, labeled 1, 2, 3 and 4. Good enough he supposed. Once that was done, he spent a day and a half trying to make the palace look halfway presentable. He started with dusting in the morning, but gave up by the afternoon when it became clear that he was just pushing the dust around more than cleaning it. He cleared away cobwebs and vines that had crept up the walls, set furniture upright that he’d overturned in rage some years ago. It was still a ruin, but at least it resembled something livable—if not its past grandeur. The third day was spent trying to find some scraps of his former clothes that would fit him. It was a fool’s errand. Luckily enough, one of the slain fishermen had a pair of sack cloth pants that The Beast was able to fit around his thighs. Shirts were categorically too fragile for his shoulders, as they were now. On the day she arrived, The Beast was out on his balcony again, standing ominously on the edge, watching the Eastern horizon. It was after midday when the sails appeared, larger than the last set—it seemed the Captain had invested in a new boat in lieu of repairs. The Beast wasted no time, taking to the wind and soaring out to meet the vessel. The horizontal sweep of his wings was more subtle this time, as The Beast perched on the deck of the ship. The backdraft from his wings swept the long, silken curls of the girl standing on deck back behind her shoulders. The Beast stood there, towering over her and looking deep into her eyes—blue, like her father’s, like the furthest patch of ocean on the horizon. She didn’t flinch at the sight of him, that was a good sign. Captain O’Hara rushed forward, grasping his daughter by the shoulders and peering at The Beast from around her, using her like a human shield. O’Hara made it clear that he was honoring his word, The Beast respected that, but didn’t want to hear from him. Enough. Let her speak for herself. It’s nice to meet you Belle. Has your father told you why he brought you here? The Beast tried to hide his claws in his palm, his wings still outstretched and angled forward, in case this was all an elaborate trap to catch him. The Beast lightly took hold of Belle’s dainty, pale hand on the knuckle of his claw, his thumb just lightly perched on the back. He tipped his head forward. You may address me as Sir. It suits me better than any other mortal name. His voice was deep and rich as he spoke to her. Yet at the same time it showed that he was quite intelligent and articulate. Belle nodded as he spoke to her. "Yes Sir" she replied trembling slightly as he took her hand. But he was being so gentle with her. This was a good sign." I'm here as payment for all that you've given my father. I'm to be your bride." There was a slight tremble in her voice as she spoke to him, but soon she found her bearings." I have two trunks here with my stuff. If you'll grant the men permission to take them and me to shore. It's been a long trip and I'm a bit of tired sir. I'd like to rest before the ceremony or tour. I'm sorry I'm not sure what you had in mind." Belle forced a polite smile across her face. He wasn't what she expected from what her father described. His torso was almost that of a man, his horns reminded her of a ram, and his feet reminded her of deer. She had read about beast like him in one of her many books. Though none had wings like his. There would be more time for measuring him later. At the moment she waited for his permission to get taken ashore. At Belle’s request, The Beast smiled for what felt like the first time in decades. She had smiled first, that made him feel comfortable and accepted—not a feeling to which he was terribly accustomed. Rather than answering her directly, The Beast looked past her to her father, locking eyes with cautionary sternness. Drop anchor here, Captain. This boat has a lower hull than your last vessel. Once at anchor, you may send her bags with two men—but not yourself. You’ll never set foot upon my island again. Set the bags out on the beach, they’ll be retrieved from there—but any who takes even one step beyond that sandbar will be a dead man. The gold you stole from has been moved, not that anyone could make it that far again. With that, The Beast leaned forward, stretching his wings outward to their full span as he placed a gentle kiss on the back of Belle’s hand. Her skin felt so impossibly soft between his black, leathery lips that he almost lost his footing as the boat pitched from the weight transfer of dropping anchor. I will transport Miss Belle to her quarters. As long as my instructions are followed to the letter, your debt with me is square Captain. I expect to never see you or any of your kind again. You can tell who you please, what it cost you to come to this place. Say goodbye to your beauty, you’ll never see Belle again. The Beast allowed father and daughter to make their adieus, before taking Belle’s hand again and draping her arm around his neck, being careful not to brush any part of her arm against his horns. He placed her hand among his long, black hair, reaching to the small of his back. With his other arm, The Beast swept Belle’s legs from under her, being careful not to let his claws tear at the billowing layers of her dress. He cradled her across his chest like she was a scarf filled with chicken eggs, and took one step away from the Captain. One solid, forward sweep of his wings and a faint jump, both he and Belle were fifteen feet above deck, eye level with the young man perched in the crow’s nest—he appeared to be crying. Perhaps he knew Belle somehow. Another flap and they were forty feet up, the ship like a toy in the wide expanse of water below. The Beast tucked one wing and spread the other, angling to the right and rolling forward, making certain that Belle was held carefully. She was light, even for a human, but the weight made a difference—the muscle memory of wings is far more instinctive than deliberate. His wings flapped again, and then he was able to perch atop the wind and glide, the black limbs making deep arcs on his back. It wasn’t long before they were over land, he swooped toward the beach, letting her see the ruins of town from the air, since she had mentioned a tour. He flapped a few more times to ascend the high tower of the palace on the Western side. The Beast had put the majority of his efforts into cleaning and making presentable the second tower bedroom, the room opposite his own. It was now, by far, the most restored room of the entire palace. The fixtures were polished, and though a far cry from the lacquered lavishness that the wooden accents used to be, the wood was stained and polished. He’d gone through the clothes that had once been his mothers and arranged some things in the closets and drawers, but he was glad that she had her own things nonetheless. One final sweep of wings brought the two of them onto the West balcony. He perched lightly on the edge of the balcony, letting her down onto the stone edifice gently, the sun just beginning to set at his back. A bouquet of red roses from the garden had been arranged beside the four-poster bed, lined with clean, fresh sheets. The Beast stood there on the edge of the balcony, looking down at his new bride, still unable to quite believe her beauty. I hope that things are to your liking. It’s been a long time since I was blessed with company. Please make yourself comfortable and rest. I’ll place your things outside the door once the boats arrive with them. I don’t intend to disturb you until dinner is ready, just after sundown. With the sun setting behind him, The Beast leaned back and fell away from the balcony, careening in free-fall until the last moment to spread his wings. Given Captain O’Hara’s history, The Beast was resolved to meet the longboat at the beach, to ensure that no man ventured further than they were permitted. Even as he watched the approaching boat, he couldn't get the image of Belle out of his mind. Was she truly to be his? Could she be the answer to all of his long forsaken prayers? Belle tried to be strong for her father hugging him goodbye. "I will be fine" she advised him. Before to long she was up in the air in the arms of the beast. He carried her like a flower, so gentle giving her a full view of the island before setting her down in her room." It's beautiful" she advised him softly. "Thank you for any effort you put forth. It is very much to my liking" The room was three times the size of her own. She waited for him to be gone for she collapsed on the floor with tears. It was partly leaving everything she had ever known and the rest being her desolate situation. It only took her a couple of minutes to suck it up. Furthermore, it could be worse she advised herself. He could be completely hideous, and he could have been a lot rougher with her father than the was. She had cringed slightly at the warning he had given her father and the crew. He was not one to be messed with, his survival depended on it. She was now his property. His property she repeated to herself. The one thing she never wanted was to be owned by a male much less a demon. But like she told her brothers so convincingly it was inevitable for this time period. The castle that she now lived in was decrepit in a lot of ways. Time hadn't been kind to this place, neither had the salt air. Gathering herself from the floor she went and smelled the roses. They were elaborate and beautiful. She had only seen pictures of them. Even their fragrance was intoxicating. She crawled up on the large cushy bed and laid down. It was the most comfortable thing she had ever laid upon in her life. It only took her a few minutes before she was asleep. Her small frame heaved lightly upon the bed. Belle was awoken with a knock at the door as he advised her dinner was ready. "I'll be a couple of minutes." she responded. Her trunks were outside her door where he said he'd leave the. He had somehow managed to get them there and aligned without even disturbing her. That told her that he could be thoughtful and light-fingered. Dressing in one of her better gowns she fixed her hair. Slowly and carefully she made her way down the winding oak staircase. She could tell at one point it had been grand. This whole place had been at some point. It took her a few moments, but she found the dining hall. He rose when she entered and she gave a light curtsy. "Where do you wish me to sit sir?" she questioned awkwardly. "Should I serve you first?" His eyes didn't hold any malice or anger toward her. They were someone kind. But she knew he was not a force to be reckoned with. The exchange of bags had gone smoothly, as The Beast got too impatient and flew out to land on the boat before it reached the surf. The men sent to bring the bags were sufficiently terrified, so they gave no argument when he told them to turn around and never look back. Though The Beast didn’t look back either, he assumed—from the genuine terror in their eyes, that the men obeyed. This time, he didn’t take the scenic route over the gutted township, he flew straight to his room with Belle’s bags. Without delay, The Beast carried the two bags through his room and across the hall. He placed them outside her door, and when he stood upright again, he hesitated. He couldn’t quite explain or justify it, even within himself, but the closest he could get was to imagine that he was unused to acting against his impulses. His impulse was not to move another step away from her, from Belle, the beauty—he wanted to move closer. They say that old habits die hard. After stacked decades of following his every impulse without hesitation, The Beast followed his impulse again—but he did hesitate. The Beast turned the bolt as slowly and carefully as if he’d been breaking into his own rooms, following the gentle sound of Belle’s shallow breathing. How like music it was. On silent, careful feet, The Beast crept into the Western Master Suite with trunks in each hand. He left the door open, not wanting to risk the sound of it closing whilst in the room. He set the bags down, at the foot of her bed and rose back to his full height, looking down at the sheets he hung out to dry that same morning, rising and falling slowly with this beauty’s slumbering breath. He ought to have left, he ought to have gone, and closed the door softly behind him, but he wasn’t ready to fight his baser urges just yet—still out of practice. Furthermore, he knelt beside her bed and watched her, leaning closer until he could feel her gentle breath against his face. His heart raced. She was so small, especially compared to him, and her long, red hair was finer than silk, it captured the reds and oranges of the setting sun, filtering in through her window. He reached out, to gently slip a lock of amber hair behind her ear—but when his hand came into view, he flinched, remembering the reality of their situation. He was her captor, she was his prize. There was no love there, he was The Beast—not a man. Not anymore. He was too close to oppose his bestial impulse now, taking that stray lock of copper on his claw as gently as if it were a monarch butterfly that had landed, escorting it behind her ear before making his slow, silent exit from the room. Braving the contradiction of his desires and his actions. Those desires were wicked and he, a monster.***Gutting the tuna was easy, The Beast’s grotesque claws made short work of flesh of all sorts. It took a little longer to skin and present the long sides of fat rich, maroon flesh. Once he cut into steaks, the other he hung in the wooden smoke shack that sat on a veranda behind the kitchen, where the cooks used to smoke cigars after they’d finished cooking for service. The finer details of cooking had become much more difficult. The Beast struggled to light the grill for nearly an hour before the coals began to glow. Sautéed pans were made for human hands, not demonic claws and picking up plates without shattering them was another difficult task. After several hours, though, he was able to scrape together a passable meal. Asparagus spears with crushed garlic and rosemary butter, scalloped potatoes in white wine sauce and seared AHI, only slightly overcooked, but still rare in the middle, glazed with housing sauce and seasoned with smoked cumin and star anise. The Beast wasn’t sure where Belle would want to sit, so he made place settings for each of the ten places at the long, weathered cherry wood dining table. The plates were rimmed in gold and decorated with ornate, blue inlays. The Beast went upstairs quickly after placing lids over the entrées to ensure that they didn’t grow cold while he rushed upstairs. Despite his rush and the perceived urgency of serving the food while still hot, The Beast knocked gently on Belle’s door and spoke softly. Dinner is served. Please join me at your leisure. He made his way back downstairs, setting himself at the head of the table, as always. He waited for what felt like eleven lifetimes in anxious tension. Furthermore, he was hungry—starving even, but he knew that custom and courtesy demanded that he wait for his guest to arrive before digging in. Furthermore, he drummed his sharp nails on the wooden tabletop for a while, until he realized that his sharp claws were leaving gashes in the surface, and he stopped right away. When Belle entered into the dining room, The Beast’s breath stopped in his chest abruptly. He felt like he was falling and dying all at once, nothing tethering him to reality save the fierce eye contact he maintained with the beauty drawing closer to him. My God. She’s an angel. When she asked about seating, he kicked the underside of the table so hard that the metal warming lid rattled against the serving platter in his rush to pull out the chair closest to him. Please, allow me to serve you this one time. The Beast answered as warmly as he could. He smiled, remembering her smile from earlier, on the boat—he wanted to see her smile again. Once she was seated, The Beast removed the lid from the plate of tuna steaks, struggling only slightly with the serving tongs—otherwise he would have stabbed the steaks with his index claw, but in her presence he felt the need to at least pretend to civility. I overcooked the fish, I’m sorry to say. The Beast muttered as he added asparagus and potatoes to Belle’s plate. I’m out of practice. When both plates were filled (both portions served to fit The Beast’s size), he realized the final impediment that he’d overlooked. The serving utensils were impossibly delicate for The Beast to operate efficiently, but the tiny pieces of carefully arranged silverware beside his plate was simply impossible. The fork slipped from his claws, clattering to the table before he pinned it under his index digit. Then is clattered off the edge of his plate. The third time, it landed at a funny angle and clattered over, close to Belle. The Beast was embarrassed. Do you… do you think that you might be willing to feed me? Pathetic. Dinner ruined. Belle jumped a little when his leg hit the table and caused the dishes to rattle. But he made up for it by quickly rising in all his beastly glory to pull out her chair and push her in with the gentleness of a lamb. He insisted on serving her. She couldn't remember ever being waited on before this was a new treat. Her eyes studied the mounds of food on the plate knowing that she wouldn't even be able to get a quarter of it down without busting the seams of her dress. Her heart went out as he struggled to serve the food. With his claws it must be difficult she thought to mimic societies expectations of table mannerisms. But this didn't stop him from trying and with that she found herself having a deep admiration for him. He was truly trying to put his best effort out there. She appreciated this. It said something about his character that he was willing to go the extra mile for her comfort. As he sat she smiled softly and took her first bite of food. It was then she noticed the trouble he was having using the silverware he had so neatly placed for them. When he asked her for her help in feeding him. It touched her once again. She rose with grace and caution and came over to him. She placed the napkin around his thick neck slightly touching his skin. His skin was tough but smooth. She found herself wanting to touch it again but resisted. Instead, she picked up his silverware. Then returned to her seat where she took her own silverware and placed it in the center of the table." I always found utensils to be menacing" she said softly picking up the tuna with her fingers and taking a bite." this was her way of giving him leeway to eat however he chose. She could have fed him, but that would have been embarrassing for him. Instead, she wanted him to feel as comfortable being himself with her as he was obviously making her try to feel." Did you make all of this on your own?" she questioned then adding "It's very good. You're a great chef." She smiled warmly at him as she continued to eat. "Is it just us here on the island?" she hadn't noticed anyone else. It wasn't as if this bothered her. But it was certainly a large place for just the two of them." There is a lot I'd like to do to the house with your permission of course" she said softly. "I thought perhaps we could work on it together as we get to know each other. I would also need your help reaching some things, and perhaps lifting some things while we make repairs. Would you be willing to help me with this endeavor?" Her situation was not ideal, but Belle was determined to make the best out of it. She could either sit in her room and cry, or try to improve the situation by getting to know him. He was definitely doing his best to make her feel at home. Eating more than she probably should have she pushed the plate forward a little and wiped her fingers on the napkin. "That was a wonderful meal, thank you. May I help you clean up?" The Beast returned his guest’s good-natured smile when she rose to help him, if he’d still possessed human pigmentation, he would have been blushing. In the candle and torchlight of the dining room, he shuddered slightly when her delicate fingers trailed along the back of his neck, wrapping his napkin around his chin. The Beast turned his head to avoid letting her hands come into contact with his long, curving horns. Though his face didn’t show it, he was slightly disappointed when Belle ate with her hands—in spite of his embarrassment, he had allowed himself to look forward to her cutting and feeding him bites of food with her fork. Still, he couldn’t blame her. His jaws had crushed the throats and skulls of countless unfortunates who ventured too close to his island. He didn’t blame her for not wanting to let her delicate fingers anywhere near his maw. The Beast followed Belle’s lead, deftly slicing a steak into five neat wedges with one motion of his claws and spearing one on his index finger. In spite of being overcooked, the fish was still rare enough that it didn’t fall apart as he lifted the piece of flesh to his mouth. His smile grew wider when she complimented his cooking, asking a series of questions which all had the same answer. Yes, I made the food. There hasn’t been anyone on the island for decades until your father…he trailed off, not wanting to divulge too much about their arrangement until he knew how much she knew. You are my first welcomed guest in almost thirty years. The Beast scooped up his pile of asparagus spears with his index and thumb, disposing of the bunch in two bites before following it with another piece of fish. This place is your home now, Belle. Anything you desire, I’ll do everything in my power to facilitate. Tomorrow, I can show you around the grounds if you want—most has fallen to ruin, except the rose garden. I would be delighted to help you in any way that I can. The Beast made short work of the food on his plate, hunger making him eager and not wanting to fumble with his food and hands for longer than he needed to in her sight. He wished for her to touch him again. Please, that would be wonderful. Would you care for wine? I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me sooner. We have a cellar that was once the envy of eight nations.“We,” what an odd concept for The Beast, who had spent so long alone, by himself—without comfort or relief from his solitude. He briefly wondered who he’d meant by “we,” perhaps eating at the table had roused old feelings in him that made him think of his late parents. But deep down, The Beast knew that he’d meant her—Belle. What had been his was theirs now? She and him were now a “we,” and there was no turning back. Come with me. The Beast smiled, tugging the cloth napkin from around his neck and easily pulling out Belle’s chair with her still in it. He offered her his hand, I’ll show you. Belle found it ironic how he used the word guest when he referred to her. She wasn't a guest, she was a prisoner. There really wasn't an option for her presence on the island. She knew that he meant it with kindness, but the truth was this wasn't really choice. She was touched when he told her that it was her home now and that he would do whatever he could to make her comfortable. "Thank you" she replied with heartfelt emotion. It helped to lighten the circumstances of her situation. Forcing a soft smile to her face she spoke softly "I would enjoy a tour with you". He pulled out her chair and offered her his hand. She looked at it blankly for a moment and slowly placed her small delicate hand into his claw. They walked hand in claw down to the cellar where the dust was thick and caused her to sneeze. "We'll need to clean this" she said placing another smile on her face. With another sneeze she blushed and followed him deeper into the enclosure eventually settling on bottle. Keeping her hand in his she followed a few steps behind until she tripped and grabbed his strong firm arm to steady herself. His muscles were like a firm rock. The same tough smooth skin covered his arms as well she discovered. Blushing lightly she said "I'm a bit of a klutz sometimes." They exited the cellar and went to the drawing room where a fire was starting to die out. Shivering lightly she released his hand and made her way over to it crouching down to throw a few more logs on file. Rising slowly she wiped her hands on the hem of her dress showing a bit of her calf as she did. Taking the glass of wine from him, she chose to sit next to him. The candles and the fire illuminated the room nicely making for a nice romantic setting. "I'm sorry that you've been alone for all of those years." she said softly. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" Sipping her wine lightly she looked at him as he spoke studying him. His gray skin looked almost blue in the lighting. She liked the way his mouth moved when he talked. The more he talked and expressed himself the less of the beast her father described existed. Perhaps it was simply her nature to find the good in people. As the wine made her drowsy she found herself leaning against him comfortably. "Is this okay?" she questioned not sure if the proximity she was in with him made him uncomfortable. The Beast took Belle’s hand in one claw and snatched a large, burning torch from its wall sconce as he led her back into the kitchen and down the stone stairs downward, into the cellar. The wines had been expensive when his parents had purchased them, now covered in dust, with most labels faded away into yellow illegibility. He allowed her to select a bottle of her choosing, a vintage Cote De Nuit pilot noir—The Beast was happy to part with it, anything for his Belle. He led her back to the main level of the palace, to a sitting room where a fire was burning, placing the torch in a sconce on the far wall to ensure that they had enough light. The crystal stemware was clean and ready, as he’d anticipated an after dinner drink would be called for. When he turned back to her, with the crystal glasses balanced neatly between his claws, he saw her tending the fire—already growing accustomed, it seemed, to the duties of occupying and keeping up an estate of this size without servants. When Belle had her glass, the two of them sat on the chaise lounge, facing the fire. She’d leaned against his arm, when she stumbled in the cellar, and The Beast’s heart had not stopped racing ever since. Everything about her—this beauty—was so impossibly soft and warm, it was a constant struggle for The Beast to keep his baser nature in check. He wanted to touch her intimately. When she apologized for the years he’d spent in solitude, The Beast smiled warmly. It was sweet of her to worry over his loneliness, though she’d only met him that same day. She had a kind heart, and The Beast appreciated that. Her question about his age, however, was a slightly more distressing. It wasn’t easy to answer. I was twenty-six. The Beast said stoically, staring into the fire as he felt Belle drawing closer and his pulse growing faster. That was the last time that time—as you might interpret it—touched me. It’s been twenty-one years since then. I’ve lived as a monster for almost as long as I lived as a man. When she leaned against his shoulder, some lingering impulse from his life before—the man he was before he became The Beast reached out, instinctively draping his arm around her delicate shoulders, holding her body gently but comfortably against his own. The Beast also seemed to invite the closeness that Belle worried would upset him, the wide, black wing on his back spreading out to drape across her bare shoulders like a shawl, his black feathers caressing the back of her neck. It’s better than okay, Belle. Being close to you, like this… Words failed The Beast—none of the comparisons he could think of paled in contrast to the true emotion he felt with her body so neatly tucked against his side. Instead of trying to explain, with frail and insubstantial words, he resolved to show her instead. With one arm across her shoulders, The Beast caressed her face with his other palm, keeping the claws well clear of her soft, nubile flesh. He turned her face toward his own and gently kissed her, his lips soft and pliant despite their pigmentation. His eyes drifted shut, and he leaned toward her, hugging her body closer with the subtle urging of his wing. She was glad to hear that he was okay with her leaning against. Him. His arm draped over her shoulder making her even more so comfortable. His beautiful wing sprawled out embracing her and pulling her close. She closed her eyes at the light touch of his palm against her face. His lips gently claimed hers, and she found herself not pulling away instead she followed his lead and returned the kiss. Softly she pulled back and ran her fingers ever so lightly over his face. Her body was comfortably almost in his lap. "You were my first kiss" she said softly blushing. "I'm not sure what happened to you to make you this way. But I don't see you as the terrible beast that was described to me. You've been nothing but considerate, sweet and kind since my arrival." Her fingers continued to stroke his elongated face as her eyes stared into his. "I understood that I was to be your bride. But now I understand that there won't be a ceremony. Please be patient with me and allow me some time to get to know you, and open my heart to you. I realize that I have no right to ask this, and if you say no, I will obey you." In reality, she had no rights to ask for such a favor. But she hoped that he would grant her some time before claiming his rights to her. She wanted to get to know him, to admire him, and he was already off to a good start. But her morality had a problem with there not being a proper ceremony. Her head lay upon his chest as she waited for him to respond to her. A low, gentle sigh escaped from The Beast’s nose when the unexpected happened—Belle kissed him back. She didn’t recoil, flinch and run or even grimace as their lips touched, as he expected her to, as they all had, as they always did in his dreams and his imagination. She kissed him back. The Beast’s heart was battering the inside of his chest like mad and even after the kiss was broken, his eyes stayed closed. Belle touched his face, her delicate, gentle fingers lightly trickling over his features as her body scooted closer still, draping herself across his lap and chest. His breathing was ragged with pleasure and his palm moved gently across her face and into her hair. His black eyes looked deep into her blue ones, his lips still slightly parted as she began to speak. She reminded him that she was promised to him as his bride, The Beast nodded faintly, realizing that she’d kissed him out of duty instead of desire. She told him that she wanted to take the time to open her heart to him, which made him think that maybe there was more than duty and the threat of violence leading her actions. Furthermore, she would obey him if he insisted. No—I—My intention wasn’t for anything beyond… I had no intention, truly. I simply couldn’t resist the urge to kiss you any longer. Furthermore, I have no intention to demand anything of you. What you want is what I want for you. When her head came to rest on his chest, The Beast hesitated again, but laid his palm on her head gently, his wing curling around her again to keep her warm and close. He worried that the sound of his heart might be too loud with her ear so close, and worried that the deep resonance of his voice might rattle her teeth, but he resolved to give her the opportunity to make her own choices. If it’s a ceremony you want, I’ll give you a ceremony. By tomorrow evening, I’ll give you what you desire—if your want is still to marry me. I have no intention of pushing you toward anything that you’re not comfortable with. I’m glad, though, that you chose to share your first kiss with me. The Beast planted a gentle kiss on Belle’s scalp, lowering his hand to her shoulder and clutching her to himself. It never occurred to him that he and Belle might be intimate in a physical sense, the logistics of it seemed impossible. But it was hard to sound convincing, that sex wasn’t his intent, with his huge, demonic cock growing thicker and rigid down the leg of his loose, sack cloth pants. He hoped that she wouldn’t notice. Belle listened intently to what he said. His wing enfolded her and embraced her giving her a new sense of security. Raising her head up she looked in his eyes. He was giving her choices, and he wanted her to be happy here with him. This was confusing and not at all what she expected. After all she was still a prisoner here. He could make demands of her if he chose to do so, yet he did not."you truly are a gentleman" she said softly as her eyes searched his. "Where I come from the men, they expect the woman to obey, to clean and cook for them, and be bred like cattle." She let out a light laugh." But you, you are concerned with my happiness. This isn't what I expected. I would like the opportunity to get to know you better before we are wed. I would like to care for you as a wife should in her heart for her husband. Furthermore, I already like you a great deal. Furthermore, I feel very at home and comfortable with you. This is all new and alarming to me." Her lips slowly rose to his and kissed him softly. "Did I do that okay?" she questioned blushing a little at her forwardness to feel his lips once more upon her own. "I think this wine has me a bit intoxicated, I think I should retire for the evening, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Will you do me the honor of escorting me to my room?" In truth, she didn't want to leave the comfort she found under his wing. This was all perplexing to her. Emotions and lack of sense clouded her mind. He was an honorable man, but he wasn't a man. This was something she needed to remember. Perhaps she should have thicker walls up. But really what was the point of that. She was here. There was no leaving this island. At this moment she wasn't even sure if that was something she wanted. Time would tell. It was time that was needed to gage the situation. Time to get to know him and open her heart to the possibility of love. This was something that he offered her which was the most valuable treasure she could have ever asked for. Belle looked up at The Beast, and he smiled, her beauty was infectious, and he never grew tired of looking at her face. She showered him in compliments, building up to what he interpreted as her intention to ask to be set free again, or perhaps a plea to allow some better suited man to come and serve as his proxy in the marital bed. It wasn’t as bad as he’d expected, but the gist was roughly the same. She wanted time. I’ll wait as long as you say we must. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself thus far. Time was a funny thing for The Beast—in one sense meaningless, as he didn’t age at the rate most mortals did, but in another sense so precious, so finite and critical that wasting even a moment was folly bordering on madness. The changes were setting in, and he had no idea how much time he had before the changes to his appearance became permanent. None of this, however, was Belle’s fault, The Beast reminded himself of that. Of course. The Beast smiled as Belle mentioned feeling the effects of the wine, it would be my sincere pleasure. With his arm and wing still draped around her shoulder, The Beast helped Belle to her feet and escorted her back up to the tower by torchlight, keeping the flame far enough from her to avoid any stray embers finding their way to her precious, soft skin. Goodnight, Belle. The Beast said gently, leaning in to kiss her lips tenderly one last time. I look forward to seeing you again in the morning. "I look forward to seeing you again in the morning." Belle smiles up at him again. "Thank you for such a wonderful dinner and stimulating conversation." Opening her door she stepped inside and turned back to him. "Good night." she whispered shutting the door softly separating the two of them. Sitting at her vanity she picked up her brush and ran it through her hair several times before undressing into her tunic. Crawling into bed she pulled the covers over her and fell asleep quickly. The next morning the birds singing and strong beams of sunlight woke her from her slumber. This was the first time she didn't have to worry about feeding her brothers and her father. In a way he freed her from the life she would be expected to have with a human husband. His rights to her, he graciously waived for the time being. He promised her time. One would normally find it difficult to adjust to her situation. But he was so kind and gentle to her, she finds it hard to be hateful or rude. It wouldn't improve the situation in the least. If anything it would only make it more difficult to bare. But with the kindness and graciousness he'd shown her thus far she found herself grateful to him. Even a bit of admiration for all he had been through and for remaining the gentle soul he appeared to be. Belle got dressed in her cleaning gown and made her way to the dining room to clean up from their last evening's meal. However, it appeared he already had. This made her smile as she went into the kitchen. There was a large basket of eggs and assorted meats. Singing softly to herself she began the task of making them breakfast. She saw his appetite and gagged to be sure he was well-fed before their tour. Somehow he had gotten a hold of a pig, and she salvaged back sausage and ham from it. Belle wondered if there was livestock here as she continued to make breakfast. She even went as far to make homemade biscuits one of her specialties for him." It's almost ready" she said with a bright smile to him as he entered. "I hope you don't mind that I cooked for you. It was the least I could do after the meal you prepared last night. I'm not going to be able to carry it all, would you help me?" she asked looking into his dark eyes." I look forward to our tour after we eat" she then added. After escorting her up to her room, The Beast lingered for a long time outside Belle’s door, gently sliding the smooth pads of his fingers over the worn wood of the door. He could hear her, shuffling around inside, preparing for bed, brushing her hair—disrobing. It took some effort to pry himself away from that door, to push down the impulse to open it and go in after her, to make her his. He found the will to do it nonetheless. Once inside his room—the master suite, The Beast pressed himself against the closed door, spreading out his wings across the wall and wedging his weight against the surface. He was breathing heavy, his heart was beating fast and worse yet—his cock was hard. When he’d lived as the man, erections in public were often bothersome nuisances, but there was no hiding The Beast’s cock once it was rigid, it made the stolen pants he was wearing rise up around his calves. He was terrified of himself. How could that precious, porcelain beauty across the hall ever love a monstrosity like him? With her porcelain skin and softer than silk hair—it must have been some kind of trap. For him to touch her would probably shatter her to pieces, him being so grotesque and hard, her so impossibly soft. The Beast dove out of his window at a sprint, taking to wing as he leapt out into the moonlight. He needed to burn up some energy—to live wild for a while. He left the dead man’s pants in his room and flew naked across the wide chasm that separated his island from the mainland.~*~*~*~“You did what?!?” Gaston slammed his stein onto the table, kicking back the wooden chair behind him, sending it clattering to the saloon floor, “you pathetic old fool—how could you? Your own daughter!” Captain O’Hara closed his eyes, turning away in shame as he poured himself another whiskey shot. Nothing that Gaston could say to him could shame him more than he had himself in the hours since he’d abandoned his only daughter to the brutal whims of that monster. Sure the haul had been rich, his new ship able to travel farther and carry back more than his old, rickety, single-mast ever had—but the money was cold-comfort, imagining for the entire voyage what unspeakable deeds were being done against his sweet, innocent, chaste daughter.“You have nothing to say—you miserable, old wretch? She was promised to me!”“I had no choice, damn you! I had nothing more to barter with and that thing would have killed me as sure as you are standing there.”“Coward!”“If you’d seen it, a coward you’d be too.”“Hugh—I am not some trembling, old gaffer like you are. I’d slay the Beast.”“Go on then, if you think you’re so gallant!” one of the old Captain’s sons interjected, “if you’re so desirous to win my sister’s heart and hand, go rescue her. We’ll not detain you—we owe the creature that stole our kin no fealty. There’s a fortune in gold to be had as well, if my father’s telling is true. You need only kill the thing that guards it. If you try and fail, at least we won’t have to listen to your drunken ravings against our family nightly.”“With but a few days to prepare, I’ll do all that and more. I’ll slay that monster and carry away my bride with his fortune as my dowry—just you wait and see. I’ll bounce her on my knee in this very tavern—urging to tell over and over again, how Gaston is more man than all of her male relations put together.”~*~*~*~The Beast awoke to the sound of Belle’s door, startling him awake after only a few fitted hours of rest. He dreamt of the man again—the man he used to be. When he woke up, there was blood on his claws, and only the sound of Belle’s footfalls on the stone steps outside his door reassured him that it wasn’t hers. He remembered something about a boar. The Beast dressed in the loose pants and partially ruined shirt that he’d forced to accommodate his size previously, making his way down after allowing a respectable interval between her departure and his arrival. He came into the kitchen with the smells of cooking meat in his nose—there she was. He knew she’d be there, but she still managed to steal his breath away for a moment, looking as lovely as she did. She asked for his help in bringing the food into the dining room, to which he assented with a curt nod. The Beast’s doubts of the night prior were not forgotten—but with Belle standing before him, it was difficult to imagine any duplicitous intentions in her. Difficult, but not impossible. If the old Captain and his kin were resolved to kill The Beast, poison would be a likely way to do so. As he set the table, The Beast looked dubiously at the mountain of food she’d prepared for him. It wouldn’t be hard to disguise a lethal dose—he resolved not to eat all of what she’d prepared in spite of his ravenous hunger. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I’m fine preparing our meals. The Beast said dryly, tipping a sausage patty over with one claw. It does smell delightful though. When Belle returned with her own portion, The Beast pulled out her chair for her and slid it back once she was seated. He waited for her to take her first bites before he did. This place was once a chain of islands, they were called Atlanta. We were an important port for all water passages East and West of here—there was much wealth to be won. At our largest, this city once housed a population of ten-thousand. Since the…event, everyone has gone except for me. The livestock have gone feral and most of the land has been swallowed by the sea. The rocks that make sailing this area treacherous were once the islands that made Atlanta so rich and vital. Belle listened intently to what he had to say the words "the event" stuck in her mind. He meant of course since he was changed into a beast. The man/beast that presented himself to her was one of the kindest people she'd ever met in her few years of life. Yes to most he would be hideous and terrifying. Perhaps it was her intensive reading that had desensitized her to the reality she found herself in. But his true heart, the one she felt she was seeing was true and kind. Of course there was another side to him which he wouldn't show her, and that was okay as well. As they ate in silence for a few moments she spoke up looking at him in his dark eyes. "What was your name?"she asked innocently. She was almost embarrassed to ask seeing as that should be one of the first questions asked upon meeting someone. Once he told her she repeated his name and let it roll off her tongue in a gentile fashion." I want to thank you for being so kind and patient with me. You're a most gracious host, and you've made me feel welcome into my new home." Placing her napkin upon the table as she finished chewing her last bit of food she smiled at him. "We have a lot of work to do today are you ready? I thought we'd start at the front of the palace and work our way back. I thought we'd start with a good scrubbing then we can whitewash the place. Do we have the ability to procure paint?" she asked unsure of what limitations their island living resulted in. As the scrubbed she sang to him. Her sweet voice echoing through the place. The cleaning they provided to the run-down place provided much of an improvement. It also provided them time to chit-chat and get to know each other better. They even laughed a bit. She enjoyed hearing him laugh. By the end of the day she was exhausted and took comfort after dinner in laying against him and hearing tales of the old days. They were becoming fast friends, and she already felt a tenderness for him that she never assumed was possible for her. He was unlike anyone she had ever met before. Over the next few days they took joy in each other's companionship and made vast improvements to the castle in which they resided. What was once Dewey and dusty now glistened and shined. She wasn't sure how he did the repairs he managed at night while she slept, but she showed great joy with them and gave him a kiss as a reward. There was great satisfaction in feeling his thin lips against hers. She found comfort in the embrace of his wings as he'd hold her close to him. Though he never pushed her past the point of her pulling back. Belle knew there was no place she rather is then with him. One morning at breakfast she surprised him by pulling her chair next to his, so there wasn't such a distance between him and her. Each day she found herself rising and looking forward to spending more time with him. Though soon their peaceful existence was to be shattered. She saw the change in him for the first time when he sensed the ships approaching. Following him outside she could see the flag from Gaston's ship approaching." No" she yelled in terror. "Please don't let him take me" It was much to her surprise that she realized at that moment that she loved the beast. She couldn't fathom the idea of being taken away from him. Especially not by Gaston. The Beast used his claws to cut and lift the first hesitant bites of breakfast into his mouth—the taste of wild boar immediately distinct from that of farm-raised pork on his educated palate. That was something, at least, that hadn’t changed when his appearance had—his profound love of flavor profiles, sensuous tastes and smells. He did love food. Though he felt relatively certain that the food was free from any toxic adulterants or poisons, he still refrained from finishing everything that he was offered. Better safe than dead. It was hard to remain skeptical of Belle, her eyes held no lies in them and her voice was melodic and sincere. Yet he still couldn’t let his guard down. When she asked about what his name had been, the piece of sausage that he was lifting to his mouth tipped off of his finger and landed off the side of his plate—he was caught off guard by the question. Proper names were the province of men—beings more like her who had slender hands and no wings. He was Beast, to think of himself otherwise was slow torment—he could never again be what he once was, or who. It’s irrelevant. The Beast said, not realizing how harsh his words sounded until he heard them back in his own ears, who I was I can never be again. I am Beast now, you’ll need to accept that if you’re to stay here. The look in Belle’s eyes showed The Beast that his words had been much too harsh for the minor slight she’d given him. He immediately regretted the tone he’d taken with her. She was still learning, and she was trying so hard… I was once called Adam. The Beast said at last, averting his eyes to avoid seeing her reaction. When she repeated his name back to him, a shudder ran down his spine, deep enough to cause his feathers to bristle and flutter faintly. He hadn’t heard his human name said by a woman in well over a decade. Her soft voice, caressing the vowels in his name—it almost made him feel human again. Yes, I’ll find us some supplies right away. The Beast nodded in response to her mention of work, trying hard to remember how to make his face resemble a smile.~*~*~*~Cowards. So many so-called men were cowards these days, Gaston had found. Recruiting a crew of reliable seafarers had proven far more difficult and time-consuming than he’d anticipated once he mentioned the mission he was trying to embark on. He made note of those who balked at the idea of facing this danger head-on and resolved never to hire them again for any voyage he would undertake in the near or distant future. Gaston was not one to suffer cowards lightly. After several frustrating weeks of burning bridges and losing respect for those who he thought that he could count on, Gaston at last had compiled a suitable crew of former prisoners, mercenaries, pirates and bounty hunters who agreed with his notion that the rewards from such a prize far outweighed the risks (though they meant a different prize than their Captain). Gold was a powerful motivator for the desperate and down-trodden—but Gaston was driven only by his motivation to make Belle his, the only thing that he’d ever desired that had been denied him. While the dual mast galley sailed through open water toward this mysterious island, Gaston sat in his Captain’s quarters, polishing the gold buttons on his burgundy coat—he always made certain to look his best when at sea. He imagined Belle’s reaction to him—all gallant and gleaming handsome—coming to rescue her from whatever grotesque monster had trundled her off to the edge of nowhere. Oh, how she’d swoon—how she’d praise him and curse that cowardly oaf of a father of hers. She’d lament that she ever doubted his grandiosity—that she ever foolishly imagined that there could be a greater man on earth than Gaston. Why she might sink down to her knees right there and commence to sucking his—“Land ho!” The call from the crow’s nest filtered back through the oak door into Gaston’s quarters. He rose with a brilliant smile and half an erection. He kicked the door open with authority as he strode onto the deck. Gaston drew his gleaming, brass and rosewood flintlock from inside his coat, if only to show it off in the sunlight and made his way to the foredeck where he could see the distinct points of a castle poking up through the haze of the afternoon horizon.“Ready your weapons, men. Don’t expect thisthingto let go easily of the prize we seek. Open the gun-ports and ready yourselves for anything. Make no mistake, there will be blood this day. It’s that thing or us, time to show those cowards back on the mainland what living really is!”~*~*~*~The weeks passed, and The Beast finally allowed himself to trust Belle. He stopped tasting for poison in his food, had fewer and fewer night hunts with no recollection of them in the morning—he even allowed himself to laugh on occasion. It had been a long time since he had cause to laugh earnestly and from the heart. He’d nearly forgotten what that felt like. Over time, The Beast acclimated himself to laughing with Belle, to being close with her, to letting her get close to him. It was almost like what he remembered happiness being like. One afternoon, the two of them were walking the ramparts, discussing potential improvements that would allow them to take their meals together overlooking the vast ocean on days as clear and warm as this one was, when Belle spotted sails on the horizon. Complacency had made The Beast careless in defending his waters. A low growl issued from somewhere deep within his throat as Belle clung to his arm, begging not to be taken by him. She seemed to know who this was—a thought which suddenly shattered the fragile trust they had built with one another. Was it all a trap? Had this whole farce been a long distraction to keep him docile while they prepared a raid party to come and kill him for the sake of looting his stores of wealth and goods? Had all this affection and tenderness been some great ploy to keep him meek until they were ready to come back and finish him off? It all seemed too opportune to be a lie, The Beast wrenched his arm away from Belle roughly and glared at her with hateful eyes. You did this!he shouted, he low voice no longer tender or soft, you set me up! I should never have trusted you. The Beast kept his eyes locked on Belle’s, not turning his back even as he approached the edge of the ramparts. Go back to your room and lock the door from inside, but leave the window open. I’ll break it in if I have to. With that, The Beast dove from the ramparts, falling for solid, uninterrupted seconds before spreading his wings and catching the wind, leveling off into a glide. As he approached, The Beast could see plainly that this was not some lost fishing vessel—this was a warship, come to make war on him and his island. She had known it was coming. Whether or not Belle was implicated, she knew who this was and knew to be afraid. The Beast decided that he would only make a preliminary pass for now, the ship was still over an hour from the shallows. The Beast took a high pass over the warship, letting the wide shadow of his wingspan pass across the deck. A shot rang out from the deck and The Beast tucked his wings, doing a fast somersault in the air to quickly turn himself around and head back to the refuge of his palace. More shots rang out as The Beast flew away, but they missed worse than the first shot had—they were wasting ammo. The Beast landed roughly on Belle’s balcony, slashing through her recently hung curtains with his claws as he passed into her room, demanding answers while his eyes sent sparks of hatred in her direction. Who are they? What do they want? Are you involved with this? Has this all been a plot to murder me? Answer me! The Beast barked, taking hold of Belle’s forearm to bring her close, not realizing how tightly he was grabbing her. It was only then that he realized that the first shot had grazed his arm and he was dripping blood onto the floor. His first accusation caused her mouth to drop and tears sprung to her eyes. Gathering her dress she bolted back into the castle. She stumbled as she ran up the stairs and her tears fell harder from her eyes as she picked herself up and ran into her room slamming the door behind her. She collapsed on the bed crying uncontrollably how could he think she would have done this? Furthermore, she wasn't sure if she was crying because of the pain he had endured over his life, or if it was that he could suspect she would have anything to do with it. Her head turned at the ripping of the curtains, a moment later he was in her room and pulling her off the bed to him. She winced and cried out at the grip on her arm." How could I?" she questioned yelling back at him. "His name is Gaston, he is a horrid man that believes he owns me. I would rather die a thousand deaths then be his wife, much less in the same room with him. "Tears still fell from her eyes as she stared back in his. "Why would I want you dead? Why would I wish that on you of all people Adam." The confusion and truth were written all over her face "you're bleeding" she gasped wrenching her arm from him and tearing the hem of her dress to bind his arm. "Please believe me Adam", she pleaded "I have never lied to you and I never will. Nor will I ever willingly leave you. How could I when I love you"The words all came rushing out of her mouth as the tears still fell, and she bound his arm with the loving gentle care she had always given him. What had started out as another wonderful day had turned horrid? He was irate and with good reason. The man had been through unknown terrors and had been betrayed by probably countless people. But she was not them. For the first time she was seeing another side of him. It didn't frighten her in the way it would to most. The part she was most scared of was being without him." If you can't believe me then turn me over to him and I will dive into the sea and drown for living my life without you isn't and option." yes it was dramatic, but it was the truth. She would die before letting Gaston have her, and there was no other man she could want after getting to know Adam." Or better yet throw me from the balcony, or better yet I'll jump and save you the trouble." with that she pounded on his chest. "How could you? She screamed in anger, "How could you believe that I would have anything to do with this. Has this past week shown you nothing?" Tears continued to fall from her eyes as she collapsed against him still beating with wishful strength against his chest Belle’s tears hurt The Beast more than the grazing wound on his arm, he released her as she pulled away and felt foolish as she began tending to his wound with the same gentle care as she did everything else. He felt silly all at once for believing that she could have been the author of his betrayal—this girl had no malice in her, she was pure and uncomplicated in her righteousness. She was more horrified by the arrival of these intruders than he was. Then everything changed. She said that she loved him. The Beast’s mouth fell open, and he felt more like Adam than he had in ages, he realized all at once that he loved her too. As she swore her innocence and volunteered to kill herself rather than being taken from his side, The Beast was overwhelmed by emotion. He let go of his mistrust, his self-loathing, his crippling fear and doubt and kissed her—passionately and earnestly, with all he was worth. His lips locked with hers and his tongue ventured gently into her mouth, coaxing hers into a brief, intimate dance between them—a tale as old as time. I’m sorry that I doubted you, The Beast said at last, once the kiss was broken, gently cradling her cheek, using the pad of his thumb to delicately wipe a tear from her cheek with his claws mingled in her soft hair, if you say that you had nothing to do with this attack, I believe you. Stay here, keep yourself safe. I’ll do what I can to resolve this without unnecessary bloodshed. The Beast kissed her softly and let her finish binding his wound, the pain at last reaching him, reassuring him that he was still alive. I’m glad to know that I can count on you, Belle. I love you. With that, The Beast withdrew his claw from Belle’s face and turned toward the window, diving out before he had a chance to look back on her face. If he had, he might have been tempted to stay. There was no choice, she was worth protecting, and he would protect her.-*-*-*-“You all saw the beast! He’s real! He’s everything they said he was, and he’ll kill us all, sure as I’m standing here!” the first mate was crying at the Captain’s back, but Gaston was crouched over a small patch of the foredeck.“See here!” Gaston said at last, wiping his finger across the boards and holding it up triumphantly with a ruddy smear across his index finger, “blood! I winged it! If the Beast can bleed it can be killed. Do not let yourselves be unmanned by a shadow! Weigh the anchor, we’re going ashore.”“But Captain—” the first mate Kyle tried to interject.“I’ll hear no more mutinous talk! Nothing has changed, we proceed as planned. Nothing will stop us from capturing our prize.” as Gaston spoke from the bow of the ship, he seemed to be getting higher, rising up above those cowering below him—it made him feel powerful. Perhaps it was a large swell, or a fluke of the tides, but the shadows of the mast and even Gaston’s own shadow lengthened toward the stern. It wasn’t until one of the newer recruits stumbled that he realized that this was not a consequence of his rhetorical brilliance—the front of the ship was in fact heaving up, out of the water. Gaston tried to find his balance, but succeeded only in falling onto his rear and sliding with the rest of the crew to the back of the ship. By the time The Beast surfaced, drawing in a long, deep breath having held it for so long, the entire ship was nearly standing up on its back end. With his wings and feet beating furiously at the water, he lowered his grip, swiftly walking his hands down the underside of the ship until one final heave and push sent the whole thing tipping the other direction, capsizing itself the long way. There were screams and general chaos in the water as sailors struggled to escape the wreckage. The Beast emerged from the water with a few heavy swipes of his exhausted wings. You were warned not to come here, now you must pay the price. Some of the stronger swimmers tried to aim pistols while treading water, but their powder and flints were hopelessly soaked. Those that tried to fire were quickly slashed to death by the swooping Beast. At last, he grabbed hold of the mighty anchor chain, beating his exhausted wings with every ounce of strength left in them until he was able to lift the anchor from the water. He swung the heavy, metal hook in one wide arc before sending it crashing into the center of the ship’s hull—splintering the underside into wet wreckage. Do not set foot upon my island, lest you all meet the fate of those who tried to kill me. Only death awaits you on shore. Go back where you’ve come from if you hope to live. The Beast remembered the name that Belle had told him—Gaston, but he knew not how to recognize him from the others. He ought to have killed that man, but with his body exhausted and muscles aching from the tearing strain he’d subjected them to, he could only fly back to her and hope that the wreck was enough to kill the man who hunted him and sought to possess her. He flew back to the arms of his love, with strength that he didn’t know the origin of. She watched as he leapt from the balcony, her lips still tingling from the passionate kiss. Belle watched as he flew toward the ship then her view became obstructed. There was a lot of screaming, shooting and loud crashing noises. She could hear him yelling at them but couldn’t make out the words he said. The shooting seized, but there was still a lot of crying out. The words against the roaring waves were a blur to her ears. Adam reappeared on her balcony and her arms went around him clinging to him tightly. “I’m so happy you’re ok.” She said before checking him over like a mother hen to be sure there weren’t any more wounds that needed patching. When convinced he was indeed ok she went back to his arms and found his lips with hers. Her tongue danced with his in its own private dance as his wings folded around her. Then she heard her name being shouted in a voice she’d never hoped to hear again.“BELLE! I’ve come to rescue you” Belle froze in Adams arms with fear and anger.“GO HOME GASTON AND NEVER RETURN TO MY HOME AGAIN” she shouted with a deep seeded anger.”You can’t be serious Belle” he retorted”I’M DEADLY SERIOUS GASTON. LEAVE NOW BEFORE MY HUSBAND SEES FIT TO RIP YOU TO SHREDS”“You couldn’t have”“I DID WILLINGLY WITH MY HEART AND SOUL, NOW GO AND NEVER RETURN” His return words she could not hear as she clung to Adam. But then there was silence. It was true she exaggerated the fact about Adam being her husband. But she knew in her heart that one day he would be. It had only been a week of getting to know each other, and she already knew that she wanted no other.“Please rest before you go out again.” She said softly to Adam leading him to her bed where she climbed upon it and waited for him to lay down before curling up against him. With him, she was home. She had meant the words she said and was as emotionally drained as he must be physically.“You have to know” she whispered lightly between kisses. “You are my home now, I meant what I said Adam. I love you with a fire that burns in my soul. I’ve never felt this before. It is the most magnificent and scary thing.” She said smiling with a bit of a giddy giggle as she buried her face in his neck. She loved the feel of his tough smooth skin against hers. Although she knew they were destined to be husband wife. She hoped that he would continue to court her as he had been. She loved the romance that was brewing between them. She could tell he was growing un easy to check and be sure all had gone. Slowly she unattached herself from him. “Go do your sweep my darling, and please be careful. I’ll go down to the kitchen and start our lunch while I wait for you, unless you wish me to wait here? She wasn’t sure that the castle was safe yet so she sought out his permission to move throughout their home freely. The wreck was pure chaos, and it was all that Gaston could do to find a wooden piece of what had once been his mighty ship’s railing to avoid being dragged under by the tremendous downward pull of the hull and masts of the ship sinking to the bottom of the sea, so many others were dragged down with it. He kicked hard to get clear of the wreckage, watching as the hulking monster lilted back to his castle on clearly fatigued wings. Gaston’s outfit was ruined and all the style had been washed out of his hair—he looked a mess. In spite of his shabby appearance, Gaston saw an opportunity and aimed his pistol at the retreating beast, but the flint struck with a hollow clack and the powder was soaked, it wouldn’t fire. The current carried the rail he was riding closer to shore, toward the sheer cliffs atop which the monster’s imposing sanctum sat. It was difficult to see anything from so far away, but as the monster perched again, the unmistakable feminine form of his beloved Belle could be seen. The monster dragged her against his frightful gray body. Gaston called out to her with all the strength he could muster into his voice. They bantered for a moment, but the beast had apparently cast some vile dark magic spell over her mind—she truly seemed to believe that shewantedto be with that monstrosity. Gaston hoped she couldn’t see the disheveled state of his hair and apparel. When the two of them left the balcony, escaping his view, Gaston kicked with all the might in his muscular, manly legs, pushing himself away from the deadly cliffs and jagged rocks toward a small cove where a sandy beach awaited. Those who weren’t as athletically gifted as Gaston weren’t able to escape the pull of the tide, many were dashed to pieces against the rocks, even after surviving the crash itself. On the beach, Gaston found a handful of others who were fortunate enough to survive, some of whom helped him onto the beach.“You’re a fool, Gaston!” The First Mate proclaimed, once the Captain was safe on his back in the sand, “You led us into a massacre for the sake of your vanity. Was there ever even any gold? Now we’re stranded here, it may be days before we can lash together a suitable boat to get us back to the mainland—much less get us back home! There’s no telling how long we have until that monster comes back to finish the rest of us off.” Some were already in the process of building a fire from driftwood and lashing together a rudimentary shelter from pieces of the wreckage and bits of timber that were scattered around the beach.“Of course there’s gold,” Gaston answered, coughing up seawater between words, “the prize I promised you all is still within reach—and my prize is no less available to me now, it will just require more stealth than previously anticipated. We don’t have our deck cannons anymore, but we’ve still got our brains—that’s how we’ll kill that monster, with our human cunning.”“No!” the First Mate insisted adamantly, “neither I nor any of my men will lend a finger to your mad schemes ever again, and if we’re fortunate enough to survive this, I’ll make certain that everyone knows what a foolhardy, selfish Captain you make. You’ll never sail again if I have my way.”“So quick to judge,” Gaston huffed, sitting back up, “do you think that thing will just let you leave, now that you’ve seen it? You saw what he did to my grand ship, do you think that a hasty raft will fare better against his wrath? The only way for us to survive is to kill that beast, then we may make our escape—not before.”*-*-*“Don’t go.” The Beast couldn’t say much else, his lungs burned from seawater and exertion, his muscles had now settled enough for the agony of being torn and wrenched from their proper alignment. From the moment he lay down on the bed he felt the effects of his tremendous outpouring of force. He’d never pushed this new body of his that hard before and had caused himself great distress by doing so. He couldn’t rise from her bed even if he’d wanted to. He didn’t want to.“Stay with me, Belle. Please. I—“ the Beast trailed off, a faint catch creeping into his voice as he struggled to lift his arm enough to lightly cradle Belle’s beautiful face in his palm as had become his welcome custom lately, he felt more like Adam now than he had since the change, “I don’t want to be alone. My body is broken from what I just did, and I’m afraid. You—you’re the only thing that I care about anymore, Belle. I love you too.” With the gentlest of urgings, the Beast beckoned Belle’s lips to his, his tongue meeting hers in welcome friction as hers had done on the balcony. He could scarcely move, but instinctually his other arm labored until his hand managed to wrap gently around her waist. He was soaking wet, his feathers and hair making her sheets and dress sodden with seawater, but he didn’t care. Furthermore, he wanted her with him, truly with him, and he wanted to be with her.“I know that we’re not yet wed,” the Beast said softly once the kiss broke, his forehead pressed against hers, “but I want you. I want to be with you physically, as man and wife would be. I understand if that disgusts you, but I—I want you as a man wants a woman, even if I can no longer claim to be one.” With that, he searched her eyes, unable to do much more than painfully lean toward her, the shredded and torn muscles of his back screaming with agony at the small movement.“I still carry the needs and wants of a man, and you make me feel like one, Belle. Will you stay with me, now? Will you love me as a wife?” "Rest my darling" she whispered softly to him worried about his welfare. "You must rest and once we are free from this invasion we will be free to love each other as a man and a woman do. Na the thought does not disgust me. I am merely frightened as any woman is upon the eve of her wedding night." She kissed him deeply and rested her head upon his chest. "I meant what I said" her soft voice trickled to his ear. "I have thought much on the subject, and after today it has occurred to me that it would be too dangerous to have another human set foot upon our island. Na, we shall still wed, but it will be a hand-fasting between us. But we must be free of this invasion first. I am certain that Gaston will not give up and although I wish no harm upon men, his silence will only be once his breath is no longer. Please my love do not think me wicked for suggesting so." Tears fell from her eyes as she clung to him. "You are my home Adam" she whispered before kissing him again. "How I wish I could help you recover, is there anything I can get for you? Food? A hot bath? It hurts me to see you in such a state." She hoped she had softened the blow of rejecting his request to claim her at this moment. But it was not how she wished to remember their first time. Nor would she wish for him to be exerted further and completely defenseless is they charged the castle. No first time should follow one of their wonderful evenings together. In the distance she could hear shouting but couldn't make the words out. Which meant that Adam would be able to hear it as well. They were not as free as they had hoped to have been. As much as she detested the idea of slaughtering them all she knew they had little choice. If they were to have any peace in their lives it would come from ensuring there were no survivors. Belle clung close to Adam he was her everything. Gaston shouted at the few men still breathing." Rise, you fools! Our time is now! This beast is wounded. We must strike while he is weak!" The men roused, exhausted from their swim and the hard sail before it. Their guns now useless, they'd be forced to fight with blades or whatever weaponry they could find along the way. At least they knew the beast could bleed. A short climb up the craggy cliffs found the men at the base of the castle. No one stood guard, and the gates were left open. Did anyone live here besides that horrid beast? The men raced through the garden, still vibrant with life when all else seemed dead, and searched for stairs, anxious to climb the tower and conquer the demon. Crossing through a dark hall, they armed themselves with ancient swords and battle-axes which hung from the walls. Climbing the stone stairs, they headed to the room which they'd seen the beast enter from the balcony.~~~~~~Anger filled his blood, exploding into his arteries, expanding his veins. Weak and exhausted though he was, he no longer cared. Rejected by his love, with enemies in his house, the beast stood from his beloved's bed and stormed to the door, ignoring the woman's cries. Throwing the door open, the beast looked down the hall. Six men brandishing swords and axes were grouped at the top of the stairs. Upon his appearance, they charged down the hall, shouting at the top of their lungs. The beast stood as the men circled him, his eyes glowing red with hate. The First Mate, emboldened by the pool of blood gathering at the beast's feet, swung wildly at the strange creature. His sword was knocked away by a casual brush of the beast's powerful arm. His head followed the sword, both bouncing harmlessly over the stone floor. The five remaining men attacked in unison, hoping to overwhelm the beast with numbers. A powerful sweep of his wing knocked them all to the ground. In no mood for mercy, the beast attacked. His claws gashed the men to pieces while his wings bashed their bodies against the ancient stone walls. Weapons fell uselessly from dead hands. In a blink of an eye, only one remained. What's your name, mortal?" I'm, I'm Gaston," the man replied. "Please, I'm sorry. I will leave and never return. You can keep the woman." Can I? Thank you for your generosity. What would you like in return for this gift?the beast growled with sarcasm. Gaston, with hopes rising, replied, "Only safe passage home. That's all I request of you." Home you shall go then. With that, the beast grabbed the man by his throat and lifted him into the air, flying out from the balcony of Belle's room. Over the seas they flew, as Gaston bled out in the beasts grasp. At dawn, they reached home. Hovering over the pier, townsfolk aghast in horror, the beast dropped Gaston's dead and mangled corpse to the ground. Then, he left.

Belle and the Beast|rating:4.0

Jaz and Lucius - the vampire huntress seduced.

Jazz woke up in a cold sweat. Cocking her ear she slowly slid a wooden stake from her boot. The night was too quiet, not even an insect chirped. She lay there still as a post eyes slit open waiting. The nearby slither of clothing betrayed the presence of the vamp. With a roar it was on her, superhuman strength nearly overpowered her. Adrenaline pumping she brought up her hand and shoved the stake in the vamps' chest. She was immediately rewarded with a choking cloud of dust enveloping her. Thankfully it was only one vamp and not a pack. Standing up she brushed her jeans and shirt off. Damn, she thought the sun had already set meaning she had slept longer than normal. Rolling up her bedroll and packing her supplies she saddled her horse and stowed everything behind the saddle. In the distance she could see dim lights of the next town to check out. Sighing she mounted up and clicked her tongue setting off at a trot. Jaz was tired. She had been hunting vamps for over ten years now. Ever since she had watched her entire family slaughtered from the hiding place her father had made her slide into. Alone and grieving she had encountered an old vamp hunter, and he had trained her well. The once gangly teenager had blossomed into a beauty. Long ebony hair pulled back in a queue framed a delicate face with sculpted cheekbones, straight nose, arched eyebrows over large expressive gray eyes and full kissable lips. Jaz hid her beauty, she couldn’t afford to become involved with anyone, she wouldn’t want to involve a lover in her business it was too dangerous, so she rode alone. Dressed in jeans, over the knee boots, denim shirt and bandana. The clothing concealed her lush body. The only thing that marked her as a woman was her height of 5’4” and she was usually mistaken for a young boy. Her flat brimmed hat cast shadows over her face and her appearance, armed on horseback wearing her leather duster normally frightened people, and they stayed clear of her. Once in a while some brave mayor would approach her needing help with an infestation problem. She would take pay for those assignments. It was a practical necessity, she had to eat. Her senses well-developed she let her mind wander a bit. She had told her old teacher she would hunt until she had avenged her family. She was after a certain vampire. The vampire that had murdered her family was called Harlow, a ruthless sadistic vampire he was known for torturing some victims in his lair for weeks on end before taking their lives. Her leather gloved hand clenched and relaxed whenever she thought of him. She WOULD find and destroy him. She may die, but she would be sure to take him with her and send him to hell. Boisterous laughter filled the small pub as the mortals drank and grew less and less sober as the minutes ticked by. The night was still young and yet the pub was already growing more crowded than Lucius cared for. His dark green eyes slid over to a few older men who were laughing rather drunkenly. Absolutely disgusting creatures they were. And utterly bothersome. He turned back to his drink in hand, a prop merely. The alcoholic drink held no desire for Lucius. The smell was repulsive. No, Lucius desired a drink richer than that of beer and whiskey. A drink that was the nectar of all life, the richest wine on Earth. Blood." Yes! Hahaha! AND I SAID, get your scrawny ass out of my shop, Lady! Hahaha!" Lucius turned towards the voices of the men again, glaring at them, annoyed. He was forced to sit here, for he told Harlow he would meet him in this particular pub. Harlow was his creator. He had created him around 100 years ago. And now Harlow had contacted him and wished to meet him here. Harlow only contacted Lucius when he wished for favors. Whether it be to assist in a massacre or other more complicated things. Scowling, the drunken men finally noticed him sitting there and the one man, the loudest of them all, thought it wise to compliment on the annoyed look that had settled on Lucius' face." Aye, what be you looking at Lady!?" The man asked, and then laughed along with his buddies. Anger flared inside Lucius as he watched the overweight drunks. How easy it would be to murder them all right now. As easy as crushing a butterfly's wing between his fingers." I was merely admiring your enormous intake of alcohol and how utterly ridicules the three of you look. Like three drunk pigs." Lucius commented, his calm voice was silky and mocking. He watched as the loud one stood up angrily, fist balled, his face changing a variety of colors in anger. How amusing he was! Lucius' eyes rolled over him condescendingly, and he swept a hand through his dark curly hair that framed his chiseled face." Why you! I ought to show you a thing or two. Who the hell do you think you are!" The man yelled at him as he started towards him. Lucius looked unconcerned even as the man was soon standing next to his barstool where he sat. Lucius raised a dark eyebrow at him, but his dark eyes were smoldering. A warning. One the other man failed to notice. The drunk swung at him and Lucius moved in a flash. He grabbed his fist before it could make contact with him and stood up, forcing the bigger man back. His other hand shot out to grab the drunk by the neck, his fingers tightening." Don't try that again." Lucius warned him, his silky voice sounded dangerous. Lucius' eyes flashed crimson for a split second. Lucius lowered his voice as the man sputtered, wide-eyed and clearly frightened. "I could kill you right here and now. Give me a reason to." He whispered, with a pleasant smile, contradicting the chilling words. The man's friends were not very smart though, and half the bar was watching now. The other men advanced on him. Looked like Lucius would be having dinner a little earlier tonight. His hands tightened around the man's neck, and then he snapped it like one would a twig, the man fell limp. Lucius turned as the other humans advanced on him. Foolish. He hissed at them, and they faltered at the animalistic sound. Lucius did not however as he advanced on them. He killed them quickly, one with a dagger and the other the same way as the first. He managed not to get a single drop of blood on himself. At this point though the entire bar was in an uproar. Glasses were flying, a pistol or two rang out. A bar fight ensued. The humans, being the pathetic creatures they were, fought each other instead of him. A smile played around his pristine lips at the havoc that he had wrought." Good evening, gentleman." Lucius said, stepping over the pool of blood that stained the floor and the dead man that he had killed. He reached down and searched his pockets, finding a few coins, he pocketed them. Then Lucius straightened up, avoided a beer glass as it soared through the air, and stepped out into the calm night air, looking unbothered by the previous events. Lucius looked down the empty street, the cloak he wore made a soft hissing sound as he walked. His dark eyes spoke a tale of hunger and impatience. He spotted either a rather plain woman or a young man on a horse coming towards town. Either way, here came his meal. With a sadistic smirk Lucius leaned against a building, letting the shadows engulf him, as he waited for the person to ride closer.(Hope that was alright. :)) Jazz stiffened as she rode into the village. No sounds of revelry though the pub was ablaze with lights. Her keen sense of smell only picked up the overwhelming scent of alcohol and tobacco. Dismounting, she tethered her horse to a hitching post and walked inside the pub. The carnage that greeted her set her teeth on edge. Moving to the nearest man she crouched and checked him for the tell-tale bite mark of a vampire. His neck had been snapped. Checking the other victims left her confused. It appeared someone had just mowed them all down with superior strength, but it couldn’t be a vampire, he would have fed, draining his victims. With a heavy sigh she stood and pushed open the doors to step outside. The crisp night air preferable to the stifling atmosphere of the pub, besides there was nothing she could do for the dead. Untying her horse she led him to a watering trough, sitting down on a crate while her horse drank his fill. So absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t hear the rustle of cloth, or the slow footsteps until it was too late. Spinning around she faced the vampire, immediately dropping to a crouch to reach for her stake. For the first time in her short life she was too slow. Seduced into thinking the area safe. Lucius watched as the figure on the horse approached the town. He still couldn't tell whether it was male or female, not that it really mattered. Blood was blood, either way. Well, for the most part. If someone was overweight or malnourished, the blood had a poor quality to it opposed to a young fit person. That was beside the point though. His eyes gleamed from the lights shining out the windows of the pub like a beacon. Lucius slid his hands into his pockets as the person dismounted and walked into the pub. He smirked, fully prepared to hear a shriek but none came. Normally someone would react a little more loudly to walking in on a bunch of dead bodies. But no sound came from the bar. How bothersome. Lucius pressed back against the building as the human stepped out again. He knew it was a human from the beating of the heart he could hear clearly. He watched and followed at a leisurely pace as the mortal brought the horse to a trough and sat down, completely letting their guard down. Foolish, foolish. When would these humans learn? One would think witnessing what had happened in the pub would heighten a person's guard. A smirk played on his lips as he crept up behind the mortal, not bothering to be quiet about it. Why bother? Like he could be out-ran or over-run. The thought alone was reticular. As he crept up his fangs lengthened slightly.Finally, Lucius was noticed though, and the person spun around and dropped into a crouch. A surprising reaction which resulted in Lucius raising an eyebrow and dropping into a crouch hardly a second later. His green eyes inspected the person whom he noticed to be a woman. Closer he could see the delicate features of her face. He also noticed how she reached for something, conjuring a stake. Lucius smiled in delight as his adrenaline rushed. This explained her odd behavior." Ah, a hunter." He said, flashing her a glimpse of his fangs. "What a pleasant surprise. Hunters always do taste better than the rest." He seemed so unconcerned. Lucius did have the upper hand though. The hunter had reacted rather slowly to the whole ordeal. Lucius sprung forward and easily wrestled the stake from her hands. He then straightened and took a casual step back, looking down at the stake." A wooden stake. How original." He said, his silky tone was mocking her. He easily snapped the wood in two and then tossed the pieces over his shoulder. Lucius turned his dark gaze back to the female hunter." It is ironic though, don't you think?" Lucius asked her, conversationally. Not in a friendly way but in a befitting sort of way. A way that seemed to emit the sense that he was only talking to her right now because he was going to kill her in the next few minutes. "Too bad you didn't show up 10 minutes ago. Those pathetic mortals in the bar might have used your help." Lucius stepped closer to her and then suddenly appeared behind her." So, the hunter becomes the prey." He whispered into her ear as his fingers of his right hand stroked her neck, just above the pulsing vain, and his left hand grabbed her shoulder in a vice grip, holding her in place. "Tell me. Are you afraid?"(I was thinking that he might recognize her as his soul mate once he tastes her blood, or something?) Jazz couldn’t believe she had missed this; the lack of blood had fooled her. Truth was she had never seen a vampire kill his victims without draining their blood. She remembered all too well the massacre of her family. She tried to avoid looking directly in his eyes knowing he could respell her. Her fingers clenched into a fist, body rigid. Mentally calculating the odds of her surviving. The odds were not good, his advantage too great, all because she had foolishly let her guard down. Jaz snorted, clearly unamused by his banter. She trembled, his breath in her ear, silky, seductive, hand caressing her neck near her jugular. Shaking her head to clear it she hissed. “I know your tricks; I’ve killed many of your kind. Afraid?” she chuckled trying to turn her head to see him." You aren't the vampire I'm hunting, so I'll make you a deal," she said her tone sarcastic. "I'll let you live, you go your way, I go mine." she looked back at him watching his face. Lucius continued to stroke her neck, his fingertips brushing her jugular vein tauntingly. He knew exactly where he would place his mouth if he was to bite her. Exactly where he would sink his fangs into her soft creamy flesh. From what he could tell she was rather plain, but she had a strong pulse and soft skin. Lucius breathed in deeply. He couldsmellthe blood that ran in tunnels under her skin. He exhaled at hearing her speak, surprised that she almost sounded angry. Not like many of his other victims. He was surprised by her nerve and the gall she had. The sarcasm in her voice was a refreshing change, although it was rather irritating. He wanted to squash any fight she had in her. Any confidence. Lucius wasn't used to people not succumbing quickly to the fear. Not begging. This. This was different. But Lucius could adjust to change well. He'd just have to handle this differently." You sound more frustrated than frightened." Lucius commented with a light chuckle. Humans. They were just so amusing at times. "Usually, it's the same thing." Lucius continued, unhurriedly and unworried by her words. "You mortals are usually so predictable. Who are you? I get that one a lot. What are you doing? Why me? Please, no." His tone was mocking when he spoke of what previous victims had uttered before he killed them. This was like a game to him. Lucius was toying with her. For now. Lucius tilted his head slightly now. "By the way, my dear hunter, I don't believe that you're in the position to be making demands." His tone had an underlying threat that clung to the honey-sweetness of it." In fact." He said, and pretended to ponder this for a moment. "I do believe it's the other way around. How about this for a bargain. I won't kill you if you let me take you to my humble abode without a fight. If you do fight, well, I still won't kill you. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it?" He chuckled. "But it won't be pleasant for you. I'm thinking I'll save your blood for once we arrive. I'd rather not dirty my shirt just yet. But that can be easily changed if you are feeling rather... rebellious." Either way she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. He could bite her now to weaken her, then tie her up. Or tie her up, take her back, and bite her then. Lucius was hungry, and he was going to get some of her blood. It was just a matter of now or later." What do you say, hunter?" Lucius asked her, his warm breath fanning out on her neck. He was only succeeding in making her angrier. Her eyes flashed dangerously, jaw set stubbornly. If he thought she would just kneel down and beg he was sadly mistaken.“Oh I don’t think so,” she countered in a mocking tone. “I will catch you unaware and stake you, send you to hell where you belong, make no mistake about it.” She laughed, “Oh priceless the vampire is bargaining with the hunter. I don’t think so. You may have the upper hand at this moment, but that has been known to change.” She wrenched her shoulder free and turned to gaze full into his eyes. The fire in hers unmistakable.“If you are feeling lucky, then jump, otherwise let me go, and I won’t kill you.” Her voice cold as ice, that and the look on her face said she meant business. Lucius watched her determined eyes and heard her cold and yet very serious words. She sincerely believed every word that slipped past her pink lips. How could this human be serious? She was obviously delusional. Did she honestly think that she could kill him? He was a demon of the night. A naturally made killer. He was stronger and faster than her, not to mention must older. He looked at her, his green eyes meeting her own eyes. Furthermore, he saw the fire that was there, burning, burning to kill him. Furthermore, he matched it with his own calm look and then amusement flickered in his eyes. Genuine amusement. Lucius laughed, not just a mere chuckle this time. An actual laugh. It sounded musical yet mocking and cruel." I-I'm sorry." He said, containing his laughter, but a taunting smile played on his lips now, tugging constantly at the corners. He didn't sound, sorry. "How very rude of me. You see. That is just quite comical. Didn't you already try to stake me?" He asked, sarcastically. "I don't think that went too well the first time." He let her wrench free of his grip as she stared up at him, angrily. It was rather amusing, and it did good for a laugh, but he really did wish to stomp out her resistance. He'd have her under his boot, yet." Really? I'd like to see you try to kill me. It'll be more enjoyable when I finally drink from you." Lucius said, turning serious as well. He straightened slightly as he looked down at her, waiting for her to make a move. "Go ahead, give it your best shot, little hunter. Countless slayers have tried before you. You're not the first and you won't be the last. This shall be rather fun."" Lucius." A voice came from the darkness behind him. Lucius knew immediately who it was, yet he didn't take his eyes from the hunter. He merely tilted his head to the left slightly." Harlowe." Lucius greeted him, formally. "You finally made it." Harlowe came to stand beside Lucius and stare down at the hunter as well. He looked older than Lucius. Around 36 when he had been changed. Dark circles fell beneath his eyes and his brown hair was long. His eyes were a brown with a permanent reddish tint. If Lucius seemed evil, Harlow was ten times worse." Yes." Harlow drawled, his voice was silky as well, but had less of the dark appeal that Lucius' had. "And here I find you to have murdered those mortals in the pub so quickly and out here playing with your food." Lucius smirked, his eyes sliding sideways to glance at Harlow before he looked back at the hunter. "Some food is more fun to toy with than others." Jazz visibly bristled, his taunting laughter and condescending tone grated on her already taut nerves. She had a back-up stake in easy reach, just an innocent slide to her back while she kept him talking, and he’d be dust. She stiffened hearing the oh too familiar voice floating behind him. Furthermore, she’d know that voice and that visage anywhere; he was the nightmare she could never shake free of. “Harlow,” she breathed her eyes raking over the older vampire. Jazz felt as though the air had been sucked from her lungs, tension hanging in the air. He hadn’t changed since the last time she saw him, but she didn’t expect him to. What had changed was the increase in power the added aura of danger that he exuded? He would not be an easy kill. This was the one vampire she feared. Jaz unflinchingly met his stare. She would not show fear, though in his presence she felt the frightened little girl once more. She had to divert her eyes to gaze back at Lucius for fear of him recognizing her eyes. They were the eyes of her mother who he raped before he took her life. Lucius couldn't help but to notice the hunter's reaction to the arrival of his creator. Lucius was already in tune with his surroundings then any mere mortal could dream to be. He saw the human stiffen, as if afraid or shocked. Recognition flickered in her eyes and then nothing more. Not so tough now, are you? Two against one. Not that I'd need another with me to take you. Lucius thought to himself, a bit smugly, but a bit jealously. Why couldn't she have been this wary when it had been just them? Was Lucius losing his touch? No, never. This mortal was just extremely foolish. And a hunter. A sour mix, if any. Still though, her human reactions amused him even more. He could hear her heart rate increase slightly. Only one thing could cause that. Fear. Lucius smirked." Not so tough now, are you, my dear?" Lucius asked, his sweet voice was laced with malice and a growing hunger. Harlowe watched the exchange and then settled his eyes on the woman before them. Nothing like the woman he normally took and drained dry. This one was plain, yet there was something familiar about her. But what was it?" Have I seen you before?" Harlow asked, stepping in front of the human, blocking her from Lucius' view. Lucius merely stepped sideways, keeping the hunter in his view. He walked closer to his creator and the slayer, standing next to them, close enough to hear their breathing as he watched. It hit him then, that they might know each other. The recognition he saw earlier in her eyes. She knew him. But how? That was the million-dollar question." Yes. Your eyes. I know whose they remind me of." Harlow said, staring into her eyes. "A woman, a while ago. Yet nottoolong ago. I remember her. I raped her. And you know what? She enjoyed it. The sick little slut liked it as I rammed into her again and again. She moaned, like the whore she was." Harlow said, slowly, trying to bait her. He had a smile on his face, as if the memory brought him pleasure. Perhaps this was the woman's child?" Yes, I remember her well. And then after I finished with her disgusting mortal body, I killed her. Slowly. I bit her breasts, and took blood from there. Then her stomach, and her thighs, and then finally her neck. She begged me for mercy. I gave none." Harlow said, a sick smirk on his twisted face. Lucius watched the exchange, tense, in case a fight broke out. Harlow's brutality was legendary. Lucius' eyes showed no emotion. He was used to his creator's sadistic pleasures. He had witnessed many things that Harlow had done before. It didn't phase him anymore. Killing didn't bother him either. It was the way of a vampire. Jazz tried to remain unaffected. Vamps could smell fear; hear an increase in respiration and heartbeat. She nonchalantly slid her hand around her back, fingers in the hand still hooked in her jeans clenching, her other hand softly fingering the smooth wood of the Hawthorne stake. She might get one, but she couldn’t take both, this one who had taunted her, snapped her steak was strong, she couldn’t tell his age, but he didn’t smell as ancient as Harlow. And gods forbid if she staked the younger one and not Harlow, he would torture her before he took her life. Jaz stiffened her eyes blazing with fury as he talked about her mother’s rape, torture and death at his hands. Her gut twisted, threatening to heave the contents of her stomach. It was like reliving it all over again. She was the vampire hunter but inside she was still the grieving horrified little girl. Breathing hard, her breasts heaving, face twisted in fury she screamed her rage whipped out her stake and lunged for Harlow. Her only goal to tear his treacherous heart from his chest. Lucius could do nothing more than merely watch the exchange. It was, quite amusing in a way. Lucius was evil to think so, but it was. Nothing like stirring up some rage in a mortal, and a hunter as well. With eternity stretched on, like an endless road, a barren wasteland with no promises, there wasn't much any more as far as entertainment went. When one passed from being a mortal to a vampire the only thing one wanted to do was to drink. Blood was the main priority. A necessity. Hunger and bloodlust ruled and over-rode the senses until the young vampire learned to control it. After that, mortal things like games and common entertainment held little interest. Every night turned into the same haunting thing. All the time. So what was a little entertainment now at this young mortal's expense? Lucius had been planning on draining her anyway. This was turning out to be quite the night. Lucius noticed when the human started to finger a stake hidden behind her back. Harlow seemed not to notice though, the cocky bastard. Perhaps Lucius could pretend not to notice as well? Harlow, though his creator, was not Lucius' favorite vampire. Not because of what an evil sadistic bastard he was, but because of how utterly inconvenient it was for Lucius whenever Harlow wanted little favors. Harlow created him, and Lucius had to abide when Harlow asked for help. It was entirely reticular. Lucius' eyes darted between the two, the vampire and hunter. It was quite a sight. The hunter was quite disgruntled, the poor thing. Her heart beat was soaring, and her chest was heaving. Quite disgruntled. A scream split the night and Lucius knew what was coming. The stake. Of course. Lucius watched, transfixed, but not stepping in to help. He had felt obligated to come here and meet Harlow eat the pub, but he did not feel obligated to save his life. Harlow would have to manage that one on his own. Harlowe was fast though, a smirk of delight on his lips that he had baited her." Foolish mortal." Harlow hissed, grabbing the stake that was a centimeter from puncturing the skin above his heart. He was old, but his reflexes only grew swifter. Harlowe's eyes burned crimson with bloodlust and hatred. He reached out swiftly and grabbed her neck, giving it a sharp squeeze, and then flung the small woman away, and roughly into the stone pub wall. Harlow then advanced towards her, not even giving her a chance to recover from the blow. His footsteps were completely silent. Silent but deadly. Suddenly a pale hand stopped Harlow, grabbing his wrist tightly. Lucius." No, Harlow, old friend. She is my kill." Lucius said, seriously, his silky voice was low yet very business-like. He was indeed serious." Your kill, Lucius!" Harlow hissed, pulling free of Lucius' grasp. "She attacked me. I will finish her off. Just like I did her mother." His eyes flashed." You already fed today, I smell the fresh blood on you. I have not. The mortal attacked me as well. She is mine to drink from." The way Lucius said those words, they had a finality about them. Harlowe stared at him for a moment and Lucius didn't know if he was going to back down. Surprisingly he did. Harlow nodded and stepped aside, reluctantly, but still he did so." Very well, Lucius. Have it your way. Finish her then." Harlow said, watching him, like he awaited a show. He wanted to see the mortal die. So close, she was so close, the bastard was just too fast, and she was going to die at the hands of the same vampire who murdered her parents. What they say is true, your entire life flashes before your eyes just before you die. Her hand gripped so tightly it felt as if it was going to break, his other steel grip grabbed her throat squeezing, cutting off her precious oxygen. Jazz gasped, her eyes bulging, chest heaving painfully as her hands clawed at the one holding her by the throat. This was it, her legs dangled above the ground like a spineless puppet. The back of her head and back hit solid rock where he’d thrown her. The blow knocking what little breath she had gained from the release out of her in a loud ‘whoosh’ Jazz watched as Harlow slowly approached his fangs bared ready to dispatch her. Still gasping for air, eyes flashing with fury unleashed, she swiftly pulled her gun, squeezing off several rounds, but they only served to knock him back, he still kept coming. “You bastard I hope you choke on my blood,” she hissed hoarsely. She smelled like horse, leather, fear and a faint scent of flowers. Even her keen sense of smell picked up on her own scent. The sudden unexpected interference of the other vampire surprised her. Trying to straighten up she realized the blow had either dislocated of crushed her shoulder, the pain now shooting through her weekend body. The adrenaline had masked the pain until now." No, Harlow, old friend. She is my kill."" Very well, Lucius. Have it your way. Finish her then." Jaz tried to inch up the stone wall to stand, her right arm hanging uselessly at her side. She still had a dagger, but her left hand was not as strong or accurate as her right. She stood stock still eyes flashing, chest heaving as she faced her doom. Lucius was quite surprised when Harlow stepped down. Perhaps it was because he was wounded from the mortal's bullets? Not that the bastard was gravely wounded. The bullet wounds dripped Harlow's blood onto the ground with a soft patter, but they were already closing, and would be completely healed with his next feeding. Why did Harlow just hand the mortal over to Lucius then? Lucius knew that if Harlow wanted he could have denied Lucius of his evening meal easily. However, he did not. Lucius didn't intend to think too much about it though. Thirst did that to a man. Turning back to look at the human woman he noticed her right arm was damaged. His eyes peered closer and realized it was her shoulder. From the way her arm was dangling he guessed a dislocation or a crack. The mortal had put up quite a fight. And even now, he noticed, she tried to stand." You wish to meet your death standing?" Lucius inquired, not really expecting an answer, but he sounded amused at her vigor and spirit. He walked closer to her, his feet making the softest of sounds on the ground. Yet, though the softest, it was one of the few sounds to break through the dark blanket that night had cast. So it was still easily heard. Nothing else moved. All was still. Just the soft patter of Harlow's blood, the hunter's breathing, and Lucius' footsteps were audible. It was quite a piece of work. A carefully composed song that would soon be long gone." Tell me, hunter? Is this how you imagined that you would die?" He taunted with his musical voice. It had a friendly tone to the malicious words. So contradictory. As if he was discussing something as rival as the weather. And, well, to him, it was. Lucius stood before her, towering over her small frame. The dark depths of his eyes peered down into her own mortal ones. His eyes looked centuries old, as if he'd seen many things, both terrible and beautiful. Reaching out his fingertips grazed her damaged shoulder, before he grabbed it, using it to press her against the wall. Harlow chuckled in the background, as if he found this all too amusing. Lucius ducked his head down, so his lips were pressed at her neck, right above her jugular vain. He could feel the blood humming under her skin, his eyes flashed red at the familiar feeling." Did you imagine that you'd die by the hands of what you hunted to vigorously?" Lucius whispered, his voice soft and hardly audible, as he gave her shoulder a soft squeeze. He wanted her to know that he had won, before he bit her. He wanted to squash the spirit out of her, the spirit that he had so admired in her. She had put up quite a fight, for a human. Her legs weak and shaky, arm throbbing Jazz watched the two vampires through narrowed suspicious eyes. She knew she was going to die, it was inevitable, and she had no more defenses. If she could make it to her saddlebags maybe...just maybe she might stand a fighting chance that is if she was lucky. She met his gaze, hers narrowed in fiery rage. “I prefer not to die,” she spat, “Least of all at the hands of one of you monsters.” Her neck ached from having to look up at the tall vampire. Jaz winced his fingertips pressing into her damaged shoulder sending jolts of pain through her body. “Hey damn it...if you’re going to kill me don’t fucking grab my damn shoulder bastard.” Pressed back against the wall she heard her nemesis chuckle and shot him a look that would have sent a mortal running for cover. “And you asshole, just zip it. Stupid fucking vamps,” she grumbled scowling at Harlow. She would make sure that this wouldn’t be a pleasant kill for the vamps; they were going to suffer her barbed tongue. His lips on her jugular she swallowed, inhaling sharply her fear noticeable in her scent." Did you imagine that you'd die by the hands of what you hunted so vigorously?"“No I pictured myself dying in bed after great sex, peacefully.” She hissed sarcastically. She would not lie down like a pathetic weakling cowing and groveling, begging for her life. Furthermore, she would fight to the end even though all she had was her sharp wit and tongue. "Now really." Lucius murmured, a fleeting smile gracing his lips at her choice use of words. What a dirty mouth for a woman. Then again, this human was just full of surprises, wasn't she? Maybe that was why Lucius had prolonged this until now. He enjoyed the humor of it all." That's not a way for a lady to talk, now is it?" This was quite a refreshing change from the usual begging and cowering. The human race was just so predictable. Most of the time. Lucius certainly admired her bravado, but underneath her steely words was fear. There was no trace of it in her voice, but he smelled it on her. And he loved it. Fear, what an odd emotion. Totally useless, as where its effects, but Lucius just absolutely loved it when that emotion was displayed in humans. Especially if that fear was of him in particular. The incapacitating and seductive scent of it was nearly enough to drive him over the edge. It was what he preyed on. Inhaling, Lucius smelled the fear among other things. Flowers. Horse. Leather. But fear was the strongest. Exhaling, Lucius could feel Harlow growing impatient behind him. Lucius too was growing impatient with himself. So then why didn't he just bite her? Why was he even thinking about it instead of doing it? Lips against the mortal's tender neck he felt the softness of her flesh, so easy to penetrate. Then, he bit her. His fangs sunk fully into her neck with a soft sound, as if a bag of grain was being punctured. The coppery taste of blood met his tongue and lips as the ruby red liquid spilled down her neck. Lucius' eyes flashed a crimson red, turning from their brilliant green and marking him as what he truly was. A demon of the night. He groaned at the delicious taste as he began to feed on the mortal, one hand cradling her neck, the other had not moved from her shoulder. Something was off about the taste though. It was ten times delicious. Like Lucius' had just bitten into the sweetest fruit. The taste was sweet to an extreme. Sweet, seductive, and indescribable. But there was something so verydifferentabout it. Soul mate. The honey-coated words danced in his head and took the form of this human woman. This plain human hunter. Was his. Soul mate. Everything sudden made sense. It was like Lucius had no destination before and now, suddenly, he did. And it was this woman right before him. Hissoul mate. Whom he was slowly killing. Hastily Lucius pulled his fangs from her neck, rather abruptly. In the same swift movement he released her. His hand dropped from her neck and shoulder, and he took a step back, as if she was diseased. Lucius' red eyes smoldered at her, the bloodlust still there, but somewhat sailed for now. They were slowly turning back to the green color, slowly but surely. Disgust, awe, disapproval, and confusion ran muck across his face. How could this mortal slayer be his? How? Did the fates really dispose him that much? To give him this spirited slayer whom he wanted nothing more to dominate and drink from as his soul mate? The one person he couldn't kill. It would be like killing a piece of himself. Lucius stared at her in disgust, as if this was her fault." No." He hissed at her. "Not you. You can't be." He said, his silky voice was filled with disbelief and anger. As if she wasn't worthy of him. Harlowe came to stand beside him to look at her. "Why did you stop?" Harlow asked him, his voice impatient and cruel. "Why have you not killed this mortal?" Lucius looked away from his creator, as though ashamed. His eyes settled back on her, his face now expressionless." I can not." He whispered." Why not? Then I shall." Harlow hissed, advancing towards her. Lucius knew Harlow would kill her, but he couldn't have that. He wished he could just stand there and let Harlow end this. End this entire nuisance. Something inside him forbade it though. Instinct, perhaps. Oh, how he hated that mortal human, but he could not allow Harlow to murder her. He felt obligated to step in. More than obligated. It was something he had to do, whether he wanted to or not."NO." Lucius hissed, grabbing Harlow's arm and swiftly pulling him back, catching him off guard. Harlow stumbled back, behind Lucius several steps. Lucius stepped between them in one lithe movement." Step aside, Lucius." Harlow hissed, crouching down slightly, as if he would spring him if Lucius failed to oblige." I can not." Lucius hissed back, his voice full of fire. Rage. Rage at Harlow for trying to dispatch of his soul mate. Rage at himself for not being strong enough to step aside and allow him to do so. And rage either. For putting him under this horrible spell. For her cursed blood. For existing. He hated her." Why?" Harlow asked, he shifted his body weight, trying to find an opening, just as Lucius struggled to keep both the vampire and the human in his eyesight." She is my soul mate." “Fuck you asshole,” she snarled eyes flashing. “As if it will matter after you kill me.” She didn’t care what he thought, she was going to be dead in a few minutes, what did it matter if she had a dirty mouth or not? She watched, cautious one eye on Lucius, but he was insignificant it was Harlow she wanted to kill. Ironic the vampire she had hunted for years was going to watch her die; at least it wouldn’t be by his hands. His fangs sinking in to her neck was the singularly most erotic thing she had ever experienced. Her head fell back giving him better access, eyes fluttered shut, lips parted with a soft moan, the sensation of him drinking her blood sending a shiver of delight through her body, her sex instantly moistening, dripping wet with need. It flashed through her mind how some women fell under their spell. She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her body. She was weakening, her blood flowing into his mouth, the vampire bite must have an aphrodisiac in it, her orgasms rocked her one after another. At least she would die in ecstasy. Just as suddenly, he pulled back, leaving the wound bleeding sluggishly. Her glazed eyes met his crimson orbs, watching them slowly bleed back to green. She had lost her hat; her hair was loose revealing the delicate beauty she tried to hide. Confused she couldn’t speak. Her bad shoulder had stopped aching, fingers of her good hand fingering the soft leather of her duster. Jaz lowered her head, trying to get her breathing under control, to still her rapidly beating heart. She had witnessed her mother’s death, it wasn’t pleasant or erotic, she screamed in pain during her rape and while her life force was drained.“No not you.” He hissed at her. "Not you. You can't be." He said. Confusion flashed through her eyes. He looked at her as if she was totally disgusting, as if she had wounded him somehow and the cryptic statement, she didn’t understand. She ignored Harlow, her eyes on Lucius as if by studying him she could read his mind. Harlow advanced to finish her off, but Lucius stopped him why, why when she could sense his hate of her, it emanated from him in waves." She is my soul mate." That was the final straw, he must be insane.“What? Are you insane, been drinking tainted blood or what? No way are we soul mates… No…it can’t be.” She was screaming at him her mind racing. It couldn’t be he was mistaken. No way was her soul mate –not that she believed in them – a vampire. She sank down to the ground in shock and disgust, tears welling in her eyes. Having a human, a hunter, as his soul mate was the most inconceivably horrible thing that could have happened to Lucius. Yet, allowing Harlow to murder her would be even more horrible. How many nights had he thought about a soul mate? The one woman he'd take into his bed. Cherish. Spend eternity with. He wouldn't have to wander aimlessly. Once he found her everything would fall into place. Lucius remembered a time, not long ago, when he craved to find his. Some vampires never found theirs. That was his fear. Now that he found the woman that the fate's had paired him with he wished he never had. Loneliness. Solitude. Anything was better than having a hunter as a soul mate.“What? Are you insane, been drinking tainted blood or what? No way are we soul mates… No…it can’t be.” Lucius hissed in frustration, the sound vibrated off the pub wall. Her horse whined from where it stood not far off. A mouse scampered off into the grass. The sound had been very feral. Raw intensity and denial. If only he was insane." Lucius. Let me kill her. You can not deny your creator his revenge, can you?" Harlow asked, his eyes darting between Lucius and the human. As much as Lucius hated the woman he would not allow Harlow to reach her." I can and I will." Lucius hissed back at him. His face, his voice, they both marked his seriousness. He wiped his hand across his mouth, wiping away the blood that had turned his lips crimson. There were blood stains on his shirt, which had been his favorite. He glared at Harlow, his green eyes full of possessiveness. A warning that Harlow would do well to abide. Lucius felt his adrenaline rush from the sweet nectar that he had taken from the mortal. He felt like he could take Harlow. Harlowe must have sensed his strength and the adrenaline that rushed through his views with the force of a thousand angry bulls. He most of, because instead of leaping at him, he straightened up, backing down." Very well, Lucius. I'm not done here though. I will have her blood yet." Harlow whispered to him, a threat in his dark words. Lucius' eyes narrowed. So his creator had now become his enemy? What an unexpected change of events. All because of this mortal. God, how he hated the likes of them. He watched as Harlow backed away and listened as he heard him walk well off. Leaving. Although he knew he'd be back another night. The fight was by no means over. But what was Lucius fighting for? This human? This hunter? His soul mate? He scoffed at the idea and turned to look back at her. Lucius' eyes roamed over her. Over her hair and face. Without the hat on she looked quite beautiful. No! You must not think such things. Lucius thought to himself, harshly. It was true though. But how could he hate her so much yet want her so badly? His body recognized her as the one. His body wanted her. Yet his mind shied away from the idea that this was his. He crouched down in front of her, watching the tears in her eyes with disgust. Was she going to cry about it now? He sneered at her, his pristine lips pulled into a smirk. He wanted her to cry, to feel the anguish he felt inside. If this was truly his soul mate how could he want that? But he did. He hated her with a passion he'd never known." You're my soul mate. You felt it too. Do you think that every human feels that amount of pleasure from a vampire's bite? Do you think your mother did when Harlow attacked her? I can, even now, smell the pleasure from you." Lucius whispered, his soft voice sounded hard and disgusted. He hated her for it. How easy it would have been to drain her and go on his merry way. He couldn't let her leave. He'd have to take her with him." Stand up, woman." Lucius said, his voice was cold now. He needed to think about this. He didn't know what to think, his thoughts were in a whirlwind. Incoherent. Grabbing her by her good arm, roughly, Lucius dragged her to stand up as he did so. Then he walked away from her to her horse, silent as always, his body moved fluidly and gracefully. He reached the horse, and it stomped on the ground as he stood beside it, uneasy. Lucius ignored it though and reached into the saddlebags. He found, luckily, what he was looking for. Rope. Most people carried some around with them, it was no surprise, but a small blessing. He had to bind her somehow. Lucius turned back and looked at her." Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way." Jazz sneered at Harlow, “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let you sink your fangs into my warm body. I’d die before I let that happen,” she hissed at him, eyes cold no trace of tears when facing Harlow, just rage and hatred. She breathed a sigh of relief as Harlow backed down and walked away his threat hanging in the air. Now to deal with this other ludicrous situation. A vampire for a soul mate? Not in this lifetime. With her good hand she brushed the hair from her eyes, fixing her gaze on her so-called soul mate. “So what is your name? I like to know the name of the vampires I kill,” she asked with a mirthless chuckle. As he crouched before her, she averted her eyes, color creeping up her neck to her cheeks. “Look I don’t like this any more than you do so just let me go, and you’ll never see me again.” The slight breeze lifted the ends of her hair, the queue long gone, her hair hanging loose down to her waist. "You're my soul mate. You felt it too. Do you think that every human feels that amount of pleasure from a vampire's bite? Do you think your mother did when Harlow attacked her? I can, even now, smell the pleasure from you." “I feel nothing but disgust, your bite was nothing, just a pin prick in my neck,” She lied not wanting to admit the pleasure she felt from his bite. “And I’m NOT your soul mate so get that notion out of your head. I just want to go my way and forget I ever met you.”" Stand up, woman." Jet winced her bad arm hitting the stone wall when he pulled her to her feet. She shook her head watching him walk to her horse, dig in her backpacks and bring back a coil of rope.“Oh no you don’t,” she snapped backing away from him. “I have a hurt arm remember? No, thanks to you.”" Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way." Jez rolled her eyes. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned him.

Jaz and Lucius - the vampire huntress seduced.|rating:4.0

Indulge [Sho and VinDictive]

"Who is he?" One of the young men at the party looked up at the newcomer. "Probably a model, or something. Geese, he barely looks sixteen. Guess that's the new thing, though. I think his name is Avi. He's been to a few other parties."" Oh...one of those kids with friends in all the right places, huh?"" Yeah." They turned to stare, and Avi raised his head and offered a slight smile before disappearing farther into the crowd. He went through the excited mass of people and headed back towards the edge of a wall, leaning there, wondering if he'd meet anyone new tonight. He had his other friends, of course, but he wasn't particularly close with anyone here. Furthermore, he wasn't terribly close with many people in the first place. Furthermore, he loved these parties, though. Watching people get so excited over a star with such promise. Not that it would matter - this singer would get old, wither, and die. Avi would do his best to enjoy the young man's heyday, though. Everyone was dressed up for the party. Tuxedos mingled with designer jeans and leather. Avi enjoyed this new world, and all the new fashions that came with it. He'd slipped into a set of leather pants that looked like they'd been painted on him. His backside was beautifully encased in the leather, the pants tucked into fashionably worn leather boots. His shirt was made of white, lovely material, almost sheer, artfully fitted to a slim waist. In one word, he was delicate, and looked far more like a doll than a human. With deep crimson hair that fell past his shoulder blades in a gleaming sheet, hair fashionably cut to frame high cheekbones, he looked out of place there. He was too small to be a model at just barely above five feet tall, and with his wide blue eyes and cupids bow lips he looked as though he was still frozen in innocence. And he was. He'd never be able to walk in sunlight again - he was weak during the day, barely conscious, though unlike the traditional myths of vampires he actually could function. His skin would burn, though, if exposed to sunlight. He kept his home completely safeguarded with blackout curtains and had an apartment in a building with the exterior of the windows blacked out, though he could still take in the magnificent view. Avi sighed softly and took a cigarette out. His full lips wrapped around the stem of the cigarette, letting the tendrils of smoke trail around his face. He'd fed earlier, and his cheeks were flushed pink, blue eyes half-shut as he least against the wall. Maybe he'd get the meet the artist tonight. He hadn't seen the concert, but he'd heard that it would be a good party and Avi - that was the name he went by now though it would change from century to century - loved a good party. He'd been thoroughly corrupted before being turned. Aero win sighed heavily as he stepped out of the black stretch limousine outside the club where his celebration was being held. Long fair hair draped over his wide shoulders, natural curls dancing along his shoulders and back, as a cool summer breeze washed over him. Bright lights flashed from left to right capturing his angelic features as he headed down the red carpet to attend HIS party.DEMIGOD IT’S HEROIN! His fans cheered as he sauntered down the aisle of people smiling a posing for the media as was expected of the young star. Crème colored silk hugged his torso snugly, long black slacks fitting his form, accenting what little curves he had, black boots under the long length of his pants. His manager suggested he should wear something a little more appealing to the woman’s eye, complaining he wasn’t being seductive enough. However, he believed his music should attract them to him, not what he wore. Aero win was an attractive man though, and he figured for once it wouldn’t harm him to dress to impress this once. Aerowin’s gray, almost silver eyes scanned the room full of people he hardly knew…well people he honestly didn’t care to know. No one that came to these events really interested him. They all were the same… Each and every last one of them hell-bent on trying to steal or share some of the spotlight from him. Aero win just craved to meet one person who would actually benefit him and his career. He didn’t need someone hovering over him pretending to love him because of his assets… However, if that person could provide inspiration to his composing he would be delighted to have them in his life. A group of beautiful woman rushed over to the male asking him dozens of questions he couldn't care less for answering.“Well, no I’m never nervous when doing my concerts… I broke out of stage fright a long time ago when I realized how talented I was…” He spoke his eyes still wandering the room for something interesting.“Wow you are always so confident Mr. Aero win…” Just as he was about to reply, he caught sight of Avi. Like a porcelain doll, he stood elegantly in the corner, all attention from his current situation switching to the boy. He looked no more than sixteen really, but he had a cigarette in his mouth, he had to be at least eighteen. Aero win didn’t have any room to talk about anyone being young. He was a child prodigy when it came to playing several instruments. He favored the piano and the violin. Furthermore, he composed his music so masterfully, people wondered if he were really that young. His whole life up to now at the age of twenty-one was surrounded by his work—and actually still was. The media called him the youngest of his generation in the field he worked in. At times, he found it quite annoying that they referred to him almost like a child, but other times he was proud to exceed over so many others at what he did. Aerowin politely shrugged the women off to get a closer look at this new person. He had never seen him around before. The air he held about himself intrigued him greatly. He almost seemed to steal some of the light from him… Perhaps he was a model like several people had been murmuring as he sauntered over to Avi.“Did you enjoy the concert?” He asked. He was 6’4”, casting a shadow over Avi, that demanding confidence he had emanating from him, drawing more and more of his guests' attention. At almost a foot and a half shorter than the man towering above him, Avi looked even more like a doll, taking in a breath of smoke and letting it out thoughtfully before answering, "I'm sure that I would have," he murmured. His voice was soft, sweet. As though it had never fully dropped, caught somewhere between a boyish falsetto and the deeper voice that he would have had, mixing to create a sweet alto that was willingly musical, tinged with the faintest of accents, "I'm afraid that I was otherwise engaged. I've heard so much about you, Mr. Aero win, that I just had to come to your party and get a glimpse of you." His blue eyes were lit, slightly playfully, but they were otherwise cool and unreadable. His eyes held an expression that a face quite so young shouldn't have, and his lips twitched upwards into a brief smile as he took his cigarette from his mouth and tapped a bit of ash off before replacing it." Your guests don't seem to like the attention you're paying to me." Avi raised a slim hand in an elegant gesture that vaguely indicated the women glaring at him as he least against the wall looking up at Aero win. They wanted the performer's attention and didn't understand why he was talking to such a young man. They stood, hands on hips, watching him, waiting to simper and fawn over him. They looked...hungry. Avi had known that hunger. The hunger for money and power and fame at someone's side. He had learned that living in the shadow behind someone was better, though, and far more comfortable. He could be kept in style without ever having to worry about some crazy fan trying to kill him. Well, usually." Hm," Avi said, then, abruptly. He stood up, and at his full height barely reached Aero win's shoulder. "You, sir, are quite tall..." Pale blue eyes tilted upwards, and his smile showed a mouthful of perfectly straight, white teeth. His fangs weren't out, and they wouldn't be until he became utterly aroused or quite hungry. Centuries had given him control over himself. Perhaps Aero win was a lover of men? He'd have to see. He certainly was attractive enough and strong enough to attract deadly little Avi. Maybe he could get Aero win to get him something to drink. Contrary to popular belief, vampires could drink. In small amounts. Alcohol was much more potent to vampires than to humans as they never had anything else in their systems to buffer it, so a small glass would get Avi quite tipsy. Given his size, though, no one really questioned that given how slim he was as well. They just assumed he was a light-weight when it came to consuming alcohol. Food, though, was out of the question. He couldn't process it anymore. Pity. He'd always loved it so. It was now time to focus on what was before him, though. A potential conquest and bedmate. Perhaps someone to fill his accounts once more. A fan who hasn’t attended a concert of his? Never had he had one of those. The younger male confused him slightly. Heard so much of him? Well of course he had heard a lot but… just talk had gotten him to venture out to see him? That sounded naïve to Aero win, given the fact that not many stars even went to any of their special celebrations. And when they did, they never actually stopped to converse with people who didn’t benefit their career. However, Aero win wasn’t like those others stuck up stars, he actually talked to any and everyone trying his hardest to service his fans without getting himself murdered by some crazy stalker. His eyes were so beautiful, even captivating to Aero. For a couple of seconds he found himself lost in his elegance before the young man’s voice snapped him back into reality. He looked back and noticed the women huffing and whatnot. He kind of felt a little bad. Usually at these events he conversed with those types of women making them feel there was some hope of bagging him. However, in a way doing that was bad as well as ignoring them since he had no interest in them or their love for his money and looks.“I’m not bothered.” He smiled when Avi mentioned his height, which he had no idea where he’d obtained it from. His mother was only 5’4, and his father 5’8. None of his two younger brothers had height like him either. If it weren’t for his strong similarities to his family Aero win would have been forced to believe he was adopted.“Yeah, honestly I don’t know where I’ve gotten it from.” He said with a bashful smile. He placed his hand on his chin thoughtfully. It was a shame the other had never heard his music before. Not to be cocky or anything but, Aero win perceived himself to be somewhat the best. “Well since you couldn’t attend the concert, how about a personal showing?” he supposed someone heard him because there were several gasps around the two. He didn’t think it any special that he picked Avi to take to his home and no one else in the room. However maybe he did ask a little hastily since he didn’t even know the other’s name. He supposed it was Avi’s appearance that clouded his usually clear mind. It seemed a little weird that, that would be the cause of his forgetfulness. He didn’t think himself to be into guys at all. Women were all he knew, actually. Why would he be picking up that little runt? He probably doesn’t even have any connections? Aero win sighed softly. Apparently inviting someone to your home out of the kindness of your heart didn’t exist in this world anymore. The musician’s motives were pure; all he wanted was to entertain the other. That sounded a little off in his mind, but he quickly distracted himself from such perverted thinking back onto the situation at hand.“Come, I’m finding myself getting hugely annoyed with all the negative energy floating around here…” He commented before turning away from the other. Aero win began walking towards the exit sure Avi would follow behind, he seemed interested enough. Avi's lips tilted upwards into a smile as Aero win got that slightly confused look on his face. He couldn't help it. It was cute to see that the star had never met someone quite like him. Then again, he doubted that Aero win had even the slightest idea what he was. He was sure that Aero win had brushed up against vampires before without him ever knowing it - there were even a few others at the party though Avi didn't go and socialize with them. He'd been turned young, and he'd always been kept, so his interactions with vampires had mostly been as a submissive partner in an unbalanced relationship where he was kept either like a child or as a relatively powerless lover with gifts showered upon them. Not that he would have changed it. It was still how he interacted with the men around him, and he wouldn't know how to change that if he had to. Aerowin wasn't looking at him with burning lust, though, or a lecherous expression. His motives seemed innocent enough. Perhaps Aero win didn't really understand the attraction between them?" A private performance?" Avi's voice was sweet and smooth, ducking his head playfully in a quick nod. "I'd love that." Avi could hear Aero win's fans muttering, some quite furiously, wondering why the star was bringing him home. He even heard someone call him a runt. Eyes narrowing slightly, he did his best to keep the venom out of his expression, knowing that it wasn't a side that Aero win should see." I agree." The negative energy wasn't productive to anything. It certainly wasn't going to obtain him a new lover. He was buffeted by the crowd as they left, and he reached out, catching the edge of Aero win's sleeve so that he wouldn't get knocked over by the increasingly-drunk partygoers as they headed towards the crowded front door. It would be nice to have a private performance. It certainly would make everyone jealous, and that was always a good thing. Furthermore, it was nice to be in a position that others envied. "Are we going to go to your home?" Aero win didn’t fancy bodyguards all that much… He usually made them wait in his limousines until further notice. Finally, once the two males came into the clear from all the drunken guests in their way, two guards a couple inches shorter but definitely buffer came out to help part the sea of crowding fans and guests. “Sir Aero win I wish you’d let us attend these things. How are we supposed to know if you are okay or not?” the blond smiled brushing a stray blond curl from his face. “I told you, you don’t have to worry about me so much… I’m just a musician not some hyperactives pop singer or rap artist. I don’t really think anyone’s going to get that fanatical over little ole’ me…” the bodyguards sighed simultaneously. They were both brothers, twins actually. They never worked separate jobs and were closer than any twins he’d ever encountered. Furthermore, they both thought of Aero win as a younger brother and were sometimes overly protective of the star. “Then how do you explain the distant house on the hill?” he asked referring to Aero win’s mansion just outside the city, kind of secluded. “My parents… They wanted me to have all the peace and quiet I needed…” He actually preferred a place in the city, but he didn’t want upset his parents. When the door of the limousine was opened Aero win allowed his company to slip inside first before following behind. He lounged back in the spacious vehicle taking a long breath. “Thanks for the save back there… By shirt would have been ruined by the wine if you hadn’t tugged by sleeve…” he spoke as the car was pulling off into the still street. “Would you like a drink—“ it clicked just then that he still didn’t know the other’s name. “What’s your name? It seems I’ve been in this business too long… I’m starting to seriously lack in manners…” he joked reaching into the mini-bar to the left of him that was built inside the limo.“Why did you leave the party so early? You said you weren’t headed home until late.” a voice asked through an intercom above his head." My friend here hasn't been to my concert. I thought I'd treat him to something better..." he replied grabbing a bottle of expensive Chardonnay..." Do you like white wine?" Avi found it a bit amusing that Aero win made his bodyguards' job so hard. They were huge, though, and having them there made it much easier for him to get about. Standing at just barely five feet he had a tendency to get swallowed up in crowds. He shivered slightly though it wasn't cold - it was leaving the crowd behind and suddenly being alone with Aero win - and he hurried into the limousine to get out. He didn't like large crowds. Furthermore, he only went to parties to meet people. To meet that one special person that he would seduce. Sinking into the soft seats, he looked up at Aero win as he wondered what was going on. Did the larger man know exactly what was happening? Avi wasn't even certain that Aero win had ever been with a man before." White wine would be wonderful." Avi smiled faintly, "I have to warn you, though, I get drunk quite easily. You'll have to be careful not to take advantage of me," he said with a soft laugh, clearly being playful. His long, dark hair was almost inky in the light. Actually crimson, it gleamed, framing that pale face. He looked up then, doll-like, entirely inhuman. He smiled at the other’s joke. Furthermore, he removed the cork from the bottle then proceeded to pour the whine into the cup. Half filled. He filled the glass halfway taking the other’s joke into consideration. He looked like a light drinker, not only that wine had a way of sneaking up on you. His beauty was uncanny… Never had he been in another’s presence who captivated him like so. He was so caught up in the other’s doll-like appearance he’d almost forgotten to hand him his drink. Once the glass was within Avi’s possession he’d begun to pour himself a drink.“So what’s your name?” He questioned for the second time, feeling quite rude for not following through with the question the first time he’d asked it. He sipped on his wine and rolled down his window to let some fresh air in. Furthermore, he looked out at the night sky trying to keep his eyes off the other, a sort of heat developing between the two he tried to resist. Furthermore, he was definitely feeling attracted to the other, his beauty and elegance entrancing. The road was unusually clear that night, and it took less than forty minutes to reach his home.“We’re here Sir Aero win…” A voice spoke through the intercom as they pulled up at the mansion. His front lawn was vast with a garden and a large fountain, still running lit up by lights. In the back was a patio as well as a pool his parents insisted on him having. The door opened for Aero win to get out, and once out he offered his hand out like the gentlemen he was totally forgetting that the other was a gentleman himself. Once inside his home he showed the other to his living room which had a beautiful piano by a large window that showed his scenic backyard. Scattered music sheets were loitered around the shiny black instrument showing that he was in the middle of composing.“Can I get you anything?” Avi smiled and lowered his eyes bashfully, knowing that it would be even more enticing. He accepted the cup. "My name is Avi." Avi had the slightest hint of an accent that hinted at his coming from...somewhere. Somewhere unclear, maybe Europe. It was very faint, just barely touching his soft voice, blue eyes peering up to meet Aero win's. He trailed out of the car, immediately taking Aero win's. In his time, two men together who were of a different status (as he had always been a servant and lower than the surrounding men) would treat each other differently. He was used to being pursued almost as though he was a woman; flowers, diamonds, toys and the finest horses. Whatever he wanted. Once, naturally, he had learned to use his wiles. He settled himself to the side, on a couch, lounging quite luxuriously as he watched Aero win." Busy man," he murmured, eyes taking in the sheaves of papers. That was pleasant - a lover who created his own business by selling his talents. Musically, of course. Avi's lips twitched upwards. He had spent so many years plying his own talents...talents that his mouth and hands and body could sell. In return, he had a very comfortable living. Folding long legs (long relative to his small body, at least) over each other, he took his final sip of wine, draining the glass. Even that little bit brought a flush of pink to his cheeks. He really was a light drinker, and as he had had almost no solid food in centuries, it moved through his body very quickly." Let me hear you play. You seem to have so many fans...it will be nice to see what draws so many people to you. Beyond your already attractive appearance, naturally." Avi's smile was very white, soft, sweet. Did Aero win know what he was getting himself into? Of course not. After all, he doubted that Aero win had ever been with another man, let alone one quite as manipulative as Avi. An accent? He never would have guessed it. It was vague, not strong at all. It was a wonder he even picked it up… But seeing as he dealt with all types of nationalities almost on a regular basis because he did tours and what not it was hard for him not to pick up such a sound. However, it was unclear to him where the other was from. That was odd… But perhaps it was because his accent was so weak, and his soft elegant voice simply overpowered it. He was so absorbed in his beautiful voice that when the other told him his name he could only smile unable to muster up the correct words to respond without sounding completely idiotic. His hand was absolutely soft. The feeling he’d gotten was unlike any other when they touched. It was weird… How could a man’s hand be so gentle…so soft and inviting? He couldn’t take his mind off such a simple feeling, and when Avi commented on him being so busy he was a little late on replying. “Ah yeah…” he finally spoke several moments later as he approached his piano. He sat on the bench of his piano, looking back at his guest as he sipped the final remnants of his glass of wine. There was a certain look about the other when he finished off the glass. His cheeks were flushed… Aero win smiled a little, thinking back to the comment Avi made about him being a light drinker. He had thought he was just kidding, and was slightly surprised he was already intoxicated by such a small amount of the chardonnay.“Ah, sure… However, I am unsure of what to play you...” he replied soon after turning around to the piano, revealing its keys. The colors were reversed, the black keys white, and the white black. He looked down at the papers on the stand and sighed. It was an experiment… Incomplete and unfinished. Junk. Aerowin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Placing his fingers upon the keys he began to play. Several moments later he was finished what was on the paper, but the music seemed to still pour from him. Avi…could he have been the muse he’d been searching for? The answer was quite obvious… Yes. He’d been working on the piece for weeks…. It was actually the song he was going to play for tonight’s recital but settled for something else. His fingers danced along the keys, his eyes drifting shut as he felt the music, as every note revealed itself to him…. His song….finally completing itself. He seemed to have lost himself completely, his fingers moving elegantly across the keys, hitting every note so smoothly almost like magic. Completing the song softly, his fingers rest upon the keys, his eyes drifting open. “Did you enjoy Avi?” Aero win asked. If only he had met Aero win a few centuries earlier. He could have been seduced, truly, by this music. He could have opened his heart a bit more and fallen head over heels in love with Aero win. As it was, for him, love was highly reliant upon his level of dependency. The more he depended on someone, the more attached he was to them. For now, he was touched by the music, but more pleased by the fact that he knew he was inspiring it than anything. He rested his head on a delicate hand, crimson hair sliding forwards to frame the pretty face. Little fingers tapped his cheekbone slowly, and then he nodded. "It's beautiful. Really, a wonderful piece of music. I'm... I'm quite impressed," Avi said, that small smile touching his lips, clearly pleased to have heard that music. "I thought it was glorious." Sitting up, then, he swung his legs over the side of the couch and tilted his head towards Aero win." I really enjoy hearing you play." He stood up, walking a bit closer, resting a slim hand on the larger man's shoulder. "Thank you for playing it for me. It meant a lot." Perhaps - no. He would wait until Aero win kissed him first. Let himself be pursued. It shouldn't take too long - with his flawless skin, gleaming eyes, and slightly inhuman grace, he already knew that Aero win was attracted to him." You seem to have completed the song," he murmured, looking over at the sheet music. It was no coincidence that as he least forwards, his soft hair brushed Aero win's cheek, the light, sweet scent of his skin adding another layer to his physical delicacy, leaning on Aero win's strong shoulder. “Thank you…” Aero win replied modestly, having never been too cocky or overconfident in himself even though he knew he was good in what he did. He watched as the other shifted upon his couch, his body seeming to call out to him in some strange way. “You should come to my concerts then. I feel they have a more powerful impact…my passion mixed with a large crowd’s excitement and all.” He commented a small smiled touching his lips as he watched the younger male approach him. His shoulder moved slightly when Avi’s hand touched him. God his beauty was enchanting… Why was he so tempting to touch? “You’re welcome… I enjoyed it a lot…” he said turning his head away as he shuffled the papers upon the stand. “Ah, yes… I did… You were kind of a muse for me strange enough…” he commented his fingers running across the keys before he slowly closed the lid. That feeling had returned when Avi leaned into him more, his silken hair brushing up against his hot cheeks. His seductiveness…his charming demeanor seemed to have no end. Was he trying to seduce Aero win? If he was, it was damn sure working. Aero win’s mind was becoming quite, hazy--a strong feeling of arousal and lust washing over his very being. Why? He wasn’t even into guys…and yet this one male seemed to captivate him in a way no woman has. He removed Avi’s hand from his shoulder, whilst turning around on the bench fully. With Avi’s wrist in his hand he gently pulls him forward, so his delicate frame could fall upon his. Once Avi was on his lap, he wrapped and arm around the male’s petite waist, cupping his rounded chin with his warm hand before capturing his soft…supple lips with his. His scent filled his nose… What a sweet smell…unusual for a man… Avi shifted slightly, his weight moving from being born down upon Aero win's broad shoulder to suddenly being unbalanced. He took a step forwards to compensate, just barely balancing while suspended on the tips of his toes. Then he lost his balance, catching himself on the larger man's frame, long legs parting. He ended up straddled over Aero win's lap, blue eyes lowered bashfully - all an act, as he knew exactly what he was doing to Aero win. He decided, then. Furthermore, he was going to get the other man wrapped around his finger. His lips met Aero win's, leaning against the strong arm, utterly pleased to have those arms wrapped around him. He liked the feel of Aero win's lips on his - it was pleasant, warm. He felt safer, immediately, feeling those arms around him and tugging him close. It felt better to be against someone's chest than to be alone. God. Was he really that dependent? It didn't matter. Now he had Aero win, and with Aero win and his other lover, he was set. If one left him, he'd have the other. He had a network, people to be with, now. He'd never have to rely on other vampires. Humans were so much more...alive. And so much easier to manipulate. He pressed himself closer, kissing him hard, frame curled against Aero win's. He seemed delicate, breakable, inviting Aero win to take him. His leather pants were very tight on his slim legs, the shirt he wore almost sheer, the gleaming whiteness of his skin inviting Aero win. Avi had been turned into a vampire because of his being so enticing, even when he was poor, and so very young. From there, he had been molded, beaten, and honed into a siren. "Let me be your muse?" Avi asked softly, blue eyes peering up shyly to capture Aero win's. God, he seemed so delicate…like he would shatter if he held him the wrong way. A deep blush tinted Aero win’s cheeks as he began to allow himself to indulge into something quite taboo in his little world. Him with a man-who would have thunk it? What would his parents think of him if they knew? How would his brothers react if they knew? It wasn’t as if he cared about his brother’s opinions anyway…they really weren’t the best siblings in the world. Aero win kind of didn’t care of anyone’s opinions at the moment, his mind too absorbed at the moment…the sudden bliss he had trapped himself into just then taking over. He felt the other begin to kiss him back, his heartbeat slowing now that Avi had confirmed that he had been flirting with him. Whilst he took him into his arms, he assumed the other would push him away, having believed the vibes he was receiving from the younger male were just a weird hallucination from being so sleep-deprived. For so many years he hadn’t allowed anyone to captivate him the way Avi was at the moment. He had been so strong against the will of temptation. It was weird how all of a sudden Aero win had fallen into Avi’s flirtatiousness…completely giving into his desires. It was such a strange feeling for him…“Yes…. Avi….” he responded his lips gently brushing up against Avi’s as he gazed into those enticing blue eyes of his. He took Avi’s chin into his hand again kissing him once more. So sweet… He then picked him up, his actions now purely impulse as he carried the other over to his spacious couch. He sat down with the other on his lap again, Avi’s ass gently brushing up against the bulge that had unknowingly formed in Aero win’s pants. A soft moan escaped his lips as he slid Avi off onto the couch. “Sorry… I didn’t notice…” he apologized bashfully, shying up suddenly. Avi tilted his head, allowing his lips to play over Aero win's neck. It was lucky that he had fed tonight. He could almost taste that sweet, coppery taste, pounding just under the surface of Aero win's skin. He lingered for what was probably a bit too long over his jugular, but he doubted that Aero win would notice. Furthermore, he pressed up against Aero win's body, his skin cools, warming quickly as his body molded to Aero win's larger one. He was happy to feel Aero win's will giving way to desire. Furthermore, he knew that Aero win wanted him and would do everything he asked for. At least he would in a little bit. He had bills that needed paying, and he didn't want to dump all of them on his other lover. He'd have to keep that a secret from Aero win. His legs slung over Aero win's arm as he was carried over to the couch, sitting back down this body carefully positioned over Aero win's. "Don't be sorry," he murmured, feeling that hardness under his body. He liked the feeling - it let him know that his instincts weren't wrong and that Aero win truly wanted him. He moved, then, back so that his body was straddled over Aero win's. His ass brushed his hardness again, perfectly rounded, a smile curving his lips. "Mmm..." he let his hips rock slightly, so that he could press his own bulging erection against Aero win's stomach. Good. He'd show him just what a muse could do for him. He wanted this? Strange… to desire someone this strong on their first meeting. Had his music been that enticing? Was it the alcohol? Did Avi really want to be his muse this badly? Many questions filled his head at once, but before he could actually begin to answer them Avi had slipped onto his lap, his ass rubbing against his stark erection. He had become overwhelmed by ecstasy that very moment his eyelids shutting slowly. As Avi began to grind his ass onto Aero win, his mind becoming hazy all of a sudden any common sense that remained fluttering away. His hand slid down onto Avi’s hips, his fingers pressing eagerly into his gentle flesh. He began to thrust his hips, increasing the friction between the two, a strong heat of sorts building up between them. The moment Aero win felt Avi’s own bulge pressing against his stomach, he reached his left hand forward to place his hand upon it. Squeezing the bulge gently, he began to caress and tease it through the tight leather. It felt so natural to Aero win…to be touching another man the way he was. His only feeling should have been confusion given his past. However, the adrenaline pulsating through his very being ignored such a thought. Avi, was all he could focus on at the moment… Avi and the inexplicable pleasure he was experiencing. Ah, yes. He recognized the way that Aero win's eyes fluttered shut, and his body arched up against Avi's. He could tell that the man was becoming addicted to him. His reaction was so...innocent, though. So carefree, as though he didn't care what others thought, and this was natural. It was refreshing, and touched Avi in a way that he hadn't really felt before. He gasped when he felt Aero win's hand start caressing him through his pants. God, it felt good to have someone touching him. He liked to fill in physical affection for emotional affection. The man who had turned him into a vampire had been so very cold to him, and even now, as his child in the vampire sense, Avi could never deny a call from his maker. He had been taught that physical attention equated love. Pressing a soft kiss to Aero win's lips while smiling felt so right." Take me," he whispered, "Make me yours. Take care of me," he murmured, moving his hips in the most sinful ways, "I'll make you compose music you've never even dreamed of writing. Accept me as yours." Temptation was beating on his door tonight. Why it was so hard for Aero win to resist the other. It wasn’t like he was resisting then, but before he was. He didn’t believe in one-night stands, and he had a feeling that’s what this inexplicable pleasure was going to amount to. That and the fact that Avi was a dude. Seriously, he couldn’t get off the fact that a man was igniting such a burning arousal deep down inside of him. –take me I’m yours…- Avi’s words stopped all thoughts in the magician’s mind, his body moving on pure impulse. –make me yours…..take care of me- his angelic voice echoed throughout his hazy mind, commanding his aroused form. Aero win was simply intoxicated with the other’s scent….lost in the sinful ways he thrust his hips…lost in the way he controlled the very height of his arousal.–I’ll make you compose music you’ve never dreamed of writing- Aero win moaned softly in his response, his eyes half lidded filled with a strong passion for Avi. His cock pressed hard against the boy’s ass as he ground his ass into him…. –accept me as yours-His huh? Relationships were the last thing on Aero win’s mind—always. He was simply dedicated to his work…. Never having time for a lover of any kind. However, in spite of such he nodded solemnly. He grabbed onto Avi’s hips, his fingers pressing softly into his warm flesh. He slid him onto the couch, his silver eyes never leaving those icy jewels. Aero win gently grabbed Avi’s jaw kissing him passionately. As he kissed him, he slowly eased his slender frame on down to the cushions of the couch. He undid the vampire’s pants and pulled the tight leather from his silky skin.“You sure you want this?” he questioned, breaking their heated kiss. Avi smiled faintly as he felt Aero win's body practically pulsating underneath his own in nothing short of sheer lust. A grin spread over his lips as their kiss deepened, legs spreading a bit wider to coax Aero win into doing what he knew they both wanted, and take him. He could feel Aero win's thick length pressing against his through the leather of his pants, and it made his whole body burn in a way that reminded him exactly why he loved sex so much." God," he gasped, "Yes, I want this..." Even Avi, after centuries, could lose himself to pleasure. Having someone so large, pinning him down into the couch, keeping him underneath him. His hips wiggled as he spread his legs to allow the pants to slide down, kicking his boots off, wiggling out of his pants entirely to help him. Now that he was bare, his pale skin was utterly revealed, and he was beautiful. Utterly unmarked, flawless, except for two small, round scars side by side that were right on the inside of his right thigh, hidden in the curve of his hip. It signified the moment when he had been turned, when his maker had plunged fangs into his thigh at the height of sex, and then drained him. Aero win’s silver eyes stayed locked on Avi’s eyes as timid hands grabbed the hem of the male’s shirt lifting it slowly, exposing more of Avi’s beautifully pale skin. His fingers gently caressed the other’s silky flesh, the sheer smoothness of it under his skin so perfect. He was almost like a life-size marionette doll. So beautiful….so fragile… Aero win leaned forward capturing Avi’s lips again before his fingers began to play with Avi’s nipples. He squeezed and gently tugged, rolling the soft pink buds around the tips of his fingers. They moved so-- sinuously… His mind could think of nothing more but having taste… Aerowin broke their kiss several seconds later before pulling back. He lowered himself on the couch; his torso now between Avi’s parted thighs, the younger male’s bulge pressing firmly against his hot chest. Aero win parted his lips, his warm breath beating down upon Avi’s perky nipple, before his tongue slowly swirled around it. He took it into his mouth, suckling it. He tasted exquisite…. Sweet… He dipped his hand down in between their bodies slipping his hand into Avi’s underwear. He was hesitant at first to touch it, timorous fingers hovering above his muse’s erection. The warmth between his legs however, was ever so inviting. Aero win’s hesitant hand finally brushed up against Avi’s cock, before his slender fingers wrapped around it and began to stroke. Avi moaned softly, and then when Aero win leaned down and caught a nipple between his lips, he cried out. Fangs luckily still hidden, he pressed himself up against Aero win's chest, skin cool to the touch, whimpering and crying out. It felt absolutely incredible. He wanted - he wanted so badly - to lose himself with Aero win's touch riding over him." Please..." Avi knew full well that begging would just inflame the man's desire for him, drive him even wilder, make Aero win want him even more than he already did. He shut his eyes and arched, biting his bottom lip, doing his best to stifle himself." God..." He loved the feeling of a man's strong hand around his cock, and his eyes shut tight when he felt the other man begin to stroke, crying out Aero win's name and arching, his head laying back on the nest of his lovely red hair. His pale eyes flickered up to Aero win's face, lips parted. He would make Aero win his. God! The way Avi’s body reacted to his touch was driving him crazy. With each moan and breath that escaped the other’s mouth, Aero win’s body felt like it was on fire. It drove him to want to do more, to be better than he already was. ‘Please…’ Avi's plea brought Aero win’s silver eyes up to his flushed face while his mouth still played with his delicate nipple, his hand still stroking gently at his erection. Avi had predicted Aero win just right. Even though he had others beg for his attention and touch before, none of them caught his interest like Avi. None of them had bewitched him so. Avi’s cock between his fingers felt weird…but nice at the same time, and he wondered for a second if he could coax his muse into singing his song more passionately if he had a taste. He released the hold he had on Avi’s erection, removing his hand from inside the young male’s underwear. He pulled back a little bringing both his hand to the male’s waistband wrapping his fingers around the fabric. Slowly he began to pull down Avi’s underwear, his cock popping up from its binds. Aero win removed the fabric letting it drop to the floor before returning his attention to the ever so enchanting male before him, and his beautiful cock. Aero win gently grabbed the base of Avi’s manhood before bringing the tip of it into his mouth suckling it gently as he had with his nipple. Avi turned his head, revealing the line of a slim neck, small hands fluttering in his pleasure. He rested them atop broad shoulders, squeezing gently, letting out a slow cry of pure pleasure. He knew that it felt strange for his lover to be touching him like this, what with his being male, but he could tell that Aero win was doing his best to please him. Aero win wasn't as good as his master, the man who had turned him, but he was still good, and it felt incredible to have a man's touch on his body once more. He could never be satisfied. His master had made him hunger for his touch so badly that Avi was constantly chasing a man's touch, needing to be cared for, seeking a way to replace the fact that he'd been left by the man who had made him immortal. His breath seemed to leave his body when Aero win descended on his hardness. He bit his lip, then his hand, doing his best to keep his fangs from descending, doing his best not to make too much noise. "Oh...oh, God... Aerowin...it feels so..." His skin, even on his manhood, was hairless and so pale that it was almost translucent. He writhed, arching, then screamed, "God...just - just fuck me! Fuck me, Aero win!" Then softer, more plaintive, "I need you..."

Indulge [Sho and VinDictive]|rating:3.0

The bondage model (with CopperLily)

It started by accident. Trying to make a living as an artist was getting Markus down. He'd been co-designing and making elaborate sets for 'immersive theater' – where the audience wanders around a warehouse and scenes from a drama play out willy-nilly around them – but the theater company had fallen apart when the artistic director wanted to divorce the inspirational lead actor. So, one day Markus's kindly agent was rifling through his old portrait work, looking for stuff to help him sell. Only Markus had forgotten that his stash of sexual pictures were unhidden among 2007's drafts. When he brought coffee back from the local coffee house and saw Barbara's manicured pink nails touching the sheets of charcoal drawings, he was acutely embarrassed. Not that he was ashamed of his s and m fantasies exactly – the bound and yet curiously happy-looking women - after all, the fantasies had never become fact – but......well, what was it then, if not shame? 'Barbara, I'm sorry, I didn't mean you to...' She was professional, unblushing. 'Don't apologize. There's a market for this, you know. While you're deciding where your mainstream work goes next. Only...you didn't do this from life, did you?' The woman's face and body were, indeed, taken from memory and innocuous magazine pictures. He saw how lifeless they were, how they didn't work. It took a week to get over the embarrassment before he advertised for models. Then he quickly realized that the sex magazine he initially advertised in was a hangout for hookers who wanted to advertise their wares. He invited one to his studio, but he didn't even get as far as asking her to undress: he could see that she didn't know how to stop 'acting' in some performance that perhaps was meant for his benefit. How was he to find someone more 'authentic'? He almost gave up. But then, he decided to try one of the freebies – bforbondage.com – where it seemed as if people 'interested in the lifestyle' genuinely sought each other's company. Artist looking for non-professional model who enjoys sado-masochistic fantasies. I only want to draw you. I'll pay you too, how about that? Email me. Well, the same hookers were on to those ads too. But there were others that sounded more genuine, including one he decided to follow up... Caitlin Cross - who might never forgive her parents for giving her such an alliterative name - tucked her legs comfortably on her couch, idly browsing the internet while the television played in the background. It was raining outside, which only seemed to compound her sense of...longing. For someone to curl up next to on the couch. For someone to share her bed with, both sexually and otherwise. And for someone who understood her - someone who she didn't confess her interests to, and either bolt, or try to satisfy her with a couple half-hearted slaps on the rear and a silk necktie over her eyes. Her usual "rounds" brought her to bforbondage.com, and she skimmed over the last few posts the site's algorithms had flagged as of interest to her. Most were the usual - some DOM who thought he was endowed with a profound amount of natural charisma seeking an 18-year-old ballet dancer gymnast nymphomaniac with a flexible work schedule. Then there was one for...that was interesting. Someone looking for a bondage model, but not a pro. Someone who wanted, she assumed, the authentic look. Drawings were appealing - the occasional call for models that came out usually wanted pictures, and as much as she was alright with who she was, she was less alright with the world knowing who she was. It was an interesting offer at least, and she had a couple of days off coming up. She clicked the email link, using one of her anonymous accounts, a nickname that made up her online identity for...this part of her life. Hey there, I'm saw that you were looking for non-professional models for a session, and I'd be interested if you haven't filled your schedule. I'm local to the area, and my schedule is pretty flexible for the next few days. I'm sure you want to screen folks, so my profile is at bforbondage.com/users/profiles/IvyWanderer. Let me know if I fit the bill, and we'll talk scheduling?~ Cher profile was tempting - she was blessed with good looks, a trim body that was slim and smooth without being overly muscled, but with what had been described as 'a magnificent rack'. Her head was turned to the side in all the pictures, exposing a smooth, pale neck, and naturally blonde hair. After she sent it, she found herself unconsciously checking her email every few minutes, her heart beating a little faster. Markus hadn't posted a picture of himself. Now he felt he should have, when he saw the pretty woman with the nom de guerre Ivy Wanderer, but who perhaps was C. He tried to find a sketch he was half-satisfied with – but he couldn't, he hated trying to draw himself and everything looked wrong – so he settled for a cast-off passport photo, cast off because he'd smiled in the picture and the woman at the government desk had rejected it, you weren't allowed to smile in official portraits anymore. The photo made him look tolerable, perhaps 'C' would know he was tall from the way he seemed about to leap out of the frame, and his thin face and the little lines at his eyes and mouth showed that he liked to smile. He looked at himself: green eyes, dark brown hair, all his own teeth. A woman had once said 'handsome' about this face. Albeit, the full phrase had been, 'but you're handsome with it'. Hm. He wrote back from his regular email address, already with too many plans for what he'd like to draw, just from looking at Ivy Wanderer. He knew he was writing awkwardly but – Heck, this was nothing to be ashamed of. Not with a woman who'd answered an advert on bforbondage. Hey C, I'm afraid you're much too pretty to be really answering my advertisement. But just in case you really mean you might be willing to sit for me... I truly am an artist, there are even one or two copies of portraits I did in my straight early days online if you google my name. There's a coffee shop in the first floor of the building where I live and have a studio. Why don't we meet there, time and day up to you, phone number in my SIG below? Then you can SUS me out a bit and if you're happy we'll go up, and I'll begin with a couple of sketches while you enjoy music on demand from Spotify or my idea of conversation if you can stand it. Markus############### Had he asked her, she wouldn't have objected to his lack of a picture, or with the mediocre passport photo with the halfhearted smile. It wasn't a man trying to look intimidating in an overly complex outfit, or a picture of his cock - she had never understood the latter, even if it was remarkably popular. What, exactly, did men think was appealing about that? He looked handsome, in a sort of lean, vibrant way. The email he had sent her back was even more encouraging. She had talked to a couple other women, all of whom had "modeling gigs" turn into a series of dates and nothing other than that when it became clear they weren't spreading their legs. That never made sense to her - there were professionals for that. Despite the offer for coffee, it was near his studio, and expressly set out for planning, and giving her a sense of security by giving her a chance to meet him. His tone was...right. Her reply was simple, straight forward, setting a time and a place in the near future, and when it came she arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes early, sitting at a table sipping an iced chai latte, dressed in an attractive but sensible black halter dress and heels, with a medium-sized purse at her side, gazing out the window, people watching until he arrived. Markus had seen her arrive, for he'd arrived even earlier than her, but had hung about on the opposite corner, worrying he wouldn't recognize her. Of course, he'd recognized her straight away. She looked both attractive, and, well, normal. And wasn't that what he had been looking for? He left it for a minute or two; wondered if he should have worn something less casual than his RADIOHEAD t-shirt and blue jeans and sandals. Dived in. 'I'm – I'll just get myself -'He brought Earl Grey tea to the table. 'Pardon me,' he said as he sat down, 'but I'm already imagining drawing you, what fine-chiseled features you have, hey!' He had the urge to touch her cheek, which somehow made him grasp his own chin. 'Isn't it strange how everyone's a little lop-sided? There is no perfect symmetry in nature. Beauty comes from a little asymmetry, somehow.' He made himself fiddle with his tea; it was loose-leaf, there was a strainer to maneuver to pour it into the cup. When he looked up she was looking at him, with a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. 'So I don't know if there are things you want to ask me, or assurances you'd like to have, or anything. If so – ask away.' She looked up at he advanced, and the smile on her lips wasn't quite a smirk. A band t-shirt - casual as it was, it was kind of refreshing. Made him look more like an artist, and less like a generic dominant trying to spin a mild talent for sketching into an excuse to get a girl naked and tied up. She chuckled softly. "Why thank you - I think that's the kindest way I've ever had anyone call my face asymmetrical." She winked, to indicate that she wasn't upset. "But I'm glad you like your potential subject. Would be disappointing to come out here only for you to decide your time was better spent on bowls of fruit or sunsets."" Two questions, really. This artwork... I assume you're intending to make it available to the public? How well were you planning on rendering my features? And what kind of scenes did you have in mind?" What a relief: she seemed jovial, really quite, well, ordinary, not trailing baggage about the right way to behave as a submissive woman, and so forth.' A bowl of fruit,' said Markus, 'that could be an exhibition in itself, bowls hung where pictures would normally hang, and on the occasional desk, where you'd normally find a bowl of fruit, would be a still life.' He smiled. He was jabbering to cover the fact that he hadn't been able to resist touching her cheek.' As for rendering your features....' He took his hand away. 'The very point of seeking you out as a life model is to make an accurate representation of your body's features.' In the air he made a rectangle as if to isolate his image of her face. 'I could disguise your face as someone else's, but that would be a loss, I think. To the public. Who, yes, would see these drawings, and you'd share in any profits I made.'' Now, the kinds of scenes...' He slid off his chair, fighting off a blush he felt coming to his face when he wanted to perform for her. 'I imagine a journey for both of us, beginning with trying various forms of supplication.' He knelt before her. His hands came together in prayer. Then opened themselves out in supplication. Then he bowed to the ground before her. Finally, seeing her smile from upside down, he rolled over on his back and waggled all his limbs in the air like a puppy. 'Can you imagine this journey?' Then his artist's eye noticed: 'Mm, that's an interesting angle to see your face from. So....' He squatted on the floor beside her in the coffee shop, as a hurrying customer knocked against him on their way to their skinny latte. ''Want to come on a journey with me?' He proffered his hand, and smiled again. She smiled, and if she had an objection to him reaching out and touching her cheek, it remained unvoiced. In truth, she didn't - it wasn't a possessive or threatening touch, just an unprompted appreciation of something physical. And if she hadn't been alright with that, well, she was about to offer to model for him, so it was time to get right with it. His intention to faithfully render her features caused her to pause for a moment. While it was flattering to think that obfuscating her face would be a 'loss' artistically, part of her was still worried about that. What would happen if her participation in something like this became well known. But she told herself that, unlike a photo, there wasn't a certainty that it was her, if someone did find it. And even if they did, they would have to admit what they were looking at first. She briefly fantasized about the prospect of something like that even improving her prospects of...something. She smiled down at him, until he stood, and she took his hand. "A journey and a share of the profits. And a chance to see myself drawn by your hand." The double meaning of a sentence like that dangling in front of them both. "I'd very much like to see that." Drawn by his hand. She took his proffered hand, as she said that. He was a little startled, even though it had been by his invitation. He tried not to show it, let go of her hand, and led her out. It was just a block to the office building. A warm block in the summer sunlight. In the foyer of the building he smiled at the plump, smiling receptionist and turned to Caitlin. 'We have to sign in, but all my models use saucy pseudonyms.' He turned to the receptionist, who was laughing. 'This is C, and don't let her tell you any different.' They took the elevator to the seventh floor. 'Some kind of bad design, they found the 7th floor was too hot in hot weather and too exposed in cold. So they rent it out cheap to cheapskates like me.' Markus was an orderly man: it showed in his studio. Attic skylights flooded sun on different areas: a small cooker and a couple of chairs; an office-y area with a computer; and a wide expanse of studio space where paintings and drawings were stacked and filed, a drawing-board sat ready with charcoal and watercolors, and a sumptuous if raggedy chaise-tongue sat, ready, as it were.' I bought the chaise-tongue specially, you should have seen me and my friend Kit in the elevator with it! So, there's a little curtained area where you can go and undress and wash if you want, hangers. I thought I would undress too, some kind of equality in my mind, plus it's so damned hot up here I'm usually only in shorts – but if you find that at all uncomfortable, just say, and I'll wear my boxers. Please.' He gestured to her to go towards the long blue curtain that led to the dressing-room. She hovered, perhaps a question playing on her lips. He looked at her face anew, thinking about its shape, about how to sketch her features, as she seemed to decide whether to speak. It was a short walk to his studio, and blushed as the secretary laughed, clearly having at least some idea of what the string of pretty girls who came to his studio were involved in. She obediently signed in as 'CC', and followed him up to the seventh floor, nodding." I had an office like that once - well, actually the opposite I suppose. God fed enough AC that it was freezing in the summer and I had to wear a coat, and in the winter, the big boilers couldn't be turned off. It was meant as a storage room or something once. And I didn't even get a break on rent." She smiled as she walked into the studio, looking around admiring it. "It's nice though, in its a own way. Cleaned, but lived in. How I imagined a place like this should feel, if it was going to manage not to be seedy." She paced around the room for a bit, nodding softly, before slipping behind the curtain, taking her clothes off efficiently." Keep on or take off whatever you like, but don't worry about it on my account. I was expecting you to stay dressed, to be honest." Hanging up her clothing, she called out to him. "Shoes on or off?" Once she had the answer to that, she stepped out, a hand over her breasts and her legs a little more close together than was purely natural, a soft blush on her cheeks. "Where should I go?" 'Shoes off.' They were shy of each other. Her hand covered herself a little and her legs squeezed close together. She blushed. As for him, with life models he'd always remained clothed, the artist, in a separate realm. But now he was as naked as her, and straight away he realized he'd crossed a divide. Although he was going to draw her, they were going to inhabit the same, normal world, the same realm of BDSM or whatever it ought to be called. He was surprised by his own embarrassment. Actually, his embarrassment made him, for the moment, unexcited: that, too, was odd: shouldn't he be excited by her nakedness? And then, he smiled, and cast all that aside. He was himself, and she'd frankly accepted his frank invitation. Begin.' Where should I go?' He shifted the easel a little. 'Just here, in front of me. And then, let's imagine where you have gone, in your head. You have shut the great doors behind you, shut the doors to the land of safety, and entered instead this new place, this planet – the planet of Slavic.' He was already sketching, as she knelt, and smiled.' You are before a man who's acquired you – somehow – no, I know – at an invisible auction where you didn't see who would buy you. This is your first sight of him. He's not as ugly as you feared. You've heard that he's a gentle but firm master and he - he wants to bind you. Implore him to take you. Yes,' at her gesture, 'that's it, but show him that there's irony in you – that you will serve, but that part of the pleasure will always be that you know you are serving, that a place inside you volunteers this service – oh, and you reach out – yes...' And his arm moved rapidly as he sketched her, imploring, with her sweet, yet ironic smile... Nodding, she kicked her shoes off, not quite looking at his nakedness, but not avoiding it either, looking at him thoughtfully." Do you like what you see, now that you can see..." her hands went slowly to her side, "Well, all of it?" She smiled sheepishly. "I can't tell." She moved in front of him, listening to his instructions. In some ways, she was glad that he wasn't going with one of the old clichés - a damsel in distress, a thinly veiled rape reference. A tawdry scene right out of porn. Instead, she was being asked to use her mind, and she smiled, sinking to her knees. Closing her eyes she imagined it. The heat from his studio made it a desert world, the smell of dirt and warm metal hitting her nose, heat radiating on her face. Here she was an exotic thing, a pale little gemstone, smooth and unblemished. She had knelt here, surrounded by opaque silk screens while men - and women - bid on her body, until only one remained, and the screen was pulled away. She could feel relief flooding through her, that she had not been sold to some repulsive, or cruel man. This was a man she could serve - and who would cherish her for that service, even if it sometimes brought tears to her eyes. Her eyes opened, and she gave him a wry little half-smile, her eyes beckoning, neck slightly cocked as if to invite a collar. He smiled. He felt pleasure, the pleasure of the artist, that he was rendering her so...the pleasure of the guide, that she, the guided, liked the look of the place he wanted to lead her to...and sexual pleasure...ah... But then – perhaps he had scrawled too hastily. Or perhaps he would keep that half-smile to himself, for his private collection, a sketch half-finished. He turned the page. 'That's lovely, I will work on that more, C...this is all he knows you by for now, the initial C...he says, for he can say anything, bold as you like, he says that he will name you when he has tasted you, tasted your skin and your mouth and your cunt... But now...'...giving her hardly time to react...sketching as her half-smile became tinged with slight anxiety...yes that was what he wanted next...' Now you've offered yourself, but then you've seen what he'll put on your wrists, vicious-looking metal manacles, are they even big enough for your wrists? And yet you still want to offer yourself, but everything about you has that slight concern, your legs move together...'...for she had perhaps unconsciously parted her legs, as if to begin to offer herself there too...'...and your plea is now not merely, Take me...but... Take me and be kind to me...' "C"In this place, she didn't even have a name, just an impersonal designation. No meaning, no identity, just something to know when she was being called, until such time as he decides she's worthy of an identity beyond that of simply a thing. Her smile was lined with a little nervousness, as she realised how far down she had sunk, how much this man was able to define her. She moved her wrists to the right position for the imagined manacles, held against each other, her hands trembling slightly, a reluctant surrender as if to buy herself some leniency. Her legs pressed a little closer together, not barring his gaze but veiling it, and when she opened her eyes they were soft and pleading and longing all at once, her gaze trying to communicate the benefits of owning a girl who obeyed not out of fear but out of devotion, who desired to please her Master best, and use all of her self for that bit of kindness. And then, he was in a sort of trance when he drew, especially when he felt somehow in the flow of the moment, and so it was a sudden shock to him to think – oh! The image is finished! And then he wasn't lost in himself but was Markus again, a naked man with an erection, in the company of the pretty young woman – no more the Master who had bought the anxious, yet eager slave – oh, and yet she still seemed anxious yet eager – his charcoals were his magic wand, when he put them down a spell would be broken, and they would be stranded here, a little embarrassed perhaps -And so he savored the moment, pretending to improve the shadows at her hairline when truly the image was done, because he wanted her, now, Markus wanted the model Caitlin – and to keep her there, naked and supplicant, he added an amulet at her neck, oh and rings at her nipples (he felt his erection twitch) where there were no rings -And then he felt he could cheat her no longer. He smiled. 'Here. It's done. Want to take a look?'(She knelt there, and it took concentration to keep her pose, keep still and with the proper expression while he sketched. It allowed her mind to wander, and she got a little lost in the fantasy, picturing herself on that hot tile floor, imploring the man in front of her to let her serve him fully and well. A surprised part of her admitted to herself that she was sufficiently lost to the role that, had he stood, wrapped his hands in her hair and drawn her forward, she would have plunged her mouth onto him like that desperate young harem girl without a second thought. Instead, he let her linger longer as he added details, before finally breaking the spell, letting her down and offering her a look. She blushed as she saw the added rings in her nipples, wondering if things like that pleased him - oddlywantingto please him, and she reached out toward the picture, her fingers not quite touching the surface of the paper, as if afraid to sully it." It's beautiful..." she looked up at him, her eyes that same alluringly pliant expression. "Is that really...how you see me?" 'Is that really how you see me?' She was still kneeling. The look in her eyes was still the same. She'd only been acting the slave, though, hadn't she? So why wasn't she getting up? Why did her body still seem pliant, submissive? Why hadn't the look in her eyes changed? She was just an artist's model, and he was the artist. Naked, he wanted to be flippant in reply, No, that's not how I really see you, I hallucinated some nipple rings... He stopped himself saying such a foolish thing. Somehow he had to pull on his shirt, begin to tug on his boxers, before he could answer properly. 'That's how the artist in me saw you. That's how you looked. In the story we were both in.' Both? But shouldn't he have been outside the story? The dispassionate observer? 'Maybe we can continue the story. Next time. But for now...do put your clothes on if you want. Let's have a glass of wine. Hey?' She was still there, at his feet, but allowing herself to smile now. His erection hadn't subsided: all-too-clear evidence of how he was feeling, as he pulled on his clothes. Hell, she l, ooked sexy like that. She felt like it was a stupid question the moment she asked it - of course that was 'how he saw her', she was modeling for him wasn't he? She listened to him explain, not realizing that she hadn't risen from her knees, her hands sinking down to her side but resting where the harem girl's would have, her eyes still pliant, less worried now, but more...awestruck? She smiled, laughing nervously, and nodded. "Yeah, I meant the emotion. I mean, that looks like me but..." she shook her head. "Maybe it's just because I've never been able to draw, but that looks like I'm there. That I'm that girl...and could be that appealing. It's just not what I expected." She smiled, rising and getting dressed. "It's way better I mean - you've got a lot of talent." She dressed, considering his words. We. Was he the demanding, critical Emir unseen in his picture, yet so pivotal to the slave girl's expression? Or was he watching from afar, an omniscient recorder of events?" Wine would be great. White if you have it?" She found herself already excited for 'next time', wanting to feel that again - the story he was crafting from her, and the art that came from it. That made her feel tingles on her skin, and excitement that moved beyond what she had ever felt with photographs of her." So how do you display these? Are there galleries? Exhibits?" 'So how do you display these? Are there galleries? Exhibits?' This was against his own rules: wine this early in the day. But he felt he hadn't quite emerged from their encounter. It was if they were play-acting their 'real' selves. He felt himself being tugged back to the role of the master. He wanted to go back to his sketchbook, and draw her again, and again. He drank more than a sip. 'I've got two different plans. I'm trusting that you're happy for the images to be for sale. If you're happy to pose for a sequence – which I'd love, you're a natural for the role – then I'll write a bit of a story like the one I was babbling at you, and put it together as a book.' He kept stealing glances at her. She perhaps thought she'd emerged from the submissive mood of the portrait; but her face was still upturned, eager, sweetly focussed on him.' Then Plan B – well, there's a Japanese market – I'll need to go away and work on that – using, frankly, your face and body and pose as a template, but modified to appeal to the Japanese. It's a shameless effort to make a little money I'm afraid. But I do love your look. How would the same time tomorrow be?' That must seem a little eager of him. 'Or – whenever you can...? She sipped the wine quietly while he explained his plans, the two different routes he might take. She nodded slightly, appreciating the caveats he had put in - that she was happy with the images, and that she be willing to pose for a sequence. Neither was assumed, asserted. Even with the effect he had on her, he hadn't simply pressed his will on her." A series sounds like an excellent idea..." she smiled, her expression warm and genuine, her eyes still focused on him." She chuckled at the Japanese market. "Wider eyes and larger breasts?" She winked. "I'm not going to stop you from trying to make a little money - I know how hard it is to make it as an artist." She was a little surprised by the eagerness of his offer, but nodded. "Sure." She finished her wine and stood, kissing him on the cheek, a little chaste, but also a little hopeful, her fingers lingering a little longer on his arm than was purely needed." This time tomorrow?"---She was on edge the whole night, and when she went to sleep, she found herself dreaming of the scene he had put forward, awakening flushed, her breathing rapid. Her 'appointment' couldn't come fast enough, and she was a good 10 minutes early when she signed in, blushing at the secretary as she signed 'CC' and rode up the old elevator, eager to reach his studio. The smock was spattered with paint, but that didn't matter. Indeed, it added to the ambiguity: that when he opened the door to greet her – CC – it was all he wore, the floor-length white male gown, trimmed in an abstract pattern in embroidered blue.' Welcome,' he said. 'Welcome.' It was somehow a surprise to see her clothed. Of course, she would be, out in the world. But much of the previous afternoon and evening he'd played with images of her naked. On his computer now was a transformed 'C', he'd left his program open to show her. So after the pleasantries - a pitcher of cool water and glasses for both of them - he touched her on the upper arm to turn her towards his monitor and said, 'Look, here's how you might look in Japanese.' There was a sequence of four images of a kneeling naked woman, in exactly the same pose as C had adopted the day before, only this woman's expression was more imploring, and her eyes were aslant, and her breasts were – as she-as-model had herself forecast – somewhat enhanced. Across her breast-bone he'd inscribed Japanese characters, as if branded there: スレイブ. 'It means 'slave' in Japanese, at least I think it does,' he smiled, as he explained. 'Pronounced sue-ray-boo. I imagine it's branded there, don't you? Would you like to...?' He gestured towards the curtain, having wanted to say the word 'branded to her for reasons he himself wasn't altogether clear about, and now eager to begin. She seemed a little surprised by what he wore, but the expression changed quickly enough, and she followed him into the studio. Finishing the cool water, enjoying the feel of it on her throat in the summer heat, she followed him over to his computer, guided by his touch on her upper arm, eager to see what he envisioned for her modified, for foreign market consumption self looked like. Her eyes widened, blushing at the size of her breasts, and the kind of wide, imploring eyes that she didn't even think were physiologically possible. But what drew her eyes was the brand on her character's breastbone, and the way her eyes widened, she also interpreted his transition as a suggestion to make that a reality, before she caught his intended meaning as he gestured to the curtain, letting out a nervous laugh." Of course..." She undressed behind the curtain, musing to herself as she carefully folded her clothing, setting it on a stool. "You know, it seems a little silly, undressing behind this, just to spend the afternoon posing naked in front of you." She stepped out, giving him that same submissive, indulgent glance. "How would you like me?" 'You know, it seems a little silly, undressing behind this, just to spend the afternoon posing naked in front of you.' But she did it, then stepped out, ready. The look in her eyes.' I like – etiquette,' he answered. 'Ritual. Even if a man owned a woman, say: there would be a set of rituals between them, or so I would imagine.' He wanted her, he had spent much of the last day imagining and re-imagining her and how she was here in the flesh – the naked flesh – it was as if all his artistic work had been prolonged foreplay. His desire flooded through him. So when she said 'How would you like me?' he simply smiled at her, for several seconds, more than that perhaps, until all the lustful answers were – well, not gone from his imagination, but submerged by the work ahead.' I want you ready, kneeling and ready. Here, I've put the mirror here so you can look at yourself, as your master would wish you to look: to appraise yourself, and feel pride in what you offer.' He crouched, and turned her a little, his hands on her upper arms, so that she was half-facing away from where he'd set up his drawing-board. When he stood he felt the tingle of her, along his arms. 'So you are looking in the mirror, C, still coming to terms with becoming a slave, his slave, this man's slave, and then he hurries in, dressed only in his Galatia, his smock, and your head turns while your body still faces the mirror...that's it, that's it...' He drew, he drew. What a miracle that the shape of her image in his mind's eye had become the shape of her in the flesh. Flesh, flesh. Sunlight slanted in upon her body as he drew... She nodded, understanding the point behind his musings about rituals. Even if they weren't purely necessary, it seemed that there was an inherent value in preserving some rituals. Not just making everything as streamlined and efficient as possible, as seemed the push behind most of what society did. Things like her going behind that curtain. It was a physical and visual signifier, a transition between Caitlin the Woman and Caitlin the Model, or whatever else she was. She smirked slightly at his pause in response to her inadvertent innuendo, and went obediently to the mirror, kneeling in front of it. She assumed roughly the same position she had last time, back straight, chest pressed out just slightly, legs parted enough to be inviting without being lewd, allowing herself a slight smile as she appraised the scene before her. He manipulated her so she was in a slightly different position, gazing at her reflection. His scenario was a new one - she wasn't an experienced slave girl, but something newly made, still fresh, perhaps a little prideful, but also uncertain. Trying her best to hide her trepidation, telling herself that these first few moments may mean the difference between a life of comfort and torment. That she was a slave now. And it was no mysterious Emir today, but a new owner - one dressed remarkably like the artist drawing her was now. She turned as he directed, her pose yielding and submissive, eyes wide and bright, carrying in their gaze yearning and hope and fear all at the same time. 'And he says...'...drawing, drawing...'...this is your fate, to be the artist's model. To submit to his whims. To laugh at his jokes...'...which, her looking over her shoulder just as he wanted her, made her laugh, just as he wanted her, and he hoped he could preserve the memory of that as her features would shift again...'...that's right, to know that even if he submitted you to hours of boredom he would expect, nay insist that afterward you made elegant love to yourself, looking at yourself in the mirror, knowing he's watching...'...and that idea shifted her look, yes, it etched another layer into her features, and he drew, and drew... She stayed posed as he wished, that soft, clever, pliant expression on her face as she regarded him, both in character and out of it, the two of them mixing like paint on a pallet while he worked. She laughed as he made a joke - about making jokes - and as her laugh subsided she winked." A cruel fate indeed..." His narration as he drew grew more intimate, and that was reflected in her features, a soft blush and a look of desire crossing her face, a blend of need and desire and submission." Is that how he would finish his work? To the sounds of my soft moans, and my shudders as my fingers slowly work the cramps from my body through my core?" How he would finish his work? Was it that he so loved having her here, kneeling like this, that as soon as he thought he'd caught on paper what he was after, he felt immediately impatient with it and wanted another try? Just to keep her here?' Ah, soft moans,' he said, 'I hope you aren't cramping as yet for there's something I want to ask of you, to continue the pose but...' He'd been shy to tell her of what he'd bought. Or rather, the object itself didn't induce shyness in him; he felt surprisingly assertive about it, in itself; but the shop he'd gone to, in order to acquire it, he'd felt somehow tainted there, not an artist-master at all but a sleazy fellow among sleazy fellows.' I bought this. Perhaps you'd like to flex yourself a little, then kneel again and have me try this on you. It would be a symbol of the master's ownership.' There was a motif, of an eagle with wings spread, on the collar. The image wouldn't show at the angle he'd been drawing her, but perhaps...there were other ways to use it...he'd considered faking the collar, of simply drawing her and adding the thing later, but now she was here, fleshly, warm, at his service...why not? He'd chosen his words carefully, about having him try it on her. He very much wanted to bend to her, close, reach round her neck, buckle it there. Furthermore, he wanted to understand the feeling.' You're ready? For the collar?' She shook her head softly at his concerns, a smile on her face to show him she was okay." No, I'm quite alright. I was just imagining life as an artist's slave - how much of it must be spent still and tense, your body not given up to service as frozen by it." She blushed softly, looking at the collar, wondering if his intention was more serious than just his model wearing the appropriate prop. And what she would say if it was - she found herself not wanting to do what she had told herself she would, getting up, ending the scene and cutting off things, not wanting this work to be bent into something else. Into him trying to be with her. She wasn't quite sure what to do with that." I'm ready." She arched her neck, holding up her hair for him - rather pleasantly baring her breasts as she did - letting him wrap it around her neck. The touch of her, yes. All the hidden substances – pheromones, whatever they called them – that flew in the air between them. He felt a giddy rush, fastening the collar to her neck, as if he might fall from dizziness and tumble into another world. But then he recovered; smiled, straightening. He reached to her to touch the place between her chin and the collar, for no accountable reason he could think of. Oh. And so he drew. And with the collar, he started on an old drawing but then realized he had to begin all over again, with the collar in place she was a different woman. His hand worked eagerly, almost painfully past. He smiled, and her smile glowed in return. He couldn't recover the slightly bantering tone from before.' You look wonderful,' he said, drawing a leather band on her upper arm that wasn't there, wanting to force it on to her by the sheer willpower infused into his pencils.' I feel as if I'm your master,' he said, unable to resist drawing the collar-motif in yet another, more intimate place, as she knelt and looked back at him, and smiled.... She closed her eyes, and as he fastened the collar around her neck he might feel her heartbeat flutter, a smile on her face when he touched her, her chin tilting up ever so slightly, as if inviting him. And then she lost him to his sketchbook, and she was content to kneel, smiling gently as he worked, finding some comfort in that. Ducking her head slightly when he complemented her, she laughed. "Thank you, truly." She mused at his statement that he felt like her Master, a bright light in her eye. "In some ways, you are." Blushing at the innuendo in her suggestion, she continued." I'm just a girl with a rarely checked profile. You...you made this, the drawings, the setting I'm cast into. In some ways, you're everything in it. The mysterious Emir. The diligent artist who bought a slave girl to model for him. The stone and the warm sun and silk curtains whispering in anticipation. The chains and the collar. All of it is, well, you." He felt a surge of melancholy. The picture he'd felt such urgency to draw – the picture of the woman kneeling at his feet, half-turned towards him, talking of the characters in her imagination that he might be, that he had planted there - quite suddenly the picture was complete. He would come back to it later, perhaps, and erase here, add detail there, but – in essence, it was complete. He couldn't pretend to keep drawing. But how incomplete he felt. A story just begun, with a woman here who was the actress in his drama. Was it time to break and say, Now we must go back to our real lives? He put down his pencils. His hands were filthy from the charcoal. He squatted down beside her; she still smiled, knelt, looked beseeching.' The chains and the collar, she said. 'All of it is, well, you.' He held his fingers close to her face. 'These fingers are me,' he said. 'Shall you become the paper? Shall I trace a line around the circumference of each of your breasts?' Somehow, she felt it when he finished, when he returned his pencils to their places - but she stayed in place. Until...what? She grew tired? Until he released her from her role as his model? Until he showed her the piece, and separated her once more from the girl in the drawing, turning them into two people? She wasn't sure herself - but she found herself not wanting to be out from under the spell of sitting for him. Not quite yet. And so her soft, timid gaze fell on charcoal-stained fingers, and she felt him offer something - she wasn't sure what he wanted, but...she wanted it. Wanted him. She allowed him a submissive, inviting smile." Would it improve the art, or the artist, for me to become so? For you to more fully trace the contours you draw so lovingly?" She said neither yes nor no. Asked more questions. Her smile, though, was affirmative. He was more directly in front of her, still crouching, his eyes on hers.' I think it will have no effect on the art,' he said, 'for when the pencils are laid down, the artist becomes again the Emir.' Each palm on each of her nipples, just touching, he began to trace a line, with just his index and little fingers, around the upper semicircle of each of her breasts.'Oh, but she will fear the Emir, for he imagines these lines not as mere lines, or perhaps pieces of twine or strips of leather, binding her breasts...' And he lowered each of his hands so he could trace the lower semicircles with his black fingers.'...but as harsh wires, barbed wires perhaps, into which he will insert hooks from overhead chains to half-suspend her from her pretty breasts...' He smiled, crouching. He'd drawn the circle lines, and made little smudges on the skin of her breasts.' Whereas the artist, of course, wouldn't be able to bear to damage what seems to him almost his creation, the woman whose image he's drawn...' Her questions were meant to be inviting, and she was glad when he approached. She shivered as he placed his palm on her nipples, which hardened beneath his touch, a look of pleasure as he traced the contours of her breasts. Her breasts rose and fell as he spoke, and he could feel the agitation she felt at his touch, her pulse beneath his fingertips. He eased her into the scene, first with a pleasant notion, than drawing a timid whimper at the idea of being hooked and suspended by her tender flesh, dangling on her toes for the Emir's pleasure, her eyes wide. Then she shivered as he broke the spell, becoming the artist again, and she lowered her head, taking his hand in hers and kissing his knuckles." Cannot bear to damage me?" She looked up at him, her eyes soft and...wanting. "And are you happier then, as the artist, or the Emir? Do you wish your art to moan, or to cry?" (happier?' He took her hand and helped her up. He showed her the image. Already her smile, beside him, was different from the one he'd drawn. Or had he captured a lie? The lie he wanted to see? Along with the little extra accoutrements he'd given the kneeling form that both was and wasn't her – the arm strap, the insertion at her rear? Something had ended too soon, he felt, looking at her looking at the picture. Perhaps he should have stayed crouching, captivating her with the Emir's tale. But he'd wanted so much to touch her. And then, to see herself, portrayed, or lied about.' I'm not sure either role makes me happier. There's fulfillment – for a few moments. The Emir – he is unsatisfiable I think. No torture would be enough, and every torture would spoil the beautiful thing he desired for her unspoiledness. Perhaps the artist is satisfied momentarily – but then he wants to know – what do you think?' He gestured to the picture exaggeratedly. Her nakedness seemed starker now she wasn't posing, somehow. 'What do you think?' Her fingers brushed over the painting without touching it, pausing at the additions, especially the adornment of her rear end - contemplating them, perhaps. A smile came to her lips as she looked down at it, and her eyes shimmered." To be portrayed like this...to be thought beautiful enough to be drawn with such skill..." She smiled again, and shook her head. "It's a wonderful thing. And it's beautiful. But it's wrong." She held up her hands - the same way she might placate the Emir before he considered something truly cruel. "It's not bad. You've captured her perfectly. It is the viewer who is wrong. That is no artists model." She pointed to the eyes, and the curve of the smile." It's a lopsided smile, just subtly imperfect. But it reaches her eyes - she is not merely posing there. That is joy." She gently tapped the arm band and the...thing...occupying her rear end." Those look uniform, almost...military? A favored camp follower perhaps, or a favored concubine, waiting word from her Master gone off to battle, only to be greeted with the site of him returning triumphant, perhaps. The curve of her body - that is no static pose. Her lines are all moving upward - that is grace about to be in motion." She smiled at him. "Your pen exceeds what I can manage." Markus felt like a moment had passed. A moment when he might have -What? What she said was flattering. He knew that the conjunction of his own private erotic obsessions, and her pliant yet characterful poses, had brought out something special in him. In the curve of his pencils, in the curve of the image of her flesh. But -There was a next step that he wanted to take, but hadn't taken.' Thanks,' he said, 'hey, what if we get dressed, and I'll buy you lunch over at Rigby's. You can tell me about the rest of your life. Maybe fix up a next time for the artist's model. If you're happy to pose for me again...?' She was wondering what he was thinking behind that mask, and as she stood, she nodded. "I'd like that..." She slipped behind the screen for a moment, getting dressed before reappearing from behind them. "Of course I'd be happy to pose for you again!" She smiled, going to him and offering her arm. "And I'd love lunch as well. Lead on?" Gazing down at the drawing, she looked - happy, awestruck almost, her expression almost longing. To what? To be able to see herself like that? To have his talent? Together girl? Sitting at the table at Rigby's across from Caitlin, he was glad he'd made the suggestion to eat together. It wasn't just that it would improve his portraits of her – albeit, he couldn't help noticing particular gestures, the way she chewed, a gesture of her fingers to her hair, that he might use. But also, he didn't feel the obligation to be in a role. Markus could just be himself. And even as himself, he wanted her. She had posed nude for him, and had liked it. And he'd played Master, and Master-artist, and had liked it. But was there a way just to be themselves? Or didn't that matter, now she was chatting happily?' So go on,' he said, 'what's your biggest ambition. Go on,' he smiled, 'I won't tell a soul. Or maybe just one other person. Did you know, a secret is something you only tell one other person?' She smiled wryly, putting down her sandwich as she spoke, enjoying lunch, and the idea of him, well, liking her." My biggest ambition? I suppose like a lot of people, it's probably wealth." She held her hands up a little defensively, thinking that an artist - not normally a path to fortune - might object. "Not sports car and a house in the Hamptons wealth. Just...enough for the freedom to think about what I wanted to do. I mostly take contract work - it would be nice to do projects because they were interesting, not because I needed to pay rent." She winked. "Or maybe to find some indulgent Emir to let me explore...that side of me. The part you capture so nicely." He liked her smile. This set of smiles at the restaurant. None was quite the submissive one he'd tried to capture in his charcoal daubing. But there were expectations in them, weren't there? Or was he just imagining things?' Or maybe to find some indulgent Emir to let me explore...that side of me. The part you capture so nicely.' This was so breathtaking, it couldn't immediately be answered. He took a gulp of his drink and tried to remember what she'd been talking about just before. He found words somehow: 'I don't think about making a lot of money. People talk about freedom to do the art they want. But I'm not always sure – at least a buyer is evidence that someone thinks what you're doing has some worth.' Did she reply? Her lips moved, but he was focussing inwardly on the other question. He cut in on her:'Hey, tell you what. Tomorrow, if you're free tomorrow – maybe we could try that – me not drawing for once but – well, I can be a very plausible Emir - and I bought some rope...' He looked into her eyes, worried he was blushing despite himself but determined to hold her gaze. 'What do you say?' "So is that what you look for in your art? A buyer, or someone viewing it to express pleasure in your worth?" She sounded curious, and genuinely interested in his motivations. While she may not have that submissive smile he had captured in the drawings, she did have an attentive gaze and bright, interested eyes. Quirking her head to the side, her expression turned curious and intrigued, offering her something beyond acting as a model. He was offering to be her Emir." I...think that could be very interesting. Perhaps it would let me understand better the girls you would like me to be, if... I felt some of what they felt." She winked. "And perhaps I'm interested in it for myself as well. Tomorrow then? No paper, just...the two of us?" Taking a bite of her meal, she smiled. "Speaking of people appreciating your work, how are you going to show what you've done so far?"

The bondage model (with CopperLily)|rating:4.0

Kiddnapping (IC)

PROLOG: How every started. IOC Thread: (room: (room:Limo camp; Jet(Letter from Mistress Elizabeth:Dear, Selected Student, I am happy to inform you that you have been selected to come stay at my hotel for Summer break. You are selected by one of your professors. They had written some very nice things about you. Everything will be taken care of for you. Includes air fair and food. We will be sending a taxi cab to get you and take you to where you will be the other five lovely students. There you will get into a Limo which will take you to my personal Jet. Then will fly you to our lovely island resort. Were all your hopes and dreams will come true. Hope to see you soon, Elizabeth Hotel owner How things came to be. The Hotel was given to Elizabeth when she was young by her late grandparents. She didn’t know what she was going to do with an island with the hotel on it. It was very beautifully island, but the Hotel looked a little lost in time. When someone told Elizabeth., about the money that could be made with the sex trade. Soon after that She started to get a staff together to help train the little slave pets. As the new pets had made it to the island and told her staff to take the newcomer are to come to the meeting room where the fun will begin. Picture from the letter Outside(Meeting room(Lilly Grant:On the Jet Lilly got on the Jet bound to the island first. She was excited about this trip, it was so much different than her old family called a trip. She shook her head at the thought of them. This was a good time, she should dwell on things of the past. It only would come and bite her in the ass. She walked on and was in shock of how much was in the jet. It had a few min fridges and one big table that would set all six lucky ladies comfortably. And six little beds that looked for those who wanted to sleep. Who could sleep when they are about to be taken away from this kind of world. Into a land of dreams or so the letter kind of said. She looked in the fridge and found a coke and sat down at the table and waited for the other. As for her bags it was just a small bag no bigger than a backpack for cloths, but there was a duff bag for her covers and pillow and also holding all bathroom junk that a girl couldn't live without. Lilly didn't really have much really. She was lucky to pay her way through the terms. Now summer brake and one of her math teachers said he would help her with next term of course mostly at a price. Lilly knew all to well that nothing came free. She has to give up something or work toward something. She never knew really if that was true with him. If you only knew her past you would understand why she thought such way even if it was someone being nice and wanted nothing in turn. Her hair lay flat framing her face as she drinks her coke. Becky was the next person to board the jet. It was much more luxurious than the commercial jet she took a few years ago, where the carpet was worn, and she got a bag of peanuts and a soda for lunch. Becky set her small suitcase down, and said hello to Lilly. "Hello I am Becky. I guess you are another of the winners flying off to the resort. It sounds very nice, and judging from this jet, I think they must have very standards at the hotel." Becky talked with Lilly for a few minutes and then walked over to get herself a diet coke. She returned and lifted her glass and clinked it against Lilly's glass. "I'd like to make a toast before our adventure begins, that we might both have an unforgettable trip." Becky would soon find out how true those words she spoke were, but not in the manner she intended them. Stephanie -- Boarding the jet Mood Optimistic(made it through airport security with a smile. She hadn't been in a better mood in several months, maintaining a 4.0 is hard on the brightest of girls. She picked up her bag from the security x-ray conveyor and proceeded to the private terminal beaming in excitement for her trip. Her bag wasn't too heavy, she had change of clothes for a week, toiletries and the sex toys she that had kept her sane through the stressful school year. Boarding the plane she immediately smiled and greeted the other two girls. "Hi!" she said "Where do we put our stuff?" she held up her bag. She put her bag away and took a seat at the table with the other girls. "So are you excited? Vacation in the tropics!" she said excitedly. She didn't say it, though she hoped at least one of these women was a lesbian, or at least bi. If nothing else maybe she could persuade one of them to give girls a try. Little did she know these girls were going to get very acquainted with women before the week was out, and the Stephanie was going to get much more acquainted with guys. Amy Lawrence Boarding the plane and meeting the others who are already ahead of her (was the next one to board, and she smiled at the other girls as she joined them, after stowing her carry-on luggage. She'd brought several changes of clothes, a bit of makeup and a few books, and was looking forward to having a fun and relaxing vacation. She smiled brightly at everyone, taking an empty seat next to Stephanie, after grabbing a Pepsi from the fridge. "Anyone know if we're still waiting on anyone else, or is this it?" she asked them all curiously. She couldn't remember if the letter had said how many others would be coming. "I'm Amy, by the way, nice to meet everyone," she added, taking a sip from her glass, and hoping that this group might become more than mere acquaintances. Stephanie -- Comfortably seated with the others, on board the jet Mood: Sociable Stephanie smiled at the new girl as she sat down "I think there were six" she said, Stephanie was almost too meticulous at times and too good at numbers. Though now that she had made it through her first schoolyard she was hoping to be able to forget about numbers altogether and just relax on a beach or by a pool or something, just anything." I'm Steph" she said smiling and introducing herself to Amy. "It's going to be so much fun going out with the girls again, I haven't been able to do anything with just the girls in such a long time" Stephanie said, emphasizing the "o" in "long" Mia- fashionably late The limo got a flat on the way and Mia was really late. She figured she missed the plane since she was running so behind. To say she was relieved when she saw the plane still there. She pulled her pink carry on behind her and saw a bunch of girls already chatting. She quietly sat by herself and let the others chat. Furthermore, she was a bit shy around new people, but once someone got to know her, she opened up to them. Furthermore, she was very excited about the trip, but her mom was worried, Mia hadn't been that far away from her, and it worried her that her only daughter was leaving on the trip alone. Britney quietly slipped onto the plane, blushing when she realized she was the last one to arrive. Being late and keeping people waiting was not like her. She mumbled an apology as she carefully stowed her bags before taking the remaining seat at the table. Glancing around at the inside of the jet once she was seated, she had to admit she was impressed; whatever their benefactor had in mind for their prize, no expense was being spared, and they all seemed to be being well and truly pampered. She smiled and forced herself to come out of her shell--after all this vacation would be more enjoyable if she allowed herself to make friends. "Hi, everyone. I'm Britney. Um...exciting isn't it?" She tried to smile at the others before finding herself realizing how awkward she sounded and quieting once again. Amy was quick to smile at the two newest girls who boarded the plane after her, noticing that one chose to sit by herself. Amy knew how she felt, as part of her had considered doing the exact same thing, but she wasn't going to push the girl to talk if she didn't want to. Hopefully she'd open up more as she got a chance to know everyone." It is," Amy agreed with Britney about how exciting the trip was going to be. "I wonder which of our professors would have recommended us, especially for something like this," she mused, making a gesture that took in the expensive plane. "I'm glad all of this is supposed to be paid for, because there's no way I could afford to take a plane like this, if I had to pay for it," she grinned, hoping they might leave soon, now that everyone was here. Stephanie -- Comfortably seated at the table Mood: Friendly Stephanie conversed happily with the other girls as they waited for the plane to get moving. With everyone here, she imagined it wouldn't be much longer until the captain decided to take off. "So...does anyone here have a Beau?" she asked, the lesbian in her hoping to assess who might be available and open for some girl time. It had been so long since she had been able to be with a woman she was looking forward to having the free time again. With all these beautiful girls she was just looking for the chance to let drop she was a lesbian in conversation, as soon as she could, she did. Amy shook her head to Stephanie's question about having a boyfriend. "Not me, at least not for a while. The last guy I was with got tired of my having to study so much, or so he said. I think he was really just looking for an excuse to end things, since I saw him with one of the cheerleaders from the football team not even two weeks after that. I say if that's the type of person he wants, he can have it, it didn't bother me," she said. "I don't need him if all he's going to care about is looks. That was almost a year ago though, maybe a bit less, and ever since then I've been too busy with school to do much looking." Her eyes widened slightly at Stephanie's revelation, but she didn't turn away from the girl at hearing the news. She didn't have any friends who were lesbians, so this was new territory for her. She lowered her eyes shyly, but only for a second, studying Stephanie from under her lashes as she brought them back up. Stephanie was pretty, she had to say that much, although she wasn't exactly sure what to say just yet. Britney shook her head. Like Amy, she spent most of her free time studying or doing other activities that were considered "nerdy." That was not the real reason for the lack of boyfriend though, and her cheeks colored a bit at that. She had not told anyone that she, herself, was a lesbian; she'd just barely come to accept that herself much less to come out or try to do anything about it. She was not particularly looking to hook up on this vacation, but the fact that it would be just girls, did make her happy, and she did kind of hope that something might happen. Her cheeks colored a bit at the question, and she listened to Amy. "That really sucks." She offered the girl a smile, but wasn't sure what else to say. She kind of wished she'd kept a book out rather than trying to be social. "I don't mind it much, now," Amy turned her attention to Britney, glad the girl wasn't hesitant about talking, at least a little. "Sure, I was upset at first, but then I thought, if that's how much I matter to him, then he's not worth me getting upset over." Her own cheeks colored at the rest of the story, but she was hesitant to tell them that part of it, not wanting them to feel sorry for her, or have pity on her. She'd gone to try and talk things out with David, even after she'd seen him with Amber, willing to do what she had to in order for things to work between them. She'd been expecting him to be reluctant, but instead he'd been downright cruel, casually telling her that the only reason he'd gotten with her in the first place was because of a bet from some of his friends, on whether he could get the bookworm and quiet girl to go out with the football player. Not only that, but they'd made it even worse by making bets on how long it would take him to get her to sleep with him. Naturally she'd been wary of him at first, but he'd eventually convinced her he was really interested in her, and she'd wanted to believe it was true, and so she had. She hadn't bothered to ask him when he told her if he was playing some kind of joke, only saying it to get her to leave him alone. She didn't want to know if it was actually true or not; she didn't think she could deal with it well if it was, but she'd gotten the message regardless, and hadn't bothered him again. She shook her head slightly, focusing her mind back on what was happening now, and telling herself to have some fun on this trip, and try to at least make a few friends while she was at it. It was likely the girls might run into each other at school sometime, and she hoped to make at least one good friend from this adventure. Mia looked up as they were talking about boyfriends, she had never had one. She stayed true to her mom and would finish school first, then she would go out and date. She was a good girl and most girls couldn't understand why Mia lived by such a strict code. Furthermore, she was always there to make her mom happy after they were left alone together, her father skipping out on them. She felt so awkward, she had nothing to contribute to the conversation. Furthermore, she sheepishly turned to them, "I'm Mia, nice to meet you all," Then just sat there wondering if any of them would talk to her or not. Becky giggled when they were talking about which professor recommended them for the trip. "Oh for me, I am sure it must have been Professor John Higgins, he would stand by my desk when I had a low cut top on, and look down at my boobs. He was always asking how I was doing in the class and if needed any help." Becky went back to sipping on her diet coke. When the subject of boyfriends came up she said, "I just don't have the time right now for one. So I just go out on occasion. School work and acting classes take up almost all my free time." Becky looked over at Mia after she spoke, "So Mia, are you excited about taking this trip? I have needed a trip like this for a couple of years. I can hardly believe I am going....it all feels like a dream. Furthermore, I guess once I see the island it will make it real." "Yeah I guess I'm excited, but it was kinda odd don't you think? I mean all expense paid to an island...maybe I'm just over thinking this. It's just my mom was really worried about me going, said she had a feeling. Well I guess you know how mothers can be." Mia gave a nervous laugh then shifted more to look at the group. They were all social and getting along and Mia was trying to fit in, to make herself feel welcomed, even if she did have an uneasy feeling about this vacation. Britney stared at Becky as she explained Professor Higgins' behavior towards her in class. That wasnothow professors were supposed to behave, and the idea that one would was absolutely disgusting to her. "Perhaps he just saw your potential and was trying to encourage your scholastic endeavors?" She bit her lip, every uncomfortable with the idea that a professor would have "impure" thoughts of one his or her students. She nodded with Mia's words, "Yeah, I wondered about that as well, however the bit of research I was able to do suggested that this is legit." Lilly Grant:Just listening as thought linger on the past... Lilly only really just smiled at the girl who came in after her. She went to say something and after thought of what she could say to add to the toast but could think of nothing. So she just took a drink of her coke. She watch everyone come in even the late ones everyone was in and everyone was talking Lilly went back to thinking. Thought she did say one thing. "Hey, I am Lilly Grant..." she said that and looked down at her coke and sip on it not really hearing any more question. She didn't like talking about family or boyfriends for that matter. She gets up and moved to chair and pulled her knees to her chest biting her lips. This life had not be fair to her. She couldn't help but think that this was just a dream, and she wakes up in some dirty allay way beaten and raped again. She closes her eyes trying to cry in front of anyone as she looked away from ever and looked out the window. "Hey did anyone know that we are already in the air?" She asked everyone as she didn't really look at anyone. She didn't really talk too much either. Talking is what gets you hurt was her thought on it. Contact gets you hurt. Was another one she thought of. She never knew life outside the abused that she had gotten in her childhood and teen years. This was the only year that something bad hadn't happened to her yet. Becky replied to Britney, "Well Professor Higgins may have wanted to encourage my scholastic endeavors, or maybe he just liked looking at my boobs. Either way, I think he must have been the one to recommend me for this trip because I never spoke much to my other professors." Becky nodded her head in agreement and added, "Yes I thought a free trip was unusual too. A girl has to be careful these days. So I checked it out like Britney did on the internet. I found out that they are legit. Several of the students who went on previous trips said they had a great time there, and would go again if they had the chance. So I guess we are all very lucky to have been chosen!" Becky set her drink down and looked out the window. "Wow, Lily I didn't realize we had gone so far already. The ground is way below us now...soon we will be on the island. I can't wait to head to the beach. I have been starving myself for weeks, and bought a new bikini just for this trip. Furthermore, I can't wait to wear it!" Mia hadn't noticed they had been in that air until it was mentioned. "Whoa, this plane is super smooth, I didn't even realize we were so high already." She sighed in relief when two girls said they researched the trip, and it came up legit." Well, that's good to hear, makes me feel a little better. It just seemed odd to me." She heard the girl talk about her bikini and she smiled. "I bought myself one for the trip too, not used to bearing so much skin, but hey, there is a first time for everything right?" Mia was finally opening up, and liking all the girls on board. She smiled sweetly and leaned in a bit more. "I'm so glad we're on this together, you all seem so nice. Can't wait to have fun with all of you." She sat there listen to the rest, now excited to get to the island and relax. Becky smiled and said, "Well I think you don't have to worry Mia, you have a nice figure, and I am sure it will look nice on you. Might even get you a little extra attention. Just remember what happens on the island, stays on the island. Just like they say about Vegas. So let's just relax, have fun, and enjoy because the only work we will be doing is working on our tans!" Becky leaned back in her chair thinking this is a great group to travel to the island with, and that would have a great time there. Amy gave Mia a smile, sensing her shyness and not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but wanting to encourage her at the same time. It seemed some of the other girls didn't object to talking to her, and she was glad they all seemed decent and friendly." I did a bit of research myself, and it does seem like this is the real thing," she added, trying to help those who were nervous feel a little better about the trip. She looked out at the window at Lily's announcement, surprised by how high up they were already. "I never had a plane ride this smooth before," she said, thinking this must be some expensive aircraft, to be going so smoothly. She settled back in her seat at the table, listening to the bits of conversation, and anxious to get to the island so she could start having some fun. Becky finished her diet coke and looked out the window. In all her excitement to go on this trip she forgot to look at how long was the flight. Since it was a private jet, you couldn't go online and check the schedule. She also forgot to check and see if they had cell phone service. It was a pretty remote place and the thought just occurred to her that perhaps they didn't. It was no big deal if they didn't, she was just hoping to send some pics of her to her friends back home. If not, she would just wait till she got home to share the pictures. But she thought she might ask the others in case they knew, "Hey, does anyone know how long the flight is to the island? I forgot to check before we left. Also do you know if they have cell phone service there? I hope I didn't bring my phone for nothing." Lilly-Who knows...(sorry I never rode in a plane before so I don't know how it should feel...)" I have no ideal." She said as she bites her lips as she pulled her knees to her chest as she shook a little bit as she didn't know why her family life had started to dance her head. "I didn't even think about look it up. I am sure it won't be too longer." she said in a low voice. She felt sick a little bit, but it was not from the jet it was the thoughts from her past." So...who hitting the beach first?" she asked with a light smiled as she tries to push thoughts away from her. She started to braid a little bit of her hair. It was something she did to make her feel better. Even thought as a child she would get yelled at for moving around. She and her brother who she hadn't seen since he took off from the family. She didn't mind that he was not around because he was just as twisted as her parents was. She shut down when she had to deal with any people that remind her of them. That is why her first boyfriend as able to rape her... She didn't try to fight back, but she had let him in to close. And that is why she is closes up when she was around people. She sits there and close her eyes tight. Becky smiled and said, "I plan to put my stuff in my room and head for the beach first. Getting my body in shape for the beach was what kept me focused on my diet. I definitely want to show off the results of my efforts." Becky looked over at Lily, "Are you feeling OK Lily? You don't seem very happy for someone heading off for a free island resort vacation." Becky was certainly excited, she liked doing new things and exploring new places. She had never been to a tropical island before and had thoughts of sitting in a lounge chair sipping on fresh coconut juice. Lilly:I can't tell..." I just think...which I should do I guess..." she said as she looked at her lap before looking at Becky. "I never had anything this nice happen to me. I am just waiting to wake up..." she said as she closes her eyes. She shook lightly as she bites her lips. "Don't mind me... I hadn't had the sunshiny kind of life..." she looked out the window looking at the sky pass by them. The farther they got from the home. Becky replied in a soft voice, "I am sorry to hear that Lilly. We can change the past, but only hope for a better future. I hope you have a good time on the island. Maybe that will help you some." Becky knew there was only so much she could do, but she liked to help out when she can. She thought it is a shame to be all depressed on such a great vacation. She looked out the window, wondering how much longer it would take tell they reached the island. Then she decided not to think about that as it would just make the trip seem longer. Mia felt horrible for Lily, and after Becky spoke, Mia looked to Lily, "Yeah that's all in the past now, we're going to have a great time on this trip, I can just feel it. Plus now you've got a whole new set of friends to lean on if you need to. We're here for you Lily, never forget that." Mia sat back worried, she always felt bad when people had a difficult life, she knew what that was like trying to survive on a single salary, your mother trying to make ends meet just to survive. She just hoped Lily would be ok and would enjoy herself once they reached the island. Becky leaned back in her seat. She gazed out the window and thought that she didn't have the greatest life either. Her parents told her to forget about acting and concentrate on college, so she reluctantly went back to school. Her heart was in acting though, and she knew that someday it would all be worth it....working at the diner for low pay, customers who didn't tip, and not working for a prestigious company like some of her friends were doing. You can't make everyone happy, but you really should make yourself happy, Becky thought. So she pressed on towards her dream. She knew she would make it someday! Britney's life had not been particular bad, so she could only listen sympathetically and feel bad as everyone seemed to get melancholy, remembering life's difficulties. Her parents had always been supportive and while they weren't rich, finances had never been a major concern. She bit her lip as she watched everyone." Um...so, I mean, we are going to become friends and everything, having a fun shared experience. So we should probably know about each other right? I mean about our dreams and hopes. What is everyone studying? What do you want to do after college?" Becky looked back from gazing out the window. "Well for me, I am studying marketing. A friend of the family owns a marketing research company, so if my acting career doesn't work out I can always go work for him, I guess. Maybe I am a dreamer, but I really believe I can make it in Hollywood someday. Oh, not to be a superstar, unless I get really lucky, but to make a perfect living at it. That way I could pay back my parents when they get older by being financially able to do things for them...anyway that's my dream. I am anxious to hear from everyone else now." Stephanie -- On board the Jet Mood: Sociable Stephanie felt sorry for some of the hardships of the other girls, though she didn't really know what to say. She had always been rather awkward socially, a fact that she was grateful Melanie and Miranda, two of her closest lovers, ignored. She hoped Amy would find somebody someday, she knew Amy must be very beautiful, Stephanie had never met a woman she didn't think had a wonderful mind if she got to know her well enough. Steph's lesbian parents had always encouraged her to reach for her dreams and go as far as she could no matter what so it just seemed like the most logical thing in the world to go for art to her. Lilly: There already? Lilly could feel everyone feeling bad about her past. "You're all right... I should forget all that has happened in the past. Beach sounds good and nice." she said with a smile. She looked back out the window and saw that seemed that we are landing. I could see top of palm trees. "Dang I have never been on a plan, but it seemed smooth going up and landing. We are landing!" she said as she looked out the window. Amy added her own agreement to the others. "They're all right, Lily. You don't have to be by yourself now, and I know for my part, if you ever feel like talking about anything, I'd be glad to listen, if you want," she offered." I'm studying to be a social worker," she answered Britney's question next. "Mom and Dad had problems with drugs when my sister and I were growing up, so I didn't get to live with them all that much. Eventually our aunt and uncle adopted us, so things settled down after that, and things are better now with my parents, but I want to have a chance to help other kids who had the same problems I did, and try to keep them out of trouble, so they don't end up growing to copy their parents' behavior." She glanced down at Lily's mention of seeing the trees, surprised that the trip had been so fast. She grinned excitedly at everyone, wishing the plane would hurry and land so they could really get started on their vacation. Britney was amazed at the diversity of the group. She was by no means the shiest among them, and she doubted she was the only bookworm, but some also seemed outgoing and comfortable being thrown together with other girls they don't know. She made a special note of Lily, wanting to do whatever she could to help the other girl feel more comfortable and at least be able to enjoy the vacation. Furthermore, she'd also been impressed by those who answered. She was glad to be spared having to answer her own question, though. Pre-med always sounded so...arrogant, that she was glad she didn't have to go into that. Blinking, she was surprised they'd already reached the island, but decided to keep that to herself. Even a luxury airplane could only be enjoyed for so long, and if they were able to get out now, she would not complain about it. Heather looked out of the window towards the airfield. The new toys were arriving. Heather examined herself, honey colored hair coronaed around her gorgeous face. Right now she was wearing a trim slightly showy servants uniform complete with a Waitress tag. The moment the new girls entered the mansion she was going to do the "flirty waitress" routine to suss out who she would play with first, she liked to appear friendly at the beginning, maybe she'd pretend that she had once been like these fresh meat girls certainly were before forcing them down the path of corruption. She smoothed the small white apron and gave a smile with way too many teeth." Showtime," she said hoping that another trainer would overhear her so she could scheme a little too. Becky looked out the window surprised that had it made it to the island already. She turned and said, "We made it!", and turned back to look out at the island. She would have plenty of time to explore it later, but she wanted to see if it was as beautiful as the brochure she received made it appear. Much to her delight it did. She couldn't wait to get off the plane now. Her dream vacation was here at last! Jack Walker stretched a little, enjoying the warm sunlight as he waited for the plane to land. This is one sweet setup, private airstrip and everything. And it's about to get sweeter. He could see the plane now, coming down toward the strip, and he moved off the strip, signaled the limo driver to go ahead and start up. Move them quickly, keep them from having time to try to make any calls or anything. Not that they'd be able to get anyone -- but if they realized their cell phones didn't work here, they might ask to make a call, or start getting suspicious. Of course, there was no way the girls would be getting off the island -- even if they did, they'd have to be Olympic-quality swimmers to stand a chance of making it to the mainland. Still, Jack wanted things to run smoothly. Then the plane was landing, and Jack headed toward it, grabbed the stairway and moved it into forward, waited for the plane to come to a complete stop before putting it into place. The pilot knew his job, and it was only a couple of minutes later that the door opened, and the girls began to come out. The limo driver knew his as well, and even as the airplane door opened, the car was stopping in place. Jack opened one door, then another, cupping his hand to his mouth as he called up,"Greetings, ladies! If you'll just get into the limo here, we'll have you on your way to the mansion in no time! Don't worry about your bags -- our people will be bringing them for you!" Becky took in a breath of the warm, tropical air after the doors opened. She slipped on her sandals and got out of her seat and gave Lilly a hug, whispering in her ear "You'll have a great time here. Don't think about the past, just enjoy the present." Then Becky looked to make sure her shorts and tee shirt looked OK and joined the others in getting off the plane. She read in her letter that the vacation would be casual, but to bring one nicer outfit to wear for any special occasion. It was a rather deluxe resort, a mansion even, so that was to be expected. She thought that she might need to change into it for the welcoming dinner tonight. But for now she was happy to just get off the plane. "This is a real first class operation," she said to Jack, "We don't even have to carry our luggage." She giggled and followed the others into the limo. As they were driven to the hotel she said, "I wonder how close it is to the beach. Does anyone know? I'd love to go to the beach before the dinner tonight, if we have time. If not I will be heading there tomorrow! Anyone want to join me?" Then Becky sat back and chatted a bit, looking out the window from time to time at the scenery, anxious to see their hotel resort. Mia could not believe how quickly the trip had gone, she didn't even really get to know the girls really well, but there would be time for that later when they got settled. She smiled as the plane door was opened, and she could feel the tropical breeze on her face." Gosh, this is a first class operation," she smiled. Private plane, limo, cute guy. "Oh girls, we are in for the best week of our lives." She slid into the lino never knowing the fate they were headed for. She was just ready to kit the beach and relax with the great girls on the trip with her. Ashley took up his position by the limo, opening the door so that the “guests” could step into the limo as quickly as possible. They had to be whisked off of their feet, that’s what caused them to think about the entire situation less. The romance of a luxury holiday with all expenses paid for made them forget such lessons as nothing in life is free and too good to be true. He knew Jack Walker knew this too, and would be leading them down, winning them with his charm. Ashley’s role was a lot more subtle. He was to pick out who he thought might be the “tough” one to break and sweeten her just a little bit. He had mirrored sunglasses covering his eyes, so he could monitor them all as closely as possible. His black shirt was open and blowing in the wind, showing off a washboard stomach and a gold belt buckle that reflected the sun. But most importantly, a single red rose was held behind his right ear. And as soon as he knew who he thought to be the toughest to break, the red rose would be given. It was a softening gesture, but also his sign to the others who might need more work. He wasn’t always correct, but he wasn’t often wrong. He waited eagerly, always enjoying this part where he first laid eyes on them. Furthermore, he’d say nothing, just give a warm smile of recognition. Furthermore, he’d only start to speak when he saw an opportunity or if it was socially required. And he’d looked over the information the mistress had, and he had his ideas who he’d be giving the red rose too. Lilly:look good... Lilly slowly gets out and looked around. She looked at the boy that walked about their bags but out of habit throw it over her shoulder as it was a little bag with her life in it. She looked at the boy more she shook her head. It can't be him. She thought as she walked out as she closes her eyes and took in the surrounding air. It was so odd if it was him. He had to be in the Army or something. She started to bite her lips as she couldn't help. Amy joined the others as they left the plane, giving a friendly smile to the guy who'd told them to leave their luggage. She thought about thanking him for being willing to bring their stuff up to the mansion, but she didn't want to hold up the others by talking, so she let the smile hopefully communicate her thanks instead. She watched the passing scenery as the limo drove them away from the plane, not thinking anything of how quick the process had been of getting them from the plane to the car, although the thought would most likely occur to more one of them, later on. For now though she was just glad to be on their way, and she grinned at the whole group in her excitement." I haven't had time to go to the beach in forever," she answered Becky. "I'm hoping to at least go down for a bit, just to be by the water, even if we don't have time to swim." She turned her attention back forward, trying to see if she could spot the mansion yet, curious to see what it would look like. Becky smiled at Amy, "I feel the same way. I haven't been to the beach in ages. I have also been on a strict diet to get in top shape for this trip, and been looking forward to wearing my new bikini there. Who knows, hopefully there will be more hot guys like that guy by the limo as we were getting in it." Becky giggled, she was relaxed now that they were on their way to the hotel. Normally Becky would be more cautious, asking why they did not have to show their passports at the airport. But things seemed different here, maybe they didn't have a customs office, and then she thought well where can you go if you are on an island? Becky peered out the window. "Anyone see the hotel yet? I am so anxious to go inside it. It looked so cool in the photos I have seen of it. Now we get to see the real thing!" Who...? Jack blinked as he saw the girl. She looked familiar, like he ought to know her, but he couldn't place her immediately, and he carefully made sure he did not stare, looking away from her to the ones he was helping into the limo. Does she know me? Well, it doesn't really matter if she does. I just started here, she won't know why I'm here, or what this place is. He saw then that she still had her bag, frowned a little at that." Pardon me,"he said, moving to her,"but with a group this size, there won't be a lot of seating room inside. Please let me put that in the trunk for you." He gave her a smile, hoping that whatever she remembered of him, it was good.(IOC: he won't force her at this point, so okay if she decides to keep it right now)Once everyone was in, Jack entered as well, shutting the door behind him, then taking a seat wherever there was room." The hotel is our next stop,"he said, nodding to Becky." It's not far, so we'll be there in just a couple of minutes." Things were going too smoothly and Mia began to have a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She kept quiet as she saw glances had been exchanged between one of the girls before they went whizzing off for the hotel. The guy with the rose set off a bell as well, something was up, maybe her mother was right about this. Mia got real quiet and sat there, watching and observing, her smile changing to almost a frown, hopefully she was wrong, and it was just a feeling and nothing more. Still she couldn't shake the dark cloud that clouded her thoughts as they drove on. Britney kept her carry on with her. She was fine with allowing the staff to get her luggage, but her books and laptop stayed with her until they got to the hotel, and she had a space of her own. She kept it on her lap so it did not make the limo ride too crowded. Once the car began to move she watched the scenery. She was interested in the hotel, but the beach and the water were more what attracted her attention. She hoped the other girls would not think her too childish when she played in the waves, and she did not comment on the fact that she'd only brought one-pieces. Furthermore, she frowned a bit, "You think there'll be many guys? I thought this was kind of a girl only get away." Stephanie -- Off the plane and into the limo Mood: Excited Stephanie looked out the window as the plane landed and smiled, and she saw the palm trees at the edge of the tarmac. She happily collected her things and proceeded to the limousine with the other girls. She smiled to the attendants and allowed them to load her things in the trunk of the vehicle and got inside with the others. She did think it seemed kind of odd that she didn't have to show her passport but thought she had worried enough trying to keep up with schoolwork over the year so she decided not to think about it too much. Instead, she just smiled and enjoyed the passing scenery. Becky smiled at Stephanie, "If you like I can go to the beach with you. I don't like going places by myself at a new place. Anyone else would be welcome to join us too. I am not sure if there will be a lot of guys there or not. If that makes you uncomfortable we can always leave, although on a small island like this, I don't think it will be a problem. Places like this have few problems or crime, because they make their money off of rich tourists." Becky glanced out the window again and pointed, "There's the mansion! We are almost there!" Amy was thinking some of the same thoughts Britney was, although of course neither one was aware of it. Maybe they'd have both felt better if they were. Amy had never been the wild type, content with modest swimsuits that didn't show much, and like Britney, fond of one-piece suits that covered everything. It wasn't that she was embarrassed or ashamed of how she looked, it was simply who she was." I don't know about the guys either, but I'm with Becky. If it makes you feel weird, we can always find another spot to swim, or do something else. I don't mind, and I'll come with you Becky, if you're sure you don't care. Exploring with a group will be more fun than doing it by myself," she smiled, distracted from adding anything else by the appearance of the mansion itself, and wondering what their next step was going to be. Mia saw the mansion, but let the others talk among themselves. That uneasy feeling was creeping up stronger as they got closer. Something was not right, AMD even though Mia smiled and nodded at the other girls, she couldn't shake this feeling of dread. Maybe she was just missing her mother, or maybe it was something more than that. She didn't want to worry the girls so she kept quiet just taking it all in for now. Claudia Duncan was one of the trainers in the mansion who was all up and ready for the new Subs to arrive. She knew that the Mistress would want them to have a nice meal before being shown to their rooms and decided to put on a nice, revealing little maid outfit and started to prepare the dining room with plates, silverware and glasses for the new arrivals to use once the food was finished being prepared... Lilly: it just a little bag." It small enough to sit in my lap and not take up anyone's seat. I left my big bag on the plan." she said to him still looking at him odd she didn't even realize that she was kind of staring trying to place his face. She sighs lightly before getting in once they are all in, and they are going toward the hotel. She slowly leaned on Mia. Furthermore, she didn't even know why she was doing it. Furthermore, she felt like a child trying to hind from people that was going 'WWW how cute.' She was being that shy little child that would clang to their mothers. It was something about the boy eyes that kind of remind her of her brother, John. But it couldn't be him. It just couldn't if was she need to warn the others about brother, but she couldn't be brave enough to tell anyone about her brother and all his craziness. She couldn't stop herself thought as she looked over at the boy. "Your eyes look like my older brother's eyes..." she said as she pulled in her left part of her lip and started to chew on it. It was something she had always done when she was a little scared least she had been pop on that side of the face. "Ah. I suppose it's all right for you to keep it, then." Jack gave Lilly a smile. Her voice was familiar too, and he was sure that he knew this girl, but.... And then she spoke again, once the limo was moving. Your eyes look like my older brother's eyes... Recognition flooded him then, and Jack fought to keep it off his face as he raised his eyebrows." Oh? Well... people tell me I have one of those faces. You know?" He gave her another smile, then forced himself to continue." So, what does your brother do?" He kept his tone casual, then looked out the window to give himself a second. Lilly. My, you've grown up nicely, he thought. I know who I'm going to pick to be mine... Lilly:Talking about Jack... She smiled lightly at the boy. As she leans more on Mia. She bites her lips a little bit more. "Ah. I suppose it's all right for you to keep it, then." he said to her. She was not going to give up her bag as easy as they would think. She played with her hair as she lean in to Mia a bit more." Oh? Well... people tell me I have one of those faces. You know?" He said as he pauses but pick up quicker than she could say a word to his question. "So, what does your brother do?" He added. She forced herself to look at the boy." I guess you're right." She said as she bites her lips some more looking at her lap not sure what to say. She looked over at him. As the memories of her brother and her parents came flooding back toward her. She tries her best to keep her voice leveled. "Well, the last time I have seen him...when I was 12 or just turn 13 he joined the Army. Not like he would help me with Mom and Dad anyway..." She covers her mouth as more of the memories started to flood back faster as she closes her eyes shaking a little bit as she wishes she could just hide again. It was the very reason she changed her last name. "Not like he was a great big brother himself anyway." She allows herself to say as her voice was full of anger not realizing that the person that was in front of her was the one and the same. He didn't look like she could remember. Of course, it has been a few years. Six years since the last time she has really seen him. Amy watched with growing concern as Lily spoke to the man who'd given them instructions, wondering what had her so worked up. It became obvious when she mentioned the fact that the guy looked like her older brother, and Amy watched the two of them, curious. She gradually focused more of her attention on Lily as the girl grew more upset and angry, wondering what she could do to help. Seeing as Lily seemed to be seeking a bit of reassurance from Mia, and seeing as they were moving, Amy stayed in her seat for now, but gave the girl a concerned look, hoping she was going to be okay. She was curious what was bothering her, but she wasn't going to ask, seeing how it was an unpleasant topic for her. She kept quiet, but would listen and try and do what she could to be a friend to Lily, if she would let her in. Mia held Lily's hand as the scene unfolded, was this guy Lily's brother? Poor Lily was so uneasy, it made Mia step up and whisper in her ear." No way this guy is your brother, what are the chances of that? It'll be ok, we're all here together. We are all here for you." Still Mia worried, what the hell was going on here, maybe this trip wasn't all it was supposed to be. She stayed close to Lily making sure the girl at least felt safe if only for the moment. Jack didn't have to fake looking uncomfortable -- but a stranger caught in this kind of situation would be uncomfortable anyway, so that was good." Sorry your family was like that,"he said, keeping his tone low. He looked away again, then let the relief he felt at seeing that the mansion was now in sight show." But hey, look -- there's the hotel." He pointed to it, figuring the distraction would be good right now. Nothing to worry about. They still don't really suspect anything. And it wouldn't matter if they did anyway -- it'd be more trouble, but there's no way they can escape the island. The limo went up toward the mansion, which was situated on a low hill, providing a spectacular view. The beach was visible in the distance, and well-manicured lawns stretched in every direction. All the better to see anyone trying to get away, he thought, and let himself smile a bit at that." All right -- we're going to the main dining room for you all to meet your hostess,"Jack said as the limo rolled to a stop. He opened doors, gesturing up the broad stairway that led to the entrance." Just head right up there, ladies." Becky listed to Lily, MIA, and Amy. She hoped that Lily could just relax and enjoy her vacation, but that was really up to Lily. Becky learned to be a stronger person from being an actress, where rejection at casting calls was much more frequent than the occasional small part she would be chosen for. But seeing the hotel took her mind off their conversation. She exited the limo anxious to go to the main dining room. Becky would have liked some time at the beach first, but she knew they had scheduled some events in advance for them, and she couldn't complain, since this was a free trip for her Britney almost stumbled as she emerged from the limo and looked at the mansion. It was ridiculously big. She bit her lip and looked to the gentleman, despite the discomfort between him and Lily, he still knew more about this vacation than she or any of the other girls knew." Is there going to be a presentation or ceremony or anything to let us know why we were selected. While I appreciate a free vacation, I would like to know who to thank. And something this luxurious..." She let her words trail off, not wanting to suggest anything untoward, though she was beginning to feel a bit of questions herself. Lilly:wow Lilly gets out and not saying another word as she got out and looked at the big place she was in shock how big the place was. She didn't say about it. She looked toward the man and just looked oddly. As she tries hard to place him. She had to put him somewhere it was going to dive her crazy if she doesn't figure it out soon. "Yeah, we should do that! That would be a lot of fun!" Stephanie said smiling at Becky. The opportunity to relax on the beach and sunbathe would be really great! Stephanie thought. As the limousine pulled up to the Hotel Stephanie could feel her excitement building after all the pressure of the school year she could finally relax and do, well, nothing. Stephanie's stomach growled as they were getting out of the limousine. "Is there a planned mealtime or can we just stop by the kitchen anytime we get the munchies?" She asked the gentleman smiling. "I'm sure everything will be explained, ladies, and you'll have ample opportunity to thank your benefactor." Jack moved through the group of them, to the main doors. He opened them with a flourish, gave them a few moments to just look." There will be regular meal times,"he answered then. Moving to the left, he gestured for them to follow." We're actually going to the dining room right now. So if you'll please follow me..." Becky looked over at Stephanie and sighed, "Oh well so much for going to the beach. But we got plenty of days to relax there. I was getting a bit hungry anyway. I am curious to see what they will be having for dinner." Becky then joined the others on following the others to the dining room. She ESS curious to learn more about this trip and the sponsor of it. She imagined they must be quite wealthy, judging by the way the mansion was furnished. Elizabeth sat on the backroom of the dinning hall, she looked everyone get in and take their respective seats around the table. She could only smile at the thought of them eating the poisoned food, a few bites would not do much however when they kept eating the drug would take its effect full blast. Slowly paralyzing every part of their bodies leaving them able to only see and hear what is going on. She of course had the antidote, a cure that if placed before the poison it's eating it would have no effect on their bodies. She had all of her staff inject themselves early in the morning knowing the effect lasted most of the day. Furthermore, she grinned as she thought it was about time for her to come out. Standing up she looked at herself in the mirror, her long black dress and shoes was a pure example of how high class the dinner was. Her hair was long and going down to her shoulders and back. Finally taking a deep breath she walked out of the room and inside the dinning room, "Good afternoon all of you, I see you arrived without much trouble that is good. My name it's Elizabeth, and I am the owner of this wonderful place and the reason why all of you are here. I am going to make this a resort, a magnificent resort for all the people who wish to come. However, I needed first to make sure that the resort was fun and relaxing enough to open, and I needed people to test it out, that is why I made the contest and you won. Each one of you had something intriguing that I loved, so I picked all of you to relax and have a wonderful week in here. Now sit and eat to your stomach content, we have planned a lot of activities in case you want to join, everything from hiking on the forest behind the complex to a full day of massage and body treatment. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask me or any of the people on this island" she smiled as she sat down on her chair showing that she would join them in dinner. The dinner had all sorts of different things to eat, from sushi to meat or soup, anything that they could want all of it drugged. She smiled as she grabbed a couple of sushi rolls and raised her glass, "I hope you enjoy your vacation here, Salad". MIS joined the others as they entered the mansion, this was an amazing place, so lavish. She, too, was hungry, and could not wait to sit down at eat. Maybe that was what she needed, food, perhaps her nerves would calm after a good meal. That was when the woman named Elizabeth appeared, she was so beautiful, and Mia admired that beauty. She smiled softly as their host spoke, and then followed the others to the table. She sat and waited, being polite, allowing the others to select their dishes first. Furthermore, she tasted some of the soup, it was so good, she had never tasted anything like that before. Soon though, Mia felt dizzy and hot. She stayed quiet, but her eyes were drifting back and forth. Before she knew it, she was out almost frozen, like the world was slowing down, she had no idea what was going on, but she felt strange and panic began to set it, but it was too late. Becky was intrigued by Elizabeth. She seems to be quite rich, and had an air of elegance about her. After her explanation of why they were chosen for this trip Becky hoped everyone would relax and enjoy the trip and not worry about things. When Elizabeth asked if anyone had any questions, Becky thought to ask her why only young attractive females were brought to the island. But then she realized after thinking a moment, that in the brochure she has seen there were no photos of people just the hotel and its surroundings. So, they must have wanted to use them as models, and in fact she remembered seeing a paragraph in the papers she signed that gave them person to use her image. Well that certainly couldn't hurt her modeling career! Becky sat down ready to eat. She decides to eat right, after all she was going to spend a lot of time in her bikini this week, and wanted to look her best. She chose the vegetable soup, dinner salad, and fresh salmon, along with a glass of white wine. It was all delicious! She ate it all and had thoughts of dessert. After all she was on vacation and wanted to allow herself a little treat, as long it was small and fairly low calorie. Then a funny thing happened, Becky had a hard time lifting her arm to finish her wine. She wasn't drunk, but she felt funny. She had slid down in her chair a bit and couldn't push with her legs to sit up straighter. "I feel funny. Maybe all the excitement of coming here." she said. Becky thought maybe a good night's rest would take care of it. But it got worse, and soon she couldn't move or speak. She could still see and hear, and looked around the table seeing the same thing had happened to the other guests. What is going on, she thought, this is all so strange. Amy was distracted from the situation with Lily by the appearance of the mansion, and she couldn't help staring as she got out of the limo and followed the others inside. She listened to the man answer what few questions came up, but was more interested in getting food and meeting whoever had brought them here than asking a bunch of questions. She was a little disappointed about not being able to spend a bit of time at the beach, but she quickly forgot about it as she saw the dining room, and all the food. Like the others, she was also impressed with Elizabeth, unable to keep from staring at how pretty she was, and how she carried herself. She, too, wondered why only women were here, if this was supposed to be a test group for a resort, but maybe they had the man somewhere else? She didn't ponder over that long though, as she was too hungry to really think through it. Furthermore, she'd always liked sushi, so sampled quite a bit of that, plus the soup and the same salmon Becky had tried, and was actually thinking how fun this trip was going to be, when the hidden drug started working. Furthermore, she stared with wide, frightened eyes at the others as she found herself unable to move, wondering what was going on, if maybe one of the fish had been poisonous or something. It didn't occur to her that this could have been done on purpose. Ashley walked into the room just as it seemed that the drug had started to kick in. Elizabeth gave him a quick look but then her eyes turned back to the girls. Ashley looked at the girls as well and then took the rose that he had in his hand and walked around the table slowly. He then stopped behind Mia’s chair and with a flourish, the rose was up in the air and landed by Mia’s plate. He then leaned forward, so his head was next to Mia’s, his mouth inches away from her ear.“A special rose for a special lady,” he whispered as he took her scent and enjoyed it before moving round the table and standing behind Elizabeth who was still seated in her chair. Furthermore, he spoke to Elizabeth but neither turned their heads to look at each other. “A brilliant batch you’ve bought in mistress.” Mia could only watch as the one from the rose moved around the table. She wanted to move, to watch what he might do. He had this sinister gleam in his eye as he moved around the table. His footsteps distinct, they stopped right behind her. She wanted to move, wanted to turn, but she couldn't. She trembled, she could feel of even if her body was frozen as he whispered in her ear. What was going on? She knew back in the limo something was amiss, now that very rose lay in front of her. She wanted to run, but her feet felt as if they were cemented. When he stood behind Elizabeth and called her 'mistress' Mia shifted her eyes to the other girls. She had been singled out, why? She was at their mercy as were the others, now it was a matter of time to find out that this vacation was to become her worst nightmare. Elizabeth smirked at Ashley and nodded, "Get them ready, take them to the dungeon, and you know what to do". Of course, he knew, they had done it so many times it was absurd on how good they had gotten in kidnapping people, standing up she smirked, "Let me explain what is happening girls, this island it's not going to be a hotel anytime soon. This is a slave trade market and this building it's the training grounds, I am sorry but the lives as you knew them are officially over". She walked to Ashley and nodded, "Take your time, there is enough drugs on their system to allow you to check all of them in their cells, leave their clothes on for now they would need to have every inch of clothes they can. Remove all other stuff, ask for the guards if you need help, and I will allow you to pick one to start training right away". She moved behind Becky and smirked whispering to her ear, "And I will see you later....slave". She laughed as she walked out of the room. Stephanie was starving so she was happy to follow the others to the dining room. She peered over the food a moment her stomach groaning louder at the mere sight of food. When Elizabeth entered Stephanie felt momentarily underdressed in her casual attire, but accepted the invitation to eat anyway, her groaning stomach cheering her on. As she ate she began to feel a bit heavier, having more difficulty lifting a fork until she slumped into her chair. The whole world seemed to move in slow motion and words seemed to stretch out and sounded low like something from a movie. Stephanie's heart sank as Elizabeth, now "Mistress", explained Stephanie's predicament. The word "no" kept repeating over and over in her mind, it was a bad dream she thought, she would wake up and tell Melanie, her lover, all about it and everything would be okay. Drugged, Stephanie had no choice but to wait for her new captors to take her to the dungeon. Becky looked on in shock and disbelief as Elizabeth spoke to them. This had to be a bad joke. This was the 21st century...there weren't slave trading markets anymore...that only happened in ancient times. Still Elizabeth did not seem to be joking as she spoke. Elizabeth did say they had been drugged and that would explain her inability to move. Hearing that her life as she knew it was over, sent a chill down her spine. Becky's eyes darted around the room to the other women, seeing they were all like she was now. She could do nothing except listen to Elizabeth continue as she spoke of letting them keep their clothes on for now. Did that mean that later they would be stripped naked? Becky thought it best not to think about what might happen, otherwise she would only make herself more frightened. She heard they were to have all their other stuff taken away. Becky didn't bring much money or things of value to the island, but she was wearing her "lucky" necklace her grandmother had given her. She would hate to lose that. Hearing that they were going to be put into cells, like they were prisoners, only added to her plight. Becky was also unsure how slaves were trained, but she doubted that she would enjoy it. Becky's mind tried to make sense of all that was happening, but she couldn't. Her dream trip might become her worst nightmare. Then Elizabeth walked over behind her and whispered in her ear that she would see her later. Why did she single me out? Why would a woman want to see another woman for? It was Elizabeth's laughter that frightened her the most. Becky was determined to get away from this place, she did not want to give up her life and dreams to this woman. How she was going to this though, she hadn't a clue yet. (sorry for the late post)Lilly sit there and ate as if she hadn't in a good while. Well it had been a while since she had a good hot meal. She has been living off noodles and peanut butter sandwiches. She didn't really notice much of what was going on around her, she looked at the woman name Elizabeth and thanked her for the food before she had started to eat. Though she slow started to felt numb. She thought it was just because she was just happy in to be there. It started in her toes, and it slowly worked her way up her body. She didn't really say anything as her mind was telling her to eat. She didn't know where her next meal would come. Furthermore, she forgot where she was. Furthermore, she thought she was back in a soup kitchen that she has only been luck to get on time for meals once or twice. Soon she lean back as she couldn't really move as she lean back. It was all she wrote. She was done for the drug took it effect of her body as she looked at everyone moving only her eyes. Nothing she could do but sit and watch everyone not sure if anyone else could feel what she was feeling at the moment. It took her so fast because of how much she ate faster than anyone. Of course one would call her a pig. Under the influence of the drug Stephanie couldn't move anything aside from her eyes, despite her best efforts. Giving in to the drugs effects she instead opted to think over her predicament. The lady said "slaves", people who are property, Stephanie wondered what her new captors might force her to do. It hit her like an anvil, it had all been so obvious, she should have known something was wrong with the several attractive women being invited among other things. Now she was waiting to be locked in a cell where she would be stripped of her clothing at some unknown point in the future. Stephanie was about to become a sexual slave. This realization renewed her futile efforts to move anything at all. Until she felt something wet on her chin, her mind reeled fearfully trying to assess what could possibly be on her chin and she realized her jaw was hanging as slack as the rest of her body, she was drooling. Jack grinned as Elizabeth made her little speech. There wasn't much reaction from the girls -- widening of eyes was all, really, with the drug in them now, but he knew they had to be screaming inside. He moved to Lilly, pulled her chair out, then lifted his sister, gathering her up in his arms, the way he used to carry her sometimes when he was a teenager, and she was still a child. Smiling selfishly, he looked down into Lilly's eyes." You were right, little sister. Now it's time to play with big brother." He left the dining room with quick, steady strides. As he moved, Jack kept looking down into his little sister's eyes, relishing the tiny signs of fear he could read around them. It couldn't have taken more than a minute or two for him to reach the basement room, he took her to, but it felt like much longer, delicious anticipation making him want to hurry more. Once they were there, he set her down in a corner, moving slowly and carefully, setting her down with a gentle care that could have been sweet in other circumstances. Then he moved to the wall, to where the manacle had been bolted in, took up the cuff on its chain. He moved to put it on Lilly's ankle, then stopped, looked her up and down, and grinned." Taking your clothes off won't be easy with this on you. So I guess I'll do that now. Let's see just how nicely you've grown up, Lilly."(IOC: .... and a pause there for narration of Lilly's reactions, plus any description you might want to give of what she's wearing and her body.) Ashley nodded as the mistress gave him his commands. He called some people into the room, and they started to take people to their cells. The girl he knew as Stephanie was immediately put in a collar. He wasn’t 100% sure why, but maybe he would visit her later to see exactly what the collar was for. It could be the choice of whoever was about to visit her, or something he had put in her profile to Elizabeth. Ashley moved over to Mia and pulled her up to her feet before pulling her legs out from under her and carrying her away. He looked into Mia’s eyes as he did so, taking her to her dungeon room. “This can go two ways Mia. The hard way or the easy way! And you’re such an intriguing figure, I hope to do this the easy way with you. I really do!” Ashley carried Mia all the way to her dungeon and laid her on a bed situated on the left wall. He sat on the bed next to her and looked at her immobile form. “In a second the drug will wear off enough for you to speak. I’d like to get to know you, and trust me, I can make your star here a lot more pleasurable if you co-operate.” Ashley walked over to the cell door and locked it with a key. “I have a job to do Mia, and if I don’t do it, someone else will. And someone else won’t be as easy on you as I will. So when you can speak, I’d like to discuss you’re stayed here with you.” Mia wanted to kick and scream when she was picked up and taken away from the others. She had heard talk of cells, and their life being over as they had known it. The nightmare was just beginning as she was taken by the man and tossed onto a bed in a cell. She lightened to him, terrified, but wanting to fight him tooth and nail to get back to her mother. Her mother, yes, after not hearing from Mia, she knew her mother would come searching. Someone would come searching for each of them. These people would not get away with any of this. She could feel the drug wearing off, and little mumbles came out of her mouth. "Let me go," came out as a whisper. He wanted to make her stay pleasurable? Liar! They were prisoners on this island, what was so pleasurable about that? "Where are the others," came out closer to normal volume. "What is this place, why are you doing this?," came out in more of a panic tone as she tried to regain movement in her arms, but the only thing she could move right now was her mouth, otherwise she would have taken a swing and clocked him in the jaw. Ashley let her get used to having control of her mouth again. Then he answered her. “Look, you’re a prisoner now. That’s the hand that life has given you. And you’re going to be trained to be a sex slave. It’s not the best hand you could have been given in life, but it’s the hand you’ve got. Now if you let me help you, we can make this all a smooth affair. I can protect you from the others here, all but Mistress Elizabeth. And then when we sell you, I can make sure we sell you to someone who isn’t going to abuse you badly. Someone that will treat you well, for a sex slave!” Ashley sat on the bed, looking at Mia as he spoke. He had given her the facts and her options, but he had a feeling that at best she would just play along with him until she had an opportunity to escape. And if need be, he was ready for such an occurrence. He’d probably get slapped or punched, but there was no escape from this place once you were a trainee. With a curse Heather slunk into the room an air of slight disappointment palpable around her. She hadn’t even had a chance to do much, Elizabeth had been too prepared, the woman was a master, but Heather hated that she hadn’t had an opportunity to play with her toy before the capture happened. Still there was fun to be had and drama to enjoy, so much in fact Heather had decided to take a rare opportunity to watch. She loved drama and chaos and took a little glee as she entered, dressed in her fetish police uniform complete with baton. Her quarry the cute little short haired nerd was going to be a sweet treat indeed. She swaggered around, smiling the confident smile of someone who took cruel pleasure in “Educating” people in every way imaginable. Finally coming up behind her paralyzed quarry she bent in low and blew softly on her earlobe, allowing her hot breath to tickle the back of her neck.“I wanted to say hello earlier, but apparently I scare the toys, do you want to play with me my little doll,” she whispered as she let her free hand grasp the young woman’s arm.IOC: going after Britney, sorry forgot to say outright did put it in the IOC forum tho The words, "prisoner, sex slave, and sold" rang in her ears. Sex slave? No! She hadn't been touched by a man at all, now he was telling her she was going to become someone's sex toy? She tried balling her hands into fists but still couldn't move." I am no one's sex slave, please can't you just let me go? My mother will be so worried, and she'll come looking for me." Mia's emotions were a mix between fear and anger. On one hand this guy was actually being nice, well nice for a captor. But she didn't want this, why had they chased her? She wasn't some whore that just gave it up to any guy, she was a good girl. Right now Mia was stuck, literally, her limbs still unable to move. Perhaps the best thing was to play along for now, lull her captor into a false sense of trust. With sad eyes she just looked at him, "Just please don't hurt me." Amy listened with an increasing sense of panic as Elizabeth explained why they each were here, the panic only worsened by the fact that she wasn't able to move, and knew she was helpless to do anything about the situation. She watched with wide frightened eyes as some of the other girls were taken away, wondering if she'd ever see any of them again, afraid of who might be targeting her right now. She tried to think rationally, knowing that panicking wouldn't help the situation. Suddenly she remembered her sister Elizabeth, and that thought calmed her, at least a little. Elizabeth would come look for her, if she didn't come back when she was supposed to, she was sure. Until then, she would work to find a way to escape, and try to help anyone else who wanted to find a way out too.IOC: Who is Heather going after? I'm not sure, since no one's name was mentioned specifically. Lilly could only sit there as she let things sit in at what Elizabeth was doing. She gasps or try to gasp it only sound as if she was breathing hard. She looked at her brother once he picked her up. Nothing but fear had mixed into her eyes she shakes a bit. She wanted to scream and slap at him. She was sure that he would only be just like their parents.' No, no, no... please let me wake up!'as she screams in her eyes and in her head. Her shirt seemed to pulled close to her body she was tone body with 34C cups breast with a matching shirt that was a jean. She looked at him following her brother with his movements. She thought it was a bad day to wear a 2 piece swing site. As it was black top and bottom, but the bottom was not really enough to cover her ass cheeks. Her ass was round and juicily. When she was raped back at her school prom he only did her pussy but didn't ever touch her ass. She shook a little bit more. Even if she was able to talk she would be screaming so she was kind of happy about that. She lean onto the wall behind her as where he places her there. He was being a little to sweet for even her. She wounder how long she wouldn't be able to fight back toward him. Tears started to run down her cheeks though. She couldn't fight the feeling now or the images in her head of their parents and him. Their little hell on earth just to come to another hell on earth. She broke her promise to herself. Once free to never be caged again. As more tears started to fall. Elizabeth came down the stairs and looked at all the different prisoners on their cells. A needle on her hand and a look of determination on her face. She walked around until finally she stopped where Lilly was and a smile creeped through her face, her brother still must have something to do with that. "I sure hope you are ready for your training, at the end of things you will be just like any other bitch that I encountered you will beg for a cock. She laughed as she walked out and quickly noticed Becky on one of the cells in the bed. She approached Becky and smirked, "I am here bitch". Furthermore, she grabbed a wheelchair and placed the woman there as she carried the woman to her dungeon. Furthermore, she had everything a person could imagine, from stocks to hanging chains everything she needed she had it. Approaching the stocks she placed her there and secured her feet to a spreader in the floor. Once she was secured she pulled down her pants a bit and injected the needle on her ass making the effects of the drug wear off a bit faster. Walking in front of her she sat on a chair as she looked at the woman and waited for the effects to pass.(Becky was scared when it was her turn to be taken to a cell. She was taken into the basement and put on a bed, and left there, as they went to get the next girl. Becky looked up at the ceiling, unable to move, but as they had locked the cell door when they left her, it really didn't matter. She heard the sound of heels coming down the hallway next to her cell. Then the sound of the cell door being unlocked and opened. A few moments later she has seen Elizabeth peering down a with a wicked smile on her face. She was loaded into a wheelchair and taken past some other cells to what appeared to be a...dungeon! Becky was placed into the stocks and her feet pushed apart and secured to stay open. She watched as Elizabeth walked behind her and...unbuttoned her shorts and jerked them down a bit. She thought, what was she going to do to me? Furthermore, she did not have to wait long for an answer, she felt a prick on her butt and watched as Elizabeth walked back in front of her and tossed a needle away. Was she giving her more drugs?!? She felt herself returning to normal. She stretched her jaw and spoke when she was able. "What...what do you want from me? I never did anything to you. I just want to leave here... I don't want to spend my vacation like this!" Elizabeth laughed out loud a Becky, "And I care because? I told you before your old life its over and I mean it. Right now news about a plane crash in the ocean it's going all over the news, and guess what, your officially dead". She stood up and grabbed a pair of scissors and show them to her, "Now you better not move otherwise I might cut you". She walked behind her and started to slowly cut away her clothes one by one letting her feel every inch of the scissor cutting away at her clothes. First her shirt went away followed by her bra, jeans and finally panties. She grabbed a small bottle and took a bit and spread it around her lower lips as a grin escaped her lips. Walking in front of her she smiled, "You have a beautiful body my dear, I spread something on your pussy that shall make you more willing to co-operate". It was an aphrodisiac that would easily make her horny enough if left untended Becky looked at her wide-eyed. " Newsroom that can't be true, who would report such a thing?" Without a word Elizabeth walked over to a TV that was connected to a satellite dish on the roof. Becky watched as CNN showed video and reported on the crash, listing the names of those killed in the crash. She fought back tears knowing that no one would look for her now. She then watched as Elizabeth approached her with the scissors. "Please don't do that... I don't want my clothes cut off." With a smile Elizabeth walked behind her. Becky felt the cold steel on her stomach as she began to slowly cut off her clothes. She started with her "lucky" Las Vegas tee shirt and left it in a pile of shredded cloth on the floor. Next her bra straps were cut and she felt Elizabeth unfasten her bra. She could only watch helplessly as it joined the tee shirt on the floor. Her breasts swung freely now in the cool, damp air of the dungeon. Becky pleaded with her to stop, but Elizabeth continued, cutting away her shorts and panties and didn't stop until she was nude. Then she gulped feeling Elizabeth's hand brush against her pubic hair. "Please don't touch me down there!" she exclaimed. After Elizabeth told her she was putting something on her to make her more "cooperative", Becky defiantly said "I am not going to co-operate with you. I am only here against my will because I can't get out of this...this thing you put me in." She watched as Elizabeth looked at her with a smile. She was scared of her, but along with fear another feeling, one of arousal began to stir in her thighs. Furthermore, she began to wiggle her hips, causing her breasts to sway side to side, as the drug took effect. "What is going on? What did you put on me?!?" Becky asked. She was confused, unable to understand why all this was happening to her. She smirked as she heard the woman talking and trying to get through her head that everything was going to turn out okay. Leaning over her, she whispered to the girls' ear, "First it will be nothing but a tingle between your legs, I will leave it, and it will become hotness and then your mind will ache to have something inside your pussy. Humans are all like that they bow down to pleasure, trust me before I let out from there you will be begging to have a cock inside your pussy, I will break your will and your resistance, and you will be left with nothing more than a need to please. When I am through with you, I am betting someone would love to have you. Tell me you dear slut, are you a virgin?. Better tell me the truth because otherwise the drug will have more and more effect on your body". Standing up she approached the girl and slapped the girls' ass. She loved how the skin turned bright pink and the handprint of her hand was shown on her skin. Taking the bottle she spread some more gel inside the girls pussy by pushing one finger inside. After she had done that she spread some more on each of her nipples. Once the girl was ready she walked back in front of her with a bottle of water. She showed her how she opened the sealed bottle of water and placed a clean straw on it offering the straw to her, "Drink the drug should begin to take effect soon, and you will need as much energy as you can". Becky looked at her as if she was crazy. "What do you mean beg for a cock? I am not a slut. I have never done anything like that and never will. If I am a virgin or not, is none of your business either. Now please just let me go, and I will not tell anyone what happened." Becky knew she had no real bargaining power here. She was naked and helpless, but she did not want to meekly do what this woman wanted. Her request did not gain her release but a slap on her ass. "Owwwhhh" she yelped. She could do nothing as more of the drug was put on her pussy lips and inside her. Becky whimpered and begged her to stop. Elizabeth continued and added some more to her nipples, which were now erect from the cool air. Then Elizabeth offered her some water. At first, she didn't want to take it, but then decided to because she was thirsty, not because she told her to drink. In a few minutes she began to feel more aroused. She closed her eyes and said in a low voice, "Oh shit, that stuff you put on me is making me feel really..." She let the words trail off not wanting to let Elizabeth know it was working. Becky began to move her hips though, in a way that showed it was effecting her. "Horny? Yes and it will become worst and worst that is just the beginning, now I ask again are you a virgin?" she smirked knowing that sooner or later the bitch would have no other choice but to answer each one of the questions Elizabeth wanted to ask her. "You know there is no way your going back to your old life so why don't you make it easier on yourself and co-operate otherwise the drug will make you co-operate". She knew this new batch of slaves was worth some money, however she was thinking of buying all of them and having them trained to be whatever she wanted to be." I can imagine how you would act once you are placed on the market, you have a very beautiful body and any men or woman would be honored to have you as his or her pet". She stood up and moved a finger from the back of the girls neck all the way down to the small of her back "Mummy yes I can see how they will have their fun with you. With her eyes still locked on her body she decided that she would wait until the drug was at full effect to start her training. Becky did not want to answer her question. She considered it a personal question that was none of her business. But the drug was getting her so aroused that it was hard for her to think straight. She also knew that locked in this thing, the way she was, she wasn't going to be going anywhere until someone released her. Becky shuddered as Elizabeth talked of putting her on the market, to be sold as someone's pet. She didn't want to think about that, and hoped she was just trying to scare her, but it was something that could happen to her. Who knows, maybe this woman might actually be in the business of selling girls. Becky felt Elizabeth's finger trace its way down her back. She was fighting a battle against giving in to the drug, but her resistance was slipping. She closed her eyes trying to gather the strength to resist. Elizabeth laughed as she heard the whimpers of the woman, she was clearly beginning to get affected by the drug. "Mmm looks like it's taking effect, right now you are feeling all hot, I bet if I touch you down there you are wet. Her fingers trailed down to her pussy pushing a finger inside and then taking it out and smelling it, "You smell delicious, I ask again, are you a virgin?". She knew the answer, but she wanted the girl to tell, revealing something like that often times was the beginning step on braking girls and this was just like any other job for her however she would enjoy it this time around. "Look slut, the more you try to resist the more and more the drug will take an effect on you, and you will make it much easier for me to break". She trailed back between her legs and pushed a finger on her ass, "For example this hole does not have any drugs on it however you cannot wait for me to push in something bigger, sexual desires can be a wonderful thing to torture". She removed her finger and slapped her ass as hard as she could, "you can scream as loud as you want, this room is soundproof, so nothing will come out". Furthermore, she laughed as she walked in front of her and looked at her, "Now tell me, are you a virgin?" Britney tried to move, to push herself back from the table, but she found herself unable to do so. She had done research, had looked into the island, had done everything anyone could reasonably be expected to do to make sure the “too good to be true” offer was legit. And now she was drugged and going to be captured, turned into a sex slave! And then the woman dressed as a guard was whispering in her ear, teasing her, grabbing her arm. She swallowed and whimpered.“No…please…let me go.” She tried to shake her head, terrified and unable to move. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me go.” Becky did not know if Elizabeth was telling the truth about what the drug affecting her more if she didn't talk. She did know it was started to drive her crazy with desire! She closed her eyes as Elizabeth put her finger back inside of her. Elizabeth's words made her think, maybe the drug will make hornier and let her break my resistance if I don't talk. Becky squirmed a bit as Becky withdrew her finger. Becky knew Elizabeth was right about her wanting something in her ass too. She had never done that before, but today for some reason she wanted it. Becky was taken by surprise when Elizabeth slapped her ass hard. She screamed and shook her head no and begged her to stop. Then a moment later, she hung her head down in defeat. "OK you win. I am not a virgin. I lost it the night of the senior prom in high school to Tom. Furthermore, I thought he was the man I would spend the rest of my life with, but I was wrong. The only other time was to Mike, who had been my boyfriend for a while, and he took me to this fancy French restaurant. My roommate was away for the weekend and so...we did it. Now I told you what you wanted. Please wash that stuff off me." She shook her head and smirked, "Wash that stuff away? But why you are having so much fun with it". Slowly pushing a finger inside her cunt she twisted it a bit so she could hit the girls Spot a bit before pulling away. She walked to a closet right in front of the girl and took out a butt plug with some straps, a padlock and a key. Walking slowly back in front of the girl she showed her the instruments and grinned, "This is a butt plug, it is small because I will train you to receive everything I wish down there, you will keep it in for the rest of the day". She walked behind her and slowly pushed the drug inside her ass as well, a lot of it so it was very lubricated. Once she was satisfied she slowly pushed the plug inside her ass and strapped it around her waist finally closing it down with the padlock so it won't come off. She then walked back to the closet and grabbed a rather large strap on and put it on showing her new cock to the woman, the tip pushing on the girls face, "Suck it, otherwise it is going in without lubrication". She grinned as she waited for the woman to either open her mouth to protest which she would shove the dildo right in or to remained with her mouth closed and risk getting fucked. Becky looked at her wide-eyed, "But.... But I thought..." Her words trailed off she was not having fun with it, but Elizabeth seemed to be enjoying it a lot. She felt her finger inside her again. She tried to move her hips to have more of her in her as she was probed by Elizabeth's finger. Furthermore, she felt humiliated when she did that. She started to protest about having the butt plug in her, "Please I have taken anything in my..." but her words were cut off by Elizabeth sliding it in and locking it in place. Knowing it would be staying in her the rest of the day only added to her shame. But the worst was yet to come, Elizabeth produced a strap on and told her to suck it because she WS going to fuck her with it! Minh looked up at her grinning face and told her "Please I have never done anything sexual with a woman..." She laughed as she pushed the dildo inside her mouth just when she started speaking out, "You will, trust me at the end you will please me as much as you will please any other man". She grinned as she began to move the dildo slowly in and out from her mouth, she could see her face red with embarrassment as she took her entire strap on inside her throat. Furthermore, she kept face fucking her for a while, "If I see any bites on the dildo you will receive ten lashes for each tooth I find slut". Once Elizabeth had her fun with the girls' throat she moved away and walked behind her pointing the dildo at the girls pussy. She loved to play with the girl, she moved the head of the dildo up and down the girls folds teasing her and making her want more and more with the drug on her system. She slapped her once and then pushed the dildo inside her cunt slowly pushing it all the way inside and then out. "Relax and welcome the dildo in you bitch, don't make it harder on yourself" she slapped the woman again and slowly began to form a steady pace fucking her pussy in and out with her dildo. Becky words were cut off by Elizabeth's pushing the dildo in her mouth. All she was able to say was, "and I fully Dutch... Pwllese nuh-uh" She looked up at the grinning Elizabeth. The threat of getting lashes made her suck the dildo, despite the fact she hated doing it. Becky cried a little while she was forced to do this. She felt so degraded, used as if she was some cheap whore. When Elizabeth went behind her, she could feel putting it teasingly close to her pussy, watching as she moved her hips to try to get it. Despite her situation, she enjoyed it, because of the drug. She knew she had to get off this island soon. Because if she didn't this woman was cruel and heartless enough to sell her as if she was merchandise at the market. She looked at the woman's figure, and she could lick her lips, she loved the figure of a woman not being able to defend herself and at her mercy. Placing both hands on the woman's waist she could already feel the woman's sweat all over her hand. She slowed down and pushed the dildo out from the girls folds noticing it was already wet with the girls juices. She smells of the woman was something else, she loved the smell of fear and agony in a woman, "Tell me slut, who is your mistress?". Furthermore, she slowly pushed the head of the dildo inside her folds but just barely, teasing her as she moved them out. "If you don't tell me I will never fuck you and let you cum, succumb to your desires let it all go. Trust me if you do I can show you the best time in your entire life, there is nothing better than to let it all go at the hands of another person. Now tell me slut who it's your owner". Elizabeth leaned in and licked the back of the woman's neck before she waited for the answer, the head of the dildo moving in and out from her pussy but not fully penetrating yet just teasing the woman. (IOC: Blah, looks like my last post didn't go through. Trying again....) Tearing Lilly's shirt open, Jack took a good look at his sister's breasts. They were round and large, filling the cups with her bra nicely, and Jack licked his lips a little, looking at them, then looked up into her eyes." I see you've grown up very nicely, sis." He put a hand on one, cupping it, then lifted and squeezed a little, feeling the weight and size, feeling how they gave under his fingers." And they feel real too. Nice." Jack stooped then and took Lilly in his arms again, lifted her up and took a few steps, then laid her down on the bed, sideways on it, her hips at the edge. His hand went under her skirt, and he felt her ass, then gave it a solid smack." Oh, yeah." Fingers moved to the top edge of her panties, drew them off, then dropped them onto the floor." You're not going to be needing these here, sis. Your pussy and ass are to be open for my use, whenever I want it. Do you understand me? Blink twice for yes." Lilly shake and whimpers low as she shook a little. As she tries to gain her voice unable to just yet as more tears fall as she blinks twice as she wanted to scream as she starts to be able to move her lips but unable to make a sound. Her body shake with the hit to the ass. She lay there as she couldn't think right. Soon her voice came out. "Leave me alone Jack!" she yelled as she got her voice back. She couldn't move her body. "You can't do this..." she said in a low voice as she felt weak and have nothing to do to stop any of this to her and the other girls. Quote from: Headwind on 02-10-2011, 23:27:01Britney tried to move, to push herself back from the table, but she found herself unable to do so. She had done research, had looked into the island, had done everything anyone could reasonably be expected to do to make sure the “too good to be true” offer was legit. And now she was drugged and going to be captured, turned into a sex slave! And then the woman dressed as a guard was whispering in her ear, teasing her, grabbing her arm. She swallowed and whimpered.“No…please…let me go.” She tried to shake her head, terrified and unable to move. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me go.” Heather frowned creasing her lips and tutting slightly as she caressed Britney’s shoulder and upper bicep, while at the same time pulling the chair back and finally nibbling at the girl’s ear mischievously.“Don’t be scared little doll, we’re going to have a lot of fun before we sell you off,” she whispered as she pulled back, her golden hair cascading over her tight navy blue outfit. “When we’re done you won’t want to go, you’ll want to have people play all day and night with you,” Heather had a special plan for this one, she hadn’t used the “Toy store” in a long time. Picking up Britney with amazing delicacy and strength for a woman her size, Heather shushed her.“We’re going to have some fun in my room, whether its naughty or nasty is up to how well you play.” She said as she carried her off, while visions of handcuffing danced in her head. Becky couldn't believe what had happened to her already. She had been tied up, stripped, and she was now being fucked by another woman! She didn't know what had come over her, but she craved the sex. Becky, a girl who had never so much as kissed another woman, was now sharing intimate erotic time with one! It must be the drug she gave her...it had to be the drugs...was all Becky could think. Then Elizabeth slowed down to a teasingly slow pace. It frustrated Becky who wanted a good fucking now. "Please just continue.... I need it now" she said in a low voice. She was excited and wanted....no needed Elizabeth to keep going. But Elizabeth wanted her to say that she was her Mistress...her owner. Becky did not want that, she just wanted sex. "Can't we just talk about that later, and just enjoy the moment?" she asked. Becky hoped she would continue, she was hot, sweaty, and aroused now. Elizabeth shook her head and without warning spanked the girls' ass with a paddle sure to leave its stingy kiss on the flesh. She saw it move around because of the hit which made her lick her lips. "I did not hear you right, who it's your owner? Who do you belong to?" she continued to spank her the drugs must be making her crazy at that moment she knew it very well after all she tasted the drug herself. She would not do anything to a slave that she haven't done it herself it was just not right. She continued to spank her until she told what Elizabeth wanted to hear, all woman succumbed to pain at one point or another all human beings did so it was just a matter of time before she surrendered. Becky squirmed in the stocks. She wanted sex so badly now and Elizabeth was just toying with her. Why did she take this moment to want to talk?!? Becky said, "Please can't we just...OWN!" Her words were cut short by getting smacked on the ass with the paddle. But it WS not just one stroke, Elizabeth continued to slowly paddle her. "Please don't it hurts" Becky protested, but it didn't seem to matter to Elizabeth. Becky was quite helpless to resist her. Becky lost track of how many times she struck her ass with that paddle. She was soon crying and said, "Please no more. OK, OK you are my Mistress...you own me. Just stop paddling me." She could not help but to laugh at how pathetic the woman sounded, she wasn't convinced though the girl did not really mean it. "I somehow don't believe you, until you tell it from your heart the spanking will continue. You have no way to stop it, your body it's aching for a good cock, and you cannot have it unless I want you to have it, don't you see how pathetic you look? Still I don't believe you truly mean it". She kept spanking the woman by now her cheeks were becoming a red color and going to purple, "Mummy how delicious you look, now if you want relief speak from your heart, who it's your mistress?". She smirked slowly pushing the head of her cock inside her folds and leaving it there until she got the answer she was waiting for. Quote from: kraken knight on 03-10-2011, 10:44:00Heather frowned creasing her lips and tutting slightly as she caressed Britney’s shoulder and upper bicep, while at the same time pulling the chair back and finally nibbling at the girl’s ear mischievously.“Don’t be scared little doll, we’re going to have a lot of fun before we sell you off,” she whispered as she pulled back, her golden hair cascading over her tight navy blue outfit. “When we’re done you won’t want to go, you’ll want to have people play all day and night with you,” Heather had a special plan for this one, she hadn’t used the “Toy store” in a long time. Picking up Britney with amazing delicacy and strength for a woman her size, Heather shushed her.“We’re going to have some fun in my room, whether its naughty or nasty is up to how well you play.” She said as she carried her off, while visions of handcuffing danced in her head. Britney whimpered, her eyes closing as Heather nibbled at her ear, unable to resist. The whimpering only deepened at the promise of being sold off. That part of this whole new reality was at least as scary as what the "fun" and training would entail. She swallowed, squeezing her eyes tighter as Heather carried her to her room, a place Britney was positive she did not want to see. "Please, I'll be good. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone what this island really is." Ok, that was a lie, if she got away she'd go straight to the authorities and try to get the other girls rescued, but she would say almost anything to escape at this point. "Please..." Perhaps under different circumstances she would have found Heather attractive, might even have felt safe in her arms, but paralyzed by the drug and learning of her new life as a slave had moved her past any possible attraction into pure terror. Heather leaned in, so close her lips inches from her new toy’s forehead kissing it with surprising delicacy.“You’re not a very good liar dear,” she whispered lightly as they entered the room. Continued in playroom (Ashley stroked her hair, a sad smile crossing his face. There was no way she’d go through this experience without some pain, that was impossible. But there were easier ways and harder ways. And sometimes the best way to start breaking them down is to offer the easy way out.“There’s going to be some pain Mia. There will be some pleasure too. Sometimes you’ll find it’s best to play along. Sometimes you’ll fight, which will only make things worse. But you will fight. You’re a strong-willed one.” He pulled her up to her feet, he was holding her up around her waist, her legs still unable to hold herself. Whilst he was holding her, he fastened her hands behind her back with some cuffs he had hidden, expertly putting them on. He moved his head to her ear, biting on it lightly as he whispered. “That’s a precaution. To protect you from yourself as much as me from you.” He started to kiss along her neck, taking in the beautiful smell of her as he felt her chest pressed up against his. His hands grabbed her ass and pushed her against his growing manhood as he moved his kisses to her collarbone. “Are you going to do things the easy way or hard way Mia?” Mia looked him in the eyes as he spoke. Her mother told her you could always spot a liar by their eyes. He never looked away, never focused his attention elsewhere. No he looked at her the entire time he spoke to her. Deep down, Mia wanted to trust him, he was obviously laying it all out for her and telling her the terrible truth. She was strong-willed, she didn't want to be someone's sex slave, she was still a virgin for god's sake! She didn't know the first thing about sex or pleasing some stranger. Maybe that was her key to escape, be absolutely horrible at this, then maybe they would let her go. As he pulled her to her feet, she felt so clumsy, the drug still had its effect on her. She had no choice but to lean against him. What came next shocked and scared her. She heard the *click* of the cuffs, and her eyes grew wide. "No, please no, I promise not to run. Please take them off me." Tears welled in her eyes as this reality swirled all around her. She was alone, with this man, and her body was pressing up against his growing manhood. Mia looked away from Ashley, she was so wrought with emotion. Would she pretend to comply, make him think she was going along with it, only to gain certain liberties so she could escape? Or would she fight tooth and nail all the way and suffer the pain he spoke of? Perhaps a little of both. His kisses did nothing for her and when he questioned her, she spoke softly, "I don't really have a choice do I?" Becky couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was being paddled, and the woman seemed intent on continuing until Becky gave her what she wanted. Becky tried to be strong but after a couple of minutes the pain was just too much." Please I beg you to stop... I don't want to be owned... I just want to leave this island" Becky lowered her head in the stocks and started to cry. She smiled as the girl finally seemed to be honest with herself, "You got no choice Hun, but you need to open that mind of yours and surrender to the pleasure of serving. You don't have to worry about anything but pleasing your owner and all the worries in your life are gone. You will also get a lot of sex, and you will enjoy your new life as long as you behave and be honest like you were right now. Now thanks that you were honest with yourself I will please you". She smiled and went behind her slowly pushing the entire length of her fake cock all the way inside her pussy. She let out a smile watching the fake cock disappear inside the girls body. Furthermore, she left it all the way inside for a couple of minutes so she could adjust to its length and slowly pulled it out and then pushed it back in creating a rhythm slowly fucking her and making her feel every inch of it. "See? You will get this a lot if you behave in your new life, you will get please, and you would not want it to stop". Heather returned to the Dining room, still lightly flushed from Her exertions with Britney to pick up her second toy. One of the other trainers had gotten hurt and couldn't train her girl, Heather was more than willing to pick up the slack. She sauntered up to Amy her body exuding an aura of predatory sexuality as she reached down and caresses this toy's breasts with her hands. At the same time leaning in and sniffing her scent, different from Britney but just as sweet." Sorry to keep you waiting Sweetie, I needed to settle bunny, you and I can play as well, would you like that?" Like before Heather proceeded to heft this girl in her arms as well, looking down in rapt attention." Tell me dear do you like candy?" Quote from: Miku on 06-10-2011, 22:50:05She smiled as the girl finally seemed to be honest with herself, "You got no choice Hun, but you need to open that mind of yours and surrender to the pleasure of serving. You don't have to worry about anything but pleasing your owner and all the worries in your life are gone. You will also get a lot of sex, and you will enjoy your new life as long as you behave and be honest like you were right now. Now thanks that you were honest with yourself I will please you". She smiled and went behind her slowly pushing the entire length of her fake cock all the way inside her pussy. She let out a smile watching the fake cock disappear inside the girls body. Furthermore, she left it all the way inside for a couple of minutes so she could adjust to its length and slowly pulled it out and then pushed it back in creating a rhythm slowly fucking her and making her feel every inch of it. "See? You will get this a lot if you behave in your new life, you will get please, and you would not want it to stop". Becky gulped hearing that she had no choice. But right now she just craved sex and was glad when Elizabeth slowly began to use the strap on. Becky felt like a slut, the way she was acting now. She moved in the stocks, what little she could, to increase the pleasure. Everything that happened to her so far had been confusing to her. But right now she was lost at the moment. "Ohhhhhh that feels so good" she moaned softly. She grinned as she heard the woman moaning and groaning, "Mmm that's right, enjoy the moment. Enjoy how you are acting up, that is the real you enjoy it and embrace your inner self". She smirked as she continued to fuck her, watch the toy disappear inside the woman and going back out wetter and wetter. She decided that for now she would just let her enjoy it, after all she humiliated the girl enough she needed to give the girl an example of what she would go through if she decides to behave. Furthermore, she grinned slowly touching her ass and slowly moving her hand all around her butt massaging it and just letting her feel good. Furthermore, she did not stop fucking her, she had gotten so used to this that it was a second nature to her. Furthermore, she smirked as she was now trying to make the woman feel loved at least for a little bit so she won't go insane, "See how good it feels when you are honest with yourself, tell me now how are you feeling?" "I am feeling aroused....never done anything with a woman before...it is different experience for me... I have never been so honey before without any foreplay... I am confused... I just enjoying the sex" Becky wondered what was happening to the other girls and if she would see them again. She was starting to think she might not be going home now for a while, if ever. She tried to remain strong though, but it was so hard to do so. Furthermore, she smiled at the woman and how honest she was being, "Simple hon, you are enjoying it because you are embracing your inner self. The one side of your mind you hide except when your having sex. Well that side needs to come out, and it is my mission to make it come out" she smiled as she continued to fuck her hard while her hand went to the lock on the stocks, "I am going to release you from the stocks, however if you try to run I guarantee you won't pass through the door". She turned the key on the padlock and threw it down to the floor before both locks on her feet and on the padlock released. Taking the top part of the stocks and pulling it up she allowed her to move a bit since she knew being in that position for too long can cause damage. She continued to fuck her harder and faster while her hands traveled down to the girl breasts and began to move her nipples on her thumbs pulling and massaging them. The muscles in Becky's legs were a bit sore and running to escape would not be possible now. Besides, she had to be sure she could get out of the basement, as there might be a locked door stopping her, and she didn't know her way around yet. So she moved a bit to make her muscles feel better as Elizabeth continued. She could feel her hands on her breasts now. She wanted to push them away, but knew she could always put her back in the stocks again and fondle them as long as she wanted. Furthermore, she grinned as she waited for the woman to react and try to run away like all those other girls did. "Mmm I know you aren't accepting your fate, but I want to fuck you allowing you to move". She moved her hand down between her legs and began to rub her clit as hard as she should. Leaning over her, she licked the back of the women neck as she looked at her and how she was trying to resist. She giggled and looked up at the two chains hanging from the ceiling, while she was fucking her she grabbed one chain and attached it to her right hand followed by the other chain to her left. She hoped the girl would not fight otherwise she would need to push the switch to lock the door, and she did not want that. Becky was glad to be let out of the stocks as her leg muscles were starting to cramp. That unfortunately meant that she could not try to escape even though she glanced towards the exit. Besides, she did not know her way around this hotel yet, and did not want to be caught and brought back. She knew she would be punished for trying that. So she would wait for a better time. Then Becky watched as her wrists were chained by a long chain hanging from the ceiling. She now was once again helpless to resist whatever Elizabeth wanted to do to her. She felt her fondle her breasts. The woman certainly knew her way around a woman's body and Becky knew she wasn't the first woman she had toyed with. She knew the girl was slowly getting at to bring of an orgasm, her hard fucking would get any girl there quite fast. Leaning over she licked the girl's sweaty ears as she whispered to her ear, "It is just a matter of time, I will break your spirit". Her eyes closed as she continued to fuck the woman, her hand continued to rub her clit while her other hand continued to play with the girls' nipple. She could already feel the woman tensing up, trying to resist an orgasm, "Just let it go, let your inner slut go and let it take over your mind. You want this everyday? Want to get fucked and want to know heaven and back? Let your inner slut go, and I will show you heaven and so much more". She took a gentle bite out of the girls' ear lobe as her toy and her hands continued to do the job. Becky was at the brink of orgasm. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this happening to her. She never even thought of having sex with a woman, and now she was craving it. Still her mind resisted some with her body craved. She did not want the woman to get her to have an orgasm. She resisted with all her will, but she felt as if she was trying to climb a muddy hill, she wasn't sure if she could do it. Becky knew that she had to get out of this place somehow, someway because Elizabeth was an expert in what she was doing, and she did not want to fall under her control. She grinned watching the woman being so close to orgasm before pulling away from her and leaving her needing more. "Mmm you won't have an orgasm, not until I think you deserve it". She pressed a button on the wall and the chains began to pull up leaving her on her toes, hanging from the ceiling. She approached the closet and took out a couple of nipple clamps before she approached the girl and slowly massaged her nipples attaching a clamp to each one of them as the weight of the chain pulled her nipple down a bit. Furthermore, she grabbed a small flog and went behind her slowly moving the flog over her butt so she would feel it before landing the first hit, then the second. Furthermore, she kept going looking at the woman's face in the mirror in front of her. Becky closed her eyes anticipating her orgasm. But it never came, instead she was jolted by the sound of chains clanking as they drew her hands upwards. Elizabeth told her that she would not be enjoying an orgasm yet. The chains did not stop moving until her toes could barely reach the floor. As Elizabeth approached, Becky gasped seeing that she was holding something in her hand. "What are those? What are you going to do to me?" She did get a reply, Elizabeth just reached for her nipples and began playing with them. Becky's eyes widened when she has seen Elizabeth opened the jaws of the clamps in front of her breasts. "What are you...no please...not there...not on my....oooOOOOOOWWWHHH...take them off....please....take them off". Elizabeth merely smirked and reached for a flogger, and walked behind Becky. She felt her letting it travel across her behind. "Please don't... I am all helpless now...don't hurt me....don't OWN!....please I beg you....ARRRGHHH!" Becky looked in the mirror and seen Elizabeth smiling as she used the flogger on her. She was enjoying making her suffer! Becky begged and pleaded with her to stop, but she continued. She let out a grin as the woman began to fight again, she knew the girl wasn't broken it was too soon to be broken anyway. The flogger would not injure her, but it would hurt a lot, her ass cheeks took a shade of red as she continued to land the flogger against the poor girls behind. "I did tell you, until you truly embrace that inner slut you have inside of you I will not let you orgasm. You will become aroused by pain I can guarantee that" she grinned reaching besides her and taking a small bottle of an ointment and spreading it through her ass cheeks. It was just a cooling palm, so her skin won't be damaged by what she did. Walking in front of her she gently grabbed the chain hanging from her breasts and let it drop the gravity doing the rest of the job, "How often do you masturbate?". She knew humiliating her would most likely break her spirits in a way that nothing else could. Becky fought back the tears as the flogger hit her again and again. When would it all end? Finally, Elizabeth stopped but only to rub some sort of cooling balm on her butt. She spoke to Becky that she would later become aroused by pain. "That will never happen to me." Becky replied curtly. In response Elizabeth picked up the chain between her nipple clamps and raised and then dropped it. It gave a tug on Becky's nipples. "Owwwhhhhhhh" Becky moaned. Becky looked at her wide-eyed as she questioned her. "That is none of your business. You might keep me here as a prisoner, but I don't need to talk about that!" She grinned as she picked up the chain again and let it drop. "I ask again, how often do you masturbate". She walked to the closet and brought a small try of different weights, "Do you know what this is? Each time you refuse to answer I will add a weight to the chain which would pull your nipples down, it will be up to you how much I place. Now I ask again, how often do you masturbate". She took a small weight and placed it over the chain threatening her to let it go and add weights to the chain. "Owwwhhhhh" Becky cried out as it dropped again. She watched fearfully as Elizabeth added a weight to the chain. Becky gulped, "Please those clamps tug on my nipples when you drop the chain. I don't want my boobs ruined!" She was hoping for a shred of compassion from the woman. Quote from: kraken knight on 07-10-2011, 10:45:40Heather returned to the Dining room, still lightly flushed from Her exertions with Britney to pick up her second toy. One of the other trainers had gotten hurt and couldn't train her girl, Heather was more than willing to pick up the slack. She sauntered up to Amy her body exuding an aura of predatory sexuality as she reached down and caresses this toy's breasts with her hands. At the same time leaning in and sniffing her scent, different from Britney but just as sweet." Sorry to keep you waiting Sweetie, I needed to settle bunny, you and I can play as well, would you like that?" Like before Heather proceeded to heft this girl in her arms as well, looking down in rapt attention." Tell me dear do you like candy?" Amy looked with apprehension at the woman who approached her, wishing she could somehow get herself out of this predicament, but even if she'd been able to move, she wasn't stupid enough to try an escape, without knowing her way around, and how things were set up. She couldn't do anything as this stranger approached her and ran her hands over her breasts. She stubbornly remained silent as she was picked up, exercising her small measure of resistance in choosing not to answer the questions she was asked, although she thought the candy question a bit strange. Furthermore, she was afraid to think of what this woman had in store for her, but she knew she wouldn't have a choice in finding out. Quote from: subunit on 10-10-2011, 01:24:12"Owwwhhhhh" Becky cried out as it dropped again. She watched fearfully as Elizabeth added a weight to the chain. Becky gulped, "Please those clamps tug on my nipples when you drop the chain. I don't want my boobs ruined!" She was hoping for a shred of compassion from the woman. She grinned as she looked at the woman, "I don't have the power to stop it, you do. So tell me slut how many times a week do you masturbate". The weights were small, but they did their job combined with the gravity of the room. She let out a smirk as she approached with another weight ready to put it on the chain if the girl did not answer like she wanted. Becky looked at her as Elizabeth spoke to her, "What...what do you mean I have the power to stop it? You got me chained up and...no please not another one!" She could only watch as She added another weight to the chain. She could feel it tugging more now on her sensitive nipples. Why did this woman have to hurt and humiliate her so much? She grimaced and tried to remain strong, but she knew she couldn't take much more added weight. Elizabeth laughed as she looked at the woman, "You do have the power, tell you what if you tell me the truth I will remove a weight". She placed another weight on the chain looking at it pulling her nipple down a bit more, "This must hurt right? You can stop it just tell me the truth and I will remove a weight, keep telling me the truth I might even remove the clamps off completely. Good behavior will be awarded, bad behavior will be punished, it is a simple rule my dear if you behave and do whatever I want you to do trust me you will like the rewards". She smiled grabbing another weight and showing it to her, this time the weight was a little bit heavier than the other one, "I can guarantee this one will hurt, so let me ask you. How often do you masturbate?". Becky's shoulders started to ache from her being stretched out so much with her hands secured over her head. But that was not her main concern now. Becky's main concern was all the weights she was adding to her nipple chain. Becky looked at her again as she laughed at her. She seemed not to care how much it was hurting her. After Elizabeth spoke again, she held the weight between her fingers in front of Becky, allowing her to look at, before she put it on her. Becky tried not to think what it would feel like as it relentlessly pulled down on her nipples. Becky also knew that the longer she resisted, the more questions she would have to answer as Elizabeth took the weights off one by one. Still she did not wait to concede to her. She watched as Elizabeth smirked at her and went to add the weight to her chain. Then Becky blurted, "Wait I will talk. Don't put the weight on me. I don't want my breasts ruined because of a question....OK, I do it a couple of times a month on average. I just you know, finger myself. Furthermore, I have been doing it since I broke up with my last boyfriend 5 months ago." Becky blushed red as she finished speaking. She smiled and nodded removing one of the weights that were on her chain. "Very good my little child, see? I removed a weight as promised. Now I want to know why did you break up with your last boyfriend?". She had the weight she just removed on her hand in case the girl wanted to not tell her or avoid the question. She threatened her to put the weight back on as she looked at the woman and smiled "Well? Why did you break up?". She knew exactly what it took to damage her breasts and so far she was safe, however if at least five weights were added her nipples would start to get damaged thing that she did not wish to but would do if the girl did not obey. Becky was relieved when Elizabeth took one weight off the chain. But she got another question to answer. This one wasn't so bad, but she still didn't like to disclose personal details of her life. Still she wanted the wights and clamps off her so she replied, "He is like me to model for him. He took photos of me everywhere we would go. Then he wanted to take more revealing pics, topless and nude stuff and I refused. We broke up over that." Elizabeth nodded removing the last weight on the chain but still holding on to it, "Next question I will remove one of the clamps. Did you enjoy getting fucked by him? Tell me about it, what did you like that he did?". She grinned at the question knowing the girl would have some trouble answering it, "Remember if you behave I will give you a reward, if you don't, I will leave you there tonight to spend the night". She grinned knowing exactly what she would do next, and she was sure that the girl would not like it a bit. Becky was glad to see her remove the weight. Then she asked her another question, this one a lot more intimate. She gulped thinking about having the night like this. Becky's face turned red as she answered, "I.... I did. He was good at it. Took his time, waited till I was ready. I mean he like MMM would kiss and stuff like that, not just want to stick it in me right away." She lowered her head and bit her lower lip. She felt so cheap now, having to disclose these details. Smiling she took off the right nipple clam and held on her hand so the weight of it won't ruin her nipple, "Finally the last question, had you ever had somebody stick something big in your ass? Did you like it?". She smiled moving the other clamp to show it to her threatening her to put it back on if she did not answer right, "This is the last question, you can do it answer me truthfully, and I will take the last clamp off". She grinned as she looked at the woman a smirk on her eyes as she waited for her answer. Becky was glad to hear that this would be the last question. She didn't like having to answer such intimate personal questions asked by a complete stranger. She gasped and replied, "Well an old boyfriend had wanted to stick his thing up my butt. I told him no, but he keeps asking. Finally, I said we could try it...it was his birthday. It hurt too much though, and we just had regular sex." Becky blushed at having to reveal another intimate detail. She wanted to be honest as she didn't want to have to stand there like this all night long. She nods and removed the last of the nipple clamps throwing them down into a small tray besides her, "very good, see? Now you have no nipple clamps on you. However, your new owner would like for you to be trained on your ass. Your boyfriend did it wrong you need to be trained down there it's not something you just stick on there, I will train you now don't worry it won't hurt". She smiled walking to her closet and grabbing a butt plug with some straps, "This is called a butt plug, you will keep this on you the rest of the night. So if you want to go to the restroom let me know now because once this goes in it will not come out until tomorrow night. She approached her with a steel collar and placed it around her neck, sealing it shut with a padlock, "That collar its very special, every door on this house has a sort of electric current going through it, if the collar is detected going through a door your not supposed to it will send a massive jolt of electricity that will knock you out, now do you need to go to the bathroom?" Becky was glad to see the nipple clamps come off her. She did begin to feel more pain as the blood returned to her nipples. She winced as she heard the words "your new owner", but gasped hearing that she would be trained on her ass. "What do you mean trained on my ass? Why do I need to be trained there???" She soon saw what Elizabeth planned to insert in her butt. It had several straps, and she knew it was designed to stay on until whoever put it on decided to take it off. But that was not the end of what was going to happen to Becky now. Elizabeth locked a collar on her neck. Elizabeth told her it was designed to zap her with electricity if she tried to go through a door she wasn't supposed to. If that was true, she might never escape this place!!! Becky said that she needed to use the bathroom now. She glanced at the butt plug again and shivered, knowing it would be inside her in a few minutes. She wondered if the other girls were being treated like this also. Furthermore, she hoped that she would have the chance to talk to them soon, but that was of course not up to her. Furthermore, she nodded, "You see a cock cannot be pushed up in an ass just like that, hurts like a bitch. However, if you train the ass to receive small stuff first then bigger and bigger it will stretch, and it will not hurt anymore, on the contrary it will feel very good". She smiled pushing the button on the wall to let her down and taking off her chains, "Remember the collar, don't try to escape this room". She finally let her go and pointed to a door in a corner, "There is the bathroom, go there and use the restroom and clean yourself in the shower". Becky walked gingerly to the bathroom. She wanted to run for the door, but she was scared to try it. She was nervous too, from the way the Elizabeth spoke about her training. Being told that her ass needs to be stretched, so cocks go there easier. As if Becky wanted that! Of course Becky's concerns seemed to matter not at all to this woman. Becky walked and used the bathroom, returning a few minutes later. Elizabeth turned her around and checked her ass pushing a finger inside to see if she was clean. When she was satisfied she pointed at a bench, "Bend over, after I push this in I will let you rest". She walked to where she left the plug and came in with a little bottle of a liquid and the plug she showed them to her, "This liquid will me push it in easier, it will not hurt at all it will just feel a bit uncomfortable, and then I will push in the butt plug and I will leave it there all night". She walked back and slowly spread the liquid on her hands slowly pushing her finger inside so it could be spread. Furthermore, she then did the same and spread it around the plug. Furthermore, she slowly began to push the plug inside, "Relax your ass" she spanked the girl as she slowly pushed it inside, after it was in she strapped it to her waist and legs to make sure it will not fall and padlocked it. "Walk around and tell me how it feels". Becky blushed after feeling Elizabeth's finger probing her ass. Becky then looked over at the bench. "Please do you really need to do this?" Elizabeth nodded yes, and Becky bent over. As it was being pushed in Becky tightened her muscles to resist. This only got her a quick spanking. She relaxed, and it was pushed the rest of the way in and padlocked into place. Becky walked around a bit telling Elizabeth that it felt a little uncomfortable. She walked to a corner and opened a cell that contained a bed and a hand washer, "Inside, I will leave you to rest for a while. You need your rest after what you went through, I suggest you get some sleep you will need it". She pushed the girl in and locked the cell door before she stretched her back, "I will come by later and bring you some food, don't worry it won't be drugged" laughing she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her making the lights inside turn off as well. She needed to see how the others were doing and to see how their training were going. Becky looked at the cell. "You're going to keep me in here? But cages are for animals." Becky got pushed inside and the door locked. She was to be kept in here, even though the collar prevented her from leaving the room. After Elizabeth left the room, the lights went out, and Becky laid down on the bed. There was nothing for her to do now except wait for her to return, hopefully with some food. She was adjusting to having that butt plug thing in her, but still wanted to leave here somehow. Of course, that was easier said than done, as she could see no way out now. Some time later she came back down with a plate full of food and a big bottle of water. The lights turned on as she looked at the woman and opened the gate, "Wake up slave, here is your food". The spoon and the fork were of course plastic she did not want the girl to do anything stupid. She walked back out of the cage and locked the door as she sat down and watched her eat. All clothing were pealed from her body as she showed her slave her wonderful naked body. "You are going to please me after this, so hurry up and eat slave" she grinned as she spread her legs to let her have a good look at her body. Becky was happy to see her return with the food. She quickly ate the food and drank most of the water. She did not like being called slave and glared at Elizabeth and said "I am a prisoner here, not a slave." She watched as Elizabeth slowly undressed. Becky frowned and said, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not into women. Maybe one of the other girls are. At least they seemed to be on the plane." She grinned, "That is what you think, every girl it's into other girl its on their DNA. You have no idea how many girls told me that very same thing and ended up begging for them to please me. Don't you worry about that I will make sure you change your mind" she grabbed a small remote control and turned it on, the butt plug inside the girls' ass began to vibrate, "You see? I have you under my control". She laughed out loud as she looked over at her and smiled. "I'm not going to beg to please you. I can't speak for others, maybe they secretly held an interest in it or something. Becky was anxious to get off the island as this woman made her nervous. Becky squealed as she felt the vibrations in her butt. She put her hands on the end of the butt plug, feeling it vibrate.

Kiddnapping (IC)|rating:2.0

The Ultimate Getaway Break (CassandraM and Cerulean)

The Ultimate Getaway Break It had been a surreal twelve weeks for Anthony.(man's life was surreal enough as it was. A former professor of law at the University of Oxford, Anthony had finally ditched a life of academia in his early forties and pursued his passion in life - namely, doing terribly kinky things to willing women. He had bought out a large farmhouse in the Oxfordshire countryside and converted it into a working stables - just not for real horses... Things had gone surprisingly well. As Anthony had built up connections within the kink community word began to spread of his stables. It was four months before he received his first client, then another month before his next. But slowly the positive 'reviews' spread, and soon Anthony found himself in contact with tens of women expressing their desire to escape from reality. Some for days, some for weeks, some even months. And Anthony was happy to oblige each one of them. But he certainly hadn't expected to hear from anyone quite as well-known as the woman who contacted him asking about his more extreme 'package deal'. It was rare enough that anyone asked him about the extreme experience he offered, and to date she'd been the only one who'd continued to express an interest in it after he'd told them what it involved. Even today, the day she was due to arrive, Anthony still couldn't quite believe this was happening. They had been in discussion for almost three months via email, talking about prices, kinks, privacy, all manner of things. Finally, though a date had been set - June 27th, a Saturday. He'd given her his address, told her what to bring, and requested a fifteen percentage deposit paid before her arrival - which she had paid in good time. And now all he had to do was wait. At last, at about midday, he saw a small car drive down the road to the stables. It had to be her - his stables were located on a remote plot of land, and he'd cleared out his schedule for the next three months. Privacy had been his new client's biggest concern, and she'd been happy to pay handsomely to ensure she was the only woman in the stables. Anthony could just about make out two people in the front of the car - her and her boyfriend, though Anthony had been forewarned the latter would be coming, albeit just to drop her off. As they pulled up Anthony made his way to the front door to greet them." Good afternoon," he said as he opened the door for them. He kept his face as straight as possible as he caught sight of the young woman for the first time. There was no mistaking that famous face of hers. "Welcome to the stables Ms Watson. Please, come in. Would you like to stay for tea or coffee Sir?" he asked, turning his attention to Emma's boyfriend as the young woman entered the house. "Oh come on, Em, you always said it did not feel 'real' enough sometimes. This is 'real', and you will love it, I'm sure. My kinky little Em!" Bob Powder ham nudged her a little. Bob sighed inwardly. It had taken him months to secure this deal. If Emma wanted out now, how would he explain to them that it had been him who had made the deal? And who would pay for it, if they insisted on payment?" Don't you think it would do you good to just take a timeout for a few months?" he asked, his hand trailing up and down her arm tenderly." With your degree secured now and no acting job on at the moment, this could be your once in a lifetime chance, Em!" Emma Watson smiled back at her boyfriend. On the one hand side, she knew he was right, she needed a break, having worked from the age of 10, now, at 24, she needed a little break. But on the other hand, she was furious with him for taking matters in his own hands. But could she really blame him? Had she not fallen for him, because he had been so assertive, so dominant? Wasn't that what she loved about him most? Emma could not really put the finger on when she had discovered that about herself, the fact that she loved someone strong, someone who took charge. Would she call herself a submissive? Emma did not know if she fit into that category. Until now, it had been some bedroom fantasies she had shared with Bob, and she had realized how much she enjoyed it. They had experimented with extending those fantasies to their life outside the bedroom, but it had not really worked, because of Emma's multiple engagements in movies, charities and publicity. They had had some weekend getaways in remote places where they had been able to indulge in their fantasy for a few days, sometimes gagging her for a few days, or having her hands bound. But somehow, Emma had always felt bad when it had been over, and she was unsure if it was just out of embarrassment, or if it had been because it had been over too soon." I don't know…" Emma smiled at her boyfriend. How could she be mad at him, after all she wanted him to be in charge, didn't she? All her relationships before this one had failed, and until some time ago, she had been convinced it had been because of her fame, because everyone was so in awe of her. But now she knew, it was something else she had been missing. She still could remember the first time that Bob had tied her to the bed and had kept her in suspense for some time. She had been alone in the room, and after some furious rants and trying to escape, she had begun to feel aroused by her helplessness. When Bob had finally come to join her, she had been stewing in her own juices for some time, and it had not taken much to bring her over the edge.These games had continued throughout their relationship from then on, and Bob had always been the one to try something new. But this, wasn't this a little extreme? To be at this place for a few months, being 'trained' by someone she did not even know? Of course, they had been talking about pony girls before, after Bob had brought some kind of harness a few months ago. It had been great fun for both of them, sure. But to do that over a longer period of time?" Wouldn't that be so hot, Em? They train you to become a pony girl, and when I come to get you back, you will probably love nothing more than pulling a cart with me on…" Anthony joked, but he also found himself very excited about that fantasy, made obvious by his hard member straining against his trousers. When he had noticed the place offered a 'package deal' he had known it would be perfect, without bothering what it entailed. After all, he knew what was best for Emma, and he had to 'persuade' her to it anyway, so it should be worth it after all. They continued to talk about it some more, and Emma asked a lot of questions about the place and about what was being done, and Bob told her what he imagined they would do with her. He told her about harnesses, training, pulling carts, learning to run in a pony style, being made up like a pony." You will love it, Em! Trust me! I know you will!" Bob smiled. That had been two days ago.(Emma was looking out of the car window at the mansion they were approaching. She was excited and afraid at the same time. How would she cope without Bob for so long?" And Em… one thing: If they ask you: it was you who specified everything, right? We don't want to get in trouble if they find out I was the one making the deal, right?" Bob told her, his voice a little nervous." Yes, alright, my Master!" Emma joked, addressing him as if they were in some kind of fantasy they were acting out, but this time only mocking him for his obvious fear before her door was opened and Emma got out of the car." Good afternoon, Sir, and thank you!" she answered politely, before turning to Bob, too, waiting to see if he wanted to stay for tea."No, thank you, I'm fine… and err… I'm expected back in Oxford tonight, so I better get moving." Bob answered, before he went over to Emma and kissed her goodbye." Love you…" he whispered into her ear before he kissed her goodbye. "No problem... Robert, wasn't it? Don't worry, Emma's in very good hands. Have a safe drive back," said Anthony after Robert had said goodbye to his girlfriend. Antony allowed Emma to wave goodbye to Robert before he guided her inside the house and closed the door behind her." Please, let me take that," he said, taking Emma's suitcase from her. It was fairly light - after all, Antony had told her only to pack a spare set or two of clothes and some basic toiletries. Clothes, perfume, make-up, they would have no place once her training had begun. Anthony led Emma into his kitchen and motioned for her to sit down at the table." Tea, coffee, soft drink?" he asked as he set her suitcase down and moved over to the kettle. "And please, call me Anthony, I'm not 'Sir'just yet!" he joked as Emma used the respectful term again. It felt very surreal, to be talking and dealing with a person as internationally recognized as Emma, especiallygiven what she had come here for. Anthony strived to keep things as normal as possible, however. As he set the kettle boiling he left the room, coming back with a thick folder and a single sheet of paper. He set the latter down in front of her, along with a pen." Just take a read through, it's the contract you'll need to sign before anything happens," Antony said. "These are the full details of the 'extreme experience' you requested, just in case you need to refresh yourself on any points," he added, motioning towards the thick stack of paper. "I sent them on to you by email a few weeks ago, this is just the physical copy, exactly the same." Leaving Emma to read Anthony busied himself making the drinks. Soon he was sitting down opposite Emma, handing her her drink." So usually I like to introduce myself when I meet new clients in person. I'm Anthony Elwood, and I've been doing this for about four or five years now. I trained as a lawyer originally, before I decided to move into academia. Furthermore, I worked up to be an assistant professor before I decided to pack it all in and take up this venture. Furthermore, I've been very lucky, my first few clients all had very positive experiences and helped build up this place's reputation. Furthermore, I'm sure you've probably read a few of the reviews online." But, that's my brief background. How about you Emma? The fact you're sitting here now tells me there's a side to you the media doesn't really know about!" Anthony listened attentively to what Emma had to say. When she'd finally finished Anthony spoke again." So here's how things usually work. Normally after I've answered any questions and gotten the contract signed I start the training immediately. I will be honest with you Emma - just because you're famous I won't treat you any differently once we begin. You'll just be another client, simple as, and there won't be any bending of the rules laid out in the extreme experience." I should remind you that the extreme experience does not involve safe words or safe gestures. Once we begin, short of a medical emergency or an act of God I won't stop, no matter how much you cry or beg. It's why I often call this the non-con experience - once we begin you receive no further say in what I do." With that in mind, do you have any questions Emma? Please take your time and be thorough. While you won't have any say after you sign you have every right to demand or question beforehand." Emma watched after the car for a while, waving only very shyly, suddenly wondering what her host might think of her." Thank you." She said when he took her suitcase. Packing had been very easy for the first time in her life, she simply had packed a second dress, pants, another bra, a set of underpants and a few toiletries. And even with so little Bob had told her it would probably be too much." Tea please, Sir!" she told her host and blushed a little when he told her it was not time for that yet. "He must think I am so stupid, probably just a silly little girl…" she scolded herself. Emma watched him bring the thick folder and the single piece of paper. Bob had not told her anything about the details of the package. The extreme package." Wow!" she thought. "That's a lot…" she tried to imagine how many pages there were. What on earth would they be doing? Emma was about to take the folder and open it, she had already moved it closer to her. But then there was Bob's little 'bending of the truth'. If she began to read all of it now, Anthony would surely know that she had not read anything at all, and then? Would he end it all right here and now? Emma's fingers kept running over the folder, while she was trying hard to figure out what to do. Did she really need to know before what would happen? Wouldn't that spoil the experience a little? And what could be so bad that Emma needed to about before the experience started? She still had not looked into the folder when Anthony returned with the tea." Thank you, Anthony." She smiled at him as she took the first sip. Emma only nodded briefly when Anthony talked about the online reviews. Of course, they would sound perfect, who would post bad reviews on their own site? And surely this place was not on TripAdvisor, or else her privacy would not be guaranteed. Emma blushed a little more when Anthony talked about her being famous and her 'private' life." Well, I guess you could say Bob introduced me to this kind of thing." She began. "Being as famous as I have been for almost 15 years now takes a toll on how relationships work." Emma continued. "And I don't want to seem like a spoiled brat, but the men I have been with before were so in awe of me, for them, I was this famous girl, rich and young, and they felt they had to put me on a pedestal. And I didn't want it. I wanted something else entirely." Emma looked down, as if she was ashamed of herself." Bob then brought that out in me somehow. I cannot even tell you how it happened, but I had been drawn to him because of his strong personality from the beginning, something he seemed to lack today somehow." Emma laughed, hinting at Bob's obvious discomfort and his wish to leave as soon as possible." This is how we began playing these games." She continued. "But whatever we did, after the weekend I had to return to the public life and our fantasies would be over." Emma told him. "This is when we found your site." She lied. She had never found it, never even seen it, all she knew about it was what Bob had told her. "And Bob seems to like pony girls." Emma admitted shyly." So we thought this might be the time to take it to the next level. And for me to take a break from my movie star life." She laughed a little. She was far from leading a typical movie star life, but surely her life was not ordinary. She then listened to Anthony explain more about the nature of this experience, about her being treated like anyone else would, of the lack of safe words. And something inside her stirred at that. This was the real thing. No backing out, she would have to see this through until the end. At last some months when she would not have to worry about anything, where everything would be decided for her. Emma felt her excitement grow, as she pictured herself in a beautiful harness, running about the countryside. She had decided for herself at that point, that she wanted this to happen. Whatever they would do to her, she would certainly live through it, and maybe even become stronger as a person by it. Stronger as a woman." The most important thing for me is…" Emma began. "…absolute privacy. I don't want anyone to know who I am." Emma pushed the folder away from her and took the pen." No, I think everything else is quite clear, Anthony." With that, she signed the contract. Anthony nodded as she brought up her privacy. It was perfectly understandable for a woman like Emma to want to keep this part of her life quiet, though it did make Anthony question why she had then chosen the extreme experience, given what it involved..." Of course. For the next three months you will be the only woman here. I order in all my food and supplies, but the suppliers never go behind the house, where you'll be. I also schedule all the deliveries, so I'm not caught out." Anthony was a little surprised when Emma signed immediately after, but that was her choice. She had read everything, he had given her all the time she needed - and now she was his. He took the contract and made sure everything was in order before placing it to the side." Right. From this point on your name is not Emma. You will not have a name until you deserve one. Neither are you a pony. You are just a filly. I am no longer Anthony, I am your trainer. You will do as I say or face punishment. Clear?" Once she had spoken Anthony smiled." That will be the last time you speak like a human for the next three months. This includes any human-like curses when you're gagged. Only animal noises will be tolerated. Clear?" Those are the ground rules. Now, you will go upstairs and take your suitcase with you. Enter the second room to the left, the bedroom with the ensuite. You will take everything off, all your clothing, shoes and jewelry. You will then go into the bathroom and clean off every cosmetic product on you. Lipstick, eye shadow, nail polish, perfume, everything artificial." In the shower you will find a bottle of shaving cream and a razor. Shave everything below your eyes and then apply the depilatory cream provided. It will work for three months, so if I see any hair growth during your training I'll shave your head and eyebrows and apply the same cream the day before you leave." You will then shower in water only. That means no shampoo or body wash. Once you are done and dried you will brush and floss your teeth. If I deem them dirty I'll scrub your mouth out with a scrubbing brush. You will come downstairs and present yourself for final inspection. That means legs apart, hands behind your head, mouth wide open. You have half an hour. Go." Emma had nodded relieved when she heard about Anthony's privacy arrangements. And she had also concluded that she would stay here for three months." Yes, everything's clear." Emma had answered to his first set of rules, followed by a silent nod. This would be her last human words for the next three months, Emma realized with a shudder. A shudder of fear and excitement. What would happen if there was something urgent she needed to convey? How would she be able to? She knew her life would probably be hard for the next three months, but in a way she looked forward to it, the thought alone excited her, and she knew that Bob would be so excited when he came back, it was only a little sad that he would probably not be there to visit her, at least Emma did not know of any agreement about that. After she had listened to Anthony's – Trainer's – instructions, Emma hurried upstairs, realizing that half an hour was very little time to do everything he had told her to do. She found the room and placed the suitcase on the bed without taking much notice of the room, she was focused on getting everything done on time. She quickly undressed, taking of her blouse, her shoes, her jeans her bra and her undies. Once in the bathroom, Emma turned on the light above the mirror and began to take out her ear piercings. She had never dared to get her body tattooed or pierced beyond her ear piercings, as an actress she knew how important it was to keep her body 'clean' so that she would not limit the choice of roles she could play. Getting rid of her make-up went fairly quickly as she had only put on some light lipstick, a little foundation and some mascara. Cleaning her nails of the nail polish took a little longer and Emma was starting to get nervous, so she jumped under the shower and began to let the water wash her perfume away. Her armpits were the first spots she shaved which went fairly well since Emma had shaved them regularly, next came her crotch, which was also hairless already. Emma thanked God that she and Bob had long preferred her to be shaved between the legs, so Emma only had to shave her legs now, making it possible to have it all done in 30 minutes. At last, after having shaved her underarms – just in case – she applied depilatory cream in good measure. Better safe than sorry, she thought. Emma hurried down the stairs, the nail polish gone now, too, and stood still, her legs apart, hands behind her back, her mouth wide open. Although she had signed up for this willingly, it was still hard for her to be naked in front of the trainer, a man she barely knew and who would control every aspect of her life for the next three months. While Anthony had sounded demanding and authoritative he still felt a little shaken. He had just ordered a world-famous multimillionaire starlet to shave herself and come down naked for inspection. Even for a man like Anthony that was still a very surreal experience. While Emma was cleaning herself Anthony collected Emma's first piece of tack from the stables outside. It was a plain red leather collar (and matching leash (Nothing fancy or spectacular, but with three months of training ahead of her Emma would soon get well-acquainted with much more elaborate tack. Anthony's heart skipped a beat as Emma finally came down and presented herself. Even without make-up she was still stunning. He grinned as he stood up, unashamedly taking in a sight many men would have killed to see. She'd have to get used to being looked at here." You've got a nice pair of tits, girl," he said crassly. He reached forward and took them in his hands, gently weighing them up and squeezing them gently. "Little on the small side, but they'll do." He walked around behind her." And a pretty tight ass as well." Once again Anthony reached down to squeeze her cheeks and lightly slap them to see how they jiggled. "A little flabby perhaps, nothing three months of hard training won't fix. Now then..." After casually manhandling the new filly Anthony went to one of the kitchen drawers, pulling out a box of latex gloves, similar to the ones used by dentists. He snapped a pair on and pressed his fingers into the girl's mouth, pushing her tongue out of the way and pulling open her jaw a little to get a better look." Good enough," he said as he pulled off the gloves. In fact her teeth were in excellent condition, but it wouldn't do to heighten his new filly's confidence. He turned around and threw the gloves away; when he turned back Emma's mouth had closed." I didn't say you could close your mouth!" Anthony snapped, slapping her lightly on the cheek. "Keep it open, wider, wider!" Only once Emma had forced her mouth wide open did Anthony resume his inspection. He knelt down, running his hands up her shapely legs, feeling for any hair. Next he proceeded to cup his hand between her legs, roughly feeling for any public hair." Good. Don't expect to remain undefiled here with a cunt like that," Anthony said as he began to feel her armpits. "Don't worry, I always use a rubber." Anthony smirked at the look on her face. Sex was somethingmosthis clients could opt out of if they wished - those on the extreme experience didn't get a choice. Anthony could hardly wait to violate each of Emma's three holes..." Well, I'm satisfied. Let's get you outside where you belong," said Anthony, reaching for the collar and securing it around Emma's pretty neck, buckling it up tightly. He clipped the leash onto the end. "You'll walk behind me and keep your hands behind your head and your mouth open, clear? Good." Anthony led Emma out of the house's back door and into the main farmyard. Anthony took care to keep the cobblestone free of too much sharp debris, but if Emma caught her bare foot on something? Well, she'd be experiencing a lot worse than that! Besides, as a precaution all clients had to be vaccinated against tetanus before their arrival anyway.(was led into a small indoor stables, large enough to house six women, one to each stall, though Anthony had never had it filled to capacity. For the next three months Emma would be its only occupant. He led her to one of the corner stalls and walked her in. It was a small stall, approximately 4.5m by 4.5m, with hay scattered about on the floor and a slightly larger pile in one corner. Two steel troughs were bolted to one of the walls, one filled with what looked like mixed grains, the other water. In the corner of the stall was a steel bucket. Various steel rings were bolted to the wall." Your accommodation, m'lady," Anthony grinned, unclipping her leash but leaving her collar on. You'll spend most of the next three months in this stall. You eat from there, you drink from there, you sleep there, and - well, I'm sure you can guess what you'll want to be using the bucket for." Overhead lighting goes out at 9pm, and training starts at 6:30am tomorrow, so get some rest." And with that Anthony exited the stall and closed the door behind him, bolting it shut and padlocking it before leaving. With nearly seven hours to go before lights out Emma would have nothing to do but wander her stall and think. It was a deliberate decision on Antony's part - it would give the young starlet time to let the implications of her decision sink home... Emma felt utterly humiliated by the inspection she was going through. But of course, deep down, this was something that aroused her a little, too. Here she was – famous and rich – letting herself being inspected by her 'trainer'. Emma tried to imagine what the gossip magazines would make of that if they found out about this. Thank God privacy was provided here. So all she had to do was to concentrate on her training. She had never been fond of certain, pejorative expressions, but when she heard Anthony use some of them she knew she would have to get used to it. It seemed it was part of the 'game'. Emma was nervous. Not only because there was a strange man touching her body, and now putting on latex gloves, but also because she was afraid of the consequences it would have, should he not be satisfied with her efforts. His fingers in her mouth almost triggered her gag-reflex but at least made her cough as she tried to control her breathing. The cold latex felt strange on her tongue and she was glad this part of the inspection was over. She closed her mouth while Anthony had turned around and immediately cursed herself silently when Anthony told her off and slapped her cheek. Her mouth wide open, she stood there, wondering why her mouth had to be open while he was feeling her legs. With his hand slowly going further up, she felt herself tremble a little, until she felt his hand cup her sex. "Oh my god!" Emma thought. "Don't let him find you aroused." She prayed, knowing how exciting this humiliation was for her. Sex. She would have sex with that man. A stranger. Had she expected that? Shouldn't she have? In all honesty, she had never thought about it, although this whole affair was surely sexual, she had not even considered she would be having sex with someone else but Bob. And Bod, did he know? What would he say about that? Had she been too trusting to accept all of this? There were no safe words, Emma knew, but there had to be a way out, if she really could not take it, Emma prayed. But for now, all this did not matter, and maybe it was just part of the game, Emma tried to calm herself. Then it was done. The collar was around her neck, and she was leashed by Anthony, following him outside, her hands behind her head, naked, for the world to see, if the world happened to watch. It was not that easy to walk on the cobblestone, and now and then small pieces of stone pressed into her feet, causing some pain. When they reached the stables, Emma looked around. Had she not known that this was a 'special' stable, she would have deemed it a normal stable for horses. The stall they entered was quite spacious for her, so this probably was a real stable for real horses. It was very basic, with two steel troughs, some hay and a steel bucket. Emma looked shocked when she heard Anthony announcing that this was to be her home for the next three months, but then it made sense." Get over yourself. You wanted this. This is going to be fun." Emma told herself. She was not allowed to say anything, so she acknowledged Antony's words by just looking at him. Was she allowed to nod? There was not much time to think about that as Anthony left her quickly after that. Emma looked around, disappointed. Why did they have to wait until tomorrow, and why could they not start right now? Where was the fun in that? At first, Emma just stood at the closed door, looking out, but after a while she got restless. This was so boring, why could they not do something? She inspected the water, then the grain inside the trough. Did he really expect Emma to eat that? And what about that bucket? Could she really do her 'business' in there? And how could she wipe herself after? With hay? Slowly, it dawned on Emma that she had put herself into that position without knowing what would await her. Would she be able to keep it up three months? What if she broke? Would Anthony then bring her back to Bob? Emma sat down on the pile of hay which pricked her skin at first. When she realized she was getting thirsty, she went over to the trough. The water seemed good enough so at first she splashed a little into her face, and then she took her hands and cupped some water in them, drinking it out of her hands. It was no Evian for sure, but it was okay. Emma surely would not eat that grain though. Hour after hour went by, and Emma was thinking about her situation, sometimes cursing herself for allowing Bob to book her for this place, then again noticing her own excitement about the situation. Emma had lost track of time when she felt the pressure in her bladder. She looked at the bucket. Could she? Should she? What other choice did she have? So, Emma squatted above the bucket and began to relieve herself into the bucket, the stream making a loud noise through the barn which was almost silent without any other ponies. Almost crying from shame, Emma grabbed a little hay and wiped herself, before retreating back to the larger pile of hay where she lay down, hoping for the lights to go out soon. Had she done the right thing? Would she be able to get here what she had been looking forward to? For those clients staying less than a fortnight training began immediately. After all, there wasn't enough time to get them properly acquainted with life as a 'real' pony. But as Emma was staying for three months there was no need to rush things. She needed that afternoon to let her mind settle. Perhaps she thought that life as a pony would be fun, with lots of dress up and long walks. But if she thought that she was sorely mistaken. Yes, there would be lots of dress up, and yes, there would be lots of long walks, but it would also be hard and exhausting, as she would soon learn the next morning... At half past nine (roughly the same time the lights would go out in the stables) Anthony headed upstairs and began settling down for bed. The next morning... The bright lights in the barn suddenly burst into life. Perhaps Emma was used to gentle wake-up calls, but she'd get none of that here." Time to get up filly!" Anthony yelled out from the entrance of the stables. It was 6:20 am, and he was already dressed and ready for the day ahead. "Eat, drink, piss, stretch. You have ten minutes!" With that rather rude wake-up call delivered Anthony left, coming back ten minutes later. He walked up to Emma's stall. She was up and awake, but the young woman looked visibly tired." Unfortunately we don't serve skinny lattes and muffins here filly," Anthony chuckled as he collected Emma's leash and unlocked her stall. He walked up to her and clipped the leash to her collar. "Don't expect hot showers either. Best you'll get is a blast from the hose to get the worst of the dirt off you. Once I think you're worthy of the title mare you'll get lukewarm sponge baths. Once you're worthy of a proper name you'll get hot soapy ones. Consider it an incentive to work hard. Now, follow." Anthony led Emma out of the stables. The sun had already risen, bathing the farm in pale morning light. If Emma was paying attention she'd notice Anthony was wearing a high pair of wellington boots and some very shabby jeans, as if he expected to get his lower half dirty. He also carried a small, mud-splattered rucksack in his left hand. Anthony walked Emma past the farmhouse buildings and over to the open fields. He opened the gate of one and led her in. The grass was poorly-kept, with large patches of bare mud everywhere. The ground was slightly wet underfoot, and squelched slightly underfoot. Anthony led Emma to one end of the field. He unclipped her leash and dumped the rucksack on the floor." First thing you need to learn filly is that life isn't going to be a walk in the park. The first few weeks here are going to make you regret ever signing that contract." I need to test your endurance, and we're going to do that in the simplest way possible. You're going to run, back and forth, between here and the end of the field." Anthony pointed to the end of the field, some two hundred meters away. "You're going to run as fast as you can. When you can't run you'll jog. When you can't jog you'll speed walk. And when you can't stand you'll crawl until you can't physically move anymore. And if you need incentive..." Anthony reached into his rucksack and pulled out a large spanking paddle covered in blunted metal spikes ("I'm happy to provide. Now, start running. If I think you're not giving it your all..." Anthony swatted Emma's ass with the paddle and making her yelp. "That was me being gentle. I won't be so kind if you slack. Now go!" She didn't last long. Her pace wasn't amazing, though in fairness it was difficult to run at full speed barefoot across uneven mud and grass. Anthony left her ass untouched during the first length, but for the second he wasn't so kind. As he saw her start to flag he began striking her pert ass cheeks, eliciting a small burst of additional speed from the wretched girl before she started to slow down again. As exhaustion set in Anthony struck progressively harder, making it more painful for Emma to slow down than to push her muscles harder. But soon even another paddle strike to her severely reddened ass couldn't compensate for her physical exhaustion. At last, she stopped, heaving for breath, at which point Anthony shoved her forward onto her hands and knees."CRAWL!" he yelled, delivering another paddle strike. "CRAWL!" And crawl she did. For another fifty or so meters the former Hollywood starlet crawled naked on her hands and knees through the grass and mud as Anthony continued to strike her ass every ten meters. Finally, she collapsed, and Anthony realized enough was enough - there was no way she could go on. His work was done. Almost. He knelt down next to Emma. Unfortunately for her, she had stopped in some mud. Anthony bundled up her hair in his fist and forced her face down into the wet mud for a second before pulling her back, her face caked in mud and blades of grass." Pathetic," he muttered. In fact Emma had done slightly better than average, but he wasn't about to tell her that. "You have ten minutes to recover and crawl over to me. If you're not by my side by then I'll come over and fuck that famous ass of yours." And with that Anthony walked the last twenty meters to the end of the field. He was deadly serious. Thankfully, with the lights out, sleep eventually came over her, making all her doubts and worries go away. After all, this was something she wanted to enjoy, this was something that would bring a new perspective to her life, something kinky and 'forbidden'. In her mind, she saw herself, wonderfully made up, running through a field towards her Bob who looked at his girlfriend admiringly. She also pictured herself pulling a cart behind herself, with Bob sitting on it. While he was dressed elegantly, she was adorned with a beautiful harness and naked otherwise. And then she saw herself making love like that. Emma was startled by his voice and slowly woke up, her legs and arms hurting from sleeping on the rough hay instead of a soft bed, and the hay was itching on her skin. She looked down at herself and saw many red spots on her skin. Thank god her privacy was guaranteed here at last, Emma sighed. Again, like yesterday, she cupped water in her hands and washed her face, then took a few handfuls and drank it from her hands eagerly. What would she give for a toothbrush and a mouthwash…. She looked at the grain in the trough. Did Anthony really expect her to eat that? Obviously, he did, Emma realized, so she took a little handful and put it in her mouth. It tasted bland and dry, making Emma cough at first, but then she slowly managed to chew it into a pulp in her mouth and then swallowed it down, followed by more water to get the little bits out of her mouth that were sticking to her teeth. Next, she used her bucket again, her face red with shame. Her behind was sore from just being able to wipe herself with some hay, and this time, her already sore bum was even more delicate and sensitive than last time. Emma looked at Anthony when he finally came to get her, and she was unsure if she should convey her discontent with her eyes, but decided against it. After all, she had signed up for all of this willingly, at least that was Anthony's belief. For the first time, Emma wondered if it had been smart to let Bob make that decision for her. Emma looked at Anthony's clothes and expected to spend the day in the mud, judging from what he was wearing. At last, Emma would have chosen these kinds of clothes for a day when things got dirty. But all she could think of was that hot spongy bath she would get once she had earned her name. She found the concept of having to have another name a little strange, but then she was an actress and would have no problem assuming a different name for the duration of her stay. When they entered the field, Emma was glad to be away from the cobblestone, but on the other hand, she tried not to imagine what she was stepping on with her bare feet now. How many real animals had been on this field? How many little insects and spiders would be crawling up her legs? It was hard to walk on the muddy field as her feet seemed to be sucked in by the wet mud and getting them up to take the next step was hard, and when she heard Anthony announce that she would probably regret signing the contract during the first weeks, she felt like saying "Tell me about it!" but of course did not say a word. But she was not one to wallow in self-pity, she had been part of this decision, and she wanted to make it work, and she knew she could work hard, so this was what she was going to do during the next weeks." Em, you're no quitter!" Bob was telling her in her mind. And with that, she let out a short yelp when the paddle hit her ass, and immediately after, Emma began to run. But it was so hard, so brutally hard to run in that mud. Every step she took was hard work, not only did her muscles need to make her go forward, she needed extra strength to get her feet from the muddy ground, as if the mud did not want to give her away again. She had made one length and was a little proud of herself for doing it so well, but obviously Anthony was not content as he began to strike the paddle across her ass cheeks. The first time, Emma let out a cry and immediately ran faster, but of course that short burst of energy only lasted that long. So another strike of the paddle landed across her ass, again making her go a little faster for a while. But Emma was growing more and more desperate, as she felt the strength in her muscles slowly ebb away, with every step. What was he expecting of her? This was inhuman, she would never be able to give anymore. And his beating got harder and harder, and Emma's eyes were full of tears, while her muscles were in constant pain – a pain that was better than the pain from the paddle – as her body was exhausting itself more and more. Then, Emma knew she could not walk another meter, even another inch anymore. So, she stopped, her body slumped down, her breathing hard."CRAWL!" she heard him almost inside her head as she fell onto her hands and knees, shoved down by him and unable to withstand him."CRAWL!" he almost barked while the paddle left another mark on her already red and sore behind. But she crawled, her hands desperately trying to pull her forward, while her knees struggled to get out of the mud, her legs so tired and exhausted. Emma had no idea how far she had crawled, but at some point, she was done. Exhausted. Emma cried, her lungs crying for air after her face had been pushed into the mud. Her eyes were muddy, as were her cheeks, and she had some mud and grass in her mouth which she tried to spit out. This was not what she had envisioned herself doing her, and to be called pathetic by this… who was he that he could tell her what to do? Emma felt a rage inside her, for being treated like this, but then there was also that strange sensation of… what was that? Lust? Arousal? Emma wanted to die from humiliation. Could Anthony see that? Thankfully though, he had walked away from her, giving her the task to join him or be raped by him right here. Did it rape? Well, maybe, but Emma knew it was part of the contract, so Anthony was within his rights. She looked at him, as he seemed almost unreachable." Em, you can make it." She told herself, and with that, she began to crawl again, her muscles burning as if they were on fire, her hands deep in the mud, her mouth spitting mud onto the ground. Slowly, she made her way over to him, the former movie actress, dragging her body through the mud. Anthony was pleased to see his newest filly refuse to give up. Perhaps she thought she looked downtrodden and pathetic, but Anthony didn't see the starlet like that at all. Her refusal to give up proved she was more of a fighter than he'd expected. Many women just stayed where they were and accepted the inevitable anal ravaging, and Anthony had thoroughly expected Emma to go the same way. Then again, this was only her first day, when she was still fresh and well-rested. It would take time before her body adjusted to the rigors of daily training, and until it did, she would feel absolutely wretched." You're more of a fighter than I thought," said Anthony as Emma finally slumped down between his feet. "Maybe there's some hope for you yet..." There was a delicate balance between criticism and praise during the first weeks of training. Too much of the former and the ponies became demoralized. Too much of the latter and they became complacent. Anthony roughly pushed Emma onto her back with his foot. She was so caked in mud that there was almost no exposed skin. He placed his boot down against her stomach and applied a little pressure." But don't get complacent filly," he said, staring down at her mud-splattered face. Even as mussed up and muddy as she was the young woman was still immensely fuckable. And Anthonywouldfuck her eventually. It was just a question of when she'd first fail... "You're still far from fit enough. But don't worry. Youwillimprove. Know how I know? Because you'll be fucked day, in day out if you don't. Ass, mouth, pussy, whatever hole I fancy." Anthony smirked and lifted his boot off her stomach. "Now get up. We need to get you cleaned up." As expected it was a much slower walk to the stables, with Emma staggering on after him, her leash clipped back on her collar. In fairness to the young woman at least she was managing to walk. Anthony usually had a good eye for who would remain a hapless filly and who would grow and develop into a proud mare. He'd put Emma into the first category before that morning - but now his opinion had shifted slightly... By the end of the week he'd know for certain." Stand there and close your eyes," said Anthony as they finally reached the stables. Emma was positioned over a drain grate. He unfurled a length of hosepipe and turned the tap on before blasting Emma with a stream of icy cold water, washing away the mud."TURN!" he yelled out over the sound of rushing water. Soon the young woman was mostly clean. In the coming weeks cold hose-downs were the only cleaning she'd receive. Lukewarm sponge baths (if she ever earned them) would seem positively luxurious." Follow," he said, taking hold of Emma's leash again and guiding the shivering woman back into the stables and over to her stall. "Hay is quite absorbent. I suggest you dry off and rest. You have one hour to recover before we begin long distance training." And with that Anthony was locking up her stall again, giving Emma scant time to sort herself out before her grueling exercise routine continued. Somehow, it made Emma immensely proud to hear Anthony say that she was more of a fighter than he had expected. Of course, she looked like a frail young woman, and in many ways she was, but while others had had a childhood, Emma had had a career, and it had toughened her to a degree. She had fast learned to follow orders and directions from others, and she had never acted like a spoiled brat. Only during the last years, the post-Potter years, she had had time to let go a little. And her experiments with Bob had shown her a whole new world, and she had found something she really enjoyed. Had it been too much of a risk to have come to this place for three months? Of course, she had expected that sex would be involved in this, after all, this was a sexual fetish she was living out for three months. Would it change her a lot? Emma was unsure, and sometimes she wished she had read what the 'package' Bob had booked for her entailed, but then it was also exciting to not know. And they would surely not do anything illegal to her, Emma was sure. Being pushed onto her back by his foot tore her from her thoughts, and her attention was on him again and his foot against her stomach. She listened to him rant about her being complacent and not fit enough, while she was nude and covered in mud all over. It almost sounded like a rehearsed speech for all of his 'customers' and Emma had to agree. She was not fit enough to stand this kind of exercise, but then she wondered who would be, apart from professional athletes." Maybe when this is over I am so fit I could play some Olympian medal winner." Emma thought to herself. At least this way, she could benefit from all of this for her career, too. Emma struggled to her feet and immediately felt their weakness again from having had to walk through the mud. Her legs were trembling while she was walking behind him, being led by her leash, but here the ground was not as muddy, allowing her to walk easier. Emma wanted nothing more than lay down on her hay and rest until her legs had recovered. Emma closed her eyes. Her heart almost stopped when the cold water hit her, and although she had heard him preparing the hose and had heard the water before it had hit her, there had been nothing to prepare her body for the assault, making her shriek loudly. Still, breathing was difficult because of the ice-cold water and Emma turned at his command, glad when the water was not directed at her chest anymore, but she would probably prefer to stay muddy instead of going through this. She would certainly do anything to earn those warm spongy baths someday. Emma could not even stop shivering when they had reached her stable and she quickly followed his advice to use the hay to dry herself off. Emma did not even want to think about what she was rubbing over her skin, into her hair. But to her surprise, it worked quite well, and despite the little itching from the hay, Emma sank down onto the hay and tried to get as much rest as she could, knowing now that Anthony's announcement had not been an empty threat. Just as he'd promised Anthony was back after Emma's hour of rest was up. He stepped into the stable and walked over to Emma's stall. The young woman was fast asleep in the hay."HEY!" he yelled, jarring Emma from her slumber. "Hour's up. Stand." Anthony entered her stall with her leash, clipping it onto her collar and leading her out again. She still looked reasonably fresh and alert. That wouldn't last long. Most women took at least two to three weeks to adjust to the grueling lifestyle. The end of the first week was always the worst. Their muscles ached, they weren't able to get enough sleep, and their bodies craved the usual mix of foods they were used to in the 'real world'. Anthony was fairly certain Emma would break at some point that week - and he'd finally get his change to pillage that lovely body of hers." We will work on posture before going out again," he said, leading Emma to the immediate backyard of his house. "You will never be considered a mare if your posture is sloppy. Usually your tack will enforce strict posture, but all fillies must learn how to stand and move properly naked. Now, stand with your arms behind your back, feet together." Anthony took in the young woman's posture. Better than average, but there was still room for improvement. Anthony picked up a thin riding crop ("Head up higher," he said, lightly tapping underneath her the chin. "Higher. No, too high, down a hair. A good pony girl must be proud but not arrogant. Shoulders back, back! Back straight, more than that. Good..." Anthony walked behind her." Interlace your fingers," he said, tapping her hands. "As if you're cupping a tennis ball. Point your toes straight forward, good, good..." He returned to her front." Press your chest out a little more," he demanded as he tapped her breasts. "Another half centimeter... Good. A pony girl is never ashamed to present her breasts for her rider's viewing pleasure. Now. This is your resting posture. Unless told otherwise, you will adopt this posture whenever you are not doing anything. Now stay." And with that Anthony left Emma outside, returning ten minutes later with a cup of tea and a stopwatch." Head UP!" he said, tapping her chin with the crop more firmly. "And less slouching, shoulders back, chest forward! Now, you will stay in this position for an hour. I will be noting each and every slip-up you make. Less than ten and you will be rewarded. Eleven to thirty and you'll receive that many crop strikes to your ass. Thirty-one to forty and you'll get that many crop strikes to your ass, andyour breasts. More than forty-one and I'll fuck your ass too. So, get ready..." Anthony started the stopwatch and started circling the young woman slowly, tapping her with the crop every time he noticed a slip in her posture, counting every one she made... Emma had dreamt of being on a picnic with Bob, enjoying the warm sun as they were eating strawberries… Only to be waking up to the harsh reality of her new life – a life that she would live for the next three months – the hay stinging her skin. It took her a moment to fully acknowledge her surroundings and get up onto her feet. Strangely though, Emma felt a little ashamed about being naked in front of Anthony, despite having spent the whole day around him naked. It was as if she could feel his gaze on her skin. Posture training. That was one of the things Emma had expected from her stay here, because in all the pictures of pony girls she had seen, the girls had had a certain posture, although some seemed to be able to pull it off better than others. Emma wanted to be good at that, she knew it would please Bob. With some excitement and anticipation, she followed Anthony out onto the backyard. Her head high in the air, she assumed a position she tried to recall from the pictures she had seen. Obviously not high enough for Anthony, she followed his instructions, holding her head higher, then a little lower, and pulled her shoulders back. Her hands behind her back, her fingers now interlaced, she pushed out her chest more, as instructed. It made her blush to present herself like that, made even worse by Antony's comment about a pony girl never being ashamed about presenting her breasts. Of course Emma knew that Bob loved her perky little breasts, and she knew they were just perfect for her, she would never have dreamt about presenting them like she did now, leaving her feeling almost a little inadequate. Anthony had left Emma with her thoughts and was gone for a few minutes now and Emma felt took a deep breath, losing a little of her posture. She tried to get back into the correct posture, but it was very hard to keep that still. Emma was relieved to see Anthony return with a cup of tea, maybe she would get to do something else now. But to her dismay, she heard Antony's instructions and also the consequences of her failure. She would do whatever she could to keep him from punishing her. The time grew so long, and Emma had forgotten how many minutes had passed when she first slipped, which Anthony immediately saw and corrected." Damn… concentrate!" she told herself. But despite her best efforts, Emma could not help but slip up more often, once she even slipped up twice within a minute or so. When the hour was finally over, she had no idea how often she had failed, sweat was running down her forehead, while her feet were trembling lightly. Without having been able to count for herself, Emma had slipped up 13 times. Despite what Emma may have thought Anthony wasn't a complete monster. By the time the hour was up he had counted at least thirteen major slip-ups and perhaps half a dozen 'minor' ones, but for a filly that was slightly below average. She began to slip-up more at the end, but that was normal - as her stamina improved she would be able to last longer and longer. Anthony walked around to Emma's front, smiling as he looked her up and down. She looked deliciously sexy, trembling slightly as sweat beaded down her forehead. He could have easily said she'd made over forty slip-ups and fucked her right there and then, and she'd be helpless to stop him, but just as the ponies had to stick to his rules Anthony had to stick to his own." Thirteen," he said simply. "Not good enough for a reward, filly. You will turn around, bend down, grasp your ankles tightly and clench that tight little ass for me." Anthony watched as Emma obeyed, grinning as he took in a sight most men would have killed for. He ran his hands over her clenched cheeks, squeezing and groping her bare flesh." I think I'm going to save fucking your ass for last..." said Anthony. "When you first mess up I'll take your pussy. Next time, your pretty little' mouth. Finally, I'll fuck your ass until you're screaming for me to stop. That is, if you can avoid fucking up more than twice over the next three months." Anthony laughed and playfully slapped Emma's behind. The sexy starlet didn't stand a chance." But, let's get going with your punishment." Antony picked up the riding crop. "Scream as much as you want, but every human word I hear will earn you another ten strikes." And with that Anthony drew his arm back and struck the crop against Emma's left ass cheek, instantly leaving a bright red mark. The second strike impacted against her right cheek a few seconds later. Left, right, left, right... Anthony paused between each blow, reveling in the young woman's cries of pain. By the time he was finished ten bright red strike marks decorated Emma's ass. He had taken care not to hit the same areas twice, but in time there would be no untouched skin left - and then he'd start hitting bruised flesh." Stand," he said sharply. "Every time we do posture training I'm going to put up with fewer mistakes, so maybe you'll want to practice in your free time." Anthony picked up Emma's leash and clipped it to her collar. "Now, follow..." Emma felt as if she was receiving the results of some college exam, unsure if she had met the expectations of her professor. Emma had always enjoyed the feeling of success, or maybe it was more the feeling of having made someone proud. Her teachers at school, her parents, her professors at college. It had always been a great feeling to be praise, although strangely, at the same time Emma had always felt a little embarrassment while being praised like this. After all, she had always tried to be the best at what she was doing. She hoped it would the case here, too, although she had no idea how many times she had slipped. But it was not so much the fear of being hurt, more the fear of having disappointed someone. So, when Anthony was walking around her, she was trembling, not only from exhaustion, but also in anticipation." Oh... come on…. Tell me!" she thought. When she heard the verdict, she let her head hang low, disappointed by the result, before taking in the position Anthony had told her to take. Thankful that no one would be able to see her like this, she grabbed her ankles and knew how she must have looked to anyone seeing her like this. Obscenely displaying her behind to anyone watching her. But this was not the time to be too prude or to be self-conscious. She had signed up for this, so she would get through with it. And the thought of being disciplined with a crop was something that was exciting in a strange way. As much as it would hurt, it was part of the fantasy she wanted to enjoy, one of the reasons Bob had signed her up for this. Emma shuddered when she listened to Anthony telling her how he would use her with every mistake she would make in the coming months. She shuddered in disgust, but deep down inside her, she felt excitement. She had thought these things would happen with Bob, she had thought the whole experience would be one she shared with her boyfriend, but obviously Bob was out of the picture until everything was over. What was the sense in doing all of this if Bob was not there to participate?" Aaaaahhhhh!" Emma screamed when the crop hit her the first time, the crop surely leaving a distinct mark on her behind. With each blow, the pain was getting stronger and after a few blows, Emma could not help but cry openly, while she tried to steady her behind as her reflexes were telling her to back away from the blows. Her face reddened from her tears, Emma stood and followed Anthony on her leash, intent on practicing as much as she could on her posture, so that she could spare herself the pain next time. Anthony hummed contentedly to himself as he walked along. It was at times like this life didn't feel real. Here he was, a middle-aged man without huge amounts of cash, movie star looks or elevated social standing, and yet he was able to look forward to fucking a famous young woman, millionairess and starlet all rolled into one sexy little package. And, depending on how things went, she'd be with him for a bit longer than three months... But that was a thought for another time; Emma had only just started her training! Anthony stopped briefly at a small shack near the outskirts of the backyard. He tied the free end of Emma's leash to a small iron ring bolted to the wall while he went inside. It was hardly necessary - where the hell would she run to? - but it was just a small action to drill into her head that he considered her more of an animal than a human. After five minutes Anthony emerged with a small bundle of items in his hand. He undid Emma's leash and carried on forwards. After another brief walk they finally stopped, and Anthony dumped the items on the ground. They had reached a worn dirt pathway and a small sign next to it:'Training route A, beginner, 3 miles'"I have a few of these," said Anthony as he turned to see Emma looking at the sign. "Useful for training my long distance ponies. And you, filly, will become an excellent long distance pony, I can assure you." Anthony grinned wickedly as he unclipped Emma's leash and pocketed it. From the pile of items on the ground he picked up a rather odd-looking contraption. It looked like two worn belts, connected by a length of elastic. Anthony began to fit the smaller of the belts around Emma's slender waist, buckling it up tight. He noticed the look of confusion on her face as he buckled up the other belt around his waist." You'll see," he grinned. They were now connected by the length of elastic that, relaxed, was about a meter and a half long. Anthony reached down again and picked up another item - a shock collar (intended for dogs. Anthony removed Emma's red leather collar and fitted about her neck the shock collar. He turned the dial to 1 and pushed a button on the remote control. A small squeal from Emma confirmed that the device was working." Now, here's how I see things. I can run three miles in just under half an hour, and if I can youcertainlycan. You will follow on after me and keep the elastic connecting us slack at all times. If I feel you slowing down and tugging on it..." He gave her another '1' shock. "Then you'll get a shock. Each shock I raise it by one, up to eight. Clear? Good." And without further ado Anthony broke into a steady jog down the path, forcing Emma to follow after him lest she stretch the elastic connecting them. Of course Anthony had the advantage - he was clothed and under no pressure to keep up with anyone. Still, route A was fairly simple - short, and the path was generally smooth and even. Not like Route P (for Punishment), a route Emma would almost certainly experience during her stay... But even so, about a mile and a half in he felt a slight tug on his belt, enough for him to feel justified in delivering a shock. He slowed down for a second or two to allow Emma to stagger and regain her pace before he resumed normal jogging speed, flicking the dial up to 2. He wondered if it had just been a blip, or whether Emma was already growing exhausted. And if she was the next mile and a half would grow steadily more hellish... Of course Emma felt the humiliation of being treated like a mere animal by tying her leash while he was away, and that was part of the experience she enjoyed, although her behind was still burning from the crop Anthony had used on her. Pain was something she did not really enjoy, so she could see his reasoning. If she enjoyed the pain, she would probably deliberately try to make him cause her pain. But she did not, and so she was doing as she was told, at least she tried to as best as she could. Did he have any idea how exhausting his exercises were? Emma was not that athletic, she was quite fit, but she was not that much into sports. And now, her whole day seemed to consist of training and getting fit. Emma smiled. Maybe she should see it as a kind of boot camp. She could profit from that even, but of course she did not want to become muscle-packed, maybe just a little more athletic. Emma read the sign and wondered how professional Anthony's business was. Why did he need a sign telling him what kind of route followed? If it was his land, should he not know what kind of routes there were even without putting up a sign? There were not that many tourists coming here, wondering which route to take, she giggled. It was almost like putting up a sign on the bathroom door in your own house… Her thoughts were forgotten when Anthony told her about what was to follow and about her future as a long distance pony. Would she really become that fit and strong during the next three months? His wicked grin filled Emma with a little unease. After all she had opted for the extreme package, and had no real idea what it entailed. For now, she would just have to go along with it. She looked at the strange belts Anthony produced and wondered how this contraption worked. Only after he had fitted both of them and had explained it, Emma knew what her task was. The shock collar – she had recognized immediately – was round her neck and before Emma could get used to it, Anthony had already shocked her. Emma squealed, more out of surprise than out of pain – although it was a painful of course. It would be hard for her to follow Anthony, she knew. He was a man and could run faster than her, despite him being older. And she was already exhausted. But there was no way around this anyway, so when Anthony started running, Emma hastily followed, intent on keeping the elastic between them slack. Emma jogged behind him, careful not to step onto something that might hurt her feet. The fact that she was naked, running behind a clothed man, was forgotten for a moment, because all she could do was to run to keep up with him. After a while, Emma had to slow down because of a cramp in her left leg, and immediately she felt the shock of electricity run through her neck, making her cry out and causing her breathing to become irregular for a few moments. But there was no time, she needed to get going again, she needed to keep up. Emma had no idea how long she still had to go when she stepped onto a dried branch of a tree, causing her to almost stumble. Before she could do anything, she felt the pull on the elastic connecting her to Anthony! She had done it again! There was almost no time to brace herself for the pain, which now felt like Anthony had dialed it up to maximum. Emma squealed out loudly, still struggling to get running again. Unfortunately, that caused her to fall behind again, and immediately she was greeted by an even stronger jolt of energy hitting her. Almost screaming, her neck felt as if it was burning, Emma carried on, her eyes teared up. She could not let him punish her even further, she had to get through this. This was just the beginner's route already. Determined not to give up this early, Emma concentrated all her efforts on keeping up with Anthony.

The Ultimate Getaway Break (CassandraM and Cerulean)|rating:2.0

The Nerdy Professor finds his Cheer (Klugario & SassyB)

It was two weeks after the new semester had started and Andrea Steven’s had only arrived at the apartment, she shared with three of her cheerleader squad members, earlier that day. She’d stayed at home to help out with her siblings while her mother had been undergoing, hopefully, her final chemo treatment. Her mother had been battling with the disease for six months now, and things were looking hopeful. After unpacking her bags and settling back into her room, she ventured out into the living area and settled down in the armchair to knit and watch TV. She’d knitted loads of hats and shawls for her mother over the last few months, and now she was looking forward to knitting herself a pair of socks. The quiet didn’t last long as her roommates piled in giggling and laughing after a day at school. They greeted her enthusiastically before heading to the kitchen area where they continued to talk and laugh. At twenty, Andi was the oldest member in the house, the others being younger, and even though they all got along reasonably well, there were occasions where Andi wished she lived alone. The saving grace was, she had her own room. She was only half listening to the conversation the other girls were having about the new Professor on campus. From the sounds of it he was young, but he looked like a geek. Between the giggles, she gathered they were wondering if he was single and if he reacted liked the geeks, in their respective years, when they were confronted by a popular pretty girl. It was a few more minutes before she realized the three of them were staring at her.“What?” she asked, her knitting needles suspended mid round.”You take maths don’t you?” Hannah asked.“Calculus, yes, why?” Andi asked suspiciously as the three girls flopped into the remaining seats in the room, grinning at her.“You could find out if he’s single for us.” Fiona answered.“No.” Andi replied, she was not quizzing a Professor on their marital status just for her roommates kicks.“If you find out, you don’t have to do any chores for a month.” Hannah beamed.“No.”“Two months, we promise, you won’t have to do thing around the apartment!” Gail bargained. Andi shook her head at them in amusement, the Professor had obviously made an impression on them if they were offering to do her share of the chores, especially since she was the neat freak among them.“We will up it to three if you find out if he gets all uncomfortable if you flirt with him.” Hannah grinned.“I’m not playing your game.” Andi laughed The following morning Andi went to school confident that it wouldn't take her long to catch up since she was two weeks behind. As the day progressed so did the homework she had to catch up on. Her second last class of the day was Calculus, and Andi had to admit she was intrigued to see who the new Professor was after all of last night's chatter. She’d also heard other grumblings, from her classmates, that he had held a pop quiz first lesson. Taking a seat she took out her notepad and observed the man standing at the front of the room. As the class progressed, she had to admit, Professor Green was interesting. Definitely looked a little geeky with his glasses and shirt, but the look suited him. Andi found him intriguing, and it was nothing to do with the challenge set by the girls although if it got her out of chores for a couple of months she wasn’t going to turn it down. It was why she dallied a little at the end of the class so she could approach him.“Professor Green, can I have a word?” she asked approaching his desk as her classmates trooped out the door. Adam Green, now Professor Green could hardly believe that just 3 months ago he had finished his doctorate degree and been offered a faculty position to continue research. Adam had figured that he would have to work for a Government contractor to make money and then continue his reswar ch on his own time. Teaching was not without its downsides though, he had been given lower level undergraduate classes like Calculus and Intermediate Geometry to teach. Before his last Calculus class was about to start on the first day the Head of the Mathematics department visited him in his office." Adam I have some news about one of your students."" What is it?" Adam looked up from his last minute preparations slightly annoyed." An Andrea Stevens has permission from the University to miss the first 2 weeks without being dropped.""OK, as long as she understands that she will be responsible for the content and making up any quizzes or tests I have planned." Adam replied. He saw this as an opportunity to get one of his 35 students to drop that class. Then the department head dropped a bombshell, "I expect you to be willing to help her catch up during your office hours, is that clear?" There was some emphasis on the clear as his boss started to get up." Yes sir, it is clear." Adam responded reluctantly. The first 2 weeks of his classes were rough, for the students, that is. He gave a pop quiz on the first day which almost no one had passed and a test at the end of the first week which was also brutal. However, there were a few bright spots emerging in each of his classes and as planned his classes dwindled down significantly. The Calculus class that Andrea was scheduled to be in had dropped from 35 to 15 students rapidly. He was proud of himself and now his numbers were easily ma nagable. The first day of week 3 started well. Adam enjoyed having more intelligent conversations, and he eased up a little on the throttling pace he had set. Then the last class had arrived and he saw his newest student. It wasn't too hard to miss her now that there were only 15 students. He ignored her for the rest of class while he introduced derivatives to the class. When he finished the somewhat dry lesson he sat down at the desk looking over some paperwork when he heard footsteps. He suspected he knew who it was and when he heard the sweet sound of her voice perk up and ask "Professor Green, may I have a word?" He was prepared. Without looking up he quickly responded "not now, but I assume you want help getting caught up." Adam offered Andrea a slip of paper, "here is my office number and my office hours. If you want help be there in 2 hours and be prompt. If you are late you will find no help from me." He tried to hide his annoyance at having to help what he viewed as a bimbo get caught up, but some of it slipped through his voice. Without waiting much for a response Adam got up, didn't look at Andrea and left to eat before heading to his office to work. His curt manner and the piece of paper he held out to her, without looking up, had Andi tempted to walk away. She didn't need help catching up, she would manage on her own. Rude, but cute. She took the slip of paper from him and followed him out of the classroom, she stood at the door and watched him go for a moment. She then looked down at the slip of paper. Two hours, she'd have to cut cheer practice short, and it wouldn't give her time to change back into her clothes. She glanced back up at his retreating back, a small smile tipping up the corner of her lips. If he had been nicer to her, she might have let the whole request from the girls go, but now. Now she intended to see if he would squirm like the girls thought he might. Andi headed for her next class before racing to the locker room to get changed for cheer practice. The head cheerleader wasn't too happy when she said she would have to duck out of training early, but there wasn't much else to be said since she had a meeting with a Professor. Two hours precisely after he had told her to be at his office, Andi stood outside his office door wearing the little black and electric blue cheer uniform that represent the school colors. She had on little blue hot pant type shorts beneath the skirt that barely covered her ass, showing off plenty leg. And the top, although long sleeved, showed off her midriff and hugged her curvy chest. With her free hand she reached up to pull the hair tie from her hair and shook her head to let her hair tumble down over her shoulders. In her other arm she held her books and her bag with her clothes in it. Knocking on his door, she pushed it open before he could call out for her to come in, and strolled in. “Professor Green.” she greeted him cheerfully. Pausing for a moment to ensure he was looking at her before she walked over to one of the chairs across from his desk and dropped her bag and books into it. “Is calculus really hard?” she inquired innocently, as she placed her hands on the back of the chair stood looking at him expectantly. After leaving his classroom Adam went to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat since he wasn't sure how long his meeting was going to take, and being hungry while working was not an option for him. He had a small 4 slice cheese pizza and a glass of milk to drink. When Adam was done he headed back to his office and had an hour and a half before Andrea was due to show up. He spent his time doing research and got lost in what he was working on so much that he barely heard the knock on his door and when he did react the sight before him was quite an amazing one. Before him stood his student or so he thought. He was mesmerized by her and the way her outfit revealed her legs, her nice stomach, and hugged her breasts. It made his cock begin to grow hard and uncomfortably so. At least he had a desk to sit behind and hide it. Her cheerful greeting fell upon deaf ears as he barely heard it and was so tongue-tied he couldn't respond to it anyway. He was mesmerized by the way she moved her hips as she walked to the chair and dropped her bag into it. The question she asked about Calculus being hard registered in his brain and he thought for the briefest of moments that she might have even emphasized the word "hard", but surely it was just his imagination. With his cheeks likely turning red Adam quickly put his research aside and fumbled under the desk to find the Calculus book and plopped it on the desk. He took a deep breath and attempted to regain his composure. "Yes Andrea Calculus can be very challenging. I started with 35 students and now only have 15 left." He paused for a moment as he wondered what she had on underneath her skirt, "uh also outside of class y you can drop the 'professor' title and just c call me Adam." His breathing had quickened, and his heart rate was similar to someone who just ran a mile as he continued to stumble in his words. "You do have a quiz and two tests to make up as well. So what questions about the material do you have?" As he finished his gaze lands upon Andrea's breasts for a long moment before darting to her eyes while he awaited her response. He was blushing! She'd made a couple of nerdy guys flustered before, but not quite like this. They had been boys, he was a grown man. She had never seen a grown man blush before, it was both amusing and intriguing. She continued to stand there watching him as he stammered through his reply trying not to laugh, he didn't stutter in class nor had he stuttered when he'd spoke to her earlier. The only logical explanation was her uniform was working more than she expected, and she couldn't help wondering if he was hiding anything under his desk. This little visit was proving more interesting than she had anticipated. Another thing occurred to her, she hadn't told him her name, yet he knew it. Obviously he had seen her name on his class register, but she doubted he knew every name of every student in his class, even if he had reduced every one of his classes down to 15. It was either a lucky guess or he'd been expecting her to approach him all day. While she mused this over he caught her a little by surprise by telling her to call him by his first name. She'd never been on first name basis with a teacher before. It suddenly felt more personal that taking to any of her other professors did. When his blue eyes finally lifted from her chest to meet her hazel ones, she gave him a slow smile that told him he had been caught staring. She stretched out her calf muscles, before walking around to remove her things from the chair and sat down across from him. He'd piqued her curiosity and she was going to play on it for as long as she could. “Well Adam, calculus appears to be really hard.” she definitely put the emphasis on the words this time to see if he would react. “I mean I have looked through the first chapter of the text book and well I just don't get it. Would it be possible to get some extra lessons so you can explain it to me properly, and then I can catch up on that quiz and tests?” Provided he hadn't already had a look at her records to see her grades from previous classes, she decided to play the dumb cheerleader for a little while. She'd found algebra fairly easy why she had decided to give calculus as go. And there was definitely an added bonus in taking the class when the Professor young and not bad looking in an academic way. Adam saw her smile as he met her eyes and thought that she had either caught him staring or she was just being genuinely polite. His attention was thrust onto her legs though when she seemingly made a point of stretching her calves before sitting. When she sat a whole new set of problems arose for Adam. As if the cheer top wasn't enough while Andrea was standing it appeared that her breasts were about to pop out as she leaned forward to ask for help, and GE definitely heard her emphasize the word hard this time which caused him to shift in his chair a little bit. When she was done talking about struggling through the first chapter Adam took a deep breath focused his thoughts back to math, brought out a pencil and some paper then began to explain the first chapter to Andrea. He talked and talked losing track of time since he loved nothing more than talking about math. When Adam got through the first chapter of explanations he looked at his watch and realised why he was hungry again. They had been there for over 3 hours and all the while Andrea had listened, nodded occasionally or at least it appeared that way. "I am sorry to have kept you so long. If you have any other questions see me tomorrow at the same time, and we can continue, or you can make up your quiz." There was more sincerity in his voice now than there had been when they first met. With that he politely stood to indicate their tutoring session was over forgetting that he still had most of the erection from earlier. She'd made him squirm in his seat. She couldn't believe it. A grown man at least ten years her senior was acting like a blushing teenager. Had he fantasized about dating a cheerleader in high school? Geeky guys seemed to do that, well those that she knew of anyway, most stared wishfully at pretty girls. A couple got brave and tried to flirt, but it sometimes came across as creepy. She'd never used her popularity over anyone though, she treated everyone how she expected to be treated, but she couldn't help feeling a little empowered by this turn of events. It was fun and sexy. As he started to his explanations he quickly grew more confident. Any waiver in his voice was gone, and he was soon back in professor mode. Andi glanced at his left hand to see if there was a ring, or even a marking of a ring before focusing back on his face. She spent more time watching him than she did looking at his examples on the piece of paper. Every so often she nodded because she really did understand what he was showing her, and because she was interested. The time passed quickly, caught up in her fascination with the man she didn't realize how late it was until he mentioned it. She decided there and then to keep up the dumb cheerleader act a little longer and come back again tomorrow. She wouldn't need to rush either as she didn't have practice after her last class tomorrow. “I think you will need to go over it once again before I attempt the quiz.” When he stood up, Andi was still sitting, putting the tent in his pants in her line of sight. If she had any doubts he had been hiding it under his desk, it was clear to see now. Although after the length of time the session had taken she was left wondering if she caused it or if discussing math turned him on. Then again he'd be popping tents up in his classes if that was the case. Slowly her gaze lifted to meet his baby blues “Your wife or girlfriend must love it when you talk calculus to her.” her lips tipped upwards in a suggestive smile as she stood up and then bent down to pick up her bag and books. She was sideways to him, but she knew he'd catch a glimpse of her little blue shorts beneath her skirt anyway, the way she'd bent over. Straightening back up, her eyes flicked briefly to his bulge to see if it had grown any, then she met his gaze again “See you tomorrow, Adam.” And she turned to walk out of his office, a deliberate little extra jiggle to her hips as she went. Adam was about to respond to Andrea's statement about having a wife or girlfriend when she stood up and vent over. Adam was instantly distracted as his eyes were focused on the tight blue shorts Andrea had under her skirt. He may never have fantasised about cheerleaders before or any woman for that matter, but this one was having a profound effect on him as his cock grew harder than it had been before. He waved goodbye as he watched her sway her hips walking out of his office. It took Adam a few moments to collect himself before he gathered the few things he needed from work and then proceeded to drive to his apartment. Adam lived about a mile from campus in an apartment that had one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Adam had the basic furnishings, a small couch, a desk which is where he ate, a bed in his room and a 6 drawer dresser that was almost as tall as he was. When Adam arrived at his apartment he took a frozen lasagna dinner out of the freezer and put it in the oven. He was having a hard time getting the image of Andrea's blue shorts out of his head. Sure he had mostly seen her cleavage, toned stomach, and beautiful face, but there was something about that which he couldn't fully see that caught his attention the most. He wondered what she would look like without the skirt, but with the rest of the outfit on. At this moment he started fantasizing and was lost in his thoughts when all of a sudden the fire alarm in his apartment went off. Adam was brought back to reality with his now burning lasagna. He took it out of the oven, opened up some windows, and eventually got the alarm to stop. Of course now his dinner was ruined, and it was getting late, so Adam decided to just go to bed. When morning came no morning alarm was there to greet him. In the rush of events from last night Adam had forgotten to set his alarm. He now had 30 minutes before class which was just enough time to shower and go. He picked a black golf style polo shirt with cargo khakis, white socks and brown semi-dress shoes. Adam's classes went smooth in the morning. His students were sharp this Tuesday, and it almost made him forget he hadn't eaten anything since lunch yesterday. The calculus class Andrea was in was next. He did his best to not look at her and when he did, he only made contact with her hazel eyes. They have been enchanting, but not too distracting to throw him off his lesson in class. By the end of class he hadn't even looked at her long enough to know what she was wearing. Now that the class was in work time when students were free to leave or stay and get some quick help he sat down and looked at the stack of homework in front of him. It was at this moment he first noticed that his stomach had been making loud gurgling noises and just how hungry he really was. Hoping of course that no one had noticed. As soon as she got home the girls were waiting for her, wanting to know what she had found out. Her answer was simple “Nothing, he went over some of the work I missed.” It was the truth after all, but for the rest she kept that to herself. She wasn't prepared to share the information she had garnered about him so far. Even then it wasn't much, just that he'd gotten aroused by her uniform. She then taken a quick shower, made herself dinner, a pasta dish, before she turned her attention to her homework. It was really late before she pushed back from the desk, in her bedroom, and stood up stretching. She already had the vest top and shorts that she wore to bed on, so she simply climbed into bed and soon fell asleep. When her alarm went the next morning she got up and did some yoga before getting ready for school. Skinny jeans, knee-high boots, a black vest top and a chiffon blouse. A little more dressed than normal but not overly so that anyone would notice and comment. Before heading out the door she grabbed a cereal bar and an apple, putting them into her bag before she walked the few blocks to school. Her last class before lunch was calculus, she took her seat. She spent the lesson half watching Adam as he stood at the front of the room. She hadn't caught up with her calculus homework yet, but that was because she was looking for an excuse to extend her visits to his office for a few more days. That didn't mean she didn't take notes on chapter three. The couple of times Adam made eye contact with her, she looked straight back at him, but she didn't react any more than the rest of her classmates did when they caught the eye of the professor. She also kept quiet and didn't ask questions or even provide answers, all part of her pretence she didn't get it. Normally Andi used work time to actually do some work, but today she packed up and then strolled over to Adam's desk. She was close enough that she heard his stomach grumbling. Reaching into her bag she took out the cereal bar and dropped it lightly onto his desk, she'd already eaten the apple for her own breakfast. “Are you still available later today for my catch-up session Professor Green?” she inquired, standing holding her books with her free arm against her chest, her hip slightly cocked to one side as she looked down at him. Adam heard the saw the cereal bar through his peripheral vision and looked up to see who had dropped it. His eyes wandered up Andrea's body taking note of her tight jeans and the way her chiffon blouse hugged her curves. While she was still beautiful it was not nearly as distracting as the cheerleader uniform had been. "Thank you, Andrea" he said as he smiled slightly. "Yes we are still on for today, if you want to come by earlier I am done with classes for today, and it would avoid the possibility of another late evening." Adam paused for a brief moment and analyzed Andrea's posture. With the way she was dressed and her hip cocked out to one side she looked like a woman in control, something that had never happened to him before. It sent a tingle through his spine and just when it was about to distract him Adam caught himself and finished speaking. "I just need to get some lunch first, and I will be in my office within the half hour." Adam waited for Andrea's reply (regardless of what it is) and then continued to work on papers for the duration of class time. When the official time was over he put the papers in his bag and headed to the dining hall to eat lunch. Andrea's cereal bar had been a nice gesture, but it barely scratched his long term hunger. Adam went to the build your own sandwich bar and made a sandwich with ham, cheese, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, and ketchup. He also grabbed a bag of plain chips and a bottle of water. Adam sat down to eat and while he ate he did something he hadn't done in a really long time, he looked around and observed others. At this point he was trying to get familiar with how others were dressed in hopes that seeing other beautiful women would help him get used to it and avoid any further distractions. The last thing he needed was for a student to think he was hitting on her, that was a no no in the University's rules and was grounds for being fired. When Adam had finished his food, he looked at his watch. "Oh shit" he muttered quietly to himself. It had already been 45 minutes, and it was another 5 minutes back to his office. He was going to be late if Andrea had shown up early like he suggested. He quickly threw away his garbage, gathered his bag, and quickly walked to his office. Furthermore, he entered the building and corner to the hallway where his office was trying to prepare an apology in his head if he saw her waiting by his office door. “Earlier is fine with me, I have no classes this afternoon,” she replied “I need to go see Professor Glamour first.” She flashed him a little smile before she strutted out of the classroom. He probably thought she was having remedial lessons with all her professors, but in truth she was going to hand in the backlog of the homework she owed Professor Glamour. She chatted to the other Professor for a little while, and then hurried back to her apartment. There she emptied her bag of everything she didn’t need for her session with Adam and then ventured into the kitchen to whip up an apple, kale, parsley and spinach juice. She poured it all into a bottle to drink as she walked back to school. On her way out the door, she paused and looked down at her shirt. Grinning to herself she returned to her bedroom for a couple of minutes and then hurried back to school. She was standing with her back against the wall beside his office door when he rounded the corner. Not that she had been waiting long, having only arrived a couple of minutes earlier. Sipping some of her juice she looked up as he rounded the corner. Turning to face him, her shoulder still leaning against the wall she smiled at him. He’d already looked her over when she had approached his desk, but there was one small difference to her outfit from then. She’d removed the vest top from beneath her blouse, her black bra clearly visible beneath her chiffon blouse. The push-up bra defining her cleavage better than the sports bra she had worn under her uniform the day before.“Since I have to call you Adam, you might as well call me Andi, all my friends do.” She said when he came closer, and before he got a chance to say anything. She’d behaved in class, but as the hallway was empty at the moment her eyes trailed over him, from head to toe and back up again. Meeting his eyes she couldn’t help grinning as she said “I had a read through chapter one again, and I am still finding it really….hard. Can you go over it again for me?” Seeing Andrea standing outside his office brought both relief that she waited, and despair at how he was going to apologize for making her wait. He had no idea she had gotten there just minutes before him. As he got closer he could see a smile on her face so he sheepishly grinned back. When Adam finally reached her he could get a good look at her and that is when he noticed that her black vest top was missing, and he could see everything underneath Andrea's blouse. It was at this moment that Andi, as she now wanted to be called was speaking. Adam did his best to meet her eyes and listen. He let out a small sigh when she mentioned needing to go over chapter 1 again." Okay, follow me" Adam said as he fumbled with his keys and unlocked his office door. He turned on the light and beckoned for Andi to enter, waiting until she did all while returning her friendly smile with his own. After she had entered he did his best to walk around her and clear off his research without messing it up. He hadn't sat down yet, and when he went to put some papers in a bottom shelf of a giving cabinet behind his desk Adam failed to realise that he was bent over with his rear facing Andi right at the top of his desk. When he was finished putting the papers away, and getting the textbook out for calculus he laid his hands flat out on the desk. No ring on them or any signs of a ring at all. This time when he spoke it was inquisitive and not accusatory, "Andi, you seem fairly intelligent. I saw that you took notes, and Professor Glamour who is a good friend of mine told me you just turned in a bunch of homework. I know calculus can be hard, but the first chapter is review. Are you sure I need to explain it again?" While Adam waited for Andi's reply his eyes drifted to her heaving breasts. He almost swore they looked bigger today, though he didn't know why since his knowledge of bras was limited since he had no experience with them. Of course this again started to have an effect on Adam's cock, and it began to grow hard as he squirmed slightly in his chair hoping to readjust. As instructed she followed him into his office, closing the door behind her, before taking a seat on the opposite side of his desk once again. When he bent down to put away the papers from his desk, she openly checked out his ass as it poked up over the desk. She was tempted to reach over and pinch it, but she still didn't know if he was available. He didn't have a ring, but that didn't mean he didn't have a girlfriend. Being attracted to someone was one thing, ruining their relationship was another and Andi knew she would hate it if she was cheated on, so she wouldn't let herself get into a situation where she ruined someone else's relationship. When he turned around and took his seat she didn't divert her gaze. Dam! Trust him to be friends with Professor Glamour, when she had been hoping to hang onto her role of being dumb for a little while longer. She was trying to decide what to say when she noticed him staring at her breasts, and then he started to squirm in his seat. Well maybe, she keeps him distracted a little longer. “Yes, I need you to explain it again.” she answered softly. Scooting forward in her seat, so she was sitting on the edge, she propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands. By doing this she had pulled herself closer to him, and she'd pushed her breasts together. “As I said its 'hard'.” Just like your getting. She added quietly to herself. Now she was secretly wishing he didn't have a girlfriend, because she'd love to do more than just tease him. She watched him as he shifted in his seat and began to explain chapter one to her again. Whenever he made eye contact with her, which wasn't very often, she'd give him a little innocent smile. “Does your girlfriend get this stuff?” she asked. Her question was deliberate, but she made it sound like a whimsical question that had just popped into her head. As Andi said softly said that she really did need help, Adam obliged to re-explaining the chapter. Andi had scooted forward in her seat and now her breasts were pushed together and heaving closer to his face and invading his work space. Adam set his mind to the chapter though and started going through the material again, occasionally peaking up to glance at Andi's breasts and make eye contact to not get caught staring. He shifted in his seat each time he did so, but it was worth it. Adam wanted nothing more at that moment than to reach out and feel Andi's breasts or even have his face shoved in them, but alas he did the right thing and kept up the explanation to help her with the math. After some time Andi asked a question about having a girlfriend. Adam was shocked at this, and felt it was a rather inappropriate question but gave an answer nonetheless. "What? Uh, uh, no." He was stammering, "uh what I mean is, I don't have an uh girlfriend." Now that he was on a roll he felt he should poke further as to her intention of asking the question. "Why would you ask such a question, it is terribly inappropriate. I am your teacher, and you are my student, there is a professional and personal boundary that should not be crossed." Adam cursed himself under his breathshithe thought, I should have said 'cannot' be crossed, if she is half as smart as she appears to be given this great act she will have caught on and if there was the smallest chance that she was interested in him, he figured she would find the loophole in his words. Of course Adam was not used to having women hit on him so he quickly threw the though out of his head as he leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and waited for Andi to respond. No wife, no girlfriend. Well that answered the girls questions, but Andi wasn't sure what she was going to do with the information. There was definitely something between them. She found him intriguing, and he clearly felt something as well since he seemed to get flustered each time they were alone. Even without his outburst she didn't need reminded that they would be crossing a line if they did do something about it. If anyone found out about them, it would be his reputation and his career that was on the line. Andi imitated him by leaning against the back of her chair and crossed her arms beneath her breasts “Wow Professor Green chill out, I was just curious if your girlfriend was brainy like you.” She replied, retreating a little. If he didn't want them to cross the line, they wouldn't cross the line, although she had registered the words he had actually used, rather than what he should have said. The question was, did they do anything about it? She needed time to process, to decide if she really did just enjoy teasing him or if she took it further. This had all started out as a little bit of fun, now it was going serious. Gathering her things she stood up “I think I have it now, I will take the quiz tomorrow.” It was time to take a step back. Assess the situation. She also knew she wouldn't deliberately fail a test to keep up the pretence. As soon as she took that quiz the jig was up, and he would know she had been pretending all along. The way Andi responded to Adam's little lecture about boundaries almost seemed to be defensive. She had backed off though and tried to play it cool so he relented and returned a small, but warm, smile to her. As she stood up and gathered her things Adam again took in her full body from the way he could see her bra through her blouse to the way her jeans hugged her legs. He registered that she mentioned taking the first quiz tomorrow, and he nodded in approval to her. As she turned and left he watched her hips hypnotically sway and the way her jeans hugged tightly to her ass. Oh, how he wanted to grab that ass and give it a nice firm squeeze. Once Andi was gone Adam gathered his things and left for home. On the way home Adam stopped by a local fast food restaurant to get a burger, fries, and a soft drink. This was to avoid the almost terrible accident of burning his food again. At his apartment Adam relaxed on his small couch, turned on some music, and ate. While he ate his thoughts again returned to Andi, and how beautiful she was. He knew it was wrong, at least professionally wrong, she was of legal age after all so technically he could just enjoy the view for now. The more he thought about her though the more Adam was compelled to try something. He just wasn't sure what yet, he would wait to make his move and possibly just improvise. The next morning went much better than the previous one, his alarm went off on time and Adam had a chance to shower. He then got dressed in a solid light blue button up shirt, black slacks, and black shoes. He decided the more professional look would be good for the day and possibly help him if Andi got too mad if he got courageous enough to do anything later. Furthermore, he then made himself a ham and cheese omelet with some toast on the side and a glass of milk to drink. Classes were still going smoothly, and then came time for his last class. Calculus, and Andi was likely going to be there. He wondered briefly though if she would focus on the lesson or if she would be preparing for the quiz she was going to make up later that afternoon. Adam had a note ready for her, it said:Andi, I will be in my office at 12:30, please write down on this note what time you will be arriving so that I may have the quiz ready for you and then return this note to me after class. Sincerely, Professor Green It looked professional enough, and would take care of any possible distractions she may cause before that time. When she arrived in class, Adam nonchalantly walked by her desk and set the folded note in front of her before walking on. He then greeted class and began his lecture. It was a great lecture, and he felt good about it. Like always there was about 15 minutes left toward the end of class and Adam sat down at the desk grading papers and waiting for Andi to come by with the note in response to what time she would be arriving at his office. Again when she got home, the girls were waiting for her, wanting their answers. “He makes me work, we don't talk.” she replied to their questions and went straight to her room closing the door behind her so they would take the hint. She tossed her bag and books on to her desk and then flopped down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. What to do? She never thought she'd end up being interested in one of her professors, never mind a geeky guy. Her previous boyfriends, were outgoing, confident, and some of them were jocks. Never a geek. Under normal circumstances she might have pursued this further to see where it went, but Adam was one of her professors. Crossing that line brought complications. After a while she got up off her bed and turned her focus to her school work. She immersed herself in it, catching up with another classes' homework. The sooner she caught up the easier it would be. Focusing on school, and not Adam, was what she needed to do. Which was why the next morning she dressed like she normally did for school. Jeans, solid shirt and sneakers, nothing fancy. Well nothing fancy that was visible anyway. Andi had a thing for sexy lingerie, having hardly any plain cotton, so the lacy stuff was on when she walked into Adam's class the next morning. She was taking her books out of her bag when he walked by and placed the note on her desk. She didn't even look up, just slid the note closer to take a look at it before she opened her books. During the class she took notes. After class, she stood up and walked over to Adam's desk to drop the note. Before she walked out of the classroom. All she had written on it was 16:30. She had other classes this afternoon and cheer practice. After practice, she showered and changed back into her clothes before she headed to Adam's office. She was prepared for his quiz and ending their sessions, especially since she had caught up with all her homework and she intended to hand it over to him after the quiz. She knocked on his door and pulled it open again without waiting for him to call out for her to enter like she had done that first time. Adam looked at the note Andi had handed back to him, and by the time he looked up she was gone. It was like her demeanor had changed, almost like she wasn't interested. He had recently talked to her other professors about strategies they were using to help Andi get caught up and learn the material. Unfortunately those conversations didn't get Adam anywhere. All of Andi's other professors said that she handed in her work already, or at least most of it, with high marks. This meant that either Andi struggled in math, which was possible or that she had put on an act and a very good one at that. This quiz would be true test of which it was. When Adam arrived back in his office he had 4 hours to prepare for Andi's arrival. He decided to make her quiz just a little harder than normal. No trick questions, just harder numbers and more complex problems covering the same material. It was mean, but he felt like he might have been used and as much as he wanted her body he wanted to also know she was smart. That would make her over the top and quite possibly irresistible. While he may never have actively pursued a female companion before, he had done plenty of thinking about it over the last couple of days and while beauty was great and definitely got him excited he wanted to know that there would be more than that like a chance at conversation on an intelligent level. Once the quiz was ready he had it sitting in front of where Andi would normally sit, and he just put the rest of his research around it. He engrossed himself in it and lost track of time so much that when Andi did show up the knock on his office door was barely audible. When she finally sat down was when he recognized she was there, and looked up. His stomach let out a loud grumble letting him know he was hungry. Lunch had been a light salad, and rabbit foods he called it never held for very long, but it was healthy at least. Andi's more plain attire had him less distracted this time around which both pleased him and saddened him at the same time. It was like she was intentionally sending different signals to screw with him, but he was also pleased to see that she could dress normally." Please get started, and let me know when you are done. I would ask that you wait for me to grade it before leaving. Thank you and may the force be with you." Adam had given her the instructions to start and then let out a warm smile before diving back into his research. He was close to finally making some progress, and as much as he wanted to watch her work he also wanted to finally get somewhere with this concept. When he noticed that Andi was done with the quiz he snatched it from her without giving her much of a chance to look over her work and fix any possible mistakes. Not that there was going to be a problem. When Adam graded the quiz he saw the elegance of her thinking. She had gracefully, systematically, and very efficiently done each of the problems, better than any student he had in the past or present. After grading it which really was a matter of looking at each problem, comparing it to his work, and then marking a 100% at the top, Adam walked around his desk behind her and sat the quiz down in front of her. As he pulled his arm back he made sure that his left hand grazed Andi's left breast. Not long enough to pause, but just enough that he could feel it in passing. "Looks like the gig is up Andi." He said in a neutral tone. He didn't want to scare her, but at the same time he was a little upset that it was all an act. "Congratulations on the score, but do you have anything to say for yourself?" Adam waited for her response while standing behind her and staring down. Andi sat down across from him just as his stomach rumbled. He must have forgotten to eat again, while he spoke she reached into her bag for her pen, but she also took out a protein bar and placed it on his desk. She arched her brow as he made his Star Wars joke, biting back a bark of laughter at his meekness. It clearly went further than just math. She set to work on his quiz, not noticing that he had made it a little harder for her than her classmates, since she was meant to do this quiz in her first week. She was sure she had answered all the questions correctly, but she liked to check through her answers before she handed it back to him. Except Adam clearly had other ideas since he took the paper away from her before she'd finished checking the first question. Sighing she leaned down to her bag again and pulled out her homework, then leaned back against her seat watching him. She saw the 100% he wrote at the top before he stood up and walked around his desk. Game Over!she thought. When he leaned over her to drop the quiz in front of her, her eyes widened in surprise was his hand grazed her breast. He made it look like it was accidental, but her instincts told her he had just coped a feel. Well now, this was an interesting turn in events. She'd decided not to flirt with him any longer since it would put his career in jeopardy, but clearly he had enjoyed their exchanges so far if he was now taking to inappropriate touching, instead of keeping things professional between them. When he asked her to explain herself she tilted her head back to look up at him standing behind her. She knew that he would ask her something like this, and yes the girls had wanted her to find out stuff about him, but his reaction to her that first day had spurred on her reaction to him and that had brought them to this moment. “Only thing I have to say is, next time a student approaches your desk, Professor Green, you might let them actually tell you why they want to speak to you instead of assuming what it is.” She grinned up at him. “You were the one that assumed I was asking for help, when I was going to ask you if we could arrange a time to sit the quiz and other tests.” She held up the sheath of papers on her lap, her outstanding homework, to him "I decided to play along for a bit.” Adam was not expecting her to fire back, he had hoped that Andi would turn flirtatious or come up with some excuse, instead she bombarded him and accused him of assuming she was helpless. Any control over the situation Adam had was now gone. His face started to turn red with embarrassment, and Adam immediately tensed up and scurried back to his chair and sat down." I... I... I'm sorry." he said, now almost in tears with the feeling of a frog in his throat making it harder to talk. Adam meant it, he was sorry for assuming she was helpless, putting her through all the lectures, and for touching her. He reached out and motioned for Andi to put the stack of papers in a basket on the corner of his desk. He sat there, not knowing what to do tilting his head down to hide the first tears, while his arms were draped forward on his desk. How could I be so stupid?he thought to himself between sobs. It was painstakingly obvious to Adam that he had a lot of learning to do in the female department. He just hoped he hadn't burned the bridge with Andi too much, or at least hoped she had no intentions of telling one of his superiors. It would ruin his fledgling career and likely cause more professional harm than he could imagine at that moment. His reaction had a similar effect on Andi, as hers had on him. Initially she put his flush down to embarrassment but when he started to stammer and wouldn't look at her caused her brow to furrow. She dropped her homework into his basket, keeping him locked in her gaze. Spotting the shudder in his shoulders, she cocked her head to the side. Was he crying?! Having never had to deal with a sobbing male before, she was taken back, unsure what to do. She hadn't said anything that warranted the water works, the acquisition had been lighthearted. She hadn't meant anything else by it. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if he was on his period, but she managed to swallow it, deciding he might not find it funny. She let out a little sigh." Adam?" she asked a little cautiously, still not sure what to make of the awkward moment. "Are alright?" Perhaps there was something going on in his personal life and her little glib had just toppled him over the edge? Andi had asked him if he was alright, and for a brief moment he wanted to shout back'Do I fucking look alright to you.'Instead, Adam tried to compose himself and in between sobs he said, "no, I am not alright. I am confused, alone, hurt, and quite frankly in need of someone to converse with who actually has half a brain." At that point the mood changed for Adam from sobbing too emotional to some it would appear that he was like a person craving attachment to someone. He continued on not giving Andi much of a chance to speak, "I am confused about my feelings for you, I think you are gorgeous, and knowing you are smart is that much more attractive. The problem is it would cost me my job if I got caught. I am hurt at your apparent need for deceit despite my rude demeanor. On top of all that I go home to an empty apartment where I am all alone every day. Someone toying with my emotions does not help the situation. Normally I focus on work, and it doesn't bother me, but now you have opened up a can of worms." He looked at her curiously waiting for her response. His response had her heart missing a beat. She really did feel for him when he said he felt confused and alone, and that was before he went on to explain why he felt that way. Not that she had to wait long for the clarification since he swiftly spat it out. She sat there once he was done trying to take it all in. Although the main thing she focused on was the fact he found her attractive because she was smart. Sure she flirted with the guys in her classes, it was always harmless, but this was the first time she'd ever flirted with a teacher and actually got a thrill from doing so. It kinda turned her on watching him getting all flustered when she did it. The fact that he had similar feelings to her did intrigue her even more. She knew that there were girls out their in the world who slept with their professors to get the grades they wanted, but how many actually had a mutual attraction and a desire to be together, even if it put the professionals career on the line? Eventually she stood up "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, playing dumb was only a little bit of fun. I am a cheerleader after all, we are meant to be airheads." She slowly walked around his desk towards him, she nudged his chair so it rolled back enough so she could fit herself between him and his desk "As for the rest.... I find you attractive too." She then leaned down, so her lips were a hairs breadth from his "And I promise not to tell if you don't." After all she didn't want anyone thinking she slept her way to her good grades. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against his. There was every chance that this little moment wouldn't go well and the rest of the year could be awkward, but it was a chance Andi knew she couldn't let pass without taking it.

The Nerdy Professor finds his Cheer (Klugario & SassyB)|rating:4.0

The Marriage Revival Game Tonalberry and Dark Rhain

"I'm FINE!! If I'm NOT enough for you then FINE!! I was good enough for you when we met! I was good enough to talk into spending my quiet getaway with a stranger! But If you can't love me enough like I am... Then I will find someone who will!" Liz had been crying the whole time as she threw a few pieces of clothing into the overnight bag. She KNEW things weren't good between them anymore.but she didn't think they were BAD either. For a moment she thought of the happy accident of sitting next to him on a smallish plane bound for Florida. She had scrimped and saved enough for FOUR days...that was all she could afford both budget and time wise. But she had planned a little "me" time through her favorite amusement parks. She knew it wasn't enough time to do everything, but she had her highlight list and knew exactly what SHE wanted to do. How liberating it was to NOT have to think of someone else's opinions she thought.then she walked onto the plane and realized she was going more than halfway across the country from anyone she knew...alone. She had never considered she might be lonely. As she took her seat and shoved her one bag under her, she was wondering if she had made a mistake. Shouldn't she have convinced SOMEONE to go with her? Maybe her best friend? All she knew is it was too late now. Then she heard a voice, "Are you okay?... You look very upset? Are you afraid of flying? Don't be. I do it all the time...this route in fact." She looked into his smiling face, and suddenly she didn't feel so alone. But That was then. She stopped for a second and looked at the collection of wedding photos she had one the desk near where she kept her laptop. She picked it up and shoved it into her messenger bag." If I'm NOT enough for you...then so be it. Go back to your "route" I won't be flying that way again!" She pushed past him tears STREAMING down her face. "I'll be at Jodi's for now...but tonight WHO knows where I'll be!" As she slammed the door behind her, one of the wedding photos fell and shattered onto the floor. Jackson (stood and watched as Liz threw clothes into her overnight bag, considering going over to console her, to try and calm her. But he knew it wouldn't do any good, not when she was in a mood like this. He had screwed up big time tonight, and he hadn't even done anything, really. They were in a restaurant, enjoying dinner, when he had let his gaze settle on another woman for only a few moments, but apparently it had been a long enough look, to be too long. She had gone off at him, yelling at him, making a scene at the table. It had resulted with him throwing money onto the table and taking her home, leading to the scene as it was now. He remembered back to the first time they met; on the plane set for Florida. He had been given the seat next to her, and when he sat down, he couldn't help but notice the nervous look she had. It called out to him, made him want to comfort her, so he struck up a conversation with her, managing to convince her he wasn't just some creep. He had learned that she was going there for vacation, and she showed him her list of destinations. He shared that he was also going for vacation, though he didn't have a set list or schedule of places to go. After a long, long discussion about how vacations aren't as fun when you're on your own, and a promise to buy her a can of mace she could use on him if he turned out to be a creep, he managed to convince her to allow him to accompany her on her vacation. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard her words, his eyes widening at the hint of a threat in them. He wanted to grab her, pull her to him, yell at her and tell her to quit it, but he just stood to the side and let her go. Furthermore, he had to believe she wouldn't actually do something so stupid as to cheat. Furthermore, he had to hope that she'd just stay at Jodi's, until she was calm. If she actually did it, if she went out and did something stupid, he didn't know if their marriage would survive it. Hearing the door slam, he moved over and sat down in front of the computer, logging on. He remembered seeing an ad online for a site, a site meant for troubled marriages. He had laughed at the time, thinking they didn't need any such help, that they were fine; but now...now it looked like their marriage was in trouble, and he wanted, needed, any help he could get. Liz was crying to Jodi, "I JUST...we were SO in love!! It was magical when we met... those first four days.we went from strangers, to friends, to lulu- lover's!" she wailed. "We were SO in love...we couldn't STAND to be apart. I mean.we tried to take it slow when we got home.we did.but then...then he took me back there.and on the beach where...where we first...he asked me to marry him..."she was crying so hard she could barely breathe." Jodi?!! I LOVE him... I DON'T want to lose him! But he JUST doesn't look at me like that anymore. I mean.we make love.well are together a couple of times a week still, but he goes to the gym, I have work, he has his friends,,,pick up games with the guys, golf. I volunteer. I was taking some classes." she as she listed things her speech slowed. "We're growing apart aren't we?"" And let me guess, you come home, and you change into sweats? And he lets himself get scruffy if he isn't going into the office? When was the last time he surprised you with flowers? Or you gave him a massage?" Liz sat there dumbfounded, she couldn't answer. "Listen, if he loves you, and you love him, things'll work out.it just might take some time. But I have to go get us dinner. Chinese sound okay?" Liz nodded. "Kay you just relax and THINK about what I said. Maybe take a shower, it'll make you feel better. I'll be back." Sitting at the computer, Jack quickly found the website he was looking for. A site meant to offer advice to troubled couples, there was one part that had caught his eye the first time he looked it over. Someone had posted a game, meant to help couples with their marriages, help rekindle their love and passion. He was in the process of reading over the rules, and checking out some of the reviews, nearly all of which were good, when his phone rang. Picking it up, he noticed it was Jodi, and with a sigh he answered. If he didn't, he knew she'd keep calling until he did. "What is it?"" Where the hell are you??? Why aren't you here, picking up your wife???" Wincing at her shrieking voice, Jack let out a sigh and reached up to rub his forehead." I didn't send her away, she left of her own free will. Apparently, I'm not allowed to let my eyes accidentally look at other women."" Jackson Bernard Wallace!! You get your sorry ass down here and get her right now!! She is scared, and confused! She thinks you don't love her anymore, that you're bored with her, and she's not good enough for you anymore! I'm out getting dinner right now, and when I get back, she had better be gone, and I'd better have gotten a text saying she's with you, or there'll be hell to pay, understand me?" Jack let out another sigh as he heard the call disconnect, then stood. He knew Jodi would make good on her threat, though he didn't know how. And it would be best to get things straightened out with Liz before they got any worse. Grabbing his keys, he headed out to his car, and made his way to Jodi's. On the way, he stopped at a florist's, and picked up a small bouquet of roses. Reaching her house, noticing her car was indeed gone while Liz's was still there, he pulled in and got out. Without bothering to knock, he walked into the house, looking for Liz. "Liz, are you here?" Liz stood up as Jodi left. She was tired of crying. Jodi's suggestion of a shower sounded like it might actually help. She got up and walked past the trash can next to kitchen table where they had been talking. She would clean up all the tissues before Jodi got back with dinner. Liz stripped once she was inside the bathroom and then remembered she'd left her bag with a change of clothes in the living room. She looked into the bathroom mirror and spoke to her reflection. "Oh you big dummy.see it's things like that. You forget too many things.sometimes if your head wasn't attached you'd lose it. Maybe that's part of the reason. Maybe Jack is just tired of taking care of me. Maybe he's had enough of my leaving my closet a mess, loading the dishwasher wrong, being scatterbrained. Maybe he's JUST sick of me." She started the water in the shower and waited it for it to warm, as she did, she turned this way and that, looking at her body in the mirror. Her body had changed a little since they first met a little more than 3 years ago. "Yeah, okay I've .softened a bit. But look at the girls, because all jack attention, they got bigger." She ran her hands over her body as she examined it for flaws, reasons WHY things weren't what they have been between them when they first married. "And he says he LOVES the way my hips curve, and the way my rump felt against him in the morning.he .used.to NOT be." she started sobbing again. "Not be able to.keep his hands off of me." Crying she stepped into the shower. She didn't WANT her marriage to be over. She KNEW she had overreacted. Jack was married NOT dead. It wasn't like he was leering, or had gone over to talk to the woman. BUT Jackson was HERS!! Liz loved Jackie today MORE than she had when they married. Every morning, when she first woke up it was in HIS arms that she felt safe and secure. Every morning she made sure NOT to open her eyes UNTIL she was sure HE would be the FIRST thing she saw. And his body next to hers at night, his warmth, his presence soothed her to sleep. Course the nights when they fell asleep in each other's arms were less and less often. Work, hobbies, TV, DVDs and books were all getting in the way. Even if they happened to be in the bed the same time, there was this .distance often between them. Liz had to admit PART of the problem was her. She used to sleep in his shirts, the smell of him all over her body was exciting to the both of them. Or sexy lingerie, which always ended up on the floor, or the nightstand, and occasionally the odd light fixture. Jackie always likes the feel of her body next to his. And Liz loved the masculine feel of him laying next to her. But of late she wore tanks and shorts to bed, not sexy ones either. OR PRACTICAL long night shirts, or worse PJ's. And NOT fun ones. More like Cotton ones. She shook herself as she dipped her head back under the water. "NO WONDER Jackie doesn't WANT you anymore!! It's NOT his fault YOU are sending all the wrong signals! OH. MY. GOD. What if he thinks YOU don't want HIM anymore?!!" She had to get out and go call him! They had to talk! Liz needed to TELL her husband that she loved him! That she still wanted him. She DIDN'T want their marriage to be over. She was STILL his. And Jackson her Husband, her lover, her friends were STILL HERS. At least she HOPED he still wanted to be. She washed her hair quickly and grabbed some orange blossom shower gel Jodi had in the shower. The smell made her think of those first wonderful days. She smiled as she remembered him telling the taxi driver to stop at a Walmart, that he needed to buy the lady some mace. That was the moment she thought that she started to fall for him. He was so gallant, so concerned for her. In a land of flowers and fantasy, kingdoms and fireworks, she had FOUND her Prince. And he had treated her like a princess. NOW she was worried that he wanted to ride off on a new adventure. She wasn't ready to let him ride off, not one damn little bit! She turned off the shower and stepped out reaching for a towel. Furthermore, she squeezed her hair out but left it lose to dry. Furthermore, she looked into the mirror again. Jodi was right.again. The shower was JUST what she needed. It had cleared her head. Maybe Jackson didn't love her anymore she thought, "But if he doesn't, he's going to have to look me in the eye and SAY so." she said to herself as she walked out into the kitchen, to retrieve her bag still in the living room. Lizy decided she wasn't going to let him go easily. And ONCE Sarah Lizabeth Rachel Bennett WALLACE made up her mind that she wanted something she did NOT give it up easily. Lizy WALLACE didn't CARE what she had to do. She loved her husband. STILL. Maybe Now MORE than ever. And she was willing to prove it come hell or high water! Even though she was still dripping wet and in a towel she had a full head of steam going as she rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Jackson was sitting there his head in his hands. "OH No!! NO. NO. NO. If you want want to leave me you're gonna SAY SOTO ME!JACKSON BERNARD WALLACE!! IF YOU don't want me anymore you're gonna have to SAY so TO MY FACE!" Having gotten no response after calling out, Jack could just barely make out the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Deciding it would be best to wait for her to finish, he sat down on the couch, setting the flowers down and propping his head on his hands. He thought about how much better their marriage had been in the beginning. How they never could seem to keep their hands off of one another. Their passion and love for one another had been overflowing every single day. Lovemaking used to be wild and spontaneous; he would surprise her in the shower, pushing her up against the wall and crushing his lips against hers. Or he would hide behind the door and wait as she came back from shopping, pouncing on her and dragging her to the floor. Now, it was more routine. He would never say it was boring; he loved Liz too much to be able to say that. But they never experimented like they used to in the past, with new positions, or toys. He knew part of it was his fault. He was away a lot more now, with work keeping him with later hours and business trips. It would have been so easy for him to cheat, if he had wanted, and he knew there was no shortage of women in his workplace that would eagerly accept. But he would never do that to Liz; he'd rather die than betray her. And he believed Liz would never betray him; would never invite their flirtatious neighbor into their home without his knowledge. If things continued as they were, however, would he be able to continue to trust her? Would the temptation to stray get to be too much one day, while he was away? He quickly shoved those thoughts away, vowing not to let that happen. He looked up as he heard her speak, saw her standing there, dripping wet in a towel. Standing, he took a step towards her. "Lizzie..." As he stood there, looking over her, he could feel a stirring in his pants. Whether it was the sight of her nearly naked, only a towel covering her dripping body, or the fact they were in her best friend's house, or maybe it was a combination of the two, he found himself wanting her more than ever. Well, there was no time like the present to bring back spontaneity. His eyes, usually bright, darkened with lust, and he stalked over to her. Barely slowing down, he simply leaned down and scooped her up onto his shoulder, carrying her back into the bedroom. Kicking the door shut, he moved to the bed and gently dropped her onto it, her towel loosening as he did so. Lizzie gasped when he picked her up! She was shocked! Jackson had never done anything like this! Sure he had picked her up and carried her to their bed before, and over the threshold when the got married. But never like this. She looked up at him startled. As he was carrying she saw the roses he had brought her. A mixed bouquet, her favorite.he hadn't forgotten! Her breath was coming quickly through her slightly parted mouth. She looked up into his eyes, she didn't find anger.but there WAS an intensity she hadn't seen in a long time. It sent a shiver through her. "Jack? What're you doing? What do you want?""YOU." he all but growled as he pulled the towel more open, "I WANT my wife. I WANT MY Lizzie Back... I want. I want US...the way we USED to be." He reached out to caress her cheek. "I miss you. Miss US... I've never STOPPED loving you. Please, Lizzie.please don't.don't walk away.not yet.give US a chance?" A soft hopeful smile lit her face, and there were tears in her eyes, but they weren't of sorrow.they were of hope. "Jackie.? I love you too! Jackson WALLACE I WANT you. I just want I WANT to be yours. What ever that NEEDS to be. But I NEED to KNOW you love and need me too...you do don't you?" His voice deepened with desire. "Is that an invitation?" She nodded smiling as she held her arms up and open to him. "YES!! Oh, YES Jackie.PLEASE. I'm sorry I've-" he collided forward shushing her with a passionate kiss. He yanked his bet open as he felt her reach to pull down his fly. Her hands on him, eagerly trying to free him was making his blood pound in his veins. He dropped the pants and all but tore his shirt off, wild to make love to her sweet body again. He lunged forward taking her in his arms and pulling her leg around his back. He slipped his arm under the small of her back. "Love you." she murmured against him as her arms pressed him closer, aching to feel him inside her once again. Jack crushed his lips against Liz's, cutting off her words. There would be plenty of time for words, and apologies later. Right now, he wanted to remind her how much he loved her, how much he needed her. His tongue pushed into her mouth, probing and claiming. His naked body pressing, rubbing against hers, his hands cupped her ass, squeezing it as he rocked his hips, letting her feel his swollen shaft gliding over her sex. He was harder than he'd ever been in a long time, and he was sure she could tell as he twitched and throbbed against her. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to last long, his blood already pounding in his ears. Deciding he'd hold off for as long as it took to please her, he pulled back, looking down into her eyes as he lined up his cock. Gripping her ass, he lunged forward, spearing into her, impaling her on his shaft and moaning. Lizzie wasn't expecting Jack to thrust so quickly. It REALLY got to her. Her walls were dripping already, and Jack's tongue in her mouth was driving her wild with need and desire. His groan told her everything she needed to know. He still wanted her. The passion she was worried was gone wasn't. It was right here. Between them. This was how it USED to feel. Lizzie's legs wrapped around Jackson middle. She wanted to feel every INCH of him. The taste of his lips on hers, the smell of his sweat on her newly washed body made his claim on her. And her purr into the kiss and her nails raking lightly down his back said everything she could to him wordlessly. He could feel her slick heat wrapped around him, his cock fitting snugly inside her. No matter how many times they made love, she was always the perfect fit for his cock, never too tight, or too loose. It was like she was made just for him, and he just for her. Shivers ran down his spine as she raked her nails along his back, and his cock twitched inside her. Playing with her tongue, flicking it around, he began to move, bucking into her with slow, piercing thrusts, pulling her hips up to meet his. Maybe it was the fact that were fucking in someone else's house, someone else's bed, but pushing into her felt different now than it did before. It was like he was living with some sort of bubble around him, dulling his senses, and now it was gone, letting him feel her heat and wetness more clearly, feel her muscles clenching around him, smell her arousal. Breaking free of her lips, he let out a groan and pushed into her faster. Jodi was on her way home, she wondered what was going on in her there. She just hoped she wasn't going to walk into one of their screaming matches, those were legendary among their friends. But everyone also knew after every big fight Lizzie and Jack were like honeymooners all over again.maybe what they needed was a little shouting match." Yes.Oh, Jackie!! Yes... You. Don't stop!! DON'T STOP!! I'm. I'm Almost there!! If you CUM I KNOW I will!!" she urged him on. Her thighs were trembling around him, a sign they both new meant she was RIGHT on the edge. She THRUST her hips up toward Him. "JACK!! My TOES are CURLING!!" She cried out "ohhh dammit JACK YES!!!" she screamed as her walls started to spasm around him. Outside her house Jodi pulled up. She noted Jack's car was still there. She HAD hoped that he would have taken her home, but at least he had listened. Jack DID still love Liz, Jodi hoped, enough to try and show her. Listening to Liz's screams and moans, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and when he felt her walls spasm, clenching down on him, it was too much. His orgasm crashed into him, pushing him over the edge, and he threw his head back, yelling out her name. Slamming into her as deep as he could, he erupted inside her. His shaft jerked and throbbed as his cum rushed into her; a hot, thick torrent. Leaning over her, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder, sucking firmly as if to lay claim to her. As he lay over Liz, panting, propped up on his arms so as not to crush her, he heard Jodi's screeching yell. "What the hell are you two doing in my bed?? Jeez, I told you to come and get her and take her home, not bang her into submission! Oh god, those are my good sheets! I'm going to have to burn them now, and probably the mattress too! Get out! Get dressed and get the hell out already! Go home!" Liz was smiling up at Jack adoringly, but it turned into a fit of giggles when she heard Jodi's screech. "Sorry Jodi... I buy you new ones. But I'm NOT sorry that it happened." she lifted her head and softly kissed Jack's lips. "I want to come home. I want. I'm sorry I made such a scene." she slipped out from under him, and started to dress "I'll get my stuff, and calm Jodi down." She wrapped the towel around herself for Jodi's benefit, and bustled her out before Jack could stand. She didn't want her best friend to get a good look at her husband. Liz KNEW what a sexy man he was, and even though she trusted her friend, she wasn't about to tempt fate. Not now. Not when it looked like they might have a chance to get past this distance. Jodi was ranting as she dressed, but Liz didn't hear it at all. She picked up her roses, hugged Jodi, and eagerly ran to her car. She couldn't WAIT to be home alone with Jack. Jack smiled as Liz kissed him and slid out from under him. "I know baby, and I'm sorry too. But there's still a home to go back to; there always will be. We'll sit down and talk; I think I've found a way to help us regain what we've lost." He watched her from over his shoulder, smirking and winking at Jodi as Liz pushed her out of the room. Once they were gone, and he was sure neither were peeking in on him, he got up and quickly got dressed. He contemplated using her pillow to clean his cock, but she was already aggravated about the sheets, no need to piss her off even more. Walking out of the bedroom, he smirked and shrugged at Jodi as she stood there glaring. "What? You only told me to come and take her home. You never told me how to get her to come with me. Or are you just angry because we started and finished without giving you a chance to join in?" Laughing, he was out the front door before the couch pillow she threw could hit him, her yell of frustration muffled. Climbing into the car, he looked over at Liz, sitting beside him, and smiled. "I love you." Starting up the car, the trip back was spent in silence; the talking could wait until they were home. Getting out, he nearly jumped over the hood to get to the other side and open the door for her, offering her a hand. Liz was on cloud 9 as Jack drove them home. She could get her car later. That was not a concern at all. She was eager to see what Jack had planned. She reached over and slipped her hand onto Jack's muscled thigh. Furthermore, she sighed happily Jack had said he still loved her. Whatever she needed to do to save her marriage she was ready, NOTHING was more important to her than Jack. When he pulled into their driveway, and nearly slid across the hood of the car to get to her door and open it for her, she knew the Jack that she had fallen in love with was still inside him. As she took his hand and stood she softly said, "I forgot who I was. I let stuff get in the way. But I'm STILL Lizzie.still YOUR Lizzie.that's really ALL I want...to be yours and you to love me." she leaned her head on his shoulder as she allowed him to lead her into their home. Whatever he thought would help...she was willing to at least listen. Smiling, he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close as they headed inside. "I'm just as guilty as you are. I let work and other things take over. But I want you to know, in case you've been worrying, not once have I ever in any way cheated on you. I admit, I've looked at other women, briefly. I'm a guy, I can't help it. But I've never tried to compare any of them to you, there'd be no point. I already have the best woman in the world as my wife, and no one else comes close." Leading her over to the computer, he sat down and pulled her down to straddle one of his legs, her back against his chest. "I think we both agree, that we need to work on our marriage. I don't think we're anywhere close to the threat of a divorce, but it's obvious we've let things come between us. Thankfully, I've found something online, that I think is just what we need. It's called the Marriage Revival Game." Turning on the monitor, he pulled up the site, letting her get a good at it for herself. Liz looked at the screen. She wasn't sure WHAT to think. She read the description quickly. It seemed like it could be fun.but depending upon what he wanted.maybe a little frightening, "Can you explain it to me?...I'm not sure if I understand." her eyes zeroed in on one suggestion, "You want another woman in our bed?" "What? No, no! Well, maybe, if you were into that." Jack's cheeks flushed a little as he admitted that. "I mean, what guy doesn't fantasize about sharing his wife or girlfriend with another woman? But it's only fantasizing. But that's not what this is about. The Marriage Revival game is about helping couples reconnect, using their fantasies. The rules are really simple." He scrolled down to where the rules were put. "Basically, we'll each write down a number of fantasies we've ever wanted to try, or ones we've tried in the past, and want to try again. We should pick things that would help us push our limits with each other, without making each other uncomfortable. After we're finished writing them down, we put them in a hat, or box, or whatever, and take turns drawing a fantasy to be played out that night. After finishing up, we'll then spend time talking; about the fantasy, about how our day went, about anything. We just have to talk, to help us reconnect." She sighed with relief, "oh.okay.yeah I guess that's normal right?.. Fantasies, huh? Like.anything?" Liz flushed as she thought about it. "You really think this will help? I mean...its SOUNDS like it would. If something really freaks me out I don't HAVE to say yes right?" She turned to face him over her shoulder and took his face in her hands, "The talking.the reconnecting sounds wonderful.and.there ARE things I'd like to try that I've been too embarrassed to ask. Yes. Yes Jack. I want to try. I want to make our Marriage stronger." she kissed him, then licked her lips as she pulled back. "How do we start?" "Well, anything legal. I don't think we need to do anything that breaks the law to try and fix our marriage. And of course you don't have to say yes. I want you to test your limits, just as I will my own, but if there is anything that you absolutely won't do, then don't write it down. And if I did, and it's drawn, then speak up, and we can pick another. I don't want to do anything that'll hurt you or make you uncomfortable." He kissed her softly, nipping at her lips. "And don't worry, whatever you put down, no matter how embarrassing it might be for you, I'll never laugh at you for it, or say it's stupid." She looked at him, a soft smirk on her lips, "SURE...you say that now." she looked at the screen again. "Okay.anything legal I can handle." she stopped and pressed her thumbnail to her teeth, something she always did when she was problem-solving. "I. I think I could come up with some things.and. Itrustyou Jack. I. IknowI love you Jack, but until today. I was worried you had fallen out of love with me. But then,when you came to Jodi's and Saw the look in your eye. I felt like I did when we first met. I want to hold onto this feeling. SO.let's get some paper. Before I chicken out. I DO have a few ideas.things that sounded.exciting in Cosmo. And a few things I saw in movies.stuff like that. I just hope you don't think I'm TOO kinky." She turned and kissed him fully, passion back in her kiss. She pulled back a sexy smile on her face, "And. I confess, I WANT to give you every man's fantasy. I want to BE your fantasy. Just like you are mine." She blushed a little just like she did that day on the plane. Looking down at her, Jack reached up to cup her cheek, stroking it gently, caressing her skin. "Oh baby, I could never fall out of love with you. Even if you stopped loving me, and left me, I don't think I could stop loving you." Reaching over to the printer, he pulled out a couple sheets of paper, and grabbed some pens from the cup resting on the desk. He handed one of the sheets and pens to her, then grabbed a clipboard for him to use, not wanting her to move an inch away from his lap. Turning her so that she was facing the desk, able to use it to write on, he leaned in and nipped at the back of her neck." Liz, baby, you already are my fantasy. Knowing I'm able to wake up to you each morning, able to reach over and touch you, is enough." Looking down at his sheet, he began to write, making sure to hold the clipboard up so that she couldn't sneak peeks. Liz took the paper and pen and started writing things out. She wasshockedat herself. Once she put the first idea on paper, they all started flooding out. She quickly had a half dozen ideas, some that sounded fun and easy. Others that she thought might push her own boundaries. Every once in a while she'd steal a glance at Jack. Would he be shocked at her? Disgusted? Or would he be turned on? Would he be delighted that she DID want to explore her, not exactly normal, kinky side? She stole a kiss "Okay Jackie. IthinkI have a start here." As they each worked on their lists, Jack would occasionally lean in to nibble on her shoulder. As he did, he found it would be easy to look over and spy on her list, but he refrained from doing so, wanting to be surprised by what she wrote. They'd have plenty of time to share in the coming days. When she spoke up, he looked over his own list. He had a decent list, and he hoped she wouldn't be too weirded out by any of his choices. Smiling, he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Good girl. Now, tear your list up into individual ideas, and fold them up so we can't see what they say. I'll do the same, and we'll put it in....." Looking around, he found one of his caps and flipped it over. ".this'll do. We'll put them in this, and take turns drawing." She actually giggled, This felt naughty and exciting. She quickly did as he said. Her eyes sparkling with anticipation." Well, who goes first? When do we start?" she was blushing even more, happy that her husband still loved her. Chuckling at her eagerness, he tore up his own list and added it to the hat, giving it a shake and toss to mix up the papers. "You're really excited about this, aren't you? Well, I can go ahead and start if you want. As for when, well, we can start tonight if you want. Or, we can hold off and start tomorrow. I'd be good for either, really." Lifting her up, he turned her around so that she was straddling his lap, facing him, his hands roaming over her back and sliding down to squeeze her ass. Her hands entwined in his hair, "Well... I'd kinda like both.see The Game. I want to build that up you know.let us both get riled up over what might happen. BUT..." she stopped and kissed him, "today at Jodi's...that was.wonderful.why don't we try to reconnect a little just as US...you and me.before the game.but yeah.tomorrow you pick first...you found the game, so you start us off.how does that sound?" Nipping at her lips, he smiled down at her as his hands rubbed her back. "To be honest, I surprised myself earlier, doing that. But seeing you there, wearing just a towel, looking so vulnerable. It got my blood boiling, my desire for you burning. I didn't care where we were, or when Jodi was supposed to be back. I wanted you then and there, and I didn't think anything would have been able to stop me." Dragging his fingers down her spine, his other hand moved up to play with her hair. "That sounds just fine to me. I think tonight can be spent talking, and playtime can start tomorrow." She sighed at the soft gentle stroking. Her head pressing into his hand. "Yes...yes I'd like that very much... I want us to be US again.ya know? We used to be.so.IN love. Iwantthat again. I want to be SURE you love me. Like I love you...we just...let life get in the way you know?" She turned her face to kiss his hand. A dreamy look crossed her face, "Remember how it used to be? Remember our "accidental" first trip together? I was a Stormtrooper...running you all over central Florida.and you never complained...hell you even rented that convertible when I said I hated the bus system to Universal and Sea World.it was a HOT car...and an even Hotter driver!" she leaned in and kissed him. "You wanted to make me smile...and you did. So much that I didn't want to THINK about ever going home.not without you. That day in Epcot...drinking around the world, we didn't even make it half way" she stopped and giggled remembering how sloshed they both were.".then that last night." she whispered, still amazed by what he did, "That dinner you arranged at the Victoria and Albert's. I think THAT was the moment I realized I was falling in love with you. NO one had ever gone to that much trouble to make me happy. It was the ONE place I had never been able to get into too.and YOU made it happen.that night.the fireworks...the beach. It was magical. I think That's why I wanted to stay at The Grand Floridian for our honeymoon...it felt like OURS...because of you... I know I haven't said this much recently ...but YOU make me happy.you make me feel like I'm a princess.and one magical day. I found my prince.or he found me." "Baby, Idolize you, and I'm willing to do what I have to prove it to you." His fingers lightly ran over her scalp, nails dragging along." Honestly, I didn't mind at all having you drag me around. After all, I managed to convince you to allow a complete stranger to accompany you on your vacation, so the least I could do was let you follow your schedule. If I hadn't, we probably would have just wandered through the parks, and missed a lot of things. He, and I'm glad you liked the car. I thought you might try to assume I was overcompensating for something. And with such a beautiful companion by my side, how could I not want to drive in style? Even then, I felt you deserved the best, and I still do now." Pulling her close, snuggling, he tucked her head beneath his chin; an easy feat thanks to their height difference. "Ah yes, that night. To tell you the truth, it was nothing but luck that landed us a table there. It was when were doing some separate wandering. I happened to run into an old friend from school, who just so happened to work in the kitchen of the Victoria and Albert's. It's thinks to him and some string-pulling of his that got us through the doors. And that's why I was a little late in meeting back up with you, I was doing some catching up." Turning his head, he nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head." You make me happy as well, Liz. Spending all that time together, going from park to park, I knew I had made the right choice when I decided to take a chance with you. You're my princess, my queen, and if I can spend the rest of my life making you happy, then that's what I'm going to do." Liz snuggled closer to Jack, his cheek on her head felt so comforting. "I don't care HOW you arranged it. The fact is you did. You treated me like royalty that whole time.and that night...on the beach... I was SO afraid I was never going to see you again. I didn't want to go home, not having shown you how I felt. I guess now that I look back on it.a was more adventurous than than now.but THAT is going to change. Jackson Bennet Wallace...prepared you just may have awakened the sleeping tiger." she moved to kiss him and purred into the kiss as she pressed her lips to his, and her body against his. "Awoken a sleeping tigress, hmm? I think I can deal with that." Eagerly returning her kiss, flicking his tongue against her lips, his hands slid down her back, rubbing it gently, before moving to her sides. "And that's what this game is for, to help us be adventurous again, to explore our desires with each other. Smiling down at her, he began to slide his hands up and down her sides, fingers digging in, tickling her. Lizzie squealed. Half in outrage, half in pleasure. It never failed to amaze her. She WASN'T Ticklish!!! Hadn't been since she was quite small. She used to be the one that tickled everyone, and none of her victims could get back at her, becauseshe wasn't ticklish. Not for Anyone!!UNTIL Jackson. Jackie tried to gently tease and tickle her on that first accidental vacation. That was when she knew there was something different about him. Lizzie squealed and squirmed on his lap, she knew very quickly she would feel his arousal grow. And Liz HAD to admit she is GOT to her. It would always start this way, her swatting at his hands and squirming to "try" so get away from him. Then soon he'd have both her wrists in his hand. Lizzie couldn't help but get MORE than a bit turned on, she could FEEL her body begin to ready itself for him. They BOTH knew it would get her WET. "JA- JA- Jackie?!! You know...what this DOES to me... You KNOW whey- what it makes me DO!" He had to laugh as she squealed. It had been a while since they had done this; too long in his opinion. He loved knowing that he was the only one who could affect her like this, the only one who could make her squirm. And as she squirmed, grinding her ass against his crotch, he could feel it affecting him as well. His cock stiffened and swelled beneath her, pressing against her, tenting his pants. He knew it wouldn't take long for their fun to move to the bedroom, to their bed. Grabbing hold of her swatting hands, he pulled them around behind her back, taking hold of her wrists and holding them both in one hand. The other moved under her shirt and resumed tickling her, moving along her belly and sides, occasionally flicking over her breasts, teasing them. "Oh? What are you talking about babe? I'm just tickling you, I have ennui idea what it might do to you." Looking down at her, he smirked. Lizzie's squeals soon turned into soft panting then, slight moans, she felt Jack's cock growing, and then tenting under her."jaaaaackkiieee Baaaaaabe. You Know...it... Get's to me." By now her panties were soaked, her slit slick and hot, she was Clearly turned on. "Jack... Jackie...pl- please?" Keeping a firm grip on her wrists, keeping her trapped, his hand slid down, unsnapping her pants and dipping inside. He could feel the heat coming from her pussy, her panties soaked through, and a smirk appeared. "Mmm, my, but you are wet, aren't you? And all this just from a little tickling? Such a naughty little thing." His fingers slid over her panties, stroking her pussy, teasing it. "Please what, baby? You have to tell me what you want. Do you want me to make love to you? To be soft, and gentle with you? Or do you need me tofuckyou, to push you down and have my way with you? Tell me what you want, I won't give it to you otherwise." She sighed a bit leaning against his shoulder. "Oh... Jackie.please." she said with a dreamy look in her eye. "Please. I want you to make love to me...with me. Make me feel like your princess again. Even-" she blushed and bit her lip, ".even if that means I have to lay there and let you'wake me up'" she blushed deeper, referring to an old game they first played accidentally there first year together." Remember?.. I lay on the bed, as still as I can.like I am some princess.and you my Sweet Prince.you have to'wake me up'.and then I am SO grateful and relived that you saved me." Listening to her talk about their old game, Jack smirked down at her. "Hmm, it has been a while since I've had to wake my Princess from her slumber." His fingers continued to stroke her for a few moments, and then withdrew. Keeping a firm grip on her wrists, keeping her trapped, he lifted his hand, letting her watch, and he licked her essence from each of his fingers. "Mmm, but I suppose if we want to play that again, my Princess needs to go get ready." Smiling, he leaned in to kiss her briefly, releasing her wrists. "Go on then Princess, go get ready for your Prince to come wake you." Lizzie ran into their bedroom, excited that they were trying to reconnect again. She stripped ran into the bath and spritzed on some of Jack favorite perfume. She brushed her hair bit to get it soft and shining. She ran to their bed and laid down draping a sheet over her naked body. She knew how eagerly she was waiting for him, her body already responding to just the THOUGHT of him finding her and "waking" her. Jack could be VERY gentle with her. This game he always made her feel cherished and adored. She laid there, desire welling up within her and her juices already flowing, as she waited for her prince to come. Chuckling at how eager she was to play their game again, he waited a spell for her to get ready. He shut down the computer, and moved about the rest of the house, turning off lights, and locking the doors. Once the house was secure for the night, and he felt she had had enough time, only then did he make his way to the bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he smiled as he spotted Lizzie lying on the bed, eyes closed, pretending to be in a magical sleep." Fear not, my Princess, for your Prince is here to break your curse, and make you his." Kicking off his shoes, he padded his way quietly to the bed, sitting gently on the edge. A hand reached up to cup her cheek, caressing it. "Oh my, the curse has made your body so cold. But don't worry, I know ways to warm your flesh." Noticing that she was naked beneath the thin sheet, and aroused, her nipples jutting through it, he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers in a soft kiss, before deepening it. His tongue stroked and teased her lips before pushing between them, and his hand slid from her cheek down her body, fingertips just barely dragging over the sheet, caressing her. Lizzie lay there waiting for Jack to come into their bedroom. She was cold. She needed Jack's touch. As his words filled her ears she tried not to react the way her body and heart wanted to. Her heart swelled with love and anticipation. Sheachedfor her Jackie. As he leaned over her and his lips took hers she fought not to kiss back as eagerly as she wanted to. His tongue enticed her to respond and welcome him, it was all she could do not to answer back with her tongue's own caress. His hand sliding down her body she her blood on fire. Her body already beginning to ready itself for his entry. In her mind she thought,'Yes My prince...awaken me...take me as your prize...but not TOO quickly...' His tongue probed and explored her mouth, tasting her, flicking her own unresponsive tongue about. As he kissed her, his hands continued to move over her body, slowly easing the sheet down to expose her to him. His hands moved back up, fingers lightly dragging over her skin, and he broke the kiss to move to her ear. "My poor princess, your body is so cold. But don't worry, I know the best way to warm it." Pulling away and standing up, Jake looked down at her as he stripped. He didn't move too fast, or too slow; if Lizzie was watching through cracked eyelids, he wanted to give her something to enjoy. His clothes in a pile on the floor, he climbed back onto the bed, sliding over her. Leaning in, his body nestled against hers without crushing her, his mouth moving to her ear. "Can you feel it, my princess? Can you feel my body against yours? My heat seeping into you?"

The Marriage Revival Game Tonalberry and Dark Rhain|rating:4.0

Code 10-31 [🐾Unbreakable x Khoraz]

(say that this was the first time the police wanted him arrested that week would have been an understatement. To say that it was the first time that day would have been a lie too. Ever since he had made it back Stateside after being six years MIA from the Army, the Chicago PD had been hunting him for one reason or another. Today, it was for a Hellfire blast that been underestimated. It had instantly broiled the bricks of the alleyway, evaporated the heavy snowfall, and pealed the paint of the unfortunate pickup that was sitting just outside it. With any luck, he would continue to be hunted and not caught. Alastair Kai Wallace jumped across the vehicle he had just burned and into the slush splattered streets. Within a few strides through the nearly frozen water, he felt his boots start to soak in the water and worsen the mood he was in. Already he could hear the police sirens close to him and assumed they had already been nearby on patrol when the 911 calls had begun to flood in. Now he wasn't as sure that he had enough room to break free of the police this time. Not on foot. He hurtled another parked car and glanced over his shoulder to see a squad car already rounding the corner. "Fuck me! I don't have time for this..." In mid-stride he patted his body for a teleportation potion or invisibility charm, but he had already spent both. There hadn't been a chance for him to do any more spell work or preparation of spells with the police and mutants always pining for him. There weren't many mutants opened to the other realms as he had been. Only one other mutant had let themselves be known to him in all of Chicago, and they didn't like him. His unjust reputation for killing his best friend had severed any alliances he might have called upon for help. A police bullhorn cut through his thoughts just as he had nearly reached the park. "Get on the ground! Get on the ground now, mutant! We are authorized to use deadly force!" He spun on the heel of his combat boot with fingers spread towards the pair of policemen aiming for his chest. The conjuring words barely reached the back of his throat when another squad car smacked firmly into his thigh, knocking him to the ground in the slush. He squinted at the blindingly white sky with a snarl as the pain of hitting his head on the concrete began immediately. Carefully he felt his leg for anything broken, but it barely stung. He liked to think they knocked into him on accident after hitting black ice. Would be a first of his to accidentally be hit with a squad car." Hands where we can see them, mutant!" Alastair squinted his eyes tightly shut and raised his closed fists in surrender. "I'm done. I'm done," he repeated between clenched teeth until he felt the cuffs slapped around his wrists. The police hauled him up by the back of his flight jacket to his feet. At least one issued handgun was pressed into the small of his back as he was walked the short distance to the car and pushed in. Even then they eyed him as if he was going to evaporate out of his handcuffs. The mutant wished desperately that he was of that kind of skill. Alastair sat in the back of the car quietly instead, scrunching his nose at the scent of burnt coffee and the fast-food lunch the pair of cops had shortly before arresting him. He again hoped it was that making his stomach churn and not the act of hitting his skull on the concrete. Just under fifteen minutes later, he was being walked in through a side door and started in processing. They took every piece of jewelry off him for "safekeeping" and as well as the large knife he held in a forearm sheath under his long sleeve shirt. They took his fingerprints, picture, and then drug him through the precinct to the interrogation room. He hadn't seen the inside of one since the leader of Nightingale was killed, and he was suspected of it. That had been almost six months ago. If he had his way, the one-way mirror and gray walls would have remained in his memory instead of assaulting his eyes as he was cuffed to a metal table." Can I have some Advil or an ice pack from when you hit me with your car," he snarled at the leaving officer? He raised his middle fingers at them before he settled into the uncomfortable chair the best he could. "Can you at least have someone in here before nightfall! I don't want to be walking home in the darkness alone! Chicago is fucking'dangerous at night." "How long are you planning on leaving him in there?"" Long as it takes for that prick to calm down.""... Sir, do you think he's going to just settle down on his own in there? Keats ran him over, he's going to have some injuries, and besides-""He stays in there 'till I say so. Now do your damn job, Layton!""... Yes sir."(let out a long sigh once he was sure the chief was out of earshot, running a hand through already-mussed dark hair as he turned on his heel to return to his work station. The chase had been an absolute mess from start to finish; first responders had rushed in without stopping to think about what they were dealing with, what the potential damage could be from a mutant with his back to the wall. Explosions, thunder and lightning, monsters, fire, earthquakes... the list of possibilities was almost endless, and it was up to detectives like Charlie to figure out how to manage them all. It was an impossible task at the best of times. His lips thinned as he scanned over the paperwork in front of him, inwardly cringing at the amount of money it would cost to make the city right again. Several blocks were damaged, and civilian casualties were trickling in from hospital reports. It was always the same. Complete chaos, and no one seemed interested in trying to keep even a vague sense of order anymore. Most members of the force viewed mutants as criminals by default - guilty until proven innocent." What a mess..." He muttered to himself, signing off on several immediate priorities before a distant shout was heard from the direction of interview rooms. Charlie furrowed his brow and glanced towards the two officers strolling through the lobby. "Did you finish processing?" He called out." Psh, let him squirm a little bit. Captain's orders." This was exactly the sort of thing that caused problems. What if the mutant's powers were linked to stress? There could be a pressurizing nuclear bomb in that room and all anyone could think of was poking the damn thing. He huffed and straightened up, gathering his nerve before heading up to the Captain's office. He knocked and entered after the gruff reply. "Sir, I know you said that you want to leave him in for a little while... but what if he causes another accident?"" Damnit, Layton you're a detective, not a mutant-nanny."" No sir, but we know that many mutants can react badly under stress, and since he's already been... well, run over by a car, I don't think it's a good idea to push it." There was a long pause as the Captain eyed Charlie from dark gray eyes, the bristles of his thick mustache twitching as if to show his irritation. "Alright, Layton. You're so worried about him? You can take his case. Be his full-time nanny while we straighten this out."" Wh-What?" Charlie blinked quickly. "My caseload is already-""Perfect!" The Captain spoke over him, waving a hand towards the door. "I'll give you clearance. You'll have full responsibility for him, just like you want."" I... Yes sir." Charlie left the office, shoulders sagging. This wasn't the first time his sense of responsibility heaped more work onto his lap, and he knew it would do him no good to complain. Coffee would help. He made himself a cup at the station - black, two sugars - along with a plastic cup of water. Once he'd retrieved the paperwork from his desk, he made his way to the interview rooms. Only one was occupied, and he took a moment to steady himself before somewhat awkwardly using his hip to push open the door, letting it swing heavily shut behind him. "Mr. Wallace." He breathed out, placing the drinks and files on the table - the water he placed close enough for the other man to take. "I'm Detective Layton, I need to clear up a few things about what happened tonight before deciding on what happens next..." He flicked open the file, pausing on a page with several officer reports on the incident." You caused a series of explosions tonight, correct? You're building up quite a repertoire... Still, I want to hear it from you. What happened tonight?" He rested his elbows on the table, comfortably steepling his fingers to lean his chin on them in a relaxed and - hopefully - nonthreatening position. Though unwillingly titled "Wizard of Chicago" and "Warlock Wallace, Alistair never failed to live up to those titles. Just like the fictional and real magic users before him, he used his skill and powers to benefit himself. Now he sat quietly for a moment in the interrogation room, listening. Reaching his senses beyond the limits of most mortals - a gift most thought was a physical mutation but just a creative way he used his magic. A near-silent chant crossed his tongue over and over until he could easily hear beyond the walls of the room. There he heard no one. Not even a heartbeat. He closed his eyes and let the effort leave his body in a quiet breeze then turned his attention to his restraints. The man had become well accustomed to the cuffs the police enjoyed slapping around his wrist long before he started learning how to use his powers. He had toyed with them as a party trick when he was a younger kid but only used the cheap cuffs that were sold by Halloween stores or the pair he found in his college-aged sister's room. Then put that skill to use when he was a bored juvenile raising hell - though the real cuffs were much harder to navigate his way out of. Now, with his gifts under his full control, they were just an attempted hindrance from the department. A gift for him to toy with later in his spare time." I could have a broken bone and not one of you bastards care! Not even for an instant! Thatis the police brutality everyone is getting bent up about these days. You just don't care!" He snapped his fingers, creating a much smaller hellfire explosion than he released in the alleyway. The rune tattooed to the inside of his middle finger barely glowed before the cuffs had started melting away the keyway. In less than five seconds he had burned completely through one side. He repeated the process on the other side and wretched both hands free of the cuffs now. With an amused smirk, he watched them smolder on the table in front of him and tucked his hands into his armpits beneath his jacket, waiting. Not five minutes later, a man came into the room to speak to him. He seemed well-groomed, professionally friendly, and genuinely interested in him - or at least his case. He rubbed at his own stubble as he noted the man was entirely clean-shaven. Either he was a rookie or he had been one of the few to rigorously hold on to some kind of classic professional look. Whatever the reasoning, it was nicer to look at than the officers that arrested him. He almost smiled at such a little display of hospitality that the cup of water for him served. Detective Layton was doing a much better job. Alistair grabbed the water around the rim and downed it before he had been finished asking questions. He returned the plastic cup to the table then pushed the melted handcuffs towards the detective. "Thank you for the water, Detective Layton. Please return those to the asshole who hit me with his car." He took a moment to stretch his shoulders and back out then leaned forward to look at collected reports the police took that night. Carefully he read through all of them with his head resting in his hand then sighed when he had read the last sentence. "Detective Layton... I'm sure you know it isn't hard to build up a reputation as a mutant. You only have a few thousand mutants in the surrounding areas, all with their own abilities, and several who have explosive type powers. You've got telekinetic, pyrotechnic, I've seen some who genuinely make just explosions. Furthermore, you also have good ol' humans who like to make explosives. Who's to say that I actually did any of this, and they just find a stray guy at the scene? Do you even have any pictures of me there or of me causing these explosions? Do you even have my powers on file to argue that it was me? I heard some of your officers calling me a magician and the papers have all kinds of names for me along that line, but if I were a magician, wouldn't I have just teleported out of the squad car or let the one that hit me phase through me? Wouldn't areal magician curse anyone who harassed them," he questioned with a mischievous smirk on his face in a challenge towards the young detective. He knew he was guilty but truly wasn't sure to what degree the detective would try to pin him at. He wasn't going to start spewing confessions they might not even know about. Plus, he wasn't going to let the handsome man just walk all over him. That wasn't his style. Charlie was used to seeing handcuffs effortlessly removed by mutant prisoners. It was enough to make him wonder why the arresting officers even bothered; probably for their own sense of security more than anything else. At least he felt relatively safe in the precinct. Starting a fight inside was test amount to throwing your life away., and besides, Mr. Wallace hadn't made any more trouble for himself since coming into the building. Shouting aside." I'll be sure to do that." He took the melted mess of metal and placed it to the side, suppressing a small chuckle at the mental image of Officer Keats' face. Maybe he really should return them, it wasn't as if he had any friendships to salvage at the precinct. Regardless, he was getting off-topic." I can get more water if you start being straight with me." He tilted his head slightly, waiting for the other man to look over the files before the confrontation began. He was expecting some push-back; no mutant would roll over and accept a guilty confession without a clear line of argument. Relationships with the police were strained at the best of times - and these were not the best times."Bear in mind that witness statements are still coming in, we're getting a clearer picture by the moment. We're also getting CCTV footage from the various businesses you ran past. As for what we ran right now..." Charlie clicked his tongue and nodded. "We have dossiers on seventeen mutants in the area with the capabilities of making these explosions. Of those, two have reptilian features which weren't reported... six are out of the city, four require a flame to already be lit of which there was none... That leaves five, including you." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "And those other four are women... Please, Mr. Wallace, you don't want to be here any more than I do. Either you tell me it was you, or we both have to wait until the footage and statements come through." He lifted his hands in a mock-surrender motion. "It's up to you." The obvious statement of them not having anything on him made Alistair smile broader with a gesture that read nothing but a bravado filled, "told you so". Few witnesses didn't mean anything. As Charlie had started working down the list of possible suspects on the mutant side, he licked his lips before his smirk was smothered into a flat line on his face. Each number that was ticked off made that dismissive look falter bit by bit into another smirk he just couldn't keep down this time. Poker faces were not his strong suit. He still tried to play the game and scoffed. "At least you're being paid to be here, Detective Layton." A moment of calculating was needed as he tried to figure his way out of the situation. He stared down the detective quietly from his seat, chewing on his inner cheek. One by one he checked off his own options, starting with vanishing the hell out of there. It wasn't a guaranteed way out as he was still far from mastering the chaos that was his true mutation, and it was quite possible he tired himself out and ended up standing just outside the interrogation room. He could lie through his teeth, but he was a trash liar. Even the guy that hit him could see he was worthless at that. There weren't any charms in his possession so manipulating the detective outright to let him out was outside his skill - at least if he didn't want to turn the man's mind to mush on accident. Physical power could get him out of there but without his charms, he wouldn't be able to protect himself from any bullets that came his way. The fact they took his "jewelry" limited him more than the handcuffs could have." Alright, shooting straight here, best I can anyway," he relented with a shrug. He clasped his hands in front of himself to keep from fidgeting, transferring that to his bouncing leg, and let out a slow sigh. "I didn't create any explosions near where I was arrested. There was a particularly unfriendly creature that was harassing the local shops of that area. A good ol' bitch of a mutant who thought that since his powers woke up, he could do whatever he wanted to the locals who weren't giving him his 'dues'. A guy who watchedwaytoo many mobster movies as a kid, okay?" Anyways, this little fucker comes charging at me, spikes out, fangs out. I tried to keep him back from the road and in the alleyway so he wouldn't attack anyone else but me and... a fireball got out of hand. It wasn't an intentional explosion, but I've had..." Alistair paused to count out across his fingers for a moment then went back through a second time to double-check. He came back with a sigh and grumbled, "Thirteen months to get a hold of this. Not a long time compared to most mutants! Believe it or not, Detective Layton, hellfireis not as controllable or mindless as mortal fire. It's a little more... angry. It didn't work as precisely as my work on these handcuffs. There was no 'explosion'. It was a mutant picking a fight, and he met the wrong guy in an alleyway." Alistair mimicked Charlie's mock-surrender motion and kept his hands out for the other to cuff him again. It wasn't that the mutant was certain what he had done was a chargeable offense but more so to see if the detective was really interested in getting to the bottom of the case or just arrest the first m-word that showed up. He wasn't overly confident that the detective would try to get to the bottom of the case, but he seemed professional enough. If his appearance could be properly be decoded by him, that was. He felt a headache coming on; a nagging whine against his brow that made his left eye twitch slightly. It had been a long day, but given the aggravated state of the mutant in front of him, it wasn't going to get any easier. Not that he could blame Alistair for throwing his defenses up; most of his fellow officers were too heavy-handed and full of bravado to ever use diplomacy. As made evident by the fact that the mutant had been run over with a car. That would be something else for Charlie to clean up, no doubt." Not paid enough." He muttered at the first quip, briefly casting his eyes towards the ceiling in a brief prayer that Alistair wasn't about to insist on a petty back-and-forth. He wanted to go home. When silence stretched between them for those few moments, Charlie looked more closely at the mutant in front of him. Fidgety, flighty, no doubt weighing up the options of blowing his way out of the interrogation in some spectacular fashion. Charlie was good at reading people, though, and he wasfairlysure Alistair wasn't going to blow his head off. Shooting straight, the mutant said, and Charlie paid more attention. He felt the quick movement of Alistair's leg underneath the table - nervous? - and he took the time to scribble a few notes in his notepad with a thoughtful sound. "We have had reports of an undocumented mutant threatening workers..." He mused aloud, threading Alistair's story amongst the preexisting tapestry in his head. It did make sense, but that would lead to other problems." This means we have someone on the loose who doesn't care about collateral damage, someone who can stand up to a fireball, with spikes and teeth." He frowned and clicked his tongue. "And that's even before I think about you manipulating... actual Hellfire. Does that mean I have to be Christian now?" He couldn't help but let out a tired chuckle, then he leaned forwards the slip the cuffs on - less tight than before." Listen, I'm going to talk to the Captain, put your side forward, and we'll decide what to do with you then. We both know you could probably pull some magic to escape, but I'm hoping that you're not the kind of guy to screw me over like that. So... please justbehavefor a while?" He paused to ensure his words sunk in, then stood up. He walked to Alistair's back and urged him to stand as well. "I'm going to put you in the holding cell. Less boring that staring at the wall in here, just don't antagonize anyone, okay?" He guided the mutant out the room, one hand on Alistair's shoulder. Hopefully showing some good behavior to make the Captain see reason. They both received suspicious glances as they strode across the main lobby, but Charlie ignored them until he had used his set of keys to open the large holding cell at the edge of the room. "I'll be quick as I can. Like I said, I'm not getting paid enough for this." With a wry smile, he locked the door and made his way back to the Captain's office. "The other guy didn't withstand the attack, he dodged it. No one can survive a blast that big unless they are also a manipulator of that flame specifically. That's what makes it so nasty and hard to hold onto. You would have better luck standing on Lake Michigan, trying to catch a lightning bolt in a bottle," he quickly corrected. If he was going to put his neck in the guillotine to ensure that a more dangerous, careless mutant was caught, he was going to make sure the document that signed his arrest was going to be documented fully and correctly. Alistair's expression soured at the quip about being Christian though. Though he was someone who could have met those beings if he chose, he never saw anything special about them. They were beings flailing around in the sky the same as humankind was doing on Earth. "I have met gods, Detective Layton. None of them are worthy of man's worship." With the detective's directing, he too stood and walked quietly with him. He wiggled his fingers in the cuffs experimentally. He appreciated how much looser they were placed against his skin this time and knew they were going to be far easier to slip out of. Probably wouldn't even need magic to do it. The bobby pin on the cuff of his jacket was going to do just fine. Asking the magically inclined veteran to behave inside a police precinct was a tall order. The request to not harass anyone in holding was an even bigger order. Last time he was there though, he got along just fine with the held drunkards. Sleight of hand tricks worked wonders in making friends when those in attendance were not fully aware mentally. Out in the spotlight of the precinct made him a touch more nervous. There were no more walls hiding him from any kind of attack the officers could mount against him. They hadn't been exactly hospitable to him despite his best efforts to keep the lower-powered locals safe. No love was lost between vigilantes and officers, that was for sure. Against his more fun judgment, Alistair chose not to flip off the men and possibly make them angrier. The captain hereallywanted to raise the middle finger for. Detective Layton's passive hold on him kept him in check as the Detective made it impossible for even the most jaded mutant like himself to hate him." I will... sit here and wait for your return," he huffed once inside the bars again. "I'll be good." Detective Layton out of sight, he pulled the bobby pin off his cuff and pried the flimsy metal apart with his teeth and thumb. Once the pin was mostly straight, he worked the end into the keyhole to bend the end of it at the proper angle. He settled onto the cot in concentration, feet tucked under himself and wiggled the end of the pin into the hole. It wasn't his best speed, but they clicked lose and the first one fell away from his wrist. The second came quicker. Again he stood to drape the cuffs on his cell wall and slunk back against the brick wall to work the pin back into shape to be hidden amongst his clothes again. The last thing he wanted was the mystery to be solved, and they learn to start checking the hems of his clothing as well as his pockets." H-Hey! You want to undo my cuffs too? I would be grateful!" Alistair tucked his pin away and looked up to the handcuffed man across the way from him. His entire throat and exposed forearms were a massive collection of claw marks from someone's fingernails. The mutant shook his head confidently at the violent man across from him. "Absolutely do not want to. Thank you for the offer though. I have had my practice in for the day." Much as Charlie would have loved to debate the ins and outs of whatever deities Alistair had encountered during his escapades into actual Hell, he had a job to do. He was quick to respond to the correction, holding his tongue between his teeth for those extra few seconds it took to jot down notes, before taking the mutant out to the main holding area. He noticed a subtle tension come to Alistair's shoulders as they emerged out of the more private interrogation area, and frowned slightly in response. Furthermore, he'd thought the mutant would appreciate not being in isolation, but then given the hectic evening... maybe he should have left him? Whatever. It was too late now, and Alistair promised to behave. "Thank you." Charlie replied, genuine gratitude in his tone - and more than a little exhaustion as well. Satisfied, he turned to head up a nearby set of stairs to the Captain's office. His knock was shortly endorsed with a loud grunt from inside, and Charlie stepped inside with a firm clearing of his throat. "Eh? Oh, Layton. Got a confession from that fire-freak?"" No, Sir. Mr. Wallace had a slightly different recollection of the night's events. You see-""And let me guess, you ate up every word - 'cause you're a damn mutant-nanny.""... No, Sir. The story links up with reports earlier in the week about shopkeepers being threatened by an undocumented mutant in the area. One that can move quickly and avoid detection, one that several of our witnesses tonight have seen as well. I think that we have the wrong man here, and that the actual culprit is still out there."" And what about the trail of burnt-out shit that idiot left behind? What're you going to do about that?" The Captain narrowed his eyes and huffed, reaching to light a cigarette from his chest pocket. "If we just let that guy walk out of here, we're going to look worse than incompetent."" But, Sir, Mr. Wallace didn't start the attack-""But he goddamn carried it on!"" Would you rather he just let himself be killed?" There was a long silence, and Charlie frowned. "... You gave me responsibility for the case, so let me solve it." Another silence, then the Captain let out a wry bark of laughter. "Hah! You cocky little... fine. You can take that fire-freak into protective custody. If someone tried to kill him, you'd better take damn good care of him."" What?" Charlie blinked quickly. "I was meaning let me catch the-""It's settled!" The Captain pushed himself up from his chair and draped a heavyset arm over Charlie's shoulders, none-too-subtly guiding him from the room. "I'll send the official documents your way soon, he's in your hands now. I'll be expecting weekly reports. Great? Great."" But, Sir-!" Too late. He'd been effectively ushered from the room and was left staring at the door. "... Shit, why do I always have to..." He trailed off with a low groan. Protective custody indeed. House arrest was more likely; his house. He made his way back down the stairs, looking not at all unlike a kicked puppy, and beckoned Alistair to come to the holding cell door. "... Well, it looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together. You're coming with me for a while... at least until we've got this mess squared away. You're under my protective custody." With a jingle of keys and a click, he opened the door to let Alistair out." Is there anywhere you need to stop by first? Get any clothes or ID or anything?" He managed to stifle a yawn into the back of his hand. "I'll drive us." In the absence of police officers staring at him, he settled into the little cot very comfortably even with the violent asshole across from him jerking on his bars like a jackhammer suffering a stroke. The mutant just rolled over with his back to him, arms folded tightly across his chest, and stared at the textured brick wall in front of him. Now that he was in there, he was kicking himself for the promise. Most people could have broken a promise as soon as they saw fit to do so. Not only was it against Alistair's morality but his abilities too. Every promise broken weakened that connection of magic that he held to the other thing he only knew as the Angel - or he at least hoped that was who agreed to give his soul to. Demon or Angel, they had strict rules on oath breathing. In his fatigue, he had given one to Detective Layton in a childish move of faith. Dress shoes on the stairs made him roll over enough to see who it was coming into the holding area now. He didn't miss the groan he made but missed the first part of what he had said. Obediently, he rolled over onto his feet and walked to the cell door. There was no attempt to put the mutant in cuffs this time, just fatigue and disbelief in the man's eyes. "Protective custody?" Alistar frowned at the question and shook his head. "I'm homeless Detective Layton, what I walked in here with is all I've got. I just need my things back from the guys who processed me in. They had my IDs and my jewelry I would rather not have to set up again," he briefly explained rather than address whatever the hell "protective custody" meant. Tentatively he stepped through the jail door to see if this was a trick. When Detective Layton didn't try to snap it shut on him or call backup, he stood a little easier. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked over the tired man again with some enjoyable internal monologue. Even tired the man was attractive." Where are we going then, Detective? I have never been in protective custody, but it sounds like a sleepover without any of the pillow fights or pizza delivery. Just staring at a wall and looking at pictures occasionally to identify the guy who grabbed me." "Yes... the Captain is of the belief that since you so narrowly escaped a fiery death, you aren't to be left alone for your own safety." It was obvious from Charlie's tone that this wasn't true in the slightest. The Captain just wanted an excuse to get both the mutant and the detective out of his hair; this solution had the added benefit of looking like the old man was actually doing something. Charlie clicked his tongue and nodded, managing to offer a tired smile when Alistair stepped across the holding cell threshold. He had seen that trepidation in the expression of many prisoners. "I'm not going to bite you, you can relax... at least a little bit. You'll have a roof over your head for the foreseeable future, so try to focus on that." Never mind that it washroom being offered. "I'll get your belongings, just a moment." It didn't take long for Charlie to vanish behind the reception desk, fiddling with a few papers and emerging with a small box. "Just make sure everything's in there, then sign here." He gestured to a form attached to the box. "It just confirms that you've received your things, and that you're being released from jail." Once everything was in order, Charlie let out yet another heavy sigh and gestured for Alistair to follow out the front door, grabbing his well-worn brown leather jacket on the way. A few officers gave them suspicious looks - mostly centered on the mutant - but Charlie paid them no mind. As soon as they stepped outside, the young detective reached for a cigarette, pressing it between his teeth and lighting it with the sharp snap of a lighter. "Want one?" He asked, raising a slender brow. He took Alistair to the side of the building where his car (was waiting, complete with chipped black paint and a slightly sad atmosphere lingering around the machine. "Hop on it, and I'll explain more on the way." He slid into the driver's seat and opened the window enough for smoke to drift out of. The engine soon revved to life, purring quietly in the background and making the seats rumble as they drove out into the city night.("So... we're going to my apartment. That's where you'll be staying until we get this mess cleared out. Having a dangerous, undocumented fire-starter out there isn't good for anyone, and since you've already encountered them... you're potentially a target." He stifled a yawn against the back of his hand, alternating between inhaling his cigarette and putting both hands on the wheel. "Apparently I'm the 'mutant nanny' around here, so... if you have any problems or questions, let me know." "Bullshit," the mutant spat. The man might not have known either this captain or detective for long, but he put no eggs into the basket that promised his safety was truly cared for. Something was going on, and he was just needed out of the middle of it. If the captain could do it without forcing him, it would be a victory for the captain. Probably would have been more of a victory if Alistair had been seriously wounded and was dying or dead now. The Chicago Police Department seemed to have become that callused against mutants altogether. "I don't like the idea of being forced around into protective custody, so someone can shirk their responsibilities, Detective. There are better things that I could be doing than under 'protection'. Certainly there are things that you could be doing instead of being forced into having a new roommate." Alistair collected the box of his things and started fishing through it, slipping rings onto his left pinky and middle finger as well as a few sets of bracelets on each arm. His dog tags were returned to their rightful place around his throat and the small notebook he had was returned to his pocket. The comforting buzz of magic against his skin released a deep sigh from the magic user. This was much better. With the paperwork signed, he stayed on Detective Layton's heels on the way out of the building. He pulled his flight jacket around himself tighter and kept his face tucked against his collar. The last thing he needed was to be leaving the police department and kicking off a fight on the way. Whether the observers chose to believe it or not, his personality was to assess first then attack later. Or in response to being shot at. Invoking a fight in the police station was not on his bucket list. The chilly night air scrapped across his bare skin and made him shutter inside his coat. He cocked his own brow at the question. On his own, he couldn't imagine doing it, but the military had him picking up the habit of being a social smoker. Alistair accepted to cigarette with his magic acting as the catalyst to ignite the end of the cigarette. He drew a deep breath that raked his lungs and throat. Grimacing, he rounded the car and sunk down into the pitiful thing's passenger seat. Detective Layton either did not earn a decent amount from the police department, or he was spending his luxuries elsewhere because the money wasnotgoing back into the car. Said the man who was completely homeless and hadn't driven any vehicles since he was in a war zone." I can keep my own skull on my neck so long the police department doesn't attempt to murder me in the process," Alistair grumbled before taking another deep drag of the smoke. As a secondary thought, he buckled himself in and made sure the window was cracked before blowing out the window. He snickered to himself as he thought up a joke in an attempt to break the unfamiliarity in the air and get some questions answered. "'Mutant Nanny' seems to be a bit below your pay grade, Detective... The misses okay with you bringing home another man to ruin any romantic atmosphere? Or is that your kink? Am I being played the sucker here, Detective Layton? I am flattered, but my relationship status is purely homosexual." "The department has to be seen to be doing something when things like this happen - especially when mutants are involved." There was a bitterness to Charlie's tone that let Alistair know that the young detective felt much the same way. It was a waste of time and pointless bluster, but perhaps between the two of them they could make some good come out of the arrangement. "I'm not planning on letting the case drop... I have to listen to the Captain's orders, but he's given this case to me, so I'd like to do something with it. Maybe you can help with that?" He tilted his head, breathing another long line of smoke towards the window. "If you don't want the smoke then don't force it." He added, smiling slightly at the minor difficulty Alistair was having with the cigarette. "Don't give yourself cancer out of politeness, Mr. Wallace." Another yawn, then he let out a chuckle at the pointed joke at his own sorry expense." No missus, I'm afraid. Just me at home... though you could still be sucker you want to." He grinned, finishing off his cigarette and stubbing it out on the central divide between the two seats. "Ah, that was unprofessional of me. I'm too damn tired." The car continued to roll along the city streets without incident. At some point Charlie flicked on the radio to play a backdrop of quiet jazz, adding to the lazy atmosphere in the old car. They travelled for around ten more minutes, then Charlie pulled into an apartment complex. The building was perfectly ordinary; nothing outlandishly pricey, nothing extremely poor. Very middle-of-the-road. Charlie stretched his arms and gestured for Alistair to get out as he himself did, closing and locking the vehicle. "Hope you don't mind a couch to sleep on, it's a really comfy couch though." He said as he stepped into the main building, holding the door open and heading for the elevator. Professional or not, Alistair snickered at the detective's response. He smiled openly and continued to work at his cigarette. "Don't apologize, Detective Layton. I wouldn't have made the joke if I was a delicate daisy." In the soft lullaby of music, he eventually began to doze with his arms tightly crossed upon his chest. The cigarette died from the lack of draws shortly after. Being alone in his mind was satisfying and calming in the only way a moving vehicle could provide him. It was like he was being rocked to sleep by every little pothole and turn in the Chicago highway system. The final slowing of the car brought his brain back out of the abyss and attention to the apartment complex they had stopped at. He eyed the space critically and decided it was more than acceptable to assume he would be safe. Enough." Couch is better than an alleyway," he confirmed in a low voice that betrayed the grogginess of his mind as he stepped out. He closed the door of the car firmly and tucked the spent cigarette into the pocket of his jeans. Just as he had in the department, Alistair stayed on Charlie's heels to the elevator. Outside of it he hesitated and grimaced. Elevators were dodgy things that did not deserve the amount of trust that modern society put in them - at least in the mutant's eyes. One time he had been in a malfunctioning one and that was one time too many. Now the lot of them seemed untrustworthy. Glancing at the panel as he leaned in, he saw it had been at least recently inspected and stepped into the awaiting car. He swallowed hard and fought the urge to yelp as it began moving. His grip tightened on the metal railing, and he closed his eyes with his skin buzzing with magic in preparation for the metal box to fall out of the sky. At the little jump at the top of its track, Alistair grimaced and did not unlatch from the railing until the doors opened. He hopped out of the car eagerly and crossed his arms tightly across his torso. Without a word he waited on Detective Layton and returned to following him along the hallway to the man's apartment. Now he was a little more awake with the adrenaline coursing through him and focused his mind on memorizing the way out or any fire escapes between there and the elevator. The mutant was not planning on fleeing at that moment, but it was never a bad idea to have a safe way out of a building quickly. "Reminds me of being in the barracks," Alistair offered when they stopped outside of Charlie's door. "Very claustrophobic. Very artificial." Alistair was maybe just as tired as he was, Charlie noted. It wasn't a surprise as the evening had bled into early morning, and had been hectic for both of them. They could bond over the shitty events in the morning, with coffee and much-needed sleep. There was no way Charlie was setting an alarm; if the Captain was giving him free region over the case, then he'd work according to his own schedule. Which decidedly did not include mornings. The brief journey in the elevator was a surprise. Charlie hadn't expected the other man to be frightened of the contraption, but it was fairly obvious in the way he tensed and twitched. Alistair couldn't wait for it to be over. "Hey, uh... we can take the stairs from now on." The detective offered as they stepped our, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. "You can just say if you don't want to do something, I'm not that much of an asshole." He grinned sleepily, there being no hint of mockery in his genuine tone. They reached a door - number 306 - and Charlie unlocked the door to let them in. It was a fairly standard place for the city; the door opened to a short hallway, gray carpet and white walls. To the left was an open-plan loving room and kitchen space, which housed the worn, but comfortable-looking brown leather couch in front of a modest television. There was a small balcony to one side that had a lovely view of the nearby alleyway and opposite block. The other side of the apartment held the main bedroom; just a double bed and wardrobe (extremely untidy, but thankfully Alistair wouldn't see that), and the bathroom which held a toilet, sink, and square corner shower." Make yourself at home." Charlie gestured to the living space. "I'll grab some spare bedsheets and a pillow... if you want some food or whatever, then there's the fridge. Just don't burn the place down if you try to cook something." He tilted his head thoughtfully. "I'm really hoping that you won't just leave during the night, that would be bad. So... do I have your word? I'll take you at it." Just outside the door, the mutant remained after Charlie had stepped through. From the hallway, he looked over what he could see immediately and nodded in appreciation for the modest home. It was small and cramped as he expected it to be. However, as a man who liked to sleep in small spaces, it was ideal. All it needed was a few more touches of comfort - preferably in the form of large, plush blankets and a thousand pillows. Thenit would be perfection in Alistair's eyes. The invitation into the detective's personal space had been what he was waiting on. Upon receiving it, he willingly stepped through the threshold, feeling unharmed from the gentle prickles of magic in the apartment. It was weak in comparison to a full home with a family within, but it would have been more than enough to feel like a sucker punch to the weakened man. He worked off his combat boots at the door with the intention of putting them out onto the balcony to air out rather than fill Charlie's apartment with the horrible smell of shoes worn for way too long consecutively. If he wanted to avoid any smell though, his entire self should be out on the balcony. He hadn't a chance to request cleaning himself off when he was hit with a very hard request. Detective Charlie wanted his word that he wasn't going to bolt in the middle of the night. He pursed his lips hard then bit at his lip over the dilemma. The power of giving someone their word for someone like Alistair was probably unknown to the detective and just a habit to request it. If he had been any other mutant, he could have snickered, gave it, and then broke it immediately. Giving a round-about way of promising and assuring something else entirely seemed unlikely to work against him. He was a man who made his living by deducing information. A lie from a tired man would not make it past him. But giving his word would bind him. If he broke it, there were repercussions. In the past, they had been severe enough to cripple him for an extended period. It would take him out of a safe situation and straight back into the custody of the police in jail rather than an apartment with a shower and nice couch. Alistair swallowed hard as he met Charlie's eyes. "I give you my word that I will not leave your company in the middle of the night. If you let me borrow your shower and at least some sweatpants to wear instead of this. Trust me when I say you do not want me sleeping on your couch until I've been no less than power washed." It was certainly true that Charlie assumed his request would be like any other; he knew nothing about the magical energies that interlaced promises or entrances, but even if he had... he still needed Alistair to stay put. He smiled, a little brighter than his tired ones, and nodded when the other man gave his word. "Thanks, I appreciate that... and sure, help yourself to the bathroom. Just down the hallway there." He gestured to the far door." I'll grab some clothes for you as well, though you do have the rugged charm... you could without the smell." He grinned and winked, showing that he was teasing, then made his way into his mess of a bedroom. He huffed, shoving bits and pieces to the side to avoid having to tidy so late. Furthermore, he'd do it later. A quick rummage through his closet and he pulled out a pair of gray jogging bottoms and a black vest, both of which were baggy and light. Comfortable enough for lounging around. Charlie then paused, cleared his throat, and grabbed a pair of socks and boxers. A man's got to have underwear. He opened the bathroom door just a crack, not looking inside as he deposited the clothes on top of the toilet. "ERM, take your time. I'll be in the living room." He wasn't so used to having guests, but it couldn't be too difficult with Alistair's cooperation. When the man did eventually step out, he would find Charlie sat on the couch with a glass of bourbon, the bottle and another glass set on the table. A fluffy white pillow and navy blue bedsheets were also bundled together next to the couch." Feel better?" Charlie would ask, taking a sip of alcohol. With the granted permission from his host, Alistair nodded and headed for the bathroom in almost too great of a rush to catch the playful flirt that came with it. The simple directions lead him directly to his target, and it was a relief to snap that door shut behind him. Deeply he breathed in the privacy of the small quarters. It was several minutes before he could bare to start pulling off the grimy layers he had covered himself in for so long. He had just shrugged out of his jacket when clothes floated in for him and were left on the restroom. "Thanks, detective." Alone, he peeled off the rest of his clothes to be left in a heap on the floor. He had a mind to set them all on fire, but then he would have nothing to wear in the morning. Without burning anything, he stepped under the shower head and turned it on. The cold stung against his skin, but he didn't shy away from it as he tested the knobs to find the one that would allow a hot shower. It was a few wrong attempts before he deeply groaned at the burning hot water blistering his skin. Slowly it stripped the grime from his skin, the oil, the dried blood. His tattoos became clearly visible again as did the voracious scars that came from beast, not of this realm. Worst of it was the black tattoo that marked him from the base of his skill to his tailbone. That was the gift of the One who gave him his powers and was a reminder of his contract every day of his life. It marred him with demonic words, signals, and ritualistic art of a magic spell waiting to be cast upon his death. Alistair hated the runes deeply and was sure not to look at them as he lathered soap across the back of his shoulders. Charlie's soap gave an aromatic relief he wasn't expecting to be basking in so much. Just breathing in the scented soap left him in a trance well into the absence of hot water. In the cold, he ran shampoo through his hair twice until the foam was no longer discolored. It was tedious but worth it to step out of the shower feeling like a new man. He slipped into the clean clothes with a sigh of relief but forwent the boxers after realizing the waistband was too tight. The semi-tight joggers and fitting vest would have to work. He pulled the socks over the bottoms of the joggers and stepped out of the shower, dirty clothes in one hand and fingers pushing his longer hair back out of his face with the other. "Feel like a different person," Alistair softly admitted to the man's question. "The boxers don't fit, so I left them in the bathroom. Kinda tight... Are you going to grill me for more answers or is the bourbon actually for pleasure?" Alistair would find that the soap was apple-scented, if that made any difference at all. It was subtle, but zesty enough to reinvigorate the senses after a shitty day at work - something that Charlie felt he needed far too often recently. The young detective felt a little awkward as he waited, gently swirling his drink and looking down into the Amber liquid with a pensive frown. He wasn't sure how long the Captain intended for him to keep up these living arrangements, but they surely couldn't be long term? Though judging by policing standards, so long as Alistair was directly in the Captain's line of sight he might as well not exist. The whole thing was ridiculous. Charlie sighed and took a sip, at which point he heard movement from down the hall. "You look like a different person, much less like you crawled out of a swamp." He grinned, that residual tiredness lingering in his eyes as he gestures for the glass, leaning forward to pour for Alistair." Thia is just a nightcap. I'm too tired to talk about the case tonight. And, uh, I guess... I'll grab some bigger pants tomorrow." He cleared his throat, then took another sip." You feeling okay after it all?" He added after a moment, unable to help the show of care in spite of his earlier words. "Just wish it could wash away the kind treatment of the other officers," the mutant noted with a snort, rubbing the bruising and road rash he had gotten through his clothes that early afternoon. He located the washing machine and deposited his battered clothes into it. He stretched his stiff muscles, making them stand out sharply from beneath his skin. Almost a year, he had been technically homeless, but his powers took a toll on the spirit, the mental, and the physical. If he let himself either gain too much excess body fat or lose too much muscle mass, he would have been wrecked by the monster that held his soul on a chain before the hellfire he unleashed had a chance to. Body weight workouts and general labor as a trade for meals were more than enough to ensure he was still athletic. Alistair carefully sunk back into the couch - mindful of not breaking it - and accepted the glass of amber alcohol thankfully. He swirled the alcohol in the short glass with a short chuckle over the detective's awkwardness before he knocked it down his throat in two gulps. It burned his throat but felt like raw fire in his belly. He involuntarily shuttered and put the glass down again, rubbing at his bruised jaw with a huff and slow nod about the second question. "This isn't going to be something that breaks me if that's what you're asking, Layton," he told the other man honestly. No attitude, no dismissive jokes; just not sure how well trust the other man with his true wellbeing or how much it would be understood. If he was going to get out of this apartment and back on his own turf, he was going to have to be honest and bare it all - at least that's what he was told in the interrogation room. It might be the slight buzz of alcohol that made him want to continue that attitude more than anything else." My body hurts, I have been scraping the bottom of the magical barrel for months, and now I've been hit by a car, arrested, and essentially on house arrest - not my house though since that'd require for me to have a house. Not as upset with you as I was in the interrogation. You've been nice enough to share your shower, alcohol, and clean clothes; those are things I haven't had since I was discharged from service," he explained more thoroughly. Fidgeting, he toyed with the bracelets he had put back on since the shower. He was not about to sleep unarmed in even the nicest stranger's home." You nervous about having me here? I have a lot of power and the only thing keeping me here is a pinky swear." "ERM, right... yeah... sorry about those guys." Charlie cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure how to deal with the rough treatment Alistair had received from his colleagues. He wasn't arrogant enough to think that one measly apology would make up for it, but he couldn't do much else - other than treating Alistair like an actual human being. Maybe that would go some way to help. "For what it's worth, I did report the... excessive force." Charlie watched as the other man carefully sat down and took his offer of a drink. Slender eyebrows rose when the high-percentage alcohol was gulped down quickly, though given the circumstances he could hardly begrudge Alistair for wanting a bit of sweet numbness. "You can have another if you want... just know your limits, yeah?" He continued to sip, being a terrible lightweight himself. It was a lot to take in when Alistair answered with surprising honesty. Charlie leaned forward and watched him closely, brows furrowed in concentration. The young detective knew next to nothing about magic and could only guess as to how Alistair had been struggling, but from the look of him... things had been damn rough." I won't pretend to have a clue about what you're going through, with all the magic, but..." He struggled his shoulders, feeling a little awkward. "I'm going to do my best to help. It's my job." He smiled as best he could, then cooked his head slightly at Alistair's question." Well... I'm a bit nervous, sure, but I'm banking on you being a decent-enough guy to not blast me in my sleep." He lifted his drink to take another sip. "You've been straight with me so far, so I'm choosing to believe that you're okay." Alistair smirked at the idea of the officers in the metaphorical principal's office, in trouble for roughhousing too hard on the playground. He was at least a little hope they would think twice about doing the same thing again and risk more seriously wounding a more fragile suspect. "I appreciate the gesture of reporting those assholes. Hope it doesn't come back on you, I'm not worth that much of a headache." He took the detective up on his offer and poured himself another glass; hands still steady and careful not to spill on his coffee table. This one he swirled again but took a more delicate sip from the glass. He licked his lips as he looked at the alcohol in his glass, contemplating the sympathy the other man gave him. Alistair would have been foolish to hope for true empathy from a powerless person and grown use to the slight awkward attitude folks had towards him when they learned he could do much more than them. The fear of being vaporized in their sleep, teleported off a cliff, or robbed blind; were all fears that every person he had communicated expressed fear of. Only one man had ever suffered his wrath "unjustly". As the one who had been victimized by the man prior, the mutant had felt pretty just about it. Detective Layton was not the kind of person that deserved such violence." Detective Layton, I will be straight as I can with you, but that's not normally how I swing," he noted with a childish chuckle. He couldn't help himself to make jokes at his sexuality's expense when the other had seemed so nervous about him. Anything that could make this stay more palatable for both of them was going to be on his agenda. The mutant washed the laugh down with another sip of bourbon. "I wouldn't 'blast you in your sleep'. I'm too classy for a simple house fire, thank you very much. If I was going to do anything, I would run, and I already promised not to. I'll stay on the couch like a good boy, let you sleep, and ride with you back to the station as needed. Unless you have plans to hurt me, I have none to hurt you. Despite having the ability to call up 'hellfire'." "Push, headaches are part of the job. Don't worry about it." Charlie grinned and let his eyes drift shut for a few moments, tilting his head back to rest against the back of the creaky sofa. "They are assholes, though. Always somethin' goin' on with them, but the Captain won't get rid of them. Drives me crazy." He sighed and opened his eyes as he heard the quiet pouring of liquid, taking the moment to gulp down the rest of his own drink with a resulting hiss between his teeth. It wouldn't do for him to fall behind in his own home. He poured himself another, and had taken a small sip when Alistair spoke again. Charlie coughed through the brief bubble of laughter that met the other man's terrible joke, and he shook his head once the alcohol was safely down his throat. "God, y-you're terrible at jokes." It had put a smile on his face all the same, and Charlie visibly relaxed where he was seated." Hey, I'm not going to hurt you - I promise. You have powers and I have a gun, doesn't mean we have to use either of 'em." He shrugged, then lifted his free hand to cover up a wide yawn." Mmm... I might need to hit the hay. You have any more questions or... anything?" Charlie cocked his head slightly, watching Alistair with casual curiosity. "I think I'm more hurt that you don't like my jokes than the possible threat of a gun," he snickered and took another drink. He shook his head at the offer for anything else before they before retired for the rest of the night. "No, Detective. I'll be okay out here. We can talk more when you're ready, and I'll stay put until then. Promise." Sensing there wasn't much else to be said, he knocked back his second glass and settled into the couch when he had the full expanse of it. He stretched out with his ankles crossed, squeezing them together until a loud pop sounded, and he let out a loud groan of relief. With a soft chuckle, he nestled back into the couch, feet hanging over the armrest, arms folded across his chest tightly, and chin tucked against his chest. He didn't bother with covering himself with a blanket until after he yawned and second-guessed his first choice. Alistair pulled it down across his long body to snuggle up beneath it. With the aid of alcohol, he didn't remain awake for long and soon was completely oblivious to the life going on outside his mind. Alistair didn't bother moving an inch overnight from where Charlie left him. He was still heavily asleep against the back of the couch when the sun rose. He was still heavily asleep into the early afternoon. Nothing could disturb his first sleep off the street in a year. Even if the detective had decided to attack him, he would not have flinched. Around two in the afternoon, the mutant finally began to move out from under his blankets. He immediately felt hungover from what little he had and stumbled to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he stumbled back into the couch to flop down, face into the cushions. For a moment he laid motionless before he slid his hands under his face to generously rub his eyes and aching temples. "Jesus fuck, what time is it," he groaned into the fabric before attempting to sit up right again. Immediately the blood rushed out of his head and left him woozy. A moment of deep breaths stabilized him enough to think about finding something to eat and drink. "Detective, you up?"

Code 10-31 [🐾Unbreakable x Khoraz]|rating:4.0

Star Trek_ Meeting the Empire (Castor and Kitten Kat)

The U.S.S VALKYRIE A Prometheus Class Starship, It was one of the newer classes that had been built with the help of the Federation's newest Allies. They were a strange race that existed within a new dimension that had been discovered. These creatures were humanoid and looked down right human but had the ability to transcend the physical plane and would become a mist like creature but needed specialized suits to live in earth as their mist forms. Because they were born in pairs, the federation had dubbed them the Gemini. They had come and agreed to help the federation grow stronger as every other race could sense that the federation was growing old. The Son, the Baku, The Dominion. All had smelled the blood in the water and yet right at the best time this new dimension had opened up and had come right when they were needed to help the federation."NCC-1138, USS Valkyrie" Accrual sighed as he tugged on his federation uniform and made sure his uniform was good fitting and looked good. He always had to push hard to be in the federation, ever since the history of his parents were revealed. His parents never showed to him anything about them being Roman sleeper agents, but it all came out when they were killed in a speeder accident. Ever since then there was always a microscope over him making sure he didn't do anything against the federation, yet it still was even a struggle to enlist in the federation and make it through the academy. The years after the conclusion of the Dominion War had changed the Galaxy. Not only had radical, technologies of all kinds been invented and now perfected. Much of what was one highly classified was now trickling downwards into civilian life. Nova was a perfect example of the former. To the contrary, she was also the perfect example of the dark side of secrecy and technology, because although she had almost total human features through and through, she was anything but normal. Originally intended as a prototype program for the creation of next generation of soldier or security officer that would be impervious to Borg assimilation. Needless to say, the end result was very different thanks to the secretive, shadowy, and often highly unethical efforts of Unit 31. In many ways Nova was like a biological cross between 7 of 9 and Data. She was human but like 7 of 9 her body relied upon and was dependent on anaerobes. These were what maintained and services the cybernetic enhancements - integrated within her body much like they Borg did during assimilation. She was stronger, faster, immune to most sicknesses, toxins and had enhanced memory and senses. She was far from invulnerable and in all probability she'd be even more advanced if it weren't for Unit 31 to be absorbed by Star fleet Intelligence. If it hadn't been not only would Nova have continued to be modified, she'd likely be part of a much greater family all with the same attributes. However, since she never knew her real parents, as far as Nova was concerned; she was an orphan. That didn't mean she was alone because while she had a difficult and rough beginning, she'd since made up time. Not only had she excelled in school, military training and Star fleet Academy, more significant to her was the large array of friendships she'd made over the years. That was how she'd found herself on this mission. A close friend with Accrual, he was one of the very few who knew the entirety of her past. That same information was why he'd specifically asked for her help on this assignment. Like everyone else he didn't want conflict or trouble to occur but if it did, she was second to none when it came to combat and somehow making it out of difficult situations. As was her usual routine, Nova had already finished her hour-long workout and sparring routine on the holodeck. She had since returned to her quarters, showered and changed and was about to make her way to the bridge for the daily briefing and schedules. Already on the turbo lift, she took the moment to tie her long black hair back into a neat ponytail and before stepping out on to Deck 1 when the turbo lift stopped. Aside from being friends with Accrual, she had complete access and security clearance which was why she felt totally at home stepping on to the bridge of starships, even if some might regard her merely as a "bodyguard" of sorts. A scornful title she ignored because when things hit the wall, that impression quickly vanished as usually she was the one with the knowledge to fix it. That was why she glanced at the status and tactical screens before moving to the lower deck of the bridge where the Captain and other senior officers controlled the ship." Special Security Intelligence reporting, Sir." Nova begun, moving into a parade rest stance as she reported to the Officer on Deck. While it was a gesture of more official protocol than most were used to. It was simply how Nova started her shift and she thought nothing of it, even as usually she was the only one who observed such protocol. Accrual looked over his data file before he stopped as he heard a familiar voice that he hadn't heard from in quite some time. A voice that he last remembered telling him that even he should try and get himself into star fleet despite everything that was stacked against him." Well hello there, seems like you are going places." He walked over to Nova and smiled bit. "And now out here in front of star fleet's newest ship, built with the top of the line technology and this new Gemini equipment too." He looked back at her and laughed. "Sorry I'm rambling again, it's great to see you again." He was glad to see a friendly face again since the day he went into star fleet it was nothing but glances and suspicious looks that ever greeted him. He knew that the day it was discovered that his parents were actually Roman spies and sleeper agents. It was a normal investigation when the accident happened, but then Section 31 stepped in and when they investigated it was revealed that his parents were actually Roman spies. That they had been placed to act without hostility and get themselves placed in star fleet to learn all they could until a freak accident killed them and uncovered the plot. Since then Accrual was watched with the heaviest level of scrutiny and suspicion. Starfleet was willing to give a chance on Accrual as many of his own writings on engines and propulsion drive had been put into use for the Valkyrie itself, but section 31 were not as willing and wanted someone to watch him. "Thanks!" she responded with a smile before following the Captain back to his seat. While he sat she opted to remain standing, both were looking forward at the view screen. "I'm glad to be working with you," started Nova. "Can you give me more of a briefing on what's going on and what our purpose out here is for? Command was acting more screwy the normal. Something had Star fleet HQ bristling at the seams. Everyone was all business; instantly carrying out orders, etc." she said while shaking her head. "I hadn't seen it like that since the Dominion War days. "I'm assuming that we're on a diplomatic, high risk mission, but forgive me if I'm not picking up on the obvious here. Why am I here? First contact, yes I'll admit has its dangers, most definitely. That doesn't explain why I'm here." Arthur sighed as he leaned back in the captains chair. "To be brutally honest, Its mainly Section 31 and in hand with them Star fleet intelligence. You are here to keep an eye on the first Roman captain in Star fleet history and so Section 31 still doesn't trust me so they have sent you on this little mission. As for the mission it seems that a strange rift, and we've made contact with a new alliance so to speak, and they want to meet with our delegation of high ranking officials and diplomats and so the Valkyrie got the tap to be the ship sent out to have this little meeting and so once everything is all squared away we are to go out to the coordinates and have this little first contact meeting." Archul tapped on the comm panel then looked up. "Computer, tell me the manifest of Officials and Diplomats we have on the ship." He was slightly wondering just who was on board and whose lives would be his responsibility. In actuality Nova knew a bit more - albeit not very much - then she had initially let on. It wasn't that she didn't trust Arthur or believe in the validity of their friendship. It was simply because she *had to* know what information he would give her. Furthermore, it wasn't that she thought he would will conceal anything, it was much more he's trying to be concise. Editing out things he deemed non-essential, not realizing even very small details could have a large impact. Fortunately, and very reassuring to Nova, he didn't hold anything back. Still, while she had a little bit more to go on, it was extremely limited. If Star fleet Intelligence had another reason for her presence, they weren't giving any hints. And that was what was irking Nova. While she wasn't the most experienced agent, she was far from being a newbie or green. Never in all of that time had she been given only a few sentences as a mission outline AND briefing. After speaking with Captain Arthur it seemed like he was catching on to the same concerns she had too, even if they weren't being communicated between the two of them. Working on that assumption was why Nova followed Arthur to the nearby panel and looked on. Curious to see not only what he was doing, she waited for the computer to put together the list of officials. Inwardly, Nova was growing more and more uneasy. "Do you know or have you worked with any of the diplomats onboard?" she asked politely. Arthur looked over the list including some names he knew of such as Commander B'Lena Torres-Paris Of the Sovereign Class Ship USS Nomad that was the first ship to discover the new rift and have a small encounter with a Tie Interceptor squad before things were finally calmed down and started the meetings that were soon to culminate with the Valkyrie crossing the new dimension with the Empire. There was also the former Borg now Borg Expert 7 of 9, having been put on the mission to gather technology from this new dimension and then there was Deanna Trio, Star fleet's top Negotiator due to her emphatic abilities it was why they were all there for this historic mission." Personally, I've worked a few times with Commander Torres but the other two I only know through reputation though I know Torres and 7 of 9 served on the U.S.S Voyager together." He then looked at Nova and shrugged. "Well I can understand why each one of them is on this little trip." He then saw that the computer said that everyone was on board. "Well it's best we get going and started on this mission, Helm, take us to the rift, warp 7." The helmsman laid in the course and waited for their captain. "Punch it." The helmsman smirked bit before sending the Valkyrie out into space. The names Arthur listed Nova hadn't met or been on any missions with the personal, although she had read over their biographical data and the more relevant mission and personal reports that offered insights into how the operated and worked with others. The one exception to the former might be 7 of 9 since some of Nova's enhancements and cybernetic "upgrades" were directly a result of the other woman. However, since Nova didn't know that information she might as well not have known any of them entirely. What she did find a little concerning was the number of ships being sent and the amount of firepower the small task group had at their disposal. She could see the reasoning for sending two ships, but sending more than three with at least 2 being Sovereign - and all top of the line, just-out-star base-for-priority-upgrades-before-going-on-this-mission." I still don't understand this mission," Nova said as she thought out loud. She'd known Arthur long enough to learn how he thought, and she had a strong inkling that he was wondering the same thing. "Having this many Sovereigns? Star fleet sending Deanna Trio? Aside from Spock she's our top negotiator, and you know damn well that whatever ship she's on, her husband River will be the captain of it. Those two both worked under Picard for quite some time so they've seen the unknown, endured the unbearable, and learned from the best. That's a fierce pair to begin with. Then you have another commander husband-wife duo who is equally capable with Torres-Paris. Throw 7 of 9 into the mix, and I'd say that group is tagging along as an electronics and engineering specialists. And finally, there's us, we're out here as security and protection."" Come one, let's take this into your Ready Room." Nova sighed as she thought everything over for a minute as she walked with Arthur. She was usually so very open and not afraid to speak her mind. The times she had insisted on speaking privately could be counted on a single hand with most fingers still free and available. Out of common practice and respect she waited for him to sit first and then took a seat of her own. "Arthur, can we drop the act for a moment? What the fuck happened during first contact? We're loaded and prepared for war. There is no reason for us to be here or with the people unless they're afraid we're going into the deep end. If one is to believe the rumors, Picard and Jane way supposedly organized our greeting party." Nova huffed and pushed her chair out for a minute and spun it 45 degrees so that she looked at the wall for a second. "What I'm about to show you, you need to see." Nova said as her voice grew a dangerously deadly edge." Archul, look at it and then forget the pad ever existed. Your life very well could be forfeited, as well as mine if certain people knew I played 'share and tell'." she said before reaching into a camouflaged pocket on her thigh. In her palm was a small triangle of what looked like shiny black glass or plastic. With practiced ease Nova unfolded it until it was the same size as a data pad but the thickness of a piece of cardboard. She turned it on and in a single motion tossed it to her friend, her fingerprint unlocking the control pad and decrypting the screen so it could be read. An automatic timer starting before re-authentication would be required. Arthur sighed as he watched Nova when she asked about the first encounter. There was a reason why top of the line ships were being brought in, When the Nomad had its encounter it came limping home, but it was caught between 2 large forces when it came through the rift and the Nomad got pretty beat up. After that one of the groups shot off at high speeds while the other stayed. And so we were invited to hold a little meeting to learn about this group but because of the first contact Star Fleet wants its best ship and some of its best people to be at the meeting to show a sense of strength against what could be either an incredibly strong ally or one of our most dangerous enemies and at this point we really don't want to be showing any weakness to anyone." When he got up and headed into his ready room he was wondering what Nova was up to. When she tossed him the small device, and it opened up he looked it over before looking at Nova. "Nova, Mind telling me what is this?" He was genuinely confused as to what she had given him or what he was seeing, and he wanted answers from one of the few people he called friends in star fleet. "Just what is this all about?" Before Nova said another word she held up a finger and gestured for him to hold on a second. Since she was standing Arthur was able to see that she lightly pressed a spot on her opposing outer thigh and almost as if cloaked, a small pocket appeared. She reached in and pulled out a small device about an inch wide and three inches long and the second she withdrew it, the pocket vanished leaving no trace or evidence it existed. Continuing on and still saying nothing she held the device to her finger for a moment and then tossed it as to Arthur as well. Seeing the astonished look on her friends face Nova gave him another very pointed, serious look. "What I tossed to you is a verifier. Basically it's a miniature hypos pray that contains one or more DNA profiles. One is usually automatically stored, and the second has to be input - in this case mine. Only when linked with the data pad in your hands will anything on the pad be readable. And since everything on it is encrypted and keyed to both the stored and living DNA samples.... Well... you get the idea," shrugged Nova even though she realized it didn't really answer his true questions." What you saw is another highly classified technology. It's called dimensional storage and works basically like a microtransporter. Items are kept in an atomized, phased state and then reconstituted on demand. It goes without saying the power demands are considerable and the technology extremely hard to manufacture. Again, you can likely see the security concerns which is why very few people know about it or even have access. What's in that pad is equally secretive, if not more so. From the infinity modulator, along with associative upgrades that would allow the same capabilities across all phasers - handheld, rifles and about starships and bases. Upgrades to ablative armor generators and phaser banks so both may be used simultaneously instead of only torpedoes, you get the idea. There are three or four other items but if things go to hell. I'm authorized to give you access." Three days before we left for this little..... excursion I was personally briefed by the Heads of Star fleet Security, Intelligence and the Fleet Commands' High Admiral Sicko. After hearing what they said I refused to accept this mission unless they gave me... us rather, an edge if or when things turn hot. The reason we need to have this little chat is if this mission turns out as FUBAR as Star fleet thinks it might. We're going to be in for one hell of a fight. I'm concerned we won't have time to implement any of this tech to make a difference. Star fleet has given me clearance and authorization to use the tech in that pad at my discretion, but I don't know the past mission specifics well enough to make a decision on my own." Only then did Nova sit down so that she was looking at Arthur face to face, eye to eye and in her gaze he would be able to see not only sincerity, integrity and trust, but also concern and worry about all the man and women who could be at risk or worse if the wrong decision was made. "What I need to know from you is, do we install some or all of this now. Or do we wait?"***Infinity modulator was a weapon from Star Trek Voyager Elite Force 1 & 2 (computer game). Developed by 7 of 9 was primarily for use against the Borg (or overloading certain kinds of force fields) it quickly and randomly demodulated the beam several times a second making it impossible for the Borg to adapt. While never tied into a ships phasers it should be easy to accomplish and/or scale up since the same tech and principles are used for phaser banks as in the handhelds. Arthur sighed as he listened to everything his friend told him. "Well, knowing all that and what happened I would say to implement some of the new technologies and make them defensive so that if we have to make a quick retreat back to our dimension we can protect our backside and not be exposed." He then got up from his seat and handed her back the tech she had showed him. He got up and paced his ready room for bit." We don't know what their intentions are so lets keep from activating defenses till the last moment, and we can consider what is going on their first live field-testing." He wasn't too pleased that star fleet was going to let him go in and not tell him what he had at his hand it was almost like they were setting him up for failure. From the way Arthur reacted to the news, Nova could tell that he was thoroughly upset and agitated. She wished there was more she could do but in many ways she felt similarly. And while neither openly spoke what they were thinking, a quick glance at Arches' face told Nova that he was thinking very much the same thing she was. That Star fleet had essentially lied to them and was hanging them out to dry. Inwardly Nova hoped the former was due to a severe lack of reliable intelligence or analysis of alien/enemy tactics and intentions. And for the first time Nova smiled at her friend. Grateful that he understood her frustrations. If things were really going to fall apart and go to Hell then it was largely their job to somehow figure out a way to get out and with everyone - the vast majority who weren't soldiers or trained for fighting - to return in one piece." Thanks for listening to me," Nova said before tossing a series of pads on to the table in front of Arthur. "Those are the tech specs and plans on how to modify your systems. They are compartmentalized and written in a fashion so that engineers, tech specialists, etc. won't be able to figure what all the mods and changes will do once their all installed. All you have to tell them is that these changes will boost and improve your systems; which they will. They just won't have a clue exactly how much. Lastly, once the information is accessed they have a set amount of time for completion before, due to security concerns, the specs will be automatically irreversibly destroyed." Arthur nodded as he made note before he sent the data to the engineering crew. He sends them the message that the upgrades had to be done asap as for security reasons the information would be erased after they started so it was important for them to get their job done while the ship made its way to the meeting. Arthur looked at Nova then got up as he headed to the door of his ready room. "We will make sure everything gets done all you have to do is try to keep our asses out of the fire and safe." He then walked out of his ready room and back to the bridge where he sat down in his captain's chair to await the Valkyrie getting to the meeting space.~~~~~Near the Outer Rim Territories A ship kept itself in orbit over the moon of Kashyyyk. Its owner was looking over another passenger as he sent a wave of electricity into the woman who was chained to the wall. "Sooner or later you will tell me the location of your rebel friends. I will give them credit it's been a year since I got you, and they still fight, but they are only delaying the end times." He sent out another shock through Princess Leia's body as his Sith yellow eyes looked her over. And listened to her before he turned and shook his head. "All you have to do to end this is tell me where are your rebel friends and this could all end." Nova followed Arthur out on to the bridge and as she did the small computer on her wrist flickered. The screen indicating they were reaching the outer boundaries of their first target and within 1 more light year would be detected by enemy sensors. She exited the bridge and quickly returned to her quarters to prepare and change.***Princess Leia's hung wearily, and her naked body was covered in a thin veil of sweat. Ever since her capture time had no meaning and was measured simply by when she was being hurt and when she wasn't being hurt. Aside from constantly trying to keep her mind focused and relaxed enough to look, watch and learn for any opening or moment of weakness on her captors part. Perhaps the biggest thought running through her head was how the hell she found herself captured by the Empire *again*. She supposed that as terrible as being taken again happened to be. Her current... companion... didn't have nearly as much dispassionate, innate cruelty as the torture droids, or the inspired, calculated methodologies to create unending waves of pain like Darth Vader. Since she knew there was no hope of escape now, especially on a spaceship in the middle of nowhere. She decided she might as well try to play mind games. Using one of the breaks in-between being shocked Leia looked up at him. "You know.... you've got one small problem and one big problem. The first?" she passed wondering if he was going to play along. Since all she got was silence she continued. "If you think I'm going to break just because of a little electricity, you've got another thing coming. I've had bigger shocks from breaking door computers like on Empire's shuttles or bunkers then what you're using." she smirked loving that he was growing angry. "The second, and much larger problem? Even if I break.... which at the rate you're going I'll die from old age before that happens. I don't know where any rebels happen to be. Sorry guy, can't tell you what I don't know." she helplessly shrugged her shoulders as much as the restraints would allow as a taunt. Arthur had noticed that Nova had walked away and to her own quarters. He then made note that within a light year they would pass through the portal that had opened and would be within the new dimension, and so he made sure to check up on the status of the upgrades. When he felt that they would be ready he visibly relaxed and sat back in his chair. He would have preferred his 2nd mate to be there, but the first meeting didn't go so well and so his 2nd in command was currently in sickbay healing after the bad meeting.---The Dark Apprentice looked at Leia but didn't say anything as he let her hang there chained to the wall. He walked over to her and ran a hand against her cheek before pulling her face up by her chin to look at him. "Oh no you may not consciously tell me where they are, but your mind will tell me." He watched her as he started to use the force to probe her mind. He only teased what he could do before he let go and walked out of the room holding her as he headed back to the cockpit. Furthermore, he knew that Vader had made it very clear that he wanted results and failure would not be tolerated. Furthermore, he had gotten his orders as Vader and his ship had headed out to some sort of meeting. As soon as Nova reached her quarters she told the computer to seal the door. Once it was shut sat down at the private desk console and opened a secure com to Star fleet Intelligence (SFI). One of the greatest secrets SFI had was the quantum comlink; a radical breakthrough in communication technology. Not only was it virtually impossible to hack into the data stream, physical constraints such as range or speed of travel between distances didn't matter. That made it ideal for SFI to keep in contact with its agents. However, there were severe disadvantages, because of how the transmission must be sent the available bandwidth didn't allow for much more beyond simple face-to-face video chat or small files. Due to the incredible security concerns with this technology only a very select number of agents - like Nova-were briefed and given not only the security clearance access, but the micro-cerebral implant needed to verify she was who she claimed to be. Nova quickly updated her superiors and as expected, was cleared for the next phase. She removed her clothing, showered and then put on her combat suit. Designed and tailored directly for her usage and DNA, it was keyed purposely for her. If someone else tried to wear it, the overwhelming majority of the suit wouldn't function or even turn on. Another highly secretive and classified piece of technology, Nova wore hers with pride eve if most had no clue what it was, or she was even wearing it. Fitted with "smart skin" based on holographic and transporter technology it could be set to mimic just about any color, texture or background allowing unparalleled camouflage, or a perfect replication of a Star fleet uniform, which was what she chooses.***Leia flinched and tried to pull away from his fingers when they grasped her chin and jaw, holding her head firmly in place. As he continued to look into her eyes she started to feel a tingling sensation. At first, she thought it might be the start of yet more electrical torture but when pain blossomed in her head followed by random pictures and events. She immediately realized what the Dark Apprentice was doing; he was not merely probing her mind but trying to steal whatever knowledge and secrets she had directly from the source. Unfortunately for him. She had prepared extensively for this very possibility and as the pain rapidly mounted and started to ebb beyond her head, flowing down her neck and into her spine, and shoulders. All the Dark Apprentice would find would be simple memories of her going about her daily duties onboard the various ships - mostly all diplomatic, New Republic vessels. She truly didn't know any location of any rebel base exactly because she knew she'd be captured. The Valkyrie got closer to the meet up location but oddly nothing was there when they dropped out of warp speed. "Computer, yellow alert." He didn't want to put the ship in too much of a defensive posture to .AKE it looks like they were waiting for a fight. Yet he also didn't want to be caught off guard. He sat back and sighed as he shook his head. "Looks like we get to play the waiting game." While she was a guest and captain of the original ship that found the new rift and had by all rights the chance to relax and wait for the meeting to begin yet anyone who knew B'Anna Torres-Paris knew that resting was not one of her strongrooms, and you could most likely find her in main engineering even if the Valkyrie wasn't her ship the other members would gladly take the assistance from the engineer who made the voyager stay together during its long voyage. Though one crew member worked closely with B'Anna, Hurt a born who worked beside the woman and underneath the console his tail was working its way up her legs and under her uniform.----The dark apprentice glared at Leia before giving her one last strong shock of force lightning before he left her chained there to the wall as he walked out. He was growing a little impatient and if he was then he knew lord Vader would be as well. B'Anna had been running around like a crazed lunatic but in actuality she was hurrying with a purpose. Each step was in order to reach a specific console and every console and engineering station had an exact purpose. She knew yellow alert almost always evolved into red and often with very little warning. In the Delta Quadrant she learned the hard way what could happen within even that very minute space of time. That was why currently she was working at the station in front of the warp core. Valkyrie, like all the next generation starship classes were equipped with multiple levels of force fields and shielding to protect the warp core. No longer would a ship be destroyed by simply aiming a hand phaser at the core or reaction chamber. So engrossed in her work she didn't notice that an appendage not part of her body was slowly making its way up her legs. The second Hurt's tail touched her skin instead of fabric B'Anna swore loudly and jumped back, nearly tripping in the process. "Dammit Hurt!" she cursed loudly again, glaring at the dark-green reptile. "You do that again and I swear to god I'm going to cut off your fucking tail! DO. I. MAKE. MYSELF. CLEAR!" she hollered, having moved directly next to him and shouting in his face.***Leia's muscles flexed and spasmed as the electricity flowed through her body. Her cries of pain sounded again and again and even as the dark apprentice entered her mind, she was having trouble figuring out which was worse. The overwhelming tingling, pins and needles feeling from the current passing over her skin and through the circulatory system until grounding out as it reached the floor. Or the shifting horrors of searing heat, scorching fire that made it feel like each and every brain cell was being incinerated. Only to be tortured by the other extreme: cold. So much so Leia's body was trembling like a leaf, even as her teeth chattered as it felt like she was being stored in a deep freezer. With no breaks and her only sense of time being when one torment shifted to another the only solace the exhausted, and barely conscious female could take was there was no way she could betray The Alliance or her friends. Though her mind was being probed, violated and her memories were being replayed the dark apprentice would find nothing at all. Though the apprentice "visited" numerous bases there was never enough details or information to reveal specific locations despite Leia's mind having long stopped trying to resist or stop his probes. Burak kept his tail where it was as he looked at the Klingon/Human woman and hissed bit as he leaned against her. "Sssuch words you have, when you know what you should be saying." He made sure that his tail slid over her ass before moving back away as he looked at B'Anna. "Well as long as you want Moral to stay in star fleet." To everyone else it would just look Valkyrie's Head engineer was arguing bit with one of star fleet's top engineer's though if anyone knew the truth they would be shocked. "I think the work here is done, use the site to site transporter and head to my quarters, I'll be there to deal with you." He let out another hiss before he moved to another station to make sure that the upgrades were ready for the ship before he finished and headed out and down the corridor. He made sure to take his time getting back to his quarters because while B'Anna was a strong woman he liked to toy with her, to make her the prey and to be at his every whim and mood. As it was well known that the born were a predator species, and so he made sure that he kept B'Anna as his prey as he walked into his quarters.-----The dark Apprentice knew that He would have to probably try a new tactic, but that could come at a later time. He figured though he could let his partner have a crack at Leia and have some fun. Pure anger and rage was building quickly within B'Anna; the idea of any perverted, sex-crazed maniac trying to con her into what amounted to an affair on her husband infuriated the half Klingon, half human in a way she seldom experienced. The fact that the maniac happened to be another engineer on the Valkyrie only further irritated the woman. As upset and pissed off as she might be, B'Anna was also an officer. Her vast range of experiences on Voyager had taught her how to restrain and control a lot of what might otherwise have been considered righteous rage. She was even prepared to make a multitude of reports against the predatory officer. The only reason she didn't was what he said right before leaving. The single name turned her blood cold and made her heart clench with nervous anxiety. That was why she quickly turned and was about to grab Burak, insisting upon an explanation. However, the man must have known what she was going to do. Now afraid and terrified about the well-being of her family B'Anna snapped quickly at the nearest senior officer that she'd be back soon and to contact by com if she was needed. With her responsibilities temporally covered, she moved away and off, following after Burak to find out what he planned to do with her beloved daughter. Burak waited for B'Anna to make her way to his quarters and when she walked in he was by the door and quickly grabbed the Klingon/human woman by the throat and yanked her into his room. Hissing he pinned her to the wall and flicked out his reptilian tongue out at her. "I had thought I told you per our arrangement that you are to be open for me whenever I want as long as it is nowhere near your husband." He hissed and let his claws pus habit into her neck as he squeezed her neck bit. It was not really an answer he was looking for as he knew the answer. His tail slid up under her uniform and slipped into the back of her hose over her ass before he started to push his tail up into her as his free hand ran over her chest. "For your Disobedience I will have to punish you." He hissed as he watched her before he kissed her, forcing his lizard tongue into her mouth. Instinctively B'Anna tried to fight back, but she was caught unprepared, by surprise and was pinned against the bulkhead. Combined with Burak's superior weight and far superior strength - even for her - when added to the additional leverage allowed for by his greater height and arm reach. There was nothing B'Anna could do except grasp at his forearms and fleetingly try to pry the muscular man's limbs from her throat. Stars were already forming behind her eyes and her struggles were beginning to weaken as her grip on staying awake and conscious slipped. Just when she thought the darkness would most surely sweep her away Burak lessened his hold. She wasn't free, but it was enough for her to cough and gasp, precious air finally finding its way back into her lungs." Do... do whatever you think you have to. To me. Leave... Leave," she coughed again before looking back at him with a pleading glance. "Moral... Leave Mir-" B'Anna's voice was cut off, and she gasped, then started to cough as Burak's tongue first mingled with her own and then ventured further, deeper into her mouth, much more than was comfortable. Weakly she tried to push him off and turn her head away. For the moment, not even paying attention or caring about what his questing tail or hands were doing. At least for the time being, they were staying outside of her clothes. Hurak watched B'Anna as he loosened his grip on her throat but still kept her pinned to the bulkhead as he pulled the kiss and ran his tongue over her lips and neck. "Don't worry, I will do what I must but as for punishment, well that will be on you." He let his tail rub over her ass which was covered by her pantyhose until he slid his tail in-between her legs. "So tell me my pet, how should you be punished?" The wet, slimy sensation of Burak's tongue caused B'Anna to cringe and then softly whine in disgust. She so badly wanted to turn her head and frenetically spit, anything to clear her mouth of the horrible taste his saliva left on her tongue. Worse, now she was much more aware of his tail and the way it was continually probing, questing along and in-between her legs and inner thighs. Following the thin, synthetic material before rubbing harshly right where her womanhood happened to be. The rough texture of his hide causing clothing to start to catch and tear in addition to making pressure against her sensitive skin. The unwanted contact causing bursts of pleasure to run up and down her spine. "I'm.... I'm not your pet!" B'Anna quickly growled. "Just do whatever you are going to do to me and get it over with. That way I can get on with my life!" Burak watched B'Anna as he shook his head listening to her. "That is where you are wrong, and you know it, unless you wish for your daughter to be expelled from star fleet and possibly arrested and I am sure you don't want that. He let a clawed hand travel over her chest as he started to squeeze her breasts beneath the fabric of her star fleet uniform while his tail worked over her womanhood before it slipped under her pantyhose and slipped beneath her pa ties and pulled them to the side and started to play with her sickening core. "So my pet I say again, how should you be punished?" Thankfully Burak had to withdraw his tongue slightly from the depths of her throat and mouth if he wanted her to talk and respond. For an instant she wasn't completely sure whether he'd even want that as an option because every time she coughed, gasped or choked his tail harshly twitched. And not just twitched, it was more like gyrated and then pushed forward, grinding hard and fast against her most private and sensitive of areas. B'Anna couldn't look down, but she could feel the stitching on the lower parts of her uniform start to fail as Burak's scales caught and tore the threading apart. B'Anna jolted as she felt his tail rub up and down her womanhood before jolting again, this time crying out as his tail didn't merely rub but penetrated and with so little foreplay or preparation, she was dry making it painful. For a few long moments she thought she might actually cry, but the thought of letting Burak see her like that... The pain was forgotten as she became angry, and this time pushed him, much harder than before. While it wasn't enough for Burak to break all contact and stop groping her, it was more than plenty for her to sufficiently catch her breath and glare at him menacingly." If.... If I remember correctly you promised to leave my daughter out of the equation. And in exchange I wouldn't tell Tom about you're sick.... games," B'Anna scowled out. "Wasn't it you who was afraid of my husband finding out? Wasn't it you who was so scared Tom would learn what was happening and not only probably report you, but likely, and I quote, "hunt you down and vaporize you with a phaser?" she smiled triumphantly even as the pain between her legs was starting to subside. It's becoming much harder to ignore and avoid what Burak was doing between her legs. She might not like Burak or be open to anything he was doing, but the oversized pervert was too skilled and knew how to play the female body too well. Worse, because she was Klingon he seemed to have a sixth sense on the exact combination of pain and pleasure she thrived on. He knew exactly which way angle his tail and how to gently thrust it one moment, then very harsh and deep the next to cause pain; mixing with the pleasure from before to somehow combined into something greater than either alone." P-please!" Breanna pleaded as she closed her eyes feeling Burak restore his grip and threaten to choke her once more. "J-just leave me alone. Haven't.... haven't you done enough!?" Burak looked at B'Anna and growled as he flung her over to the floor and hissed. "You just art understanding it are you. The more you resist, the worst I will make it for you and maybe even Moral." He walked over to the woman and looked at her as his tail tapped something on the wall console. The room seemed to shimmer for bit before returning to normal as he made an audible clicking with his tongue to his teeth and as he did that cords came from the ceiling and grabbed her wrists and bound them behind her back as more coils came and wrapped around her waist and lifted her to her tiptoes while he reached inside of her hose and yanked them down bit as he grabbed her panties and yanked them off of her body before he forced them into her mouth. He made sure the coils held her in place as he walked around her, his tail giving her rear a smack as he circled her before he stepped up behind her and let his hands squeeze her breasts. "YOU belong to me." He made sure to unzip his pants and free his cock as he brushed it up against the back of her thighs. "I have had it with your resisting, You keep at it, and I am going to let Moral's little incident fall into star fleet's hands." He growled as he slid himself right up against her sickening womanhood as he licked at her neck then chest letting his reptile tongue wrap around a nipple.----"7, Is there anything you need from me?" The small A.I. floated around her in her quarters. Legacy was something that Ice had made for seven for when they were apart from each other as the AI knew how to treat 7 well and knew what she liked as it moved around. When the two were together Ice didn't rely on the AI but when he had to be separated from her, he allowed the AI to play with her and record for him so he could see what she was doing. It was just one of the ways the two were able to stay together while being long distances from each other. Intuitively B'Anna knew that Burak wasn't going to be happy about the implied resistance she was putting up. She knew from plenty of experiences he absolutely *hated* anything that could be construed or considered as defiance or even worse, open disobedience. Since what she was doing hinted at potentially both of those categories the dread which had been building within the pit of her stomach was almost overwhelming. And a moment later was seemed to be confirmed because she was flying, only to painfully land and in a tumbled, sprawled out ball. Taken completely by surprise and with no time to prepare for the strike B'Anna gasped, a hand painfully gripping her stomach as she tried to push herself back into at least an upright position. Dizzy and in pain from having the wind knocked completely out of her, stars danced in her vision, and before she could take a full breath, what limited air she could inhale was lost once more as she cried softly as fresh agony greeted her. Burak easily pulling the dazed woman upright and quickly taking advantage of her disorientation, further restrained and trapped her. A fact that was cruelly reinforced since before she could protest her clothes were torn to shreds, and she was gagged using her own lingerie. For a few moments all B'Anna could do was merely submit and go along with whatever torturous and diabolic wises Burak envisioned. She's flinching as she felt his hands and then tail start to explore and then violate her body. Her expressions of disgust growing as she tried to wiggle away, pulling back to escape the fingers that were so harshly touching and pinching at her breasts and nipples. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse she felt his tail and immediately spat the ruined panties out of her mouth, but it was too late. Already wet from his earlier touches, his tail had just enough of her natural wetness to slide between her legs and then venture deeper. She's groaning as the harsh texture of his tail rubbed and scraped along the soft, sensitive warm-wet silkiness within. Panting B'Anna tried to be strong, tried to deal with the mounting pain even as her feet danced on the floor, and she frantically tried to move her hips away, anything that would ease the incredible strain and uncomfortable feeling of being ravished and forced to accept something so large.***7 quickly shook her head, knowing that Ice could see her through the various sensors and 'eyes' that the AI possessed. Already the various "fingers" the soft, flexible, tentacle-like limbs were running up and down her body, over her arms, legs, shoulders, chest, hips anywhere and everywhere that could further build and inspire 7's arousal and desire to build. Deviously Ice purposely kept the tentacles from touching longer then the briefest of moments to the places that she most wanted. It was in this way he knew he could cause the most pleasure to her, if given enough time. And even better, at least from his perspective, thanks to the Borg implants, he might not be physically there in the room with 7. However, he could still take advantage of the sensor data. Everything the AI was doing was being relayed back to him and through his cybernetics; it was the closest he could possibly be to 7 without actually being physically present. And in most ways, it was as if he was directly with 7 in the room. Burak watched B'Anna and kept her down on the floor, one hand wrapped around her throat kept her from being able to really fight against him as his other hand reached down and undid his pants as he looked at B'Anna. "The more you fight, the more the restraints make it so you're exposed to me my pet." He laughed as his tail swatted her ass before grabbing a small bottle and opened it. He spread the cold gel over his tail before he looked directly into her eyes as he started to push his tail right up her ass while his cock was forced inside of her warm core. "Go ahead, scream for me my pet, no one can hear you with the modifications I've made to my room.""-----Ice made sure the little droid would tease 7 and get her all worked up and hot under the collar until she was asking for it to have her. It was just one of the many ways they were able to stay together when they had to be so very far away. The bot's limbs kept working over 7's body making feather soft touches then applying heavier touches elsewhere just to keep her unprepared as some limbs even moved in between her legs and rubbed over her crotch. Ordinarily B'Anna was quite adept at being able to escape from various holds, grabs and even multiple people trying to forcefully restrain her limbs, but Burak was different. Despite being half Klingon and the additional resilience and strength that such biological makeup offered, it was never ever enough. Not only was Burak much to smart to ever allow her to gain the advantage he was probably the only person on the entire damned ship to be able to so easily and readily take advantage of her charms. Making things even worse was he always allowed her just the slightest amount of movement. Whether it was intended to tease and frustrate her, to give her the illusion of control for him to only instantly take it away on a whim. Or whether he simply liked how she tried to futilely move, she never knew. All she did know was that whatever he was doing it was very rapidly becoming uncomfortable. And while she was grateful he at least wasn't diabolic enough enjoy her ass without lube, it never seemed to aid as much as she would have liked. That was why her breathing had changed to short, rapid pants and with each painful thrust by Burak she couldn't stop the groans and soon cries from escaping her lips. After a few minutes of this Burak stopped and for a moment B'Anna might be reconsidering, but it was all for naught. Just when she was starting to relax he resumed, pushing hard upwards at the same time one hand gripped her throat for leverage and the digging harshly into the side of her ribs; both forcing her slim body towards and preventing her from rising up to avoid his questing tail. Pain lanced through her lower body and B'Anna screamed. The tears she had been trying so hard to contain and hold in suddenly breaking free in a cascade. Trembling in his arms B'Anna tried her hardest to avoid any movement, but Burak was having none of it. Her ass was hot and very tight, gripping his tail in a way no other girl he'd enjoyed. However, what Burak had done so far was almost too much. B'Anna was close to unconsciousness and the beautiful groans and cries that sounded like music to his ears was rapidly diminishing as her pain start to become too extreme. Even her constant, near rhythmic pleadings and begging for him to stop or at least slow down had ceased as he continued to use and punish her much more harshly then usual.***Time for 7 had little meaning because all she cared about where the incredible, sensations and the way her nerves felt so alive. It was almost as if Ice knew exactly where and when to touch and with just the right about of pressure and stimulation. Sometimes gentle caress, other times a sharp pinching or pulling on sensitive nipples, ears, nose, stomach, finger and toes and countless other places in between. The end result was 7 soft cries of passion were starting to escalate. The constant teasing and endless caressing were pleasant but rapidly becoming insufficient. Her heat, flushed skin wanted more and the periodic moans for more were becoming greater and greater. Burak watched B'Anna as tried to grip his tail before he pulled it out of her as he could tell what he was doing was almost too much as he could tell B'Anna was fading out as he stepped away from her as he licked his lips watching her letting her get her breath and some energy back into her body before he moved and sat over her using his knees to keep her arms pinned to her side He tapped his cock against her cheek. "The more you resist, the more you will be punished my pet, and you will not enjoy it." He tapped his cock against her lips and watched her. "Get to licking and sucking."----Ice could tell by his readout that 7 needed to be pleased and as much as he wished it was him able to please her he would have to settle for the bot as he gave it a few programmed commands as the bot wrapped its tendrils around her body and pushed her to her bed as it bound her down to it and worked on removing her outfit as its tendrils slid over her warm core and her breasts as it squeezed them as tendrils also slowly slid up into her warm core. The pain and overwhelming feelings of being stretched suddenly eased and then much to her relief ended. Whether that was due to Burak being merciful or because she was so close to collapsing and passing out herself B'Anna didn't know. She actually didn't care as long as she wasn't being hurt although even as she was starting to catch her breath and feel somewhat like herself, she felt herself being re-orientated until she was lying down. Experimentally she tried to see if she could move and by extension see if she could possibly push Burak off of her. Although she was exceptionally diligent and crafty to ensure he couldn't figure out exactly what her motives happened to be. B'Anna might have been sneaky enough to avoid Burak from fully comprehending what she was hoping to be able to do if she had the chance or needed too. Nevertheless, he wasn't ignorant to the potential risk and even as he moved so that his cock was at her lips again. The words he spoke might have been said calmly, but the seriousness was obvious; there was an almost daring quality as if he wanted her to try something. Of course, she knew from hard won experience why exactly she had to hold back and avoid doing anything of the sort. Instead, she sighed, closed her eyes for a moment and then opened her mouth, licking at the head before he shoved his cock deeper into her mouth, poking once again at the tight entrance to her throat.****The more the robot continued the more sustained 7s cries became. Ice not only had re-programmed the robot but also adjusted the material of the various tendrils so that they felt more realistic and lifelike. Instead of the cold, immaterial hardness of metal - and while the former did have a certain appeal it quickly disappeared after the newness wore off. However, whatever he had done since that first model, this was much better. Not only were the tendrils much more gentle, but were capable of rubbing, touching, caressing and pinching in various pressures and manners that could almost be believed as humanlike. That was why 7 quickly shrugged out of what little remained of her clothing and turned over so that she was lying on her back and face-up. The tendrils quickly wrapping around her breasts and working their way between her legs, beginning to push inwards, occasionally thrusting.

Star Trek_ Meeting the Empire (Castor and Kitten Kat)|rating:2.0

Biker x Bartender [Semper Fi & JaredSyn]

Katherine Doyle had been the bartender at Drifter's for the last two years. Drifter's was a well known biker bar, and Kat was the favored bartender. At first, she'd felt out of her element around so many intimidating guys, but now it was second nature, she was like the beloved little sister, even the nomads who came in knew better than to screw with her or even really make a move on her. She had a casual flirty attitude with most of the bikers, but she never crossed the line and neither did they. Even with Reaper. He was probably the one she flirted with the most and honestly, she'd probably end up sleeping with him at some point, they'd been dancing around it for the last year or so since he'd joined the Jackal Biker Club. It was currently 11pm, and Kat was behind the bar, at 5'6" an athletic 120 pounds, she looked rather small compared to most of the men in the bar. She was dressed in snug dark jeans and a burgundy halter top that exposed much of her natural gold dust colored skin. Her mahogany hair was up in a sleek long tail as she passed out drinks and made small talk with the guys that were there. Her pale gray eyes scanned the room, just getting a feel for the room and the attitudes, it wasn't uncommon for brawls to start, but she put a stop to that shit. She didn't tolerate her bar being all busted up. While the bar may technically be owned by the club president, and the bar acted as a clubhouse for the club, with the upstairs having a meeting room and some bedrooms. But down here, this area was hers, and she treated it as such, not allowing the guys to make a total disaster of it. She noticed Reaper right when he came in, along with a couple other Jackals. She could swear she felt the energy shift when he came in, she always knew when he was around. Shaking her head at herself she went back behind the bar to shout make some orders for simple bar food, at the cook in the kitchen before whipping together more drinks." Hey guys," She greeted Reaper and the other two men that came in with him. "What do you want?" Her voice had a low western drawl and a whisper of Irish as she poured other drinks. Reaper had joined the Jackals shortly after exiting the military. He had served a six-year stint as a scout sniper in the corps. While in Afghanistan he had amassed an impressive 62 confirmed kills. It's how he originally received his nickname while still in the corps. It turned out one of his buddies was in the club and after Dylan got out he approached him about joining. Dylan did his probationary period and within 6 months was patched into the club and his nickname stuck. Dylan wasn't the biggest guy by any means standing five foot eleven with dirty blond hair, and a muscular build. Those in the club knew better than to fuck with him though, and he was respected as a member. The Jackals activities were not always on the up and up, sometimes running guns or other items. Dylan did what he had to in order to support the club, except drugs. He had seen the effect of drugs on his mother as a child, and he refused to be involved with anything dealing with them. He had an interesting relationship with Kat at the bar. Every time he came in she had a tendency to flirt with him, and he did so in return. Most guys avoided her, knowing full well if you fucked with Kat you paid for it. As he came into the bar he moved to the counter and took a seat. Kat asked what he wanted and he just smiled. "I think you know what I want Kat, when are you going to stop teasing me? I guess a beer will do for right now though." He winked at her and smiled. Damn if she wasn't a fine looking woman, and as far as he knew she wasn't anyone's old lady. Something he knew he would not mind changing. Kat was cool unless you weren't and when she was pissed off you didn't want to be in her way. Dylan liked that about her, she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. Kat enjoyed the flirting with Reaper, and she laughed when he said that she knew what he wanted. Getting him his beer, she slid it across the bar to him. "We've been dancing around each other quite a bit, but I think you know that I'd be more than willing." She said before she sauntered off to pass out more drinks. She wasn't lying though, she had made a point to never sleep with the bikers, she needed their respect, and she refused to be like the waitresses or strippers that came in, that let the guys grab and touch, and eagerly slept with them. But Kat was more than willing with Reaper. She didn't necessarily expect anything long term, she knew that wasn't how it worked for most bikers. But she was okay with that, there was something about Reaper, so she'd just relax and let things happen however they happened. Pretty soon the bar was filing up, the music getting louder. Kat loved the busyness, the noise, the people. Reaper gave Kat a smile as she moved off. Perhaps tonight would be the night it was more than just flirting he certainly was interested in her. She was hot and fun to be around, and he imagined quite a treat in bed as well. He took a drink of beer and continued talking to the guys he came in with. Once his first beer was gone, he ordered another, calling Kat over. "Well I don't have plans later if you want to get something to eat or just go for a ride?" He winked at her again he was willing to take her on his bike or his cock. The flirting had gone on long enough, and he was pretty damn certain Kat was interested in him as well. She never paid any of the other bikers as much attention as she did him. She smiles, "I would love to get something to eat, and my truck is broke, so after we eat, you can drive me home." She grinned, having to move away to deliver drinks, the bar was willing up with Jackals, Nomads, and even a couple of city slickers who think it's cool to hang out with bikers. "Hey babe, let's dance," One of the nomads grabbed her wrist as she set his drink in front of him." No." Kat said simply, "Let go of me, now." She ordered, her pale eyes glaring at him, the man laughs, Kat knew he was drunk because she'd given him all of his previous drinks. "Oh come on now honey, don't be like that," He said, trying to tug her closer, despite the bar being between them. Dylan smiled as she said she would love to get something to eat, and he could drive her home. He liked the sound of that very much. He watched her as she walked away to serve more drinks. Furthermore, he saw the man grab her wrist and immediately stood up taking a drink of his second beer. Looking to the guys, "Watch my drink seems like someone doesn't know their place." One of the guys stood up. "C'mon Reaper she can handle herself just fine don't start anything, we don't need an ambulance and the police showing up because you beat some idiot senseless." Dylan wasn't having any of it though and moved towards the stepping up behind him as he told her not to be like that. "I think the lady told you to let go, I suggest you do as she asked before things get ugly." Dylan gave the man a look it was obvious he was new, and not familiar with how things worked here. He wasn't even wearing any clubs patch. Which meant he was some dumb ass who thought he was tough so he would hang out with bikers. Kat smirked as she saw Reaper coming, and she smirked, "Let me go," She ordered again. The nomad smirked at him, assuming she was just playing hard to get. He eyed Reaper as he approached, "Why don't you mind your own business?" He nearly slurred the words from all the drinking. Kat just chuckles, "Oh boy," she knew what was going to happen. While she could handle this situation herself, she didn't mind him helping her out, she knew bikers were a possessive bunch, quite a few jackals were eyeballing the situation, making sure they didn't need to intervene. Dylan hit the man before he even finished speaking his fist striking him right in the nose a sickening crunch sound and splatter of blood on the man's shirt. That was not all though as Dylan grabbed the back of the men jacket and yanked him from the bar stool letting him land on his ass on the floor. Dylan stood over him glaring. "I suggest you call it a night, before they have to come pick you up in an ambulance. I suggest you learn some manners and control before you come back here as well." Dylan stood there over the man waiting for him to respond almost hoping he tried to do something other than leave or to open his mouth again, willing to knock some of his teeth down his throat. Dylan was trained how to take out an enemy quickly in the military, and he was more than ready for more right now. Kat may not be his old lady, but he felt like he had a shot with her and no one else was going to touch her so long as he was in the picture. Kat smirked, she was no stranger to violence, normally she hated it, but she’d learned to accept it as part of life with the bikers. But at this moment, it was justified. The man let go of her on reflex as he yelped. He glared up at Dylan, but just grumbled and got to his feet, making his way for the door. Kat eyed Dylan, “Thanks for the assist,” she said, as she absently rubbed her wrist, the man had had a tight grip on her, but it wouldn’t even bruise, just ached for a moment. “Your beer’s on the House,” She said, not seeming fazed, though after two years this was far from the first time she’d been grabbed while working. Dylan watched until the man was gone and then looked to Kat rubbing her wrist. "Are you ok Kat?" When she said his beer was on the house he chuckled. "You need any more help you just let me know." That said he moved back to his seat and took another drink of his beer. He hoped that his actions helped his case, because he really wanted to see how far things would go with her if given the chance. The though of taking her home was a promising one. Dylan had a few beers before stopping drinking aware of the fact he was giving Kat a ride home after something to eat. He didn't want to risk being drunk himself. He wanted to remember everything from tonight. Kat nodded, “I’m fine,” she assured then grinned, “I’ll definitely do that,” the next few hours passed rapidly, Kat stayed busy, and the bar stayed full. Her shift ended at 3am when things were starting to wind down. Grabbing her leather jacket she stepped out from behind the bar, looking to see if Reaper was still there. She sometimes knew the club needed him and that meant he might have to leave in a hurry. It was probably a little ridiculous how much she was looking forward to this evening. It had been several years since she’d left her husband and even longer since she’d been interested in a man. She was a little out of practice she was sure, but she was still looking forward to it very much. Dylan stayed and even helped stack chairs and such so she could get out earlier. Once ready he smiled and led her out to his bike, lifting a helmet off the back and handing it to her. Once she had it on the put his own on and helped her onto the back of the bike, climbing on in front of her and starting the engine which vibrated heavily between her legs. Once she was situated he pulled away heading for the only place that was open nearby a Perkins restaurant. Parking the bike he helped her off and took the helmet placing it back on the back of the bike. Leading her inside and asking for a booth and once seated letting her sit first before sliding in across from her. "I usually don't eat this late at night, but I am making an exception as I am sure you are hungry after a long shift dealing with idiots and loudmouths." he said chuckling. Opening his menu he found what he wanted and when the waiter came asked for coffee and whatever Kat wanted. Kat grinned following him out, she slid the helmet and wrapped her arms around his waist. Snuggling up against him, She hummed softly at how good it felt. Laughing when they arrived at Perkins, she'd wondered where he was going to take her at 3am. Taking off the helmet she strolled inside with him. "Well, for the record, I normally don't eat this late either. It was mostly a good excuse to spend time with you," She grinned as she settled into a booth. The waiter came by, she ordered orange juice, and an omelet. Kat yawned as she leaned back into the booth, the restaurant was nearly empty at this hour, so it was nice and quiet, for which Kat was grateful for after a loud shift at the bar. Reaper smiled as she said it was mostly an excuse to spend time with him. "I am going to have to ask you out to eat more often then I guess. If I knew that was the trick I would have asked you months ago." Dylan took a sip of his coffee. "I don't think I could deal with people the way you do all the time. I think the bar would have a lot more fights. I am glad we finally did this though, truth be told I have wanted to spend time with you since the first time I saw you Kat." It was the truth he could remember the first night he had come into the bar and seen her. He had been attracted to her instantly, he had been told though that Kat was off limits and protected by the club overall. After the year or so of flirting though he was certain she was interested in him, and that it would be safe to at least ask. "So how long have you been harboring this secret desire for me?" he said grinning at her? "I figure you were getting tired of flirting about as much as I was. Being here with you confirms that at least." Kat laughs, "People aren't so bad. I mean they aren't great, but they aren't so bad." Then she smiles, "I'm glad we did this too." She ate her breakfast slowly, then laughed out loud when he asked how long she'd been harboring this desire for him. "Oh a few months now." She couldn't say since the first time she saw him, because it wasn't true. He was just another biker when she first saw him." But yeah, I was getting tired of just flirting. Don't get me wrong, the flirting is fun, I'd just like some other fun stuff to go with the flirting." she teased in amusement. Sipping her drink, as she watched him. Dylan was surprised by her candid answer expecting more flirtation, but instead she flat out said she wanted more. "Well I have to say for the longest time I thought you just teased us all for tips. I mean waitresses and bartenders do it all the time. I'm glad to know it wasn't just that. Hell most of the guys in there are afraid to even talk to you. For fear the club might not like it. I figured being part of the main club in this area meant I was somewhat safe after all the club owns the place, even though you run it." Dylan took another drink of his coffee. "So since I am giving you a ride home, you might want to tell me where you live?" he said chuckling. He wanted to know where, and he certainly hoped she asked him in for a drink and much more. Kat smirked, "I never tease if I don't have a reason. And before you, I had a strict rule about being interested in bikers. To all of them, I'm a little sister." She grinned, "They should be afraid, bikers are possessive, as you know. I may not belong to one of them, but in a sense I belong to them all." She finished her meal, leaning back in the booth. "I live out Highway 70, a little cabin on the outskirts of town." She smiled. Dylan smiled he hoped to change that, he wanted Kat to be his woman. She was beautiful, funny and smart not many women were all three. Smiling he nodded, "a little cabin sounds cozy, I spend most of my time in a small apartment not far from the clubhouse. "I don't spend much time there though other than sleeping. Most of my time is spent working in the clubs garage fixing bikes. It nets me some income enough to pay the rent at least and leave me some money after." Dylan finished his cup of coffee and set it aside. "I have to say though I don't think of you as a little sister, I have completely different interests in you than that. I understand them being protective, I feel more protective of you as well, hence my intervening earlier. I don't like the idea of anyone touching you." She smirks, "With there this evening is probably headed, I sincerely hope you don't think of me as a little sister." She teased. Her last relationship had ended so poorly that she'd fled across the entire country to escape. It made her a little leery of getting involved with anyone else. But she liked Dylan, a lot. And she knew he was nothing like her ex. He may be a biker, may break the law, but bikers, they had a code that they lived by, and it was one Kat could respect. Finishing her orange juice she stretched almost lazily, "Mmm, that was good. Normally I go home and crash, then when I get up I make something frozen." She really didn't have the best eating habits. Dylan chuckled at her comment about where this evening was headed him not thinking of her like a little sister. "No worries there not a chance, I would never do the things I am thinking of with a little sister." As she stretched out he waved the waitress over and gave her a 20 for the check telling her to keep the change. It should be well over the bill considering he just had coffee. "Are you ready, looks like it's time to get you home and into bed." He smiled widely as he finished speaking and offered her his hand to help her up. Once outside the let her on first and them climbed on as well once she was situated and the helmet was on. Starting the bike and heading out towards her cabin. The cabin sounded nice and cozy and private, which was right up his alley. He liked less crowded places in all honesty the club sometimes was a bit much even. She grins and led the way out of the diner. Once settled on the bike she gave him directions to her place. It didn’t take long to reach her secluded little two story cabins. Once he’d parked she slid off. “I’m hoping you’re wanting to come inside,” she smiled, offering her hand. When they got to the door, three deadbolts could be seen, which required three separate keys to open. And if one looked closely they’d see a piece of tape up high, assuring the door hadn’t been opened since the tape had been placed. She led him inside once the door was shut. Despite living here two years, there Was hardly anything personal in sight. It was furnished but clean, no clutter, no photos. Dylan was an observant guy and when they reached the door he noticed the locks and the tape. Once inside he was surprised the place looked almost sterile like no one lived there. "Wow that's quite the lock setup you have there something I should know? Are you expecting someone to stop by that shouldn't be?" He paused a moment looking around. "You said you live here right did you just move in or have you been here a while the place looks like a model home everything is just right and clean?" Still holding her hand he tugged her back gently so she was close enough to feel the heat from his body as his arm slid around her waist. Leaning down he kissed her tenderly his lips pressing between hers. "I would never do this to my sister Kat, and there is so much more I want to do tonight than just kissing you." She shakes her head, “Nah, just being proactive since I live alone out here,” she lied. Then she chuckles, “I’m a bit of a clean freak,” she shrugged trying to not make a big deal of it. She didn’t want to lie to him, but she also wasn’t up for explaining her past either. Pleased when he focused on kissing her, she leaned into him, eagerly returning the kiss, her free hand rose to wrap around his neck as she pressed against him. “I was hoping you’d want to stay the night, I think we’ve been dancing around this long enough,” she whispered. Dylan smiled as she said she was hoping he would spend the night. "I don't have anywhere I need to be other than right here with you." he smiled as his other rm moved around her waist. He leaned down kissing her more deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth to circle her own as he pulled her against his muscular chest her breasts pressed flat against him. As the kiss broke he turned around and locked the three locks." So are we going to stay out here or did you want to go to the bedroom? It's your place so you lead the way. I'm all yours for the night." Kat grins, taking his hand, "This way," She led him through the living room and up the stairs. Down the hall, passed a bathroom, past one room, to the master bedroom. This room was slightly more personal. There were some knickknacks, some personal items, but still no photos, nothing that really was tied directly to her. "I like the sound of you being all mine." She murmurs, turning to kiss him again. Dylan smiled when she said she liked the sound of him being all hers. "Well I guess that goes both ways I like the sound of you being all mine as well." When she turned to kiss him he returned the kiss eagerly, his hands moving over her back, and down to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly unhooking her bra along with it and then lifting it up and over her head as he pulled back from the kiss. Smiling as he saw her breasts for the first time they were perfect not huge but firm and just right with small areolas and hard nipples. Still smiling her removed his cut, and then slipped his own t-shirt up and over letting his shirt fall to the ground but placing his cut on the door knob. Turning back he took another look as he pulled her back into his arms kissing her deeply as he held her bare torso against his own. Her body was firm in all right places, and he enjoyed the way she felt pressed against his own body. She grins against his lips as they kissed. Feeling him beginning to undress her, she lifted her arms to let the shirt come up and off, followed by her bra. Her pale eyes opened to watch him as he pulled his own shirt up and off, humming in approval as he pulled her close, her hands stroking over his muscular chest. Leaning in to press against him eagerly, enjoying the skin to skin contact as they kissed. Pulling him with her, she backed towards the bed, until her legs hit the bed, sitting down then laying back, urging him to come with her. Dylan moved forward as she laid back but instead of following her, he reached forward unbuttoning her jeans and hooking them with his fingers on each side and pulling them down hooking into her panties as well. He pulled back until her feel slipped off, and he pulled her shoes off as well looking down at her."God, you are gorgeous." That said he unbuttoned his own jeans kicking off his boots and pushing down his boxer briefs, before moving onto the bed with her moving so he was between her legs, his body over hers as he leaned down and kissed he deeply. His tongue pushing into her mouth and circling her tongue he let his body press against her gently. She smiled as he pulled her pants and underwear off. Tipping her head she watched him undress himself, "You aren't half bad looking either." She teased, but her eyes showed clear female approval, he was much better than not half bad. Grinning as he joined her on the bed. Arching up to wrap her arms around his neck, meeting his kiss eagerly. Her body was all but humming in pleasure, eager for more, eager for his touch. Dylan continued to kiss her as he held his body aloft with his arms. His chest barely touching her, he had waited some time, and he wanted this to last. As he broke the kiss he smiled down at her, damn she was hot, he had known she was beautiful, but her body was even better naked. He was beyond glad their flirting had come to more. He kissed her again before kissing her chin and then beneath and along her neck as he slid back downward on the bed. His kisses moving down to cover her breasts and gently suck and kiss her nipples. He did to stop there though kissing down her body until he kissed over her pubic mound, and finally he tongues slid across her tight pussy lips. His tongue traveling the length of her slit between them back and forth gently before finally pushing his tongue forward enough to part her outer lips and his tongue to glide over her clit. Kat squirmed and moaned as his lips moved down her skin, arching and groaning as his lips moved over her breasts. Her hands gripped the bed beneath her as he kept trailing down. Finally settling between her legs, she gasped when his lips touched her pussy. Panting and bucking her hips as pleasure coursed through her. She felt his tongue moving, and she groaned low in her throat. Dylan smiled as he settled between her legs the noises and her body movements showing him that she was enjoying herself very much. He continued to lick and suck at her pussy and clit ensuring he gave her clit as much stimulation as possible, after about a minute he pushed a single digit into her and pressing upward to rub against her g-spot, he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible before he took his own. He could not remember a time he was this aroused by a woman. He had been with his fair share while in the military and after, but Kat and him had been playing at this for months and the sudden satisfaction of being there with her was intense. Kat's hips bucked as she cried out in pleasure, as his mouth worked over her flesh. Then she felt his finger enter her and she cried out in pleasure. It didn't take more than another few moments before her walls clamped down around her finger, and she came hard, her body arching up. Panting as her body relaxed, allowing her to recover from her first orgasm in a very, very long time. Dylan smiled widely from between her legs as he felt her orgasm, he loved giving a woman an orgasm and always did his best to try and ensure they did, it wasn't just about him. As she started to come down from her orgasm he slid back up kissing over her abdomen and to her breasts once again spending some time there kissing, suckling and gently biting down on her nipples, before kissing up her throat to her mouth and kissing her deeply his tongue pushing into her mouth her own taste fresh on his lips. As he laid over her, she could feel his rock hard erection pressing against her. As he pulled back from the kiss he looked into her eyes, "Either I am perfect at giving oral or it's been a while since you had one." he chuckled and kissed her again. He wanted to be inside of her so badly, but he wanted her to choose where they went from there. Panting in pleasure as she felt him sliding back up her body, meeting his kiss eagerly, her hands gripping the bed beneath her. She felt his arousal between her legs, intensifying her arousal. She chuckled, breathless, "Does it have to be one or the other?" She smirked, "You are very good, and it has been a very long time." Her hips rocked as her legs parted, sliding around his waist, an invitation for him to take the next step. "And something tells me it is going to get better before the night is over." She teased, kissing him deeply. Dylan reached for his pants and pulled out a condom, tearing open the package and then sliding it down his hard length. He didn't like wearing them, but he had no clue if she was on the pill so he did what he needed. Reaching down he guided the head of his engorged cock to the entrance to her tight wet pussy, and slowly started to push forward his cock at first not quite fitting until her pussy adapted and allowed him to entrance her tight warm walls around just the head of his cock. He stayed there a moment letting her tight pussy adjust before continuing to push forward slowly until he filled her completely."God, you are so tight Kat" he groaned as he filled her leaning down to kiss her hard and deeply. Slowly he started to back out and thrust back into her slowly allowing his cock to slowly enter her so she felt every inch of his length as it filled her. Panting, Kat arched up crying out in pleasure as she felt him push into her. She heard his words and groaned, "It's been a long time." She panted, her hips rocking as she met the rhythm he set. Her nails scraped along his back as pleasure coursed through her. Even though she'd just climaxed, she knew she wouldn't last all that long, but she'd last longer than she did the first time. Dylan smiled down at her. "Well if I have any say of things it won't be a long time for you again as long as I am around." he started to slowly pick up pace, he had not been with a woman in a while himself, there were the women who slept with the bikers regularly, but that wasn't his thing. Kat was different he knew she didn't sleep around she had chosen him. He continued in moderate deep thrusts ensuring every inch of his cock rubbed against her walls and clit. She felt incredible even with the condom on which he hated to wear, but he did not want her getting pregnant even more. He knew he should ask if she was on the pill. Leaning down he kissed her supporting his body with his arms as he thrust into her below his tongue pushing into her mouth to dance with her own. Kat grins, "Good, because I look forward to doing it a lot more often." She teased, arching up as she rocked her hips to meet his thrust, groaning as the pleasure coursed through her, her tongue tangling with his as they kissed. Her teeth playfully nipped at his lower lip, smirking as her hands stroked over his back. Dylan liked the sound of being with her regularly very much. His pace began to steadily increase as he held himself over her his hips moving to thrust into her fully in quick deep thrusts into her. Her own movements helping him penetrate her fully each time. He knew it was not going to be long as he thrust into her, already he could feel the tell-tale signs of his own orgasm approaching." God this is incredible." he said smiling down at her as his pace quickened even more. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out, it's been a while for me as well, and even with the condom choking my cock, it feels incredible." He had thought about this many times what it would be like with her, when they were flirting, but none of that lived up to actually having sex with her. She felt her body tensing, her orgasm wasn't far off. Her hips bucked eagerly to meet his. Her hands stroked over him as she panted in pleasure. It only took another handful of thrusts, and she felt her walls clamp down around his length, her orgasm flooding her system, overwhelming her in the best possible way. Her nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure rocked through her body. Dylan could tell she was close just by the way she was moving almost desperately. It made him feel good knowing he had made her cum twice, and thrust into her harder and faster his own release so close. As she came and her tight pussy clamped down and released his cock he drove deep into her and his entire body shuddered as his cock jerked inside of her as his cock erupted inside the condom and filled its reservoir almost instantly he came so hard his own hips moving just slightly as if trying to get even further inside of her. Leaning down he claimed her lips in a deep passion filled kiss his tongue circling her own as he continued to cum his cock still jerking inside of her with each wave of his orgasm, it was intense and incredible. When his cock finally went still inside of her he pulled back from the kiss looking down into her eyes. "That was amazing Kat, WOW!" he exclaimed as he looked at her still trying to recover his breath his own body covered in a sheen of sweat from his efforts. After a few moments he rolled over to lay on his back beside her removing the condom, and tossing it into the small waste can next to the bed. His head falling back on the pillow as he continued to recover from their passionate love making. Reaching over he pulled her to his side her head resting on his chest and shoulder. Kat could hear his heart beating hard inside his chest as he kissed the top of her head. "If you want me to go I understand, if you want me to stay I am happy to stay as well." Leaning don again he kissed her. Panting as she recovered, she leaned against him, listening to the sound of his heart beating. She seemed to debate for a moment before answering him. “You can stay,” she pressed her lips to his chest. Cuddling up against him, she relaxed and eventually fell asleep. Her sleep was anything but peaceful, she had bad dreams and she squirmed a lot. It was nearly dawn when she finally decided to just get up. Sneaking away from Dylan to not wake him she shrugged on his shirt and headed downstairs. Making coffee, she took a cup and headed out to the porch. Sitting on the porch swing she watched the mist in the air, listened to the animals that moved around in the forest that surrounded her home. Smiling as she thought of last night. She was glad it finally happened, but she knew eventually she’d have to move on, when her ex found her, she’d have no choice. She just hoped she wouldn’t hesitate when that day came, and she hoped Dylan would recover from her sudden disappearance. But the brunette shook her head, no need to think like that yet. She could just enjoy the moment for now. Dylan was generally a light sleeper troubled by his own dreams but after falling asleep once Kat had he slept peacefully and deeper than he had in a long time. When he did wake he found the bed empty, sitting up he looked around and reached down and pulled on his jeans, and boots, only to find his shirt missing. Moving to the bathroom he splashed some water on his face smiling at himself in the mirror. Last night had been incredible, and he was glad it had not just been a dream. Heading downstairs he could smell the coffee and followed the scent pouring a cup before looking around for Kat not seeing her anywhere. When he saw the front door opened he moved to it smiling as he saw her sitting on the porch swing. Smiling he stepped outside, "So that's where my shirt went. " He said grinning. "Mind if I join you for a while, I won't bother you too long I am sure you have things to do, and I don't want to be in the way." Smiling he walked over towards her and took a seat next to her on the swing. "Last night was incredible Kat, well worth the wait that is for sure. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." Taking a drink of coffee he looked out over the yard and smiled it was nice here, quiet and serene, unlike his small apartment. Kat glanced over as Dylan came outside, "Sure," She said, motioning for him to join her. "You aren't in the way, but I've got some errands to run." She took a slow drink of her coffee. "I've got the day off today, I was thinking, if you were free tonight, I'd get some ingredients for dinner and make something up for us." She offered. She couldn't cook worth shit, but she could grill, so she was thinking of making steaks, potatoes and maybe veggie kabobs. Leaning into him as they sat together on the swing, drinking coffee in the early morning. Finishing her coffee she stretched her legs out, his shirt just barely covering her body. "I definitely enjoyed every moment of it." She grinned, "I hope it'll happen again," Dylan smiled as he saw her in his shirt she looked very sexy, as she said sure he moved over and sat down giving her a kiss. "Well I don't have much going on today myself to be honest, dinner sounds great. Just say when and I will be here." As she leaned into him as they drank their coffee he placed his arm around her holding her close. He did not normally spend the night with most of the women he had known since joining the club, but this was different he had been interested in Kat for quite some time. When she said she definitely enjoyed every moment of the night before he smiled. "Good I'm glad I enjoyed it very, very much myself Kat, and I certainly want to have it happen again as well. Since getting out of the military I have never really felt like much was stable in my life, I think I could use a bit of stability and I certainly want to see you going forward whenever I can. But if it's ever too much just let me know." Leaning over he kissed her again. Smiling so is there anything under that t-shirt, and how soon do you have to start running errands?" he said grinning she was so arousing and wearing just his shirt didn't hurt how sexy she was. She tipped her head up to kiss him back softly, Then she laughed, "Nope, not a thing," She teased, she was entirely naked under the shirt. "Oh I've got an hour or two before I need to go." She said as she finished her coffee and set the mug on the table next to her. Leaning over she kissed him again as she turned to face him, sliding her arms around his neck. She was so happy this finally happened, she'd been wondering what it would be like, with Dylan. And she enjoyed being in a relationship, when it was good. She liked being here with Dylan, sharing a lazy morning with him. Dylan smiled as she said not a thing. When she kissed him he kissed her back eagerly one hand moving to her thigh and sliding up towards her center his fingers between her legs. As the kiss broke he smiled at her, he had not intended anything else happening but just sitting here with her was enough to kick his arousal into gear as he kissed her again his tongue pushing into her mouth to dance with her own. "An hour or two eh?" He grinned at her "Well why don't we enjoy a bit of that time here and then I can take you back to get your car, and we can have breakfast together, than I can come back later when you are done getting what you need done. We can have dinner and if you are not sick of me we can spend the night together if that isn't to forward, I know we just took this step and I don't want to rush you even though I think we have both been beating around the proverbial bush for some time now." leaning into him as they kissed, she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling, "That sounds lovely to me." She murmured, "That's not too forward, I would love to spend the night with you," She nuzzled against him. "Yes, we have, now we have a lot of time to make up for." She kissed him again, her body pressing against his. Little did she know that her afternoon would not go as planned. Her pale eyes watched him as her hands stroked through his hair as she rested against him. Dylan returned her kiss eagerly and smiled as she said they had time to make up for. Her hands in his hair, he let him move around her waist to hold her close his hands moving to grab her firm ass in them squeezing gently. He could not help himself last night had been incredible, and he wanted more, she was like a drug, one taste and he wanted more. As the kiss broke he looked into her eyes and smiled." Can I bring anything tonight for dinner? You name it and I will get it." He said grinning like a mouse who had finally found the cheese. Sitting in his lap she would feel his arousal growing beneath her pressing against he parted legs. Groaning lowly as she felt his arousal against her. Rocking to tease them both, "Mmm, just some wine," She murmured, "How do you feel about steaks, for dinner?" she asked, after tending the bar for so long, she knew what most of the guys liked and disliked as far as food and drinks. So she didn't think he'd have a problem with it But she figured it was better to ask." I should have dinner done by 6:30ish." She murmured against his lips, as she kissed him again, her tongue tangling with his, her hands shifting to grip his shoulders. Dylan smiled as she said just some wine and then asked if steaks were ok. "That sounds great, I will bring a bottle of wine, and see you at 6:30. Now before I go I think we need to revisit last night's activities before I go." That said he returned her kiss eagerly, his cock now rocks hard and pressing through his jeans against her sex. Wrapping his arms around her his hands settling on her ass he lifted her as he stood and carried back in the house towards the bedroom. Kissing her deeply the entire way, once there he set her down on the bed and peeled off his own clothing. Looking down at her his long thick cock standing upright as he moved onto the bed with her, and kissed her his legs moving between her own. One hand reaching down to rub the head of his cock along and then between her pussy lips back and forth slowly. She laughs as he lifted her up, eagerly pressing her body against his as she wrapped her arms and legs around his body as he carted her up to the bed. Returning his deep kisses, grinning against his lips as he laid her down on the bed, she yanked the shirt she wore, tossing it aside. Parting her legs easily for him, groaning as she felt his cock rubbing against her entrance. Her hips bucked, begging him for more, needing his touch. Dylan smiled as she tore off his shirt tossing it aside in her eagerness. As she laid there kissing him still his own need pressing against her. He could already feel the heat of her pussy as his length slid back and forth across her outer lips the head circling her clit. He wanted her so badly and it seemed she wanted him just as much. After a few more teasing strokes over her outer lips he positioned the head of his cock and pushed into her ever so slowly savoring every inch as he entered her incredibly tight pussy. It felt amazing around his cock, and once he was fully inside her as far as he could go he moaned. Looking into her eyes as he stayed inside of her. "You feel so freaking good Kat." Slowly he started to move in and out of her in long deep strokes slowly as he claimed her lips again in a lustful kiss. Kat's hips arched and bucked as he pressed inside of her. The feeling of him filling her so completely was wonderful and overwhelming in the best possible way. Her nails scraped down his back as pleasure coursed through her body. As he found a pace, Kat's hips began to move in time, meeting him thrust for thrust, her tongue tangling with his as they kissed again. Body arching to rub against his as she moaned lowly, the sound muffled by their kiss. Dylan felt her fall into rhythm with his own thrusts as he fucked her. Slowly building up his pace thrusting into her harder and then slowing and taking long deep strokes. He never kept the same speed or power more than a few minutes. His own moans echoing in her bedroom. It felt incredible to be inside of her, even after just making love the night before he was amazed at how much he craved her already. He continued to kiss and thrust into her, one hand moving to caress her clit, eager to make her cum, even though he did not think he would do so very quickly. Gasping as his fingers toyed with her clit, her hips bucked, pleasure flooding her. Eagerly meeting his kiss, her hands gripped his shoulders, hips rocking as he thrust into her over and over again. It amazed her, even though they'd been together last night, her body ached for him, and it didn't take much to drive her crazy. Suddenly her body tensed up, pleasure swamped her as her orgasm hit her body like a tidal wave, she cried out in pleasure. Dylan smiled into the kiss as he heard and felt her orgasm wash over her, as her tight pussy clamped down around his cock as if trying to pull him even deeper or to draw his own cum from him. It was incredible the way it felt to be thrusting into her as she came. His own moans echoing her own. He knew he had not put on a condom so as he got closer and closer and just before his release he pulled out and let his cum spray over her pubic mound and belly, his cock jerking with each wave of his own orgasm. "Ohhh Yes! He groaned as he came. Even cumming outside of her pussy was intense as his cum splattered onto her abdomen. As she panted, recovering from her climax, she felt his hit, his cum splattering across her body, breathing raggedly as she recovered she didn't mind that they'd made a mess. That was part of the fun. She'd have to shower quick before she ran errands, but that's alright. Grinning up at him as she laid sprawled out on the bed, looking totally content. Dylan smiled down at her as he regained his own breath, before kissing her deeply. Collapsing on the bed next to her. "I could get used to this, that was just as good as last night if not better WOW. You are an incredible woman Kat." Turning his head he kissed her tenderly. "Sorry about the mess I only had the one condom with me, and I didn't want to stop entirely it felt to incredible." Smiling he sat up and moved to the bathroom coming back with some toilet paper and wiping up the mess he had made before taking and flushing it. Smiling at her naked form on the bed as he looked down at her. "I know what I am going to be thinking about all day." he said with a grin. She laughs softly, "I don't mind the mess. The mess is half the fun." She sat up, watching him clean up a little. "I'll get the laundry in the wash while I'm running errands." Sliding off the bed, she grinned, "I'm going to shower quick." She strolled into the bathroom, leaving the door open in case he wanted to join her. Starting the hot water she waited for it to get almost too hot before she stepped into the shower. At mention of the shower Dylan followed her stepping under the hot water after her. It felt incredible he had always enjoyed hot showers on his body, but usually before the end switched the water to cold. As he stood with her under the water he kissed her again. "I want you to know how great last night and this morning were. It was a long buildup up but more than worth the wait Kat. You are an incredible woman, what we shared was not wasted on me." Kissing her again he put shampoo in his hand and started to wash her hair, massaging her scalp as he cleaned it thoroughly once done he grabbed the scrunchie and put soap on it before washing her body as well. Once done washing her he started to use the scrunchie on his own body. Once fully rinsed off he kissed her again and hugged her tightly against his chest. She enjoyed his hands on her as he washed her, once he was finished, she returned the favor, cleaning him up. "I'm glad you thought the same of it that I did," She murmured, "I'm very selective who I let into my home and even pickier on who I let into me bed. I'm glad I chose well." She grinned, leaning in to kiss him in return, tucking against his chest. After a moment she stepped out, tugging him with, to get towels and dry their bodies off. Once she was dried off, she tugged on her jeans and a snug tank top, before brushing her hair and tying it up in a ponytail. "Well, thank you for a fantastic night, and I look forward to seeing you tonight," She grinned over at Dylan. Dylan was glad she felt the same way. As they exited the shower and dressed he smiled at her. "Thank you for an incredible night, the best night I have had in a very long time Kat." Once dressed he gave her a hug and a kiss. "I am going to get out of your hair and let you do your errands I will be back at 6. Are you still up for breakfast or do you just want to go and get your car?" I don't have anything planned that am aware of." Once she was ready he led her outside giving her the helmet from his bike and helping her on before climbing on himself and starting the engine. She grinned, "Breakfast sounds good," Sliding on her shoes, she followed him outside, sliding the helmet into place on her head. Straddling the bike behind Dylan, she wrapped her arms around his waist, she was so happy that tonight had finally happened. But she worried about the long term. This was the longest she'd ever stayed in one place, and it was only a matter of time until Ben found her. Once he did, she'd have to run again, she hated the idea of disappearing from Dylan's life without so much as a goodbye. Sighing she knew she shouldn't worry about that now, she should just enjoy the moment, until it changed. Dylan started the bike and drove to the nearest diner. Ordering breakfast they ate and talked a while before he drove her back to her car. As they reached it he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Smiling he looked into her eyes. "Ok I will see you tonight and bring a bottle of wine. I am very much looking forward to it. Last night was amazing I am very glad we finally moved past the flirting." Kissing her again he smiled and stepped back "call me if you need anything else. I will pick it up on my way" Kat enjoyed breakfast with Dylan, and before she knew it, they were at her truck, kissing goodbye. "I'll see you tonight," She murmured, before sliding into her truck. She headed to the grocery store first, before going home. Getting stuff put away, she did laundry and got the house cleaned up, her general chores. Realizing she'd forgotten a couple of things for dinner she headed back into town, luckily it was quick trip, and she was pulling back into her driveway before long. She was busy thinking about Dylan and their evening she failed to notice the flower pot knocked over on her porch, or the window slightly open. But she honestly didn't remember if she'd left the window open or not. She went to the fridge, planning on putting the last few items in there. She heard a small shuffle and she turned. Her eyes widened, the wine bottle fell from her grasp. Shattering across the floor “Hello Katherine," Her eyes remained fixated on her ex-husband.”Get the hell out of my house,” Kat snarled. Ben stalked towards her, “You will not speak to me that way,” he grabbed at her. She dodged him and the man glared, “Now Katherine, you need to quit. You’re only making this worse for yourself,” he lunged for her again. Kat fought like hell. She wouldn’t have fought the last time Ben found her three and half years ago but now, now she wasn’t going to put up with it. She kicked and struck, bloodying her knuckles. Furthermore, she didn’t stop when he struck her or when his feet kicked her. Furthermore, she cried out when his fist met her face, bloodying her lip. But she still didn’t stop, fearing he’d kill her if she did.Finally, she got hold of a knife. Swinging it, it sliced Ben across the rib cage, nothing major by the got her point across. “Get the hell out of my house.” She ordered again, panting, eyes wild with the fight to survive. Maybe it was surprise, but Ben backed down. Saying he’d be back the man left. Hands shaking Kat dropped the knife. Her clothes were bloody and torn, she sunk to the floor of the kitchen. Stuff from her counters were all over the floor, glass was broken, the bloody knife lay on the floor next to her. Most of the blood on her wasn’t hers, but some was from her bloody lip and her bloody nose. She knew Dylan would be here soon, so she just waited. Not thinking of the scene he’d arrive to. Her front door open, blood dripping from Nick’s wounds from the porch to the kitchen. Her kitchen was a disaster, glass from cups and from the wine bottle all over, a bloody knife and general stuff from her counter. Kat sat against a cabinet, dazed from her ex slamming her head against the wall, blood on her face form the split lip, bloody knuckles and bruised in her face, and they’d be on her torso too. All if her injuries were rather minor, but they didn’t look that way at the moment. Dylan arrived early as always and upon seeing her door open and blood he rushed inside and to the kitchen where he found her. Rushing over he kneeled beside her. "Kat what happened who did this are you hurt whose blood is all over the place. It doesn't look like it is yours." Reaching up to the counter he grabbed a washcloth and then turned on the cold water wiping her face. "Who did this Kat tell me I will kill him, I won't let him hurt you again." Wiping her face he tried to clean her up helping her to her feet and over to a chair. He was furious they may have only just slept together the night before, but he cared for her. Kat I'm here for you tell me what happened. Her head was still throbbing as Dylan arrived. Wincing as he wiped her face with a cloth. "I had an ex-husband. A violent one." She muttered, ducking her head a bit, she hated admitting this. "I've been running from him for a long time. He always finds me." She said as she sat in the chair. "He found me again," She said quietly, her body trembling from the fight, the adrenaline and the fear. Swallowing thickly as she thought about running, she hated the idea of leaving, she loved her life here, but she didn't have a choice, Ben would never stop. "Most of the blood isn't mine. I stabbed him," She said as she looked down at herself, the bruises, some blood on her, dripping from her face, and some splattered from when she stabbed Ben. Dylan seethed with rage as Kat told him about her ex-husband. "Where is he, I'll make sure he never hurts you again Kat. That son of a bitch will pay for this. Do you know where he went?" Helping her up slowly, he helped her to a chair. "Do you have a first aid kit, So I can clean you up. Then maybe take a shower. I will be here I promise you he won't set a foot in here again." Dylan found the kit and set to cleaning her up only finding minor wounds he took care of her before hugging her tightly. "Go take a shower we can get rid of those clothes while you shower I will clean up out here." he kissed her forehead tenderly ND hugged her. "I wish I would have been here earlier Kat." She told him where the first aid kit was, and sat patiently while he tended other wounds. "I don't know where he went. He's originally from Miami." She mused, Standing up slowly, she snuggled against him when he hugged her. "A shower would feel good." Her body ached from the fight. Reluctantly stepping away from him and going upstairs to shower. She spent a long time, just sitting on the floor of the shower, Just letting the hot water hit her as she sat with her knees against her chest. Her emotions were running wild, a few tears escaped as she sat under the steaming water. Dylan looked around trying to straighten up for her before trying to see if there were any clues as to where her ex might have gone. He was still angry and frustrated. They may have only just had sex, but he cared about her. He had for a while after cleaning up he moved upstairs and into the bathroom. "Are you ok Kat? Maybe you should come stay with me at my apartment for a couple of days. "I will stay here and if you're ex shows deal with him." She heard the door open and sniffled a bit, wincing, god she hated crying. "Sure. I don't really want to stay here tonight." She said as she stood up. Stepping out of the shower, she didn't care that he saw her naked, even covered in bruises. "Dylan, please be careful. Ben is a cop. And he's as mean as a snake." She said as she wrapped a towel around herself. Dylan smiled at her. "Sounds like this pig needs a lesson. Don't worry I will be careful, and I will make sure he never bothers you again Kat. I am not exactly without skills when it comes to violence. What's his full name, I will see if I can find where he is staying and pay him a visit. I won't let him hurt you again Kat." She chewed on her lower lip for a moment. "Benjamin Patterson." She said finally, before she moved into her bedroom, a hitch in her stride, hurting from the beating she took. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, leaving her wet hair hanging loose. Dylan smiled at her and once she was dressed he helped her collect a few things. "Let's get you to my place we can order a pizza and relax tomorrow I will head over to your place and see what I can find." Leading her out he led the way her following in her car. Once there he showed her inside. Once in he made a quick call to an old friend asking for information about Benjamin. His friend told him to give him a bit of time, and he would get back to Dylan." Packing a bag, she was happy to get out of the house for the evening. Following Dylan to his house, she made her way inside. "Thanks," She murmured, sliding her shoes off. "I had such better plans for this evening, instead of pizza." She chuckled, hating that their evening got ruined. Dylan smiled at her. "Don't sweat it Kat I am happy to have you here, regardless of the situation. I want to know you are safe where that bastard can't get to you. Pizza is fine it's the company I was looking forward to." Dylan hugged her in his arms gently not wanting to hurt her already sore body. Picking up the phone he ordered a pizza. About thirty minutes later it arrived just before a phone call came in. Dylan answered and talked for a minute or two. Hanging up he looked to Kat." I know where he is staying I am going to head over there and tell him to leave you alone. If he doesn't want to then I will convince him." She snuggled into his arms, soon enough the pizza arrived and Kat was starving. Frowning, when he said he was going to see Ben. "He won't be reasoned with. In his eyes, I'm still his. He doesn't' care about the divorce. He's followed me for 4 years." She said as she put pizza on a plate for herself and grabbed a glass of water. "Trust me Kat I can be very persuasive, when I need to be. I will be back I am going to pick up a couple of guys from the club on the way." Kissing her he headed out. Along the way meeting two guys from the club. Within a few minutes. Once they reached the hotel, he knocked on the door to Ben's room. As the door opened Dylan threw a punch striking him in the face shattering his nose and moving inside with the guys from the club closing the door behind them. Once I side the beating continued Dylan and his club mates pummeling Ben I to a bloody pulp. Making it perfectly clear that if he even came with a mile of Kat they would find him and the next time he would wind up such feet under. As they were leaving Ben grabbed his gun and opened fire hitting one of Dylan's club mates. Dylan lunged at Ben grabbing the gun, and they struggled the gun went off a bullet striking Ben in the chest. Dylan stood up and left Ben helping his club brother out of the hotel. Heading to their bikes they split up. Dylan going to his apartment and the others to the clubhouse.

Biker x Bartender [Semper Fi & JaredSyn]|rating:2.0

The Maiden and the Manticore (Lycana & StingWolf)

The world is in great peril, the Magical Maiden has been targeted. A woman whose beauty is without equal as are her powers was now in great danger as the Hunters have targeted her. The Hunters are a powerful clan of warriors and archers that do just as their name implies, they hunt and this time there prey is the Magical Maiden. It’s not only the Hunters that seek to claim the maiden for their own. The Grand Shogun has sent a legion of his own warriors to take the Maiden back to become the wife of the shogun. Both of these groups are very powerful and shouldn’t be trifled with, and of course it happens that these two groups are rivals. The Hunters are seekers of freedom. Well, to be more accurate just the freedom to hunt whatever and whoever they want. The numbers of Hunters is quite staggering, and while most of them fight individually, they all share a common goal and thus give one another respect. The Hunters do not have anyone one leader, instead they are lead by the top hunter of each of the areas. These people are known as the Master Hunters and there is a total of fifteen Master Hunters. The Master Hunters gather from time to time to discuss the means for survival as well as what would be the next big prize. One of them suggested that the Magical Maiden is the prize. They all agreed rather quickly, but decided to make things more interesting. And so there was a reward put out, the hunter that captures the maiden will become the sixteenth Master Hunter. The only rules were that they could not slay a fellow hunter and that the target needed to be brought back alive. As for the other group, it is a vast empire that covers at least a third of the planet. Warriors of all calibers serve in the empire. However, things are not so simple here. The Emperor is nothing but a political tool. The one that holds the power of the nation’s powerful military force is the Grand Shogun. By order of the Grand Shogun, the Magical Maiden is to be taken to the capital city where she will be made the wife of the Grand Shogun. The warrior that brings the maiden is to be rewarded with one wish that was in the shogun’s power to grant. Whether it be property, wealth, women, or a title of honor, the shogun has given his word that it shall be done. Of course, in this world of magic and might, nothing is ever what it seems. And both groups will find out that they have a new enemy as a man enters the monastery where the maiden resides and is guarded by loyal vigilant, powerful, and loyal monks. The man forces his way through the monastery, slaying any foe in his path. He is indeed a powerful man or perhaps something much more. As he arrived at the doors to the chamber of the maiden, he takes a deep breath before pushing them open. The doors to the inner chamber of the monastery swung open. In the doorway stood a man in red cloth. The man was clearly a fighter based on his appearance alone. He had hand wraps and foot wraps, and since he had gotten past the guards it should have been obvious that he was a powerful hand-to-hand fighter. He moved closer to his target, a beautiful maiden that was guarded and kept safe in the monastery. On his chest was a scar that looked like it might have been part of a large scar that he hid under his clothes, but there was definitely the sign of one.“Woman.” He spoke to the Magical Maiden, his voice was powerful and definitely not human. This man was more than he appeared to be, more than just a simple and dangerous fighter. “You’re coming with me.” He spoke as he moved farther into the chamber, no fear in his eyes despite walking into the chamber of one of the last true magic users. It was simple, the man didn’t fear magic as he was immune to it. “Now gather your stuff.” He spoke, his voice demanding of the maiden. His eyes were a blood-red color and he had wild spiky brown hair. He had tan skin and a muscular build. He was fast and strong as well as fearless. But, why was he here? The monks here are a peaceful people that practice combat as a form of strict self-defense. Surely he couldn’t be here simple to wipe out the monastery. It must have been for the maiden herself. Being born with magical powers would lead some to seek her out and use her whether it be for her beauty or her power. However, with the monastery monks the protection of the Magical Maiden had been flawless, until now anyway.“What’s your name woman?” The man asked, almost as if he looked down on her. He didn’t seem to be a ‘people person’ or even a person. He had a strange aura about him, one that was both bloodthirsty and highly protective. From the outside could be heard footsteps. However, they seemed to be far off yet very loud. It must have meant that there was an army here. “Are you ready to leave?” He asked the maiden as the army got closer and closer. The march of thousands entering the monastery didn’t even make this man a little bit nervous. It was as if it were part of the plan.((()) The quick silver of Marilyn's eyes swirled and flared when they flashed open as the intruder entered the monastery and with a soft cry she was on her feet. The pure white of her robes swirled around her, its hem swaying around her ankles with the faint breeze the night sky carried through the narrow slits for windows high above her head just beneath the lavish etchings running along the top of the walls just beneath the monastery's large domed roof. Around her were delicate images of art and finery, tapestries, red as the blood that surely was spilled with the deaths of the monks that had protected and nurtured her for so long. Yet none of the fine details caught her attention as she raced as far back from the large double doors that entered her room. With her back to the doors it was only the soft squeak from behind her that alerted her to the stranger's presence. Closing her eyes tightly she struggled to relax every muscle within her body, although her tension grew with each step, each word that left his lips. Gritting her teeth roughly yet refusing to dignify this unknown man by turning to face him, she growled out, "I'm not going with you or anyone else. Why can't you people just leave me alone?" Her words came out with every ounce of her fury and righteous anger behind it, lashing out at him in a form of magic she never before had to use. As quick as a whip wielded by a master's hand and just as sharp, her words should have had the force behind them to dig deeply into his flesh causing numerous wounds across his body yet when no cry of pain reached her ears, Marilyn froze where she stood. With her fury becoming muddled by her confusion, why wasn't he affected? Placing an open palm on the wall before her, the Magical Maiden once more allowed her eyes to slip closed as her mind reached out and around her. Where once she felt the lively, warmth of the monks' auras, the people who cared so much for her, she felt... nothing. There were no loving thoughts, no peaceful tranquility of meditation, no inquisitive minds searching for the truths of their worlds. There was nothing, a coldness that seeped into her lush figure, making her tremble in fear. This man killed them. Every last one of them. And felt no remorse. Finally turning to face him in her fury, she once again froze in her tracks when her gaze finally landed on him. He was... different. So much so that even his aura screamed danger, violence, pain... And a protective streak she could feel run deeply through his very core. Who.... No, what was this guy? She didn't know and not understanding drove her to take a small step towards him, studying him closely as though he were another diagram in one of the books that lined self after self along the south wall. Brushing his question aside with an impatient flick of her hand, Marilyn's eyes narrowed until not more than a faint silver shown through her dark eyelashes. Pale fingers, made even paler by the darken raven of her hair, brushed a stray curl from her forehead to tuck it back in place within the interface bindings of her hair. Her soft, naturally pink bottom lip stuck out in a small frown while fingers tapped impatiently upon her hips and all the while she starred at him as though by merely looking hard enough she could see what he was hiding." What are you?" She finally asked, her eyes stilled narrowed while her gaze swept the red robed colored man before her. Never before had someone like him crossed her path, but her attention was soon diverted to heavy sound of countless footfalls nearing the monastery. Jerking her head up to look over this stranger's shoulder, she glared at the double doors of her chamber, willing them to close and lock. Although she was perfectly aware such an action would do little to stop what sounded to be an army approaching it was just enough to buy a few precious seconds of her freedom. "What do you want from me?" “He, I guess there’s no point in hiding it.” He spoke after he was asked what he was. His voice still powerful, otherworldly, nothing like the voice of a normal human. Within an instant a tail formed behind him, the tail of a scorpion. “I’m not human... and what I want is \n’t from you. It is you.” He wanted to take her, to have her as his own. Knowing that magic couldn’t affect him made him in all likelihood her most dangerous foe. Although the sounds of an army might not have been very inviting.“No, listen to me closely, because I will not repeat myself.” He moved closer to his target his tail moving behind him, as if locked onto her. “There is an army outside, and I can assure you that they aren’t here for me.” The army was coming for one purpose and one purpose only. They wanted the maiden. The Grand Shogun wanted the maiden at any costs and send an army to demolish the monastery and take her. “Now, you are coming with me regardless of what you do.” The sounds of the approaching army was growing louder and louder with each passing moment.“My name is Leon, Leon Seraph to be exact. This is my true form.” He spoke as his body was changing, his clothes vanishing as he took the form of a beast. He was a legendary creature, a manticore. Quite monstrous creatures of myth. They have the body and mane of a lion, the face of a human, the tail of a scorpion, and of course there were those fearsome wings. The teeth of the manticore were in three rows and fairly sharp, like the teeth of a shark. “Your magic will not work on a majestic manticore such as myself.” He boasted.“Now, you only have two choices, to come with me willingly or not.” His tail moved rapidly, like he was itching for a chance to use his sting. “Or perhaps you want to be temporarily paralyzed and taken by force? I leave that decision to you. But you better decide fast, or I will decide for you.” He wanted to take her and get away from the approaching army, and with his wings that wouldn’t be much of a foot. However, once they get too close there is always the fear of the archers hitting him while he tries to escape. “Now, what’s it going to be woman?” He called her woman simply because he didn’t have her name. Although, he clearly looked down on humans, so perhaps he would have called her by her gender regardless of her name. His red eyes were locked onto Marilyn. He moved ever closer to her as he waited for her answer in moments he would just sting her with his paralyzing poison and take her away. As he stepped towards her, his paws pushed against the ground. While he didn’t break the ground with them, it seemed like it might have been entirely possible. He walked with such grace and power, truly a creature that was both majestic and terrifying.((Leon with just the tail out: (true form: ()) Completely terrified as she was Marilyn could do little but fall back against the wall, the hem of her robe lifting slightly to reveal pale yet shapely calves. She was furious he would not only demand her go with him yet also fully assume she would willingly be his, body, heart and soul. But the intense horror she felt as he threatened to take her paralyzed body where ever he wished quickly calmed the fiery passion of her anger. With her gaze trained so completely on the almost hypnotic weaving of his tail it came as a shock to her when army's approach became louder, more distinct. Quickly, her eyes flashed to the shut and locked double doors of her chambers, half expecting the first few soldiers to come bursting across gold colored tile of the monastery floor before dropping back to the manticore that seemed so determined to possesses her. With her back pressed tightly against the cool wall of her room, she quickly a bit back the questions that threatened to spill from her lips at any given moment. Even in the throes of terror she found her curiosity to be piqued and seeking the answers she knew he held. Yet that fear, the gut-wrenching, all-consuming fear she felt with the knowledge that wasting time as she was allowed the approaching army to draw nearer and pushed Leon as far as towards piercing her soft skin to temporarily paralyze her as he so seemingly ached to do. Aaralyn bit her lip roughly, her unease causing her to become skittish and slide along the wall in a futile attempt to escape the massive creature the man and shifted into. Feeling almost as though she were the scared prey backing away from the fearsome predator, the maiden moved along the wall, silver eyes flashing as she refused to look elsewhere, until her back hit the side of one of the many mahogany bookshelves along the wall. One shaking hand gripped the edge of the shelf tightly until her knuckles shown deathly white with the force of her grip. Stowing away her scholar-like inquisitive mind for a later time when he was no longer so intimidating to her much slighter form, she searched desperately within herself to find some form of courage and inner strength. Despite her fear she had no desire to allow her voice to betray her with a crack or a whisper of the terror that still gripped her. Finally as she steeled herself, she lifted her chin high to show him the stubborn will that burned brightly in her eyes, allowing her profile to be cast upon the wall by the flickering of candles spread throughout the room. "My name is Marilyn and I would appreciate it if you would address me as such." Throughout this short exchange the young woman contemplated her chances of running through the wide doors and finding a way of making it to freedom by avoiding the Shogun's men. Her chances didn't seem to be in her favor and the concept of being totally helpless, paralyzed in Leon's care terrified her far more than simply allowing herself to be whisked away to where ever he planned on taking her. At least unparalyzed she had some chance, despite how slim that chance was, of fighting him should things get worse than what they were already. "I will go with you," she spoke softly, slowly as though being careful of what she said, "without the aid of being paralyzed." “Fine, Marilyn.” He spoke strongly with his powerful voice. Then when she agreed to come with him willingly without having to be paralyzed he nodded and then roared out, “As you wish!!” With that he ran towards her, his powerful paws beating against the floor. He didn’t have much time before he too would be trapped by the soldiers, and he didn’t feel like getting attacked by those lowly humans. With his teeth he grabbed Marilyn by he clothes, careful not to bite her. He threw up gently and quickly onto his back before turning around towards the door.“Hang on tightly.” He ordered her as he began to run at the double doors at full speed. Right before reaching the doors Leon jumped and pushed his front paws out. His raw strength able to rib through the doors, swinging them open as a velocity to knock down the first few soldiers to reach the door. His wings now carried them as he flew overhead. The soldiers were shocked at first, but then soon burst into a fearful uproar. The archers were readying there arrows when their commander stopped them. “You fools, don’t shoot!! It has the maiden!!” The commander yelled out. The commander couldn’t risk the safety of the maiden as she was to be brought to the shogun. A loud roar could be heard from the beast as it flew away.“Hahaha!!” Leon laughed as he flew through the sky with the maiden. “Did you see the look on their faces?!” He asked Marilyn, as if he were expecting an answer, but it was a rhetorical question. He was such a powerful creature, it was unsure why he would have wanted to take the maiden. With his power surely there wasn’t much that could be done to stop him. “So, Marilyn was it? Tell me, how does it feel to be in the presence of the last true manticore?” He asked her, this time truly expecting an answer. He had already given her a bit more information about himself, letting her know that he was the last of his kind. "Oh n-" she began her protest when Leon suddenly ran towards her, heavy paws hitting the ground causing it to vibrate and shake beneath her own feet and, in her fear, she pressed her body all the tighter to the wooden bookshelf behind her, shrinking away as best as she could before she was lifted high in the air. A squeak of shock was ripped from her slim throat as her robes tore slightly beneath the sharp rows of his teeth and as soon as her body came into contact with the broad expanse of his back she clung to him, her hands fisted in his lush mane, legs straddling his back while her face burrowed between his shoulder blades as her body lightly trembled from a height she was unaccustomed to. Biting her lip roughly against the snide comment that fell to the tip of her tongue when he commanded she holds on, she instead contented herself with baring her teeth at his pompous attitude and purposefully dug her nails sharply into his broad shoulders, piercing flesh with tiny pinpricks. Before Marilyn could do much more however, the manticore was soon rushing towards the closed doors and throwing them open with one powerful lunge sending a few soldiers flying against the opposite wall of the hall while others were trampled beneath Leon's giant paws. The wiser of the soldiers hung back, archers raising arrows to take aim causing the maiden to duck her head and cling all the tighter to his mighty form until the commander's voice fluttered to her as he screamed to his men to cease their aim. Taking a deep nervous breath, she poked her head up and over Leon's large side, her silver eyes locked onto the commander's gaze just as the man snarled his frustration as they took to the air. A soft whimper parted pink lips and a rosy hue crept to her high cheekbones as the chill winds swept past her. Where was he taking her? Why did he want her? It was clear he looked down on all humankind, so what did he gain from having her? With narrowed eyes, she glared heatedly at him, her body shifting on top of him until both legs lay closed tightly together on the same side, almost riding side-saddle save for the fact that her body was turned in the same direction as her legs. Ignoring the powerful voice that floated to her on the breeze, Marilyn glanced down-and-out watching the monastery, her only home for years, become nothing more than a spark in the night as the Grand Shogun's men lit it ablaze. Tears threatened to consume her, and it was with a few soothing breathes and remembrance of the monks who had cared so deeply for her that kept them at bay. Reaching an oddly steady hand up, she rubbed the back of her neck gently before her nails once again dug deeply into Leon's flesh, this time right above his ribs as she finally spoke. "I thank you for saving me from the Shogun's army, but I feel I have overstayed my welcome," with that she pushed herself off from the manticore's back, her arms tight to her sides and legs straight as gravity pulled her down. Trusting in the magic that flowed so steadily within her, she envisioned a sheer cocoon to protect her in the fall and when the ground rushed to meet her, she allowed her body to roll to distribute the slight discomfort of impact with the ground across her body. It was still incredibly painful, yet the cocoon protected her enough to stop from any serious damage being taken. Slowly standing, she waved her hand to dispel the magic as she glanced around quickly, taking in the open plain and meadow she had landed in. With how powerful the manticore was she highly doubted she'd be able to fight him but with any luck the initial shock of seeing her drop would be enough to afford her some time to begin running. Hiking the now torn and muddied white robe above her knees with one hand, she took off across the dark meadow, bare feet moving noiselessly as she ran through the dew covered grass, her attention divided between the sky as she searched for Leon and the unseen path she was taking. A mighty roar echoed through the skies as Marilyn jumped off. Turning around in the night sky he moved swiftly. The darkness was Marilyn’s aid, but the fact that Leon’s strength and speed far surpassed any human played to his advantage. He knew about where she had landed and flew further down. His roars were terrifying and loud. He flew overhead of Marilyn, unable to see her but knowing she was down there somewhere. As he flew his tail moved of its own accord. It fired poisonous spines into the ground nearby. He roared out. “You can’t hide from me!!” It was true, while Leon couldn’t see Marilyn’s exact location, he knew her general area. He had her scent now. More of the poisonous spines landed in the ground directly in front of Marilyn. He was trapping her with them. Using them as traps. One touch of the spines could paralyze its victim. However, it was indeed possible, although unlikely, that Leon could have used his lethal poison instead out of anger. A few of the poisonous spines landed in the ground right behind Marilyn. That’s when he had her. Landing loudly in the meadow, directly in front of Marilyn. He was growling low-pitched growl. He was obviously furious. His powerful paws stomping roughly on the ground of the meadow. “Did you really think I would let you go after all that work?” His voice was just as powerful and commanding as before. His question didn’t need an answer as it was clear what the answer was. “You need to learn your place.” He spoke, and his tail began to move erratically.“The Shogun isn’t the only one after you. The Hunters have claimed you to be their prize as well.” Leon informed Marilyn. He moved closer, his eyes glowing red in the night. He was a frightening and powerful creature. “I’m not giving you a choice. You’re coming with me no matter what.” At that time Leon returned to his human-like form. “In the forest north of here is a clear water pond. Until you learn your place that is where you will stay.” He spoke to her, very angry that she tried to get away from him. Leon’s tail came back out as it had the first time, but soon his hair and ears changed as well. It was his lion-like mane and ears like he had when he was in his true form. At that point large wings sprouted from his back tearing his shirt off and revealing the scar on his chest. It was a large painful looking scar. Something he must have gotten from one of his many battles. He moved up to her and put his arm around her before lifting her up unto his shoulder. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to make the same mistake of letting her ride on his back. This time he would move in his human form so he could keep a tight hold on her. “If you try to run again, I’ll paralyze you. If you try again after that... then I’ll have to kill you.” The truth was that he didn’t want to kill her. After all he needed her for some reason. "My place is away from you!" She yelled at him the only sign of her growing fear, her trembling form, all too feminine and fragile beneath the quivering white robes. "What do you want with me?" She demanded, her voice remaining strong as she searched for away out without touching the possibly poisonous spines. She didn't want this, didn't want to be here. Furthermore, she wanted the safety the monastery had provided for so long. If he had stayed away and left her guardian monks alone all of them could have easily survived the army's advances. With wide, fearful eyes, Marilyn trembled as Leon approached, had her magic worked on his she would have flung every offensive spell she could think of. But, for the first time is ages, she felt truly defenseless and it positively terrified her. Shrinking back she backed up as far as she dared, giving a loud cry of "no!" as his body started the transformation once again. Marilyn caught a quick glimpse of the horrible scar that ran the length of his broad chest and briefly wondered how and when he could have acquired such a large mark on his flesh, before she was hoisted carelessly over his shoulder, forcing her to grab on tightly for fear of falling head first behind him. Kicking and screaming, her fists pounded forcefully on his back, her silver eyes flashing with the promise of violence if he didn't put her down immediately. "Put me down, you... You brute! Why are you doing this?! There's nothing I can do for you!" Realizing her struggles were useless, she wiggled slightly to get at least remotely comfortable and turned her head to glare at the back of his head, a quick flick of her wrist brushing aside the silky strands of his mane that flowed easily across her cheeks with the breeze. "And what do you care if the Hunters are after me?!" “Shut up!!” Leon yelled at Marilyn. His voice trembling with anger. “The Hunters must die. That is all.” He flew through the air, ever graceful even while carrying Marilyn. “I’m going to kill all the Hunters. And if they’re targeting you that makes you the bait.” The truth was that he really couldn’t care less about the Shogun or Marilyn for that matter. The only thing that mattered to Leon was the death of all the hunters. It was something that happened in his past. Possibly it was the reason for the large ‘X’ shaped scar on his chest. Once they were in the forest Leon flew down. There was a small pond with a tiny house next to it. “Until you learn to be a good obedient little mage, this will be your home.” He spoke, his tone far darker than it had been before. Thinking about the hunters really made him angry. Something about them just screamed to Leon. He wanted to kill each and every Hunter. It was the reason he stole Marilyn away from the monastery. He put Marilyn down. “I’ve set up traps in this forest. Do not leave this clearing for any reason. Those traps are for the Hunters, they are meant to kill not capture.” Through the forest Leon had set up death traps for his enemies. “No, clean yourself up and get in the house.” He ordered her. He was done with her attitude it seemed. Furthermore, he was losing his patience and the look on his face was one of a man on the edge, filled with hatred and frustration. “Do you understand this situation? You don’t have any rights anymore, you belong to me now.”((Pictures I forgot to include in the last post: (()) Nearly hissing in her blind rage fueled continuously by the fear and frustration she felt around Leon, Marilyn stalked away as soon as her feet touched the ground, moving as far away from him as possible even when he continued to yell and order her around. Lost to her anger she nearly missed his warning about the forest, but luckily she caught what he was telling her just before she hit the tree-line causing her to divert her course towards the lake. She wanted to yell, she wanted to scream, she wants to rage and kick at him for being such an unfeeling pig but what little was left of her pride forced her to remain silent and merely walk away, her hands clenched into fists tightly at her side, back rim-rod straight and dignity shredded. Aaralyn struggled with herself to repress the urge to throw water at the large brute that kidnapped her as she stood on the lake's edge, her bare toes being licked by the cold water as it slowly lapped onto the rocky shore. The wind tossed her hair sending it flying about her in a dark halo as she gazed out to the rippling surface of the dark lake. Glancing up and out to the surrounding forests, Marilyn thought back to what Leon had told her as her anger slowly melted away. What was the hunters to the manticore? Why was he so vengeful towards their group yet care so little about the Shogun's army? Why use her as bait when Leon made it painfully clear he could take down what he considered to be such a lower life-form? The harsh 'X' that at the time barely registered to her heartbroken, angry mind now blared at her in her mind's eye. Surely that scar played a key role in what ever reasons Leon had for wanting the deaths of the Hunters. Giving a long, irritant sigh, the Magical Maiden stretched slowly and raised a delicate hand to scratch along the back of her neck, onliest than realizing just how beaten up and dirty she had become as her pale hand came away with flecks of dried blood beneath her nails and mud along her fingertips. Wrinkling her nose delicately, her hands strayed to the ties of her robes before rethinking the idea of undressing for fear Leon's eyes upon her and instead crouching low to scoop up the water and run it over the exposed, dirtied flesh, wetting her clothing slightly as she dunked her hair to wash it as best as she was able. Wringing her hair out, Marilyn slowly made her way to the tiny house, silver eyes quickly flickering across the small building and taking in every detail before she simply moved to sit on the porch, her body leaning against the house itself with her knees bent and tucked beneath her chin. Still lost in thought, she closed her eyes slowly and leaned her head against the wall, mumbling "I belong to no one... ever." Leon watched Marilyn’s reaction and even heard her mumble. His hearing was excellent, after all he was a manticore which also in a way meant he was part lion. He felt a little guilty about having to kidnap her. But it didn’t change how things were. He needed her for the bait in his trap. He desired the death of each one of the Hunters. Furthermore, he moved towards her as she sat on the porch. Silently he moved up to her and sat next to her. He gently put an arm around her. “Listen...” He started, even though his voice was filled with the power of the manticore he kept it gentle even warm to a degree. He felt a bit of guilt from this situation, and he expressed that. “I know this must be hard on you...” Then he spoke the truth to her, he wasn’t one to lie or keep that many secrets. “If I didn’t take you, you wouldn’t be in front of the Shogun now. That man at the temple, their ‘commander.’ He is a Hunter. He is also the same hunter that put this scar on me.“If he took you, he would have brought you to the Hunters, then he would have killed you. They would have killed you.” Even though Leon was powerful, in fact all manticores were powerful, the Hunters were worse. They managed to inflict such a painful wound onto Leon and managed to kill nearly all the manticores. Magic or no, they would have done the same with the maiden. They were prepared to face her, they knew what she was capable of, and they were not fools.“Perhaps you should just accept this is how things are and try to make the best of it.” He let her know before standing up and going inside the small house. He did feel a bit bad, not about killing the monks but for putting Marilyn in this situation. Furthermore, he didn’t care if she hated him for it. Furthermore, he just wanted to avenge his kin and kill the Hunters. But he wasn’t such a heartless creature that he enjoyed kidnapping Marilyn. To him, it was just something that needed to be done. Marilyn remained silent, stiff beside Leon as he talked, the weight and warmth of his arm making her unease and apprehensive while oddly calming the wild, uncontrollable surge of emotions and thoughts that bubbled and spilled over the cup that was her mind. His voice washed over her with the power it always carried yet the soft note within had her eyes searching for his, the silver within swirling to become molten mercury now that her anger had subsided enough to be replaced with the warm calm the monks had always associated with her, her emotions slightly singed by sadness as she remembered the monks who had cared for her for so long. So lost in her thoughts as he talked, she nearly missed what he told her about the Shogun's commander. Jerking in surprise as she processed this new information, Marilyn's brow furrowed in confusion. The Shogun's commander, a hunter? How is this possible? It's no secret the Shogun's hatred towards the legions of hunters, the Maiden's mind raced as she contemplated what could easily be the hunters' best infiltration. With her mind focused upon other matters, it wasn't until Leon removed his arm from around her slim frame and left her side did she realize she had been trembling, the chilly wind permeating the thin robe she wore easily. Reluctantly and still deep in thoughtfulness, the young beauty rose to join the manticore within the meager lodgings, bare feet crossing the wooden flooring as she gazed about the room, taking in the dead fireplace and simple furniture that garnished the room. Silently, she moved to sit in front of the fireplace, willing the spark of flames to arise and spark at the logs already within until a fire roared warmly, banishing the chill that had taken stock in her bones. "Leon?" She called out softly, her eyes trained on the slowly burning logs. "If the Shogun is unaware of his commander's true alliance wouldn't benefit you to inform the Shogun of the betrayal. That way you wouldn't need to use me to draw the hunters out? It's largely known that the Shogun is just looking for a reason to truly go after the hunters, this could be it." When Marilyn spoke about telling the Shogun of the betrayal he just smirked, “Well, aside from me seeing him for the first time since receiving this scar. I would have to say that maybe now telling the Shogun would be an option. Of course even now that wouldn’t work.” Leon moved behind Marilyn and put his hands gently on her shoulders and rubbed them, massaging them gently as he did so. His demeanor right now was very gentle and caring. It was a look at the real manticore, the one that was a fool.“The thing is... who is the Shogun going to believe? His trusted subordinate... or a manticore.” He knew that humans saw him as a terrifying monster. He saw humans as weak creatures, but the hunters were even worse in his eyes. Furthermore, he saw them as despicable and deserving of the worst kind of death. To him, the Shogun and his men were saints compared to the Hunters. Leon stopped massaging Marilyn’s shoulders and took a few steps back.“Remove your robe...” He started off with. His eyes never darting away never nervous and never weak. He was strong and powerful, but he had a very protective nature. While at times he could be considered evil and heartless other times he was compassionate, and he was trying to be nice even though he didn’t have to be. “It’s filthy, I’ll clean it and fix it for you.” He didn’t have many clothes, in fact now he had lost his shirt because Marilyn had to struggle and forced him to use his wings in his human form. Because he didn’t have many clothes for himself he had literally nothing for Marilyn, so he wanted to wash her clothes and fix them up for her. Although she instinctively tensed as Leon's gentle fingers came down to brush at her shoulders as the gentle pressure began working out the tension that had built in her tired muscles, Marilyn began to relax beneath the soft messaging motions. Closing her eyes, the young maiden allowed herself to lean back against the strong legs of the man behind her, permitting the events of the past few hours to sweep over her at almost dizzying speeds before draining away to be replaced by the bone-jarring exhaustion. Despite how she tried, paying close attention to what Leon was telling her was almost impossible and laying her head back against his knee, she nearly fell into a light sleep until he told her to strip. Immediately, liquid silver eyes snapped open, and her body tensed once more. Holding the hem of her robe tighter around her now trembling body, the magical maiden turned to look up at him, ready to yell or, if necessary, run should he reach for her. Glaring up at him, full lips slightly parted to argue, it wasn't until his explanation filled the small, warming space that she lowered her eyes and nodded her understanding. Slowly, Marilyn stood and began slipping the dirtied cloth off her shoulders, pausing before it could form a puddle at her feet for a brief moment, her cheeks heating. Having lived in the shelter of the monastery all her life, baring herself so completely to him wasn't something she found herself thrilled to do. Steeling herself however, it was with shaky hands that she pushed the fabric from her body, catching it before it could hit the floor to hand it over to the manticore. Refusing to meet the deep, piercing red of Leon's eyes, she wrapped her arms quickly around her waist once the garment was relieved from her grasp, both placed carefully to hide as much of her body as she could. Wrinkling her nose slightly in distaste of her situation, she moved closer to the fire and cleared her throat. "Hm I uh... I trust I'll be able to get my clothing back soon." Leon took the robe, and he didn’t say anything as he went outside. He didn’t tell her how long it would take or anything. The fact was that it would take as long as it took. To him, time meant nothing. He just did things and didn’t care how long it took so long as he succeeded. After all a manticore’s life span was a bit more than any human’s. He must have been outside for a half hour or so, stitching the robe together where it was torn before washing it the pond. He didn’t really understand the need for things such as clothes. In his true form he never wore any garments. However, he just looked at it as a ‘human thing’ and that was the reason he even wore clothes in his human form. After Leon was done washing the Marilyn’s robe, he shifted back into his true form. He put the robe on his back and walked into the house. Once he was inside he moved towards the fireplace and plaid the robe down. It still needed to dry. “I stitched where it was torn, and I washed it in the pond. It just needs to dry now.” He informed Marilyn. Then he moved close behind her. He put his paw around her, he let his body move very close to hers. “You must be freezing. I’ll keep you warm until your robe dries.” He had such a protective nature it was hard to keep it in balance sometimes. She was just the bait for his trap, but he didn’t want her getting sick or catching a cold. He wanted to protect her and in a way he was very good at it. He just seemed to go about it the wrong way. Killing the monks in his way and kidnapping the maiden. All of it was to get to the Hunters. He wanted them all to die. Even so he still did what he could to keep Marilyn safe and comfortable. He went through the trouble of fixing and cleaning her robe. A real monster would have made her suffer with it. There was definitely a lot more to him than what he had shown. In fact, if it wasn’t for the Hunters, perhaps Leon would have been pure hearted and good. However, it was too late now. Time couldn’t move backwards and neither did Leon. He just kept ongoing even after being scarred so badly. Left to her own devices, the maiden finally took a moment to glance around the cabin as she huddled closer to the fire. It was scarcely furnished, barely enough for one to live in, but it would have to do. Running a hand through her hair, it was with quick movements that she scuttled about the small house searching desperately for blankets or spare clothing only to return to the warmth of the fire, frustrated and shivering from the cold. Setting another log on the dying flames in hopes of rejuvenating them, Marilyn struggled to curl up on the floor directly in front of the fireplace, desperately searching for further warmth. The walls of the monastery had kept her warm throughout the cold winter nights but within the small, airy house it was almost impossible to fight off the chill that slowly settled within her very bones, chilling her to her very core. Gazing into the fire, she felt every minute that ticked by as she awaited the much appreciated repairs of her robe despite how she struggled to lose herself within a mediated peace she had perfected years before and, although she hid it carefully behind true caution and confusion, Leon's return was met with happiness. Watching him just as carefully as she had watched the blazing fire, Marilyn nodded her understanding as the once more white robe was laid out to dry, offering up a soft, "thank you" in return. Rubbing her eyes gently in efforts to distill the drowsy, exhaustion that had settled upon her, the maiden stilled her movements as a giant paw was draped across her body and warmth brushed against the cold skin of her back. Bowing her head slightly, the young woman sorted through multiple reasons as to why the sudden change in behavior in Leon, yet none seemed right. He seemed... Caring? Protective? She didn't know, but it was a personality trait she both liked within him and appreciated. Marilyn inwardly questioned Leon's true character, not the one he now wore like a mask to protect and distance himself, but the one that lay buried and dormant within him. Who was he really? Tired and so very warm now, she just didn't care. Instead, she turned her body towards his, too weary to even attempt hiding herself from view, and allowed her body to snuggle into the warmth of his own. Liquid silver eyes fluttered open before closing... Once.... Twice... Three times then no more as sleep finally captured her, her only noise a soft whimper as she struggled against unconsciousness and another soft, "thank you." Leon laid down with Marilyn held close to him. Both his paws wrapped around her as he warmed her body from the cold. He waited for her to fall asleep before he himself would allow sleep to take him. He was watchful and protective. Deep down that was his true nature. He was strong and protective. Even though Marilyn was only the bait in his trap for the Hunters he would not let any harm come to her, not under his watchful eye. Hell he even went through the trouble of fixing up and washing her robes. Right now however, they were both tired. It was late and in the morning Leon would need to stay alert for any hunters. He doubted that the Shogun’s subordinate, the one that Leon pointed out as a double agent, could manage to group up some men for a search in time. Most likely they would start searching in the morning or afternoon. And they might not even reach the forest by them. It was risky going after a Manticore at night. They were powerful and strong as the Hunters had known. It was better to hunt them when they were more easily visible. As the night turned to day, Leon dreamt of many things. How he would kill the Hunters and about Marilyn. He was surprised the Maidan was in his dreams. While she was indeed beautiful, she was also now his responsibility in a way since he was the one that kidnapped her from the monastery. He wondered what he would do with her after the Hunters were dead. It wasn’t like he could return her to the Monastery now. Perhaps the Shogun? No, after this the Shogun would also be an enemy. So perhaps she will just live with him until she could find a home. In the morning, Leon remained asleep with Marilyn held close to him, keeping her warm from the cold air. However, now that it was morning it was very possible that Marilyn would have felt the hardness by her legs. Morning wood was something that even affected Manticores it seemed as he now had a massive erection. However, he had not yet had an opportunity to wake up, and surely his paws would be too heavy for Marilyn to move on her own, and with Leon’s immunity to magic it created quite the situation. Slowly, reluctantly, the inky blackness that had captured and held Marilyn within its grasp melted away leaving her with the impression of a fear held at bay by a large creature that emitted a protective warmth she had never before felt. Sometime during the night she had pressed herself ever tighter to the golden furred chest, her cheek resting atop the broad muscle, listening to the steady, soothing beat of his heart while fingers curled and twined themselves through the fur along his stomach allowing her to hold on tightly to him even in her sleep. Yawning quietly, a sleepy smile tugged at full lips as she nuzzled further into the warmth that surrounded her, unwilling to allow consciousness to claim her so soon when so many problems awaited her upon rising. As Marilyn rubbed her cheek against Leon's chest, searching once more for the sleep that had taken hold of her so completely, she shifted about against him only to still in confusion, her brow furrowed, as something stiff brushed against bare, silken legs. Moving her hands upwards to rub the sleep from her eyes before blinking rapidly to further clear her vision only to glance down and still completely. Silver eyes widened in shock before she tore her gaze away, a dark blush spreading across creamy cheeks, slipping down her slender neck to dust her chest and the tops of her breasts with her naive embarrassment. Placing her hands on his chest, she rolled her shoulders back, slender muscles working beneath Leon's large paws ineffectively despite how she struggled and pushed against him. The weight of his grip was too much for her, and eventually she was forced to collapse back onto his chest, his length resting uncomfortably against her inner thigh. Although knowledgeable in the ways between a couple, Marilyn was still a maiden with a maiden's shy embarrassment concerning the opposite sex. Cursed with a curious mind though, she struggled with herself not to take another glance downward and instead looked upward to the fearsome face above her. In sleep, his features were almost savagely handsome, not at all like the angry, boastful creature that had abducted her in the middle of the night. She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. Savagely handsome? Where did that come from? It was apparent sleep still addled her brain and quickly pushed aside the sudden interest she held for the manticore, instead focusing on waking him. "Leon?" Her voice was quiet as it floated throughout the room, her hands on his chest moving in a gentle attempt to awaken him. "Leon, please wake up?" Leon began to stir as Marilyn attempted to wake him. His eyes slowly opening up and looked at her. He realized quickly how hard he had become. It had been quite a long time since his last encounter with a female. With his paws he gently moved Marilyn so that his hardness could be felt up against her womanhood. His shaft moving between her pussy lips back and forth. He hadn’t penetrated her, instead he was only doing this to tease her.“Good morning.” Leon finally spoke, his hips still moving back and forth against Marilyn. He wanted to feel pleasure, he wanted to give her pleasure while he was in this state. His paws rubbed against her back. He obviously wasn’t letting her go, but at the same time he was gently massaging her pack. He wanted her to feel good, to feel relief of stress, to feel any sort of pleasure. For such a creature, he was very gentle with his touch.“Go on, touch it.” He spoke to her referring to the hardness between her legs. The truth was that he wanted much more than that right now. In this early morning state he was very lustful. He then rolled over, gently putting Marilyn on her back before moving to stand over her, moving so that his hard cock was in front of her face, in her reach. As he did, he used the back of his tail as to not accidentally paralyze her with a sting, and he moved it against her pussy where until recently his cock had been near.“You can use your mouth too if you like.” He spoke to her encouraging her as his tail applied pressure to her. He was very lust driven, and he wanted the maiden to feel that way as well. The amazing thing about lust was that if it was used correctly he could become very contagious. “Or would you like it here?” When he said that he increased the pressure his tail was applying to her womanhood. Feeling his weight shift next to her, she sighed believing he was moving away only to intake sharply and freeze as that hard length moved up along her soft thighs to slip between quickly heating folds to slide back and forth. Arching her back the maiden trembled with a new pleasure, her hips slowly rocking to match the pace of his own as he continued to arouse and excite her senses making it nearly impossible to think straight. Why had she wanted him to remove his tight grip on her curves? Why did she want him to do anything other than continue the delicious sensations between her now parted thighs? It didn't matter, none of it mattered as long as he didn't stop exciting her the way he did. But something... Something was wrong... In the back of her mind an alarm seemed to be ringing reminding her of a distant conversation, a very real worry that now she was having trouble remembering. Squeezing her eyes closed, she struggled to focus, to pull herself from the lustful haze he was pulling her under yet, like a shadow in her mind, when she reached for the thought, it disappeared without a trace only to show up frustratingly at the edge of her conscious once more. Mentally torn, Marilyn allowed soft, hesitant fingertips to trace down the soft, golden fur of his belly, brushing the sensitive skin beneath gently yet just as she was about to come into contact with the hard flesh he rolled her over, forcing her onto her back beneath him. Looking up at him through dazed, lustful eyes the young woman watched him move above her shifting his length closer to her grasp and her full pouty lips. This time she managed to bring her hand up, wrapping gently around his length to explore his shaft before he brought further pleasure to her achingly heated body. Immediately her legs fell further open, straining towards the pressure of his tail on her slick flesh. Mewling in pleasure beneath him, her body arching for more, silver eyes, turned heated mercury in her passion, flicked to his face as he spoke to her before dropping back to the aroused flesh beneath her fingertips. Pressing a gentle kiss to his tip, she slowly parted her lips to wrap them around his girth before stilling at his question, her hips instinctively bucking as his tail pressed harder to her quivering skin. Just like that, the shadow that had been flirting through her conscious, evading her attempts at further study, became forefront in her mind. A young Marilyn laid in bed, blankets wrapped up to her chin as she listened to the fierce wind that rose just outside her window. Lightening flashed across the sky, lighting up the dark, ominous clouds and lending a harsh light throughout her large chambers, making the young girl flinch away from what was comforting in the sun's light. Within moments of the bolt that flared across the sky came the loud booming roar of thunder, further terrifying the poor thing whom, blindly searching for a source of strength and comfort, kicked off her blankets to flee her rooms. Racing bare foot down the open hall, her nightgown lifts and swirls about her as it catches the breeze earning a soft cry from the child. Slipping through the large heavy doors on the opposite end of the monastery where the monks slept, she paused uncertainty outside the common eating area, it's doors partly opened allowing several voices to slip out and to her." We cannot allow her to leave the safety of the monastery, it is far too dangerous for one such as her."" But she is a child, she deserves the chance to live a normal life."" This is the Magical Maiden we're talking about, she is not just a child and will never live a normal life. Even now the Shogun is after her, if she falls into his hands then what? We do not know the extent of her abilities. There are suspicions, theories saying her magic is tied to her innocence and should her innocence be broken it is a very real possibility that every ounce of magic that fuels her could disappear and if broken by the wrong person... I fear for the child's safety and sanity should that happen..." Further words were discussed, yet they continued at a murmur, slowly lulling the child into a much needed, dreamless state. By morning, she once again awoke, tucked into her bed rather than laying on the cold tile. Silver eyes, darkening in worry and fear, rose to meet his. Although her need still rode her body hard, she placed her hands on his shoulders and half-heartedly pushed, her lithe body arching and wriggling beneath him to free herself. "Leon... Leon, please..." “Please... please what?” Leon stated as his tail became more aggressive moving to apply pressure to Marilyn’s clit. Leon moved one of his paws onto Marilyn’s breasts. He began playing with it in his paw, gentle yet firm movements, he was both demanding yet comforting. Such an odd creature to say the least. Then he moved away from Marilyn entirely. He moved his tail away from her womanhood, and it was replaced by the wetness of his tongue. His tongue moved up and down between her pussy lips and would stop occasionally to either probe he hole or to apply extra pressure to her clit. After a few minutes of this he lifted his head up and moved to look at Marilyn’s face, to see her. “You don’t want me to stop. Would you rather have me in my human form?” He had no intention of stopping either way. He was trying to be a bit considerate but with how hard he was, no words would truly stop him. Leon’s eyes held lust now, but there was a compassion behind the lust. It wasn’t lust in its purest form. His nature was protective and compassionate towards those that he protected. Despite having stolen Aryan from the monastery in such a violent and aggressive manner, he was actually quite a gentle creature. However, he was indeed very dangerous to those he didn’t like, to those that hurt him such as the Hunters. Even now there was still that hate deep inside his soul.“I would like you to get on you hands and knees for me. It would make it easier in my true form.” In his true form he was not a bipedal creature, there were only so many sexual positions he could perform in his true form. Of course the easiest would have been with him having Marilyn from behind with her on all fours. At this point his tail returned to between her legs, he wanted her to stay aroused for her to comply with his wishes. Of course if she refused he could always resort to force, but it wasn’t something he really wanted to do. He much preferred her being nice and obedient. "No... Please..." She gasped softly while her hips and body undulated beneath his, arching and writhing in uncontrollable yet exquisite pleasure. The more he did, the harder it came to focusing on what she was so afraid of. Although fear and worry remained clutching uncomfortably at her heart, each new torment he forced on her multiplied her arousal and pleasure until she arches her back forcefully, grinding her slick clit against his tail to cause tiny circular motions with her hips. Yet as Leon pulled away, Marilyn felt her fear return. If she allowed him to continue she, nor anyone else, knew the consequences of one moment of passion, merely the theories of scholars and educated men who knew little of her or her magic. Placing her hand meekly on his chest, she tried one last effort as his great head lowered over her glistening womanhood, "don't, or I'll be lost-!" Before she can complete her sentence, last plea for him to leave her, his tongue parted her folds, lapping up the wetness that spilled so easily from her only to create more. At the moment she was as lost to him as she attempted to proclaim. Her lust, her pleasure quickly began peeling away the fears and worries she had held on so desperately to. All that mattered in her narrowed mind was Leon and the earth shaking pleasure he offered and willingly gave. All too soon though, he pulled back leaving her sprawled out on the floor, her hair wild and untamed about her, silver eyes hooded with pleasure and need and a flush staining her pretty pale skin. Whimpering softly in the back of her throat, she watched through lust-hazed eyes as he moved above her, her own gaze locking and trapping his, showing him a trust and a vulnerability at being so totally exposed with no way to defend herself. Aaralyn's body trembled wildly beneath Leon's, her hips rising on their own accord to grind roughly against his tail, unnecessarily placed to compel her compliance. Her breathing ragged and far from steady, she rolled to her stomach and slowly rose to her hands and knees, showing him the smooth plain of her back, only slightly marred by black ink, tattooed symbols foretelling of her magic and power circling a delicate rose (outlined in black only to be shaded and given depth by a shimmering silver ink rarely used. While the ancient words spoke of a great magic laying within the Maiden, the tender white rose illustrated her innocent virtue. Leon watch carefully as Marilyn got onto her hands and knees, his tail moving away as he moved in behind her. He looked at her tattoo and said nothing about it. Instead, he pressed himself up against her body. The fur of his chest rubbed against her back as he moved over her, his member resting near the entrance to her wet hole. He moved his front paws so that they were resting gently one Marilyn’s hands. That was when he started, his hips moving ever so slightly as he began to insert himself into Marilyn. His cock slowly pushing into her tight wet pussy. He assumed she was a virgin by the way she had wanted him to stop before as well as living in a holy monastery with the monks protecting her. Ever so slowly did he push himself into her folds. As he did his right paw moved over Marilyn’s hand, ever so gently resting on it. He continued to inch his way inside of her. As he did his head approached the back of her neck. His warm breath hitting her bare skin with every exhale. He didn’t say a single word. He felt that at this moment in time, they were beyond such words. He was both her captor and protector, and now as he was violating her, he was also her lover. Strange for a creature like Leon to take such an interest in a human in the first place, but Marilyn was different. She was wanted by both the Hunters and the Shogun, and while she was the bait in his trap, Leon found himself rather liking her. The reason eluded him, even now as he was penetrating her. Bowing her head to form a dark curtain of her hair around her face, Marilyn's eyes squeezed shut as her back arched pressing her tighter to his broad chest and the warmth he exuded before dropping down with her slow compliance. Her mind still screamed to her to flee yet the curious soul of a young woman and the searing heat of arousal coiling within her, alighting her very blood like she's never before experienced. With a start, her body jerked gently, her head rising when his tip pressed to her core and his giant paws covered her delicate hands. This was it, there was no going back... Unaware to her, as Leon's larger body covered her back, the dark black ink shifted on her pale skin. Black vines sprouting from the single rose to curl about the ancient symbols, protectively drawing them closer to the soft petals while thorns erupted along the vines in a not so subtle warning for him to leave the maiden be. Under her breath, a low moan built in her throat slim throat as he slowly worked his way deeper into her tight pussy, her shoulders hunched and goosebumps prickling along her body uncomfortably as magic moved through her veins. Sparks came alive at the ends of her dark hair and her very aura brightened as she strained to hold back the magic swirling within her. With one last push of his hips, Leon's length was buried deeply within her folds and her body stilled, pain stealing through her quickly causing her to lose her focus and permitting the build up of magic that had bubbled just beneath her skin to become unleash. The entire building shook with the force, flames from the hearth springing to life and roaring with new-found freedom while wildlife in the forest nearby rustled, affected by the disturbance and running for cover. On her back, the thorns fell away, melting easily from her skin while the vines trailed back to their hiding place leaving behind a stain of red on the once pale white petals and at the heart of the rose a lion's head roared to the heavens. Some force within her had been unleashed; the scholars and monks were wrong, taking away the innocence of the maiden only empowered her further. Finally, as the pain between her thighs faded and the world around them quieted, Marilyn raised her dark head, quick silver eyes flashing open just as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the creature that had terrified her, frustrated her and now lusted after her. Fear and confusion swirled within her gaze as she watched him, only a fragment of the desire that had once dominated her very soul remaining, "Leon? What... What happened?"

The Maiden and the Manticore (Lycana & StingWolf)|rating:3.0

Campus Games

Restarting this SRP with a new writer... Closed for now though if you have a character idea or want to play the prudish wilting violet fiancée pm interest and ct ideas Selena Donovan {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} She had managed to talk her parents into letting her move in with her sister so that she could finish her senior year of high school, and she had partied on campus whenever her sister went and even some she didn't. That's where she met Scott. He was a Jr professor there, and they hit it off well enough that he even took her to prom and was her guest at the after graduation party. They had fooled around some, but he never let it go too far. She however knew that he was more reluctant that he would admit when he stopped their actions and left. She knew she had power and now that she was a freshman at the university she was going to use that power and allow him to give into his thoughts hungers and desires. Oh, she knew he was seeing his department heads daughter but after seeing the little wilting violet she knew there was no competition she would be able to get him and if he kept the bosses' daughter on the side so be it she might just have a guy or two on the side as well. She made sure that her schedule was changed at the last possible second so that all he would know was that there was a new student added to his roster but not time enough to find out who. Sitting right up front she wore a billowy off the shoulders almost gauze thin top with a spaghetti strap second skin top under it and a short billowy skirt and 3-inch heels her hair pulled up like she wore it to her graduation. Remembering all too well him pulling the clip out of her hair and her waist length hair cascading down over his hands and face as he kissed her neck and caressed her form through her satiny blouse. She smiled as she watched him nearly fall over the corner of the desk when he saw here there. Her long legs crossed at the ankles and tucked beside the chair legs. She licked her lips slightly and leaned back a little twirling a lock of hair around her fingers. Those dark exotic eyes watching him. She knew that every guy in the class was locked on her, but she couldn't care less she had only one target for now and that was Scott. Let the games begin... Scott was not a man of many words, still learning to read the students and act on what he could see. As he saw Selena he knew this year would not be like any other. The time they had been spending in the summer was priceless, and the boss's daughter came to him only in a cloud of vagueness. She was always so distant, thinking of other things all the time. After a moment of reflection he began writing on the blackboard, now was the time to be professional, and not let anything get in the way. That little pause... a single little success as she licked her lips slightly smirking at the failed attempts of the guys sitting near her to muffle hungry groans. Yeah, college was going to be fun. She sat there acting the perfect attentive student with the occasional devious smirk and pen tapping on her collarbone when he looked her way. After class, she slunk down the table and propping her chest up on her arms folded across the table, breasts pressed up where more cleavage showed. Good news... She left me the apartment AND paid a whole year worth of rent before she moved out with her girlfriend. SO I have the place... all to myself... Stop by sometime. She moved to stand a breath away from him before turning to walk away taunting him to reach out and touch her... daring him to as she walked away. He knew where the apartment was if he dared show up. Just far enough off campus that they would not be risking getting caught and close enough that she could get to class quick and such. As the day ended Scott decided to stop by, walking at a very leisurely pace as he walked down the street. He made each step with purpose, careful and observing what was around him. As he stopped at the front door to the apartments he took a breath, knowing well she was waiting for him to come up to her room. He approached slowly, ascending the steps and standing at the door, listening and thinking about what would happen next. She opened the door in a bikini and towel. Well Hello. I was just about to go for a swim but instead... come in... She moved away from the door and smiled at him. So what brings you by. The fact our previous playing around is all legal now or the fact that you are engaged to your bosses daughter and are scared about our past slipping out. He turned to her and slowly walked in with her. "Nothing of the sort Selena. Just visiting a friend. What's on your mind?" He took a moment to have a look around the apartment carefully, they were up quite high and no one would be able to see anything that would be going on. He questioned why she had invited him up here, perhaps the events from before, but she would answer that herself when she was ready, he knew this. Then why would an engaged professor risk going to a female students' apartment? So my question again since you are engaged, and you were always so nervous and stopped our playing around where do that leave this little meeting? She watched his eyes there was restraint there, but there was also that lust she saw in the limo leaving prom when they were teasing each other... her hand caressing his manhood and his hand buried up under her dress timidly caressing the lips of her womanhood. He turned to her slowly, not very deep in thought, but he had his answers. "It leaves us as friends who are conversing with each other, I see no harm in that, do you?" He hopped he could draw the conversation away from anything that could turn the wrong way, he knew where he belonged, who was going to be by his side for the rest of their days, this was merely a meeting to see what kind of damage she intended to do, being now in his class, and having wanted him for a while now. Yeah... I see that look in your eyes... how long do you think you can harness that hunger? We both know your sex life with her is next to nothing and becoming less... put a ring on her finger, and now you get less than before. I know how hungry you can become and how you try to be so noble and honorable but we both know that is going to be harder to ignore that now... especially with me in your class. So now what? She tossed the towel aside and walked to the kitchen for a bottled water. He sat on the couch watching her, he knew she might be right, but he would never admit that. He's waiting for her to return as he settled in some. "So what happened to going swimming? And why would you invite me up if you were going to go right away?" I just said some time I didn't think you would take that as now... Kinda shows how hungry you are for what we have hinted around at. You are the one that rushed over here... So what do you want? She glanced over the bar to him. Want something to drink? She walked back around and sat down on the couch curling her legs up under her and sipped her water before licking at the tip of the bottle to not miss a drop and tease him while she waited for him to explain. He smiled some, he knew well she meant to come over after the day was over. "Well, I thought I should find out how you felt about being in my class. And what you hope to gain from this year." He really was out of answers, but he wouldn't let her know that. I think it should be fun both for the educational value and... others. Who knows there is always that FINE chunk of Junior in your class... He looks... Fun. The one that was sitting closest to her had a bit of a rough rep, and she was by all rumors his target type. Other rumors have it that several students have left the school due to him. You have your little fiancée, and I am free to have fun... unless you can think of any reason why I shouldn't just find someone? He nods slowly, wondering what she was up to now. "Well I hope you don't plan to cause any trouble in class, I would hate for that to happen. What you do outside the classroom is up to you entirely." He watched how she would react to such words, and hopped it wouldn't bite him for having said it. I can't help your reaction to what I wear. And yeah I think I may just check into him. Should be fun. So if that's all you have to say... Guess I will go swimming. She stood up and moved to get her towel her back to him as she bent down to pick up the towel. He gently took hold of her arm as she reached for the towel sitting beside him. "What did you have in mind calling me up here like that? And why bring up the prom?" She turned a looked at him. Do you remember what you said about once I was "legal"... And then you up and get engaged to someone who didn't make you happy but who's father could fast track your career. Seems like maybe my age was not all you were afraid of... maybe you are afraid of letting that hunger feel anything more than frustration... Hope the two of you are happy together, and you can live with what she calls a sex life or lack there of. Now I really need to get going. Enjoy your life with her professor... Bye. The bye was barely a whisper with the slight rise and fall of her chest and the bikini that barely covered her ample breasts. He stopped her again gently. "Perhaps there's some way that it can be made up to you? I never thought I'd see you again after that night, then you moved up here, so really, how was I to know any of this was going to happen?" You honestly thought after my graduation and all we did I would not come here? DENIAL does not become you, but it is funny to watch... I am going to go now... Bye. Turning from him, she moved towards the door to hold it open for him to leave. He decided to walk back to his home without another word, he knew she would be playing some other games wit him before long, it was just a matter of time to see what and how she planned to do it. A few weeks had past, and her teasing had been random but direct... particular outfits... glances... licking her lips Bending or leaning in such a way he gets a good look at her. She had also been seeing the Junior Marcus occasionally. Giving him a kiss before class or after class and him grabbing her ass and then the bragging overheard by him about his dates with Selena. She even talked with her female friends in class and if any of it was overheard by the Prof... so be it. She was having fun even though it was dangerous with his rep she knew that Her Prof Scott would end up perhaps jealous or suffering through all sorts of fantasies about it being him with her instead of Marcus. Scott tried not to let it break him down, he knew she was just trying to get to him, how could he let her, he had to be more professional than that. If she wanted to see someone who was he to stop her? He had more important things to do than to deal with her games in the classroom. Time kept marching on as she and Marcus seemed to get serious which is when things tended with him to turn aggressive. She still dressed provocatively acceptable in as little as possible and still occasionally glanced at Scott and smirked whenever she saw him stutter at seeing her or nearly tripped over something still trying to be noble strong and resist her. As time wore on his relationship got worse, and things were headed for a crashing halt. He approached Selena after class one day and whispered into her ear to come and meet him at his place for the evening, hoping she would take the invitation and come. Things were the worst, and he wanted to end it all, even if it meant he had to work harder to become a professor, things as they were to end. She smirked at his invite and figured what the heck and after her last class of the evening she went home and getting ready she chose something she knew he liked. A dress that always caused him to stumble or stammer when she walked into class. A black billowy off the shoulders top with a blood-red corset pushing her ample breasts up. A short crimson and black matching short velvety skirt and Spike heeled lace upsides boots. Arriving at his place she knocked on the door and waited. He stood at the door, opening it with a smile as he saw her there, inviting her in for dinner. "Nice of you to come, you look quite amazing tonight." He guided her to the table and pulled back a chair for her to sit on. "Just be a moment, the food is just about ready." He finished setting the table and waited on diner to finish cooking. So what is up with all of this Scott? She walked in and looked around for a moment before looking to him. This was not what she was expecting to happen when he finally broke down, but maybe he was just trying to play as well. Nice place... I had forgotten how much room there was here. He gathered the pots and set them on the table. "I just thought you'd like a good home cooked meal before perhaps some fun? Why what did you have in mind?" He buckled some as he set the table. He was going to see how long it would take her to lunge at him. Would he stop her? No, not this time. If he was going to do this she was going to be sure he made the first move towards "fun". She walked over to the table and sat down faintly brushing against him. Her eyes looking deep into his for a moment while they ate. Scott a home cooked meal is nice, but what do you want? You have Oh what's her name Amy...? Why would you call over a student to your home for a meal like this... She leaned forward a little as she took a bite allowing the corset to lift her breasts a little more. He smiled some letting her eat first, resting a hand against her leg, reaching toward her inner thigh. "Perhaps I've waited long enough to reveal how I truly feel about you." Really... So let me guess I am going to be some sort of fun on the side to keep you sane when dealing with Amy? I might be able to live with that if the price is right? She smiled and winked at him. Or I could tell Amy that you came on to me and invited me over here to try to take advantage of one of your students. She smirked. HE kept eye on her, puzzled some. "And what price might that be?" He was only worried about losing his job, he couldn't care less about how things went with Amy now. My price... Whenever I want you... your there... It's not all going to be all about you like Marcus tried making it with him... I am equal in this or no deal. There was a finch in her voice when she mentioned Marcus, and she had not really been that close to him in class lately either. He nods slowly, gently running his hand up her leg. "Very well, you and me. Perhaps you might be a little overdressed for that though, don't you think?" I'm wearing a lot less than you Scott. She was still hearing the hesitance in his voice no matter how much he tried to hide it. She stood and moved over to him sitting on the edge of the table she placed one heel gently on his leg causing her already short skirt to slither shorter as she stared into his eyes as if saying it was okay. Giving him a slight glimpse under the skirt. Licking her lips seductively she just watched his face and eyes seeing the inner battle about going forward and the chance of losing his job over sleeping with a student and breaking Amy's heart. He reached slowly under her skirt, pulling down on her panties slowly, easing them from her legs as he tossed them aside onto the floor. "Once we fix the problem you have then we can work on mine." He leaned up slowly close to her and kissed her lips deeply. She smiled into the kiss and reaching for his hands she placed them on the ties of the corset and began to untie the high heel off of her leg and foot there resting on his leg. She did however suspect that he would get close to them doing anything intense and back off with his usual dose of honor or fear or whatever. He slowly undid the laces of her corset, letting it fall off. HE slowly took off his tie and suit as well, watching her eyes. "I'll go as far as you're willing to." HE smiled some as he looked into her eyes. "What should we do first?" I am impressed you are going this far... What first... Standing she pulled him close and leaning close to his ear she purred. You really want to do this then... make love to me Scott. He nodded slowly, picking her up into his arms and carrying her off into the bedroom. He finished undressing tossing off his pants and leaving them discarded on the floor. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life Selena." She reclined on the bed watching him. A couple of bruises revealed possibly why she and Marcus were no longer seeing each other for now. She stretched her well blessed form out on the bed as she smiled to him. Come here then lover He nodded, moving slowly closer to her, keeping his eyes on hers at all times, stopping on when their lips met in a passionate embrace. "You look so amazing." HE let his hands wander over her body slowly, feeling every inch of her. She purred into the kiss as her hands also moved to caress and explore him as well. Fingertips dancing over his chest and arms as she nipped at his lips pressing firmly into his hands and lips. He smiles softly, his rand rubbing lightly on her clit, kissing her softly, smiling. He eased down close to her, kissing her neck softly, emptying her to make a move on him. HE knew she wouldn't be the game was fun for now. She undulated her body along his as she began teasing him in this naked state purring as her fingers moved to his hair pressing him closer to her neck as he kissed her. Her leg moving to rest along his side her knee bent to where her ankle was resting between his hip and knee. She was very limber and serpentine in movement teasing and taunting his body more and more her soft whimpers a sound he would know well from their other playing around, but now they could go far beyond all of that if he did not get "noble" on her. He slowly moved in closer, feeling her body hot against his, he told himself he would go all the way and that was what he was going to do. He eased himself into her inch by inch, kissing her deeply as he pushed deeper inward. Feeling him so immediately entering her she whimpered softly her legs moving to wrap around his waist hugging him tight to her. Her fingertips still swirling through his hair, she gripped his hair gently and pulled his face back to hers sealing her lips to his in a passion flooded kiss. He held her close as he begins to move his hips in a slow rhythm, kissing her passionately as he moved within her, feeling her body conform to him the feeling was amazing to him, he had longed for this for as long as he could remember. She whimpered into the kiss licking at his lips and her tongue dancing with his as her hips began to match his steady pace. Her body undulating like a belly dancer. Her eyes half closed as the world drifted away from them. Furthermore, her hands moved to trace along his back and shoulders fingernails occasionally gently grazing over nerves teasing him further. He smiles to himself as they shared the passionate moments, it was so perfect for him, and he had longed for this for far too long. The feel of her body against him, it was better than he ever imagined. "You're amazing Selena." We took way too long to get here... Her eyes closed as she began to trace fingernails over him her body moving more hungrily... more urgently... urging him to go deeper and harder. She licked at his lips and kissed him passionately as she softly whimpered with her building desire and pleasure. He held her close, kissing her deeply. Well, we're there now." He mustered up some more strength and begin to move all the faster with her. Her body moved faster with him a soft gasp fell from her lips as she held him as close as she could. Feeling her orgasm starting to build. She wanted more... so hungry for this and snow she wanted more. He kissed her hungrily, feeling as his cock quivered inside of her, he could feel his peak and felt as his cock exploded inside of her Feeling him explode within her, she gasped one last time as her own orgasm overtook her. Tossing her head down she looked deep in his eyes licking at his lips she purred satisfied and yet still hungry as she whispered... More... It had been so long coming that they be together like this she wanted to go again wanting to feel him explode within her again. She moved to roll them over laying there beneath she whispered again... More... Now He smiles some, resting but for a moment before he began with her again. He had waited so long for this, but it was of his own doing, now he and she would be together and do what they pleased for as long as they pleased. Wriggling beneath him, she purrs and nips at his lips and chest wanting to see how creative he can be now that she has changed their position. An innocent smile as she teasingly innocently bit her lip looking deep into his eyes. He let his gaze wander deeper into hers, it was at this moment he was most complete. He moved with her, enticing her to take more aggressive actions, pulling her in closer, kissing her deeply. Fingernails trailing down his back gripping tightly into his ass cheeks urging him to slam deeper as she nipped at his lips and arched her back pressing her breasts firmly against his chest. He felt her hands gripping him tightly as he slammed into her even harder, he could feel the pressure of her hands, and he gave equal amounts of it to her body as a whole, using her like a toy, just as she wanted to be used, and he could keep this up for hours. She wanted to see all his reactions and what he wanted to do... gauging exactly what she had here with him. She could see them playing out fantasies... she could see herself tied to a bed with him pleasuring her intently and doing whatever he wanted... she could see him tied to a bed begging her to allow him to fuck her while she stood over him pleasuring herself and teasing him mercilessly. Those thoughts spurred her on as she purred out is that all you got? MORE slipping from her lips more like a growled yet seductive order... he flipped her onto her belly, pulling her slowly onto her hands and knees, a smirk crossing his face as he gets her upright, holding onto her hips with his hands. "You want more you say? How much more my love?" Everything... she purred slamming her hips back hard against him. She was surprised that he had not freaked out yet about his fiancée and him cheating on her like this with a student much less that he could get fired if this was found out. He smirked, holding her hips tightly as he pushed into her deeper and deeper with each motion of their hips, bringing slightly against her and then slamming into her even harder. She growled hungrily at his harder thrusts and then reaching a hand under and back she began playing with his sack to encourage him more. Wanting more from him... Enjoying this but so very hungry for more and more He held tight to her as again, and again he released his cum into her, not stopping until she was finally sated. He lay collapsed need to her on the bed, smiling brightly in the afterglows. Her own orgasm rocking her she curled up by him purring in sheer pleasure. Curling against him, she nipped at his jawline and chin. So now what lover? He smiled softly, nuzzling in close to her. "How about we go to your place, and we see what kind of trouble we can get into?" Shouldn't you be running along to your fiancée? She did nothing really to move from the bed she was far too comfortable. He laid in close to her, kissing her cheek. "And what if I just want to lay with my love all day?" Yeah, but she expects your time, and you do have class today He nods slowly. "I do have a class today, that's true, and it's yours on top of it." He chuckles some. "We best get dressed." Yeah, I guess we should. I will run home and get something a "Little" more appropriate for class He nodded some kissing her passionately before fixing himself up as well. Taking off for home she found a second skin tank in a pale pink and a lace jacket type blouse to wear over it and a matching knee-length skirt and "innocent" flats and headed off to class He smiled some as he saw her walk into the door for class, preparing the lesson. The Jr she had seen before grabbed her in a tight hug and forceful kiss as she walked past him releasing her before anyone could protest telling her he would be at her place after class for her apology for trying to break up with him. Scott turned to watch this event going on, making a careful note to make sure that he would be there with her, or they would be elsewhere while he was there. Ignoring the situation for the moment he went on with his day and the lecture that was prepared. She smirked at him and said Bring it. Then walking away she winked at Scott with a veiled smile. Taking her seat she sat there legs crossed as she listened attentively though she did link her pen in the spaghetti strap of her tank and pulled it out a little as she leaned down to pick up a dropped eraser allowing Scott a better look at her cleavage and breasts teasingly. He Stoddard just a bit but continued with the lesson, after giving the lecture and some time for studies he watched Selena as she taunted and teased him. She as very sneaky about it and he enjoyed every second of it. He continued the lessons of the day, meeting up with Selena outside the school that evening. She spotted his fiancée before he did and smiled to him as she slipped into a "character"Thank you, professor, It makes LOT more sense now See you tomorrow in class. Turning with a wiggle she walked away from him knowing he will have to spend time with the little wilting violet. He nodded with a smile, slipping her a note as he went off with his fiancée to her place to discuss things, it however did not take very long before she was done with him, laming all her doubles on him, and he went off to find Selena, who had been confronted by the boy she was fooling with teasing him over. He had told the truth he was at her front door when she got there pushing her into her apartment as soon as she had the door unlocked. Furthermore, he had gripped her arm tight as he closed the door behind them. Selena knew this was not going to end well, but she would do whatever she had to get him out of there and not get hurt too badly Scott headed home to gather some things and grab the keys to Selena's house. He picked up his phone, some handcuffs e had laying about and a few other little trinkets. There was going to be a lot going on tonight. And they would become completely reacquainted with each other's quirks. By the time Scott got there the door was locked, and he had her pinned to the wall with his sheer size a hand snapped tight over her mouth his other hand roughly groping her breasts while he was forcing himself deep within her. Shocked when the door opened pausing only for a moment till he realized why a professor would be coming here and laughed.Well, Well sleeping with one of your students Bet the dean would love to find this out. Unless we could come up with some sort of agreement for my silence... you go in another room unless you want to watch and figure out what you two could offer me while I finish up getting my apology from Selena here... GO. During all of that he had never stopped slamming roughly into her as her terrified eyes looked to Scott for help. Scott turned to the boy, but said not a word, walking into the other room, he looked at Selena with a sorrowful expression, there was little he could do right now. Ho could he explain he was coming over here with the items he had brought? Unfortunately none of them could pass as educational tools. A few moments Greg dragged Selena into the other room as well tossing her to the floor towards Scott. He stood there waiting to see what Scott or Selena had to say. She balled up where she landed laying there as still as she could a little blood running from the side of her mouth and her clothes nearly in ribbons. He looked down at Selena, then up at Greg. He didn't think for very long before he decided to speak up. "What is it you want Greg? You risk an awful lot in doing this." He looked down at Selena, she covered in blood, and he could see a pool on the floor beginning to form. "And do tell what she ever did to you." To begin with... no matter what my real grade in your class is... I ACE your class got it... as for her... she knows what I want. What did she do... little freshman slut tried breaking up with me in front of the guys copping an attitude and tried slapping me... no she is MINE now or the dean learns everything... go it? Selena laid there and just whimpered a faint yes... okay... She was in so much pain for his attack and fear she was mentally in a survival mode clearly. He noted what Greg said and nodded slightly. "Very well, you lay claim, then you must see to it, she remains such, as she has said." He motions down toward her slowly, he would have to get him out of the house before he could do anything further. Good then and don't worry professor you can still get your time with her too. And ya know what... We may just have to wire this place to record what all we do to her... what ya say prof... sound like a plan? Selena just laid there terrified wanting it to all be over. He took a quick look about, clearly thinking about things to himself. "We'll have to see what we can do, but for now let's just focus on things as they are." He hoped this would deter Greg for now and he would leave. You got 24 hours professor to get us equipment so whatever you were going to do to her, you better hurry up. We will talk tomorrow. With that Greg walked out and left. He gently helped Selena to her feet, holding her in his arms. "Are you ok? What should we do about him?" He carefully cleaned her up and kissed her cheek. "You're safe for now love." She looked deep into Scots eyes... What can we do... He goes to the Dean I get kicked out of school, and you lose your job if not worse... She curled up against his chest with a whimper. We have to do what he wants to don't we? Or do you have any ideas? He gently caresses her in his arms, trying to comfort her from is vicious attack. "He broke into your house, didn't he? He forced you into doing things you did not want to do. You are a go to the authorities about that, and he would never see the light of day again. And he would be kicked from the school permanently." He was waiting at my front door just like he said he would be. He saw you here though he could spin it to his favor... his dad is rich like he would pay any price for it. She curled up in his arms trembling. He held her close, trying t comfort her wasn't working very well. "Get your stuff together and come to my place, you can stay with me for a while." What do we do about him though... can we get out of this... Scott... She was scared to death about this guy in all honesty she wished he would just forget but doubted that was possible. He nods slowly. "Of course we can, just need some TME to come up with something, just get yourself together love. Get what you need to last a week or so at my place, ad we'll do what we can about Greg." She moved as best she could and grabbed up some clothes and looked to him. Can we get out of here Scott... I... I have to get out of here. He nodded slowly, helping her gather more items and gently leading her along to his place. Upon arriving he carefully laid out what he had brought with them and got his guest room together. Once they were at his place she sat down on the couch and balled up staring blankly at the floor deep in thought trying to figure out what she would have to do He knew there wasn't much that could be done for now, but he wanted her to be safe at least tonight, until he could figure out how to solve the bigger problem. She looked to him blankly but motioned for him to move over to her. She needed to feel secure and feared she never would again. He sat beside her on the couch, gently pulling her into his LP and holding her. "It's ok Selena, we'll figure this out." She kissed him wanting to feel tenderness nodding at his words. Curling up there in his arms she smiled a little. I know you will I just... I am worried about us having to do what he wants till then... Furthermore, I can't go through that again.... He can't... He nodded slowly, holding her close. "Try to relax, it'll all work out, I promise you that." He caressed her gently. "And if he finds you are living here he can be turned in as a stalker, and he won't be coming to the school ever again." Closing her eyes she curled more into his embrace and kissed him tenderly trying to forget all of this. Standing she looked to him. I am going to go lay down for a bit. He nodded slowly, showing her where she would be staying for now. "Try to get some rest, things won't be so bad for long." He closed the door slowly, before heading off to his own bed for the night. She woke in the wee hours of the morning screaming from nightmares of what had happened to her hours before. He got up quickly and went to see what was wrong. "Are you ok?" She was sitting bolt upright in the bed shaking in a panic. I... He... She looked around... Nightmare I guess. Sleep here with me. He nodded slowly, sliding beside her in bed, putting an arm around her. "It'll be ok." She curled up against him and tried to sleep once more. A couple of hours later her body began to possibly react to having another body near her or in another dream as her hips and waist undulated against him faintly. Her cheek nuzzling against his chest and shoulder where she was laying. He lay resting and just held her close, knowing she needed his ouch now more than ever. Her eyes opened with the dawn as she looked to him then to her cell phone as it rang. Not wanting to get it not wanting to leave the safety of his place his arms or this bed. She looked to him and then to her phone before reaching to answer it. Within seconds of answering it she was trembling and pale. His latest orders were for her to get to his place immediately He looked up at her, holding her in his arms gently. "What's wrong?" He has told me I have to come to his place... now... She looked deep into his eyes scared to death. He does not want you anywhere near there. He chuckled some. "Just come on to class, and if he tries something it's pretty clear that he's trying to assault you, and who would believe him over you?" Like they would believe me over one of the richest guys on campus. She looked to him... I will go to class but... I am terrified of him I don't know what he would do or will do if I don't go over there. He nods slowly. "Yes, I know, but it's a game of chance and always will be. And even if anything happens we will still always be together." He kissed her lips deeply, holding her for a moment. She pressed deeply into the kiss needing him close now more than ever. Knowing that more pain and brutality was looming in the future she just lingered there as long as she could before the sound of her cell phone ringing tormented her again. He gently took it from her and clicked "ignore". "Not today, we’ll take what comes at us as it comes at us." Finally breaking from his embrace she whispered. We should get to class maybe there will be something there or someone that can help us... What about your fiancée... you tell her I am some student you have seen over time being mistreated by him maybe she could get her father to do something? He nods slowly. "I can do that." We need to go talk to her. She stood and grabbed the clothing from her attack and went to put them back on. Walking back out she looked to him.Let's go talk to her maybe her father will know what to do, or maybe she will. He nods slowly, walking down the block and to a rather large house. "Here we are." She stood there with him not sure what to do. Looking to him then to the door as he had knocked, and they waited for someone to answer. He put an arm around her gently, bring to reassure her as he heard steps behind the door. The door opened, and a maid looked confused from him to the girl but ushered them in and to the living room where the family was relaxing. They all looked over to see who it was as the Dean cleared his throat knowing who the young lady was. Yes? School turned to the dean with a slight bow. "Selena has been the target of some vicious attacks. One of her EXS is trying to get revenge from how they broke up, other than that I'll let her explain." She told them what happened and said no more unsure how she should tell them about Scott finding her biting her lip she looked to him. The Deans' wife jumped up and moved to the phone to make a call to the cops. He noted the movement carefully. "For the time being she'll be staying with me so we can assure her safety." When his fiancée moved towards her, she recoiled a little.~How did you find her Scott?~ She asked him a brow raised.~ He turned to her slowly. "It was hard to miss, I saw him sneak up to her apartment, and then I heard her screaming." She blinked looking at him distrusting... So you take her to your place instead of the hospital or the cops? Who did this? The Dean spoke up silencing everyone. She old him and he sighed... Not good... not good at all. His father just set up a 1/2 a million dollar a year grant for our department for the next 10 years... Scott nodded slowly. "I took her where she felt safe, She didn't want to go to either." The deans' wife walked over. The police are on their way... Scott guide her to the couch and let her relax a little if she can. Selena gripped tighter on his arm scared of him leaving her at all... While she was somewhat past what happened she had to put up a good act since he made it seem to them that it nearly just happened. She looked to the Dean and told him about the phone call as well. All he said is... My wife will deal with it Scott we can't lose that money over some students having a tiff... Any suggestions? You will have to handle matters like this when I pass my job on to you some day He sat Selena down on the couch and held her gently. "I don't think rape is a little 'tiff' Do you?" What is more important one student or 10 years of funding for our department Scott... Big picture... Scott The Deans wife looked unamused by his words, but his Daughter was nodding in full agreement And anyway look how she is dressed Scott his fiancée added not like she should have been shocked by it, He nodded some, adding flatly, "The bigger picture is the safety and well-being of the students." He knew money would always be there, though not as much it would be enough to keep things going. His fiancée hissed... so you're siding with some little slut over Daddy... How dare you He paused some, looking over at her. "So I see someone's been listening to the wrong crowd." The fiancée became even more enraged and stormed off as the cops arrived. He turned to Selena and nodded slowly as he heard them pull up. Selena did not want to deal with cops, and it clearly seemed like the Dean couldn't care less, and his daughter was turning out to be a real bitch... Had she not run out Selena was tempted to plant an intense kiss on Scott's lips right in front of her? He let her explain everything she wanted to, he knew what he was going to have to deal with now. At the insistence of the officers she went with them to the hospital Lacing her hand in Scott's for support much to the anger of his fiancée and her father. He sat with her in the hospital, keeping an eye on her, holding her hand in his. Throughout their stay. He waited until they had all left before sitting down with her. "Well, now we know exactly what they're not willing to do." Yeah, not willing to help me because of the money his dad brings to the table...surprise. SO now what? He shrugged some. "I'm not sure as of right now, but I'll figure it out sooner rather than later." She looked to him. Did you by any chance grab my phone? Maybe he said something on voice mail that the cops could use? He nodded, pulling out the phone with a soft smile. "Here it is." She took her phone and reached her hand OT to hand it to the cop only for it to ring. The cop motioned for her to answer it on speaker and every one to keep quiet.She answered and as soon as she said hello the threats started asking her why she was pissing him off by not doing just what she was told and if her professor was there so they can discuss their plans for her. The cop looked to him with a brow raised and a hand moving to his cuffs He looked over to Selena puzzled. "Why do I have a bad feeling about that call?" Selena winced hearing his voice and words looking to the police as she hung up. My professor brought my phone to my house after he was done with his classes and found him raping me... He took that as a chance to blackmail the professor here and ace his class and get stuff from him to use against me. He nodded slowly, seeing that the cops had taken their hands off the cuffs. Unsure what was going to happen next. If he was working with that animal would he have brought me here or tried to help me tell the Dean who couldn't care less what happens to s student especially if it might end a little money to his department. The Cop shook his head and backed off from his handcuffs and walked out talk to the Dr about her test results Scott sat with her, gently caressing her. "Let's just hope for the best." She nodded. I just want out of here and to go home. It's not good to keep making him angry if they can't do anything He nods slowly. "Yes, I know that making him angry won't do a thing for us. But neither will letting him rape you day in and day out either." What choice do we have? At least I still have you to be tender to me. She whimpered and if you do get him the recording equipment visible proof for the cops and stuff if we seriously have to go that far to get help He nods some. "But at the same time if he wants me to participate in it that leaves me in just as much trouble." We have to come up with something. She sighed and laid back on the bed waiting for them to release her form the hospital He nodded slowly. "That we do, don't worry, we will." It took a while to release her from the hospital as the cop told her they had picked him up for questioning. She whimpered knowing that he would really be mad now and had no idea how to smooth this one over. Scott waited in the lobby for her, hoping there was a little good news. He motioned to her as she walked out, smiling softly, glad to see she was ok. She told him what the cop said bout picking him up for questioning as she tried to hurry out of the hospital and far away from everything and back to his place. He nodded talking her back to his place, glad to find no one waiting for them. We can't hide here forever... and It's not like the town around the campus is all that big of a town. She whimpered curling up on the couch. What do you think will happen? He sat with her, holding her in his arms gently. "I don't know exactly, but I'm trying to do what I feel is right." She nodded and curled up in his arms moving to kiss him softly needing the warmth and tenderness and simply to forget. He settled back as she kissed him, smiling and kissing her back softly. Draping her legs across his lap she pressed more into the kiss. Her eyes closed one hand resting on his chest the other caressing his cheek. She almost didn't notice her phone ringing. Greg had called her again, a new message for her. "Meet me at your place in 2 hours, or I tell the dean everything." She had answered it on speakerphone and tried to answer him... O... okay. Her eyes looked to Scott biting her lip, but she knew she had no choice at least for now. With that he hung up the phone, waiting at the place for her to arrive. She bit her lip looking to Scott as she stood to go. Shaking she went and changed and headed to her apartment getting there in about an hour and a half she opened the door her eyes closed tight fearing what was on the other side. Greg stood there inside, pulling her in and shutting the door quickly. "Now Selena, strip down unless you want all that ruined like last time." He sneered as he locked the door tightly. She slipped from the clothes and thong she had worn shaking as she stood there. Terrified she tried not to let it show, but her trembling gave it away as she bit her lip watching him. Why Greg... she whimpered watching him lock the door. He smiled, seeing the deep fear in her eyes, she was going to learn her lesson sooner or later. He leads her into her bedroom, where there were a few now things added to it, cameras being the most prominent. "You're going to put on a good show for the camera now." She shook her head no and tried to run from him. Her eyes flooded with tears she backed away pleading hoping that Scott would come up with something but doubting it. He took her arm and smirked some more. "You want to be expelled? You want your teach buddy to GE fired? You best do as I say." Quickly resigning herself to what was happening she winced at his grip on his arm and simply nodded. Moving towards the bed as he began dragging her along. Greg turned to his left, flipping on the lights with a smirk, pointing to the bed and then getting the rest of the equipment set up. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed hoping that Scott would come up with something or wondering if he has gotten the heck out of town leaving her to this fate. Greg smirk, moving beside her on the bed. "It didn't have to be this way you know." Oh, really? Somehow I doubt that. You were almost getting like this before I broke up with you. So how would it have been different if I had not dumped you? She recoiled slightly from him as he sat down. He chuckled some, pulling her into his arms. "And you would have loved every moment of it." Again I doubt that... She tried to push away from him. Firmly placing her hand son his chest and shoulders pushing as best she could, struggling against him... This was not happening without a fight. She would try to hold out until Scott came up with an idea to save her. Greg listened as he heard the door click open, but ignored it in her continued efforts to force her into the bed with him, managing to do it and tie her hands and feet down so she couldn't run. "There, no more games." She continued to struggle even against the restraints. Tears flooding her eyes and falling down her face into her hair. She could not get away any longer, but she had to keep fighting somehow she had to get away form this nightmare. She did not hear the door at all too panicked and focused on trying to get away from him. Greg froze, seeing the dean's wife walk in. She looked over seeing the Deans' wife walk in her eyes pleading for help as she tried to scream for help in case there was anyone else with her who could help her. Greg turned, looking the dean's wife in the eye, he didn't know what to say, so he just stared at her. The Deans' wife moved to shove him off of the girl as not only the chief of police ran in but so did the boys father... not that he had much choice in the matter with the chief of police there with him... She was terrified and still struggling against the restraints Shortly after Greg was arrested Scott walked into the apartment, seeing the mess of commotion and helping her out of the binds Greg had put her in. "It'll all be ok Selena." She recoiled from all touch at the moment. Backing away from all of them and balling up on the bed close to the wall. She just stared out at him and was trying to focus and snap out of it, but she was too mentally and emotionally panicked to care. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to regain her senses, not wanting to upset her any further. He knew when she could can down she would be back to normal, he just added to wait it out. Slowly her mind began to calm, her breathing was falling back to a normal pace. Her arms still tensely rubbed against the other as she closed her eyes trying to regain sanity and focus. He smiled softly and watched her as she began to calm. Her eyes fell on him, and she leaped forward arms wrapping tight around his neck. Burying her face against his chest and shoulder she sat there hugging him tight. He smiled softly, holding her in his arms. "It's ok now, everything will be fine." She nodded and just held tightly to him. He... She pointed to at least the camera that was visible. He nods slowly. "I'm sure it's all on film, he'll have to answer for his crimes." How did you get them to do anything? She asked still holding tight to him her face still buried against his neck and chest. He gently caressed her. "The dean's wife arranged it, even if the dean refused." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "It's all right now." She nodded again. What about your fiancée... Now she knows you are concerned about a student "dressed like me" I bet she is not happy at all about it/ He nods some. "That's perfectly alright, I care for every one of my students." She nodded and sat there looking to him unsure of what to say or do anymore. She closed her eyes and sighed trying to relax even more. He just held her gently in his arms, letting her relax. Once her system calmed nearly completely she was sound asleep in his arms. Her arms however still holding onto him as she laid there sleeping. After some time he gently laid her in bed, watching her for now, known she could panic, and he would remain there and see to it, she was alright. Feeling him lay her down she opened her eyes quickly. Seeing him she reached to pull him down beside her. She whispered to him... Help me forget... I just want to forget... all he did He nuzzled in softly. "Try to relax and get some sleep my sweet one" She held him close and nodded not wanting to let him go fearing this was all a dream and that she would wake up still bound to the bed with that monster there with her. He relaxed beside her, getting more comfortable himself as he laid down to rest as well. In her sleep her dreams at first so tender of her and Scott but somehow in the dreams they shifted there he was again pinning her beneath him and raping her again in the dream though Scott was there with him trapped unable to save her. Her body began to react to the dream trying to squirm though to her mind her body was bound once more as she whimpered in her sleep and her body moved against his lost deep in the dream. He could feel her panic against him, and there was little he could do but try to comfort her. Gently caressing her body and speaking softly as she slept. She heard his voice slithering through the dream, but he was also in the dream so it was hard for her mind to separate for a long time. He just kept his touches gentle and his words soft, he tried all he could to calm her, and if it worked or not he was unable to tell. Her eyes suddenly flew open as she looked around, and her mind registered she was not restrained. N...no more trying to sleep...you were there with him... trapped or something but.... She shook her head and curled against him. He smiles some, holding her gently, caressing her. "It may take some time to get over that, but you're in safe hands now." Snuggling close she smiles... I know I am, and I want to forget it all... now... at least for a little bit. He nodded slowly and kissed her cheek. "How would you like best to forget it?" Pressing more into the kiss she just wanted him to help her forget she didn't know how, but her body began to move against his. He held her gently, caressing her body as she moved, waiting to see where this would go. Feeling him caress her she undulated more pulling him into a hungry kiss her mind wanted to replace what had happened to her with and this was for now the only way that it seemed it could. He kept her close, kissing her with a deep passion, his hands wandering her body slowly. Writhing more against him, she whispered to him... make love to me...help me forget his attack He nodded slowly, kissing her deeply, laying her back gently on the bed. Easily allowing him to guide her back she did all she could to never break the kiss. Her eyes falling closed as she whimpered softly. He slowly guided his hands down her hips, leaving a trail of sot touches as his hands moved inward slowly. A soft gasp as she smiled her hands moving for holding him to caressing his cheeks and chest. Her hips wriggled against his hands as she stretched a little and undulated more feeling him move inward from her hips and legs. He smiled as he watched her squirming. As his fingers reached inward he began to gently rub at her clit. Undulating her hips against his finger she purred and opened her eyes to look into his. He smiled some more, looking down into her eyes and decidedly playing a little more. She reveled in the feelings not feeling any fear or distress she just wanted him... it was a little scary to her that she would want this after what happened, but she wanted this more than she ever has before. Keeping up the touches he leaned in close and kissed her lips deeply, pushing his fingers into her slowly. Hungrily pressing into the kiss her hands exploring all over him as well. Her hips pressing against his hand as she gasped softly. Her eye falling back closed... Yes Scott... Yes He smiled to himself, manipulation his hands in all the right ways, knowing well what she liked and how best to excite her even further. Her body writhed at his touch she gasped more her hands moving to caress and pull him closer to her needing him more than she knew. He carefully pulled her in close to him, his hips rubbing against hers, he wanted her to make the first move. She looked deep into his eyes and nodded yes. Just as soon as she saw that he understood her lips slammed firmly to his her tongue slipping between their lips and found his tongue tracing over his tongue she purred into the kiss her legs wrapping around him. He gently pulled her n closer to him, smiling and kissing her even more deeply. Her body pressed against his more as they kissed needing to feel more from him. She closed her eyes and hugged him tight her hips moving intently. He held to her gently, feeling how her hips moved and doing his best to match the motions, intent on giving her the best moments of her life.

Campus Games|rating:2.0

Space Adventures (Rayne & Patriarch)

Lynn (Cross, pilot and captain of the Black Rose was about to be rich. She could just feel it. She was a space explorer, a treasure seeker. Furthermore, she was young, determined, and unafraid-traveling to sectors of space most people never dared to travel. Furthermore, she had fought space pirates, escaped a solar system right as a sun went supernova, and escaped a tribe once of cannibalistic aliens. So yea… maybe she was pretty confident, or maybe overconfident, in her abilities. But it hadn’t steered her wrong so far. Unfortunately, it hadn’t steered her too much wealth, either. Sure, she made some money, but not enough to keep a ship like the Black Rose running up to par. It was fast, sleek and beautiful. A lot like her. Expensive too, though, so she needed another big haul. Which was why she was on the fringes of the Horse Head Nebula. She had heard one of the planets was a jungle world filled with riches. Riches few dared to seek because of the dangerous aliens that inhabited this sector. But space was big, and she was one single ship. She’d be there and back before these mysterious aliens were any the wiser. Smiling confidently to herself she set her course for the nearest planet. She wasn’t sure which planet was the one-just that it was in this cluster somewhere. "Captain?!" Came a startled voice, "Red dots incoming! Unidentified ships on the screen, look!" The screen was absolutely swarming red. ”What? What is this? Where did they come from?” She shouts over her shoulder, scowling as her sharp gaze flicked to the screen now lit up with enemies. Cursing under her breath she tightened her grip on the controls and began evasive maneuvers. She was just one ship. Though she was confident, she knew when to run from a fight. And being outnumbered a hundred to one was a damn good time to get the hell out of there. "We don't know Captain! It's like they appeared out of-- FUCK!" Their shields were demolished by the first volley." We can't take another hit like that Captain!" ”You’re fucking kidding me! Those shields are top of the line!” A part of her was in total disbelief. Who were these people? Those shields had resisted a full on barrage from all sorts of foes without wavering once. She had never seen such strength before. However, now was not the time to reflect on that fact.” How long till we’re ready for warp?” She demanded to know, pushing the speed of their ship up several notches, hoping to outrun their foe since there were too many for her to outmaneuver. "Just need to hold them off for twelve more seconds captains!" The shout came back. "Nine! Eight! Seven! Si--"The words were cut off by the explosion that blasted the engines and plunged the ship into darkness."... Lost power Captain." Twelve seconds. They could make that. They’d managed to do jumps that took much longer. Furthermore, they’d make it. Furthermore, they would. Or… not. The explosion rocked the ship, rattling her very bones. Lynn let out a whole string of profanities as the ship went dark, grimacing as she sat back.” Arm up. They’ll be on us soon.” She spoke with a calm she probably shouldn’t feel. But though she knew the future would not be pleasant, she did know what was happening here, and that was some comfort. They had hit the engines dead on. They didn’t tear a hole in the side of her ship and flush them, they made a precision strike to render them defenseless and unable to escape. Furthermore, they planned to board. And Lynette planned to be ready for them. The emergency lights flickered on, bathing everything in a red glow as Lynn climbed from her chair and slid her pistol from its holster. A few buttons and it was activated. Silences shivered through the dark ship... Silence... Then suddenly a hot, slimy tentacle - like a massive tongue - snapped around the girl's ankle, ripping her off her feet. Lynn didn’t hear them board. She had expected some sound of their arrival. She was armed… but they had the element of surprise. So when she felt something on her leg suddenly pulling she screamed- and the gun dropped from her hand, clattering to the ground as she fell next to it with a shout of pain. The item around her leg… warm, thick, alive. What the fuck? She shouted curses, struggling immediately, and tried to break free of this creature’s grasp, her hands reaching down to pull it away. Hot, slimy, wormy tentacles wrapped her wrists, her other ankle. Others forced down her white top and wrapped her breasts... Yes... Prey. At last. She had almost pulled her leg free when more tentacles attacked, grabbing her wrists and yanking them away, over her head. She was unarmed, restrained, and clueless to who or what was attacking her. Furthermore, she didn’t feel fear often, but at that moment she did, and she started to scream, calling out for her crew members to help her, to come save her. She thrashed in the grip of the tentacles, cursing constantly. But, feeling her shirt being tugged down, and those warm tentacles wrapping around her breasts-well it was quite a shock. Gasping, she faltered in her struggles, her face flushing as her eyes widened. What the hell was this creature planning to do to her? She looked down, seeing them pulling her breasts from her bra, squeezing around them. Shaking her head, she let out another scream, her struggles renewed. Thick, writhing, slimy tentacles shredded her clothes. They tore her uniform away, her bra ripped off, her panties ripped down her legs. The tentacles, uncountable tentacles, wrapped around her waist, her wrists, her ankles, her breasts - squeezing tight. Soon she was pulled up by her wrists, dangling in the air, her knees captures too and bent wide open, a final support pressing tentacles at her back... And then the hot, slimy things began to nuzzle her holes. She heard her shirt rip, gasping as it was torn open and pulled from her body-followed by her bra. This couldn’t be happening! There was no way an alien was… was going to molest her like this. It just couldn’t be real. And yet as she squirmed and fought more tentacles assaulted her, wrapping around her waist, lifting her from the ground as others tore every last article of clothing off of her body. She was naked now, a small bit of fabric hanging from one leg as they were pulled apart.”Oh, god no… please let me go!” She begged, gasping as her thighs were spread wide open… baring her sex. Feeling the slimy appendages rubbing her sex she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she trembled with apprehension. This was happening. She couldn’t stop it. Tentacles…. Were about to fill her body. Hot, squirming spears filled her cunt and ass - pumping her like a well. She had juices, female juices.... But had she a fertile womb? They would find out. The tentacles squirmed deeper into her holes - searching for a place they might lay their eggs. Feeling them push inside she gasped, her hands clenching and her body tense at the invasion. She hadn’t expected to feel them in both holes. Biting her lip, she squirmed in discomfort, desperately wishing that she was anywhere else but here right now. The vines weren’t too thick… but they were numerous. She felt a pair twisting together and pushing inside her, drilling down into her sex. Groaning, she wriggled against her restraints, feeling the tentacles reaching deeper and deeper inside her… within moments brushing her cervix. Tears welled in her eyes and she tried to pull free one last time-even though she knew it was hopeless. She just couldn’t surrender, couldn’t give in to this without some kind of fight. Yes... A womb... The squirming tentacles plumbed the womb, testing it, tasting it... Introducing themselves. It was fertile. The tentacles nearly exploded in excitement as they shot the female full of aphrodisiac. ”Ah!” Crying out as the tendrils forced through her cervix she arched, her expression pained as her body protested the invasion. The tentacles were so deep inside her-her body trembled, feeling them stroking, exploring, stretching her. She felt sick to her stomach at this unwanted attention. At least… at first. Suddenly, though, she was crying out again, moaning as something hot sprayed inside her. The second it hit her walls they clenched, squeezing the tentacles hard. Fuck-what had this thing done to her?... oh gods… she felt so horny! Her sex ached, throbbed, gripping around the tendrils now as she tossed her head back and moaned with desire. Over her head her hands clenched tight, her nipples perked, and her body quivered as this invasion suddenly felt… good. Needed. She ached to be filled. The tentacles pulled out of her, squelching away, rubbing her petals, teasing the rim of her ass, squeezing her nipples, pinching her breasts... But they did not re-enter her. Not yet. The female had to be wet and writhing with need first. She ached to be filled. Suddenly, she wanted it - and that was when the creature pulled from her-leading her to let out a groan of frustration. Her sex pulsed, throbbing on nothing, aching horribly as she writhed in the tentacles. They teased, but would not enter. Why? Why were they like this? Why not take her when she was finally willing? Cursing this creature she squirmed, her abdominal muscles quivering as her body yearned for anything to take her… even an alien monster. Part of her, deep down, knew this was wrong and shameful, but the aphrodisiacs were too strong. When the creature pinched her nipples her whole body bucked, wetness trickling from her snatch. It teased her for more than an hour... Before finally the hot spears rammed into her holes once more, fucking the wildly ready female. She was being trained even now. They were molding her as they desired her; preparing the female for a new, fertile life. Lynn had survived broken bones and nearly drowning in the past. This wasn't quite as bad as that, maybe... But it came closer than it had any right to. She writhed and begged and moaned, her sex dripping and aching to be filled. The aphrodisiac did not weaken in time... In fact the longer this dragged on the more she lost it. When the creature finally filled her it was relief enough that she cried out, climaxing almost immediately as her body bucked violently. Good... A chorus of hisses whispered the word into her mind as her core was flooded by dozens of the tiny vines, plugging her until she was thunderously overwhelmed... More stuffing into her ass and crawling down her throat. Breed... Tears trickled and ran down her cheeks as she continued to moan, her body writhing incessantly in pleasure. Her climax overwhelmed all thought, all resistance. The tentacles plunged inside her, filling her to bursting, but she was gone, at that moment broken by the previous teasing. There was a voice echoing through her mind... But it could have just as easily been the whisperings of madness as of this creature. Either way it did not really reach her in the state she was in.However, as more tendrils plunged down her throat panic snaked through her mind and a sound of protest came from her lips as she squirmed, her body beginning to revolt as this was becoming too much. The tendrils burst inside her, flooding her holes with hot, chunky seed... But the chunks weren't globules. They were eggs. Dozens of wet, tiny eggs gushed into her... Until her belly swelled with them. When the creature came she screamed. Or, she tried to. It was quite muffled by the tendrils filling her mouth- and when it started to cum down her throat her screams were cut short. She began to cough and gag, fighting for a moment against it... But she was choking, and it wasn't pulling back. She was forced to swallow. Gulping and groaning, she quivered, her inner walls gently clenching despite her panic as the creature filled her. She felt herself growing heavy and swollen... But by now she realized what had poured down her throat was not normal cum. What was it doing to her? Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... 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Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed... Breed… breed? Ok… no… there weren’t her thoughts, insane or otherwise. The creature was speaking to her, to her mind… the word repeated so often it started to overwhelm her thoughts, even though breeding was the last thing she wanted to do with this creature. No… no… Her mind whispered back as she whimpered and squirmed, feeling the cum still pouring into her belly, slower now, swelling it further. Was it even possible? It shouldn’t be… right? It was a completely different race, after all. She desperately hoped, and tried to believe, that this creature was the crazy one, and that this mating was a waste of time in the end. The tentacles wormed around the naked blonde... Slowly pulling out of her as the eggs settled deep within her holes; dozens curled up in her womb. Yes... They snarled around her ankles, wrists, waist, thighs, neck, breasts... Massaging and squeezing, stroking and teasing... Making sure the female settled into the new feel of so very much inside her, stretching her." C-c-captain!" Came a mewling cry. It was her first mate, Shana. So very many of her crew were female." It... Put things... Inside me... Captain..." Squelching, popping, wet slurping sounds echoed about the cabin as the creature pulled from her used body. Lynn groaned, stirring in its hold. It had pulled out… and yet… though she heard the sounds… knew the creature had pulled from her body… she still felt stuffed and stretched. This wasn’t normal… cum shouldn’t be this thick or this heavy… it wasn’t dripping or trickling out… it was lodged inside her like tennis balls. Balls… wait… oh god-Right then, she heard a cry. Turning her head, looking between the mass of tentacles wrapped around her, she saw flashes of her first mate, Shana’s expression one of horror. Her belly was swollen too, her body naked like Lynn’s. And as she spoke, Lynn realized her instinct was right…” Eggs…” She whispered in disbelief, her eyes wide. Cursing she suddenly, wildly began to struggle and thrash in the tentacle’s hold. She had to break free… get these… things out of her! Breed-fuck that! She was not some alien breeding ground! The tentacles were startled by her sudden energy. She managed to twist out of their grasp a breath... But she would not be free long. She was weighted down with a swollen belly and her body was exhausted from its purpose. The tentacles were soon wrapping around her again... This time webbing her in some form of sticky cocoon. They set the female with the one she was familiar with. Emotional stability for the breeders helped them acclimate. Soon the cocooned girl was pressed back to back against her first-mate... Only their mouths were uncovered." C-Captain! W-what... What do we do?!" She hadn’t really thought things through-though her renewed vigor overpowered them briefly, all she managed to do was twist onto her side, free for a moment. But when she tried to sit up her belly felt so swollen, and she was so worn out… she managed to sit up maybe halfway- but then the tentacles had grabbed her again. Lynn struggled and cursed-gasping when the tentacles began to wrap and twist around her. They ran around her ankles, her knees, her thighs… everywhere they went, she was suddenly cocooned, her limbs pinned together. She cursed and screamed- but it was pointless. In moments, she was bound and pressed to her first mate. And she was exhausted, overwhelmed. Eggs… inside her body… her belly so swollen she already looked pregnant. How could she get out of this? It was bad enough she was in this situation… but her whole crew was with her, stuck in it too. She had a responsibility to help them…” We… we wait. We wait for an opportunity to escape and break free. Our bodies aren’t built to hatch eggs from another race… we’ll get out of this.” She told her first mate with far more confidence than she felt as she took a deep breath to keep it together. Sometimes she hated being the captain. "Y-yes mam." She swallowed. It was so black, so horribly black. She wanted these things out of her!" D-do you... What happened... The others? Do you think they're like... Us?" Lynn just tried her hardest not to think about it… to dwell on the fact that life from another creature was now planted inside her. Numerous lives by the feel of it… not just in her womb… but her stomach. God could she even survive if they hatched? No, keep it together… keep calm.” They were closer to the escape pods… maybe they got free.” Lyn continued to put on a brave face for her crewmate… though she suspected all the women on her ship were now like this. And who knows what they might have done to the men in the engine room and armory… "M-maybe..." She mumbled, pressing tighter against her captain. "C-captain... I've always... Well, this isn't the time, but..." She laughed, what did it matter now." You into girls too?" Lynn felt her press closer and just assumed it was for some sort of comfort. However, then the crew woman spoke. Lynn blushed, hesitating a moment before answering honestly.” No. Sorry Shana but I’m not.” She answered gently, feeling bad for the girl as she told her. "Oh. Good. I'm not either." She settled into silence, silence unbroken until the tentacles hidden within the cocoon began to worm into their helpless asses."AHHH!!!" Lynn knew that wasn’t true. But she didn’t know what else to say, so she too kept quiet. At least until she felt something warm, wet and thick pushing into her ass. Not her sex… her ass. Cursing under her breath as it happened she clenched her hands into fists, her body arching-trying to pull away. The problem was… there was nowhere to go. She could do nothing to stop this unwanted invasion. Breed... Breed... Breed... The tentacle in her ass started pumping hot fluid into her belly... Making it swell... Preparing her stomach for the many expansions it would have to undergo in her new purpose. The first birthing would be too stressful if her stomach wasn't ready to be swollen. She needed training, all females did. She would get it. The hot fluid made her mind open, more susceptible... And now the creatures could fill her mind with more than just the word. They flooded her thoughts with images of her happy, pregnant and birthing brood after brood of creatures - licking the tentacles lovingly as they mated with her. Throwing her head back Lynn moaned, her body arching as she felt the hot fluid gush inside her. It felt strange… and good at the same time-at least until she started to swell. That felt uncomfortable. She squirmed and struggled, trembling at the weird sensation. She imagined it was what it would be like to become pregnant, but instead of it happening over weeks and months, it was happening over a matter of minutes. After a few minutes though, something began to happen. The sensations became hazy, distant, like her body was falling away, images and words in her mind consuming her attention. But they weren’t her own words, her own ideas… she saw herself laying in a nest of pillows, smiling as she held small creatures, small tentacle creatures. She nuzzled them and kissed them, then held them to her breasts. The image flashed away, replaced with tentacles filling her, fucking her-then another image, of her birthing the tentacle creatures from before. All jumbled together, out of order… but the constant feeling was one of pleasure. Pleasure and happiness filled her mind, like a blinding light, and she moaned, trembling as it messed with what she knew she should be feeling right now, as her belly was pumped full of foreign fluid… it was like the fluid was overwriting her natural reactions, making her into something new. Her nervous system was being corrupted... Her animal instincts, so used to responding to the sight or thought of cock, were slowly being trained to respond to tentacle members instead. The eggs were inside her, but that was the easy part. They still needed to be fertilized. It took many, many, many attempts to fertilize foreign species... But they would simply keep trying until it happened. Tentacles massaged her inside the cocoon as her mind was filled with the hot visions, visions of being fertilized by hundreds of tentacles, of nursing her alien children, of birthing the squirming tadpole-like creatures, of accepting them back into her womb after birthing, crawling back inside her, letting them rest in comfort within her womb for the night... The assault on her mind was incessant, never ending. Images, words, feelings- a constant flow, until it overwhelmed her. Tentacles piercing her wet hole, stretching her, filling her, repeated in her mind, a video playing from every angle. So flexible, so warm, so smooth. What wasn’t to love about them? They felt so good, they could go so deep, could rub inside her the way a human cock never could. Human cocks that were so short, so blunt, so plain. They really were inferior. She felt half drunk with lust, groaning as she trembled in the raccoon, feeling the tentacles rubbing her. Part of her felt so wrong… because she craved them now, wanted them inside her. Even when it played through her mind how to care for them… all she felt was a sense of motherly protection. Of course, it made sense for them to return to her every night… to live within her. How else could she keep such small, fragile creatures safe? "Captain! C-captain!!!" Her crewman shrieked, shaking her." Snap out of it!" ”Whey?” She blinked, the tentacles’ hold on her mind briefly broken. How had her crewman gotten her arms free? What had happened? She blushed nearly scarlet, recalling the thoughts that had run through her mind. She felt sick to her stomach. How had she felt those things? Shaking her head she grimaced, then began to struggle and fight the tentacles, feeling ashamed that she had weakened and given in for a moment when her crewmate clearly had not. "They're in our heads!" She moaned, hugging the cocooned captain tight as the creatures suddenly spun another web. Locking them chest-to chest." Don't let them in! Don't! Don't!" The tentacles shook, growling - ram mining into their wombs... Fucking them hard as the visions fought for control of the females' minds. Lynette gasped as she felt rope, or webbing tighten around her back and shoulders, pulling her suddenly tight against her fellow crew member. Their breasts were pressed together, almost painfully close. But it was good. It provided a distraction, something to focus on outside herself, outside of her own mind. Her crewmate was right-they had to fight this.” I won’t. We have to stay strong, we can do this.” She groaned, feeling the tentacles thrust hard inside her sex, angered by her resistance. It felt so good… but was hard enough that it hurt a little too. She focused on the pain, focused on her crewmate pressed against her… and it helped her close her mind to the tentacles. At least… for now. Breed... Breed... Breed.... The images rushed into her mind. She was laughing happily as she nuzzled the tentacles, she was mewling piteously when they left her alone, she was rubbing her own full belly lovingly with her brood back inside her for the night, she was panting lustily as the tentacles kindly fucked her senseless... So much, so terribly much... The visions swam around her eyes like reality. Maybe they were reality. Maybe her crew member was the fake. No… they were overwhelming her again. She cursed, biting her lip, that pain momentarily grounding her. But then the images flashed to her giving birth to the creatures. Maybe that was the source of pain? Now she was smiling, rubbing her swollen belly, feeling them shifting and moving within her, settling down to sleep. She fell asleep too, waking to tentacles filling her, mating her. Mating and mating- it never ended. So many different images and experiences flashed through her mind. Once again, reality slipped through her fingers, overwhelmed by this intense imagining of the future.NO! She suddenly a bit down on the shoulder of her crewmate. She felt warm flesh under her. Not slimy tentacles. Warm, soft, human flesh-and heard a human cry as she bit. She felt bad, knowing she’d hurt her crewmate… but at the same time it grounded her, cleared her mind, focused her… and hopefully did the same for the other woman too. They would get through this, together, helping each other. "Kia aah!" The girl let out a scream of pain, gritting her teeth into a quick smile. She knew what her smart, brave captain was doing. Then the tentacles ripped the two away from one another - shattering the surrounding cocoons... The tentacles wrapping their limbs and lifting them into the air once more. ”Damn it.” Lyn cursed as the tentacles tore them apart. She had known it would only be a matter of time before the aliens figured out keeping them together did not help their cause. Together, they could resist… alone they had no chance in hell. She felt cocoon wrappings and webbing flutter against her shoulders-then she was being surrounded by tentacles. Lynn struggled, scowling and fighting. Focus on the anger. She dug her nails into her palm, focusing on the pain, knowing a new assault to her mind would be coming soon. Adorable, how you resist... The tentacles caressed her, stroking her like a lover, as the new - coherent voice filled her mind. You've gained my own, personal attention. Consider it an honor. More images… that one word ‘breed’… those were the things she expected to encounter. A coherent voice, however, made her pause, blinking and frowning in confusion as the tentacles’ touch changed around her. They no longer thrust hard, like they were trying to force pleasure on her. Their touch became soft, gentle, caressing. For a moment she recalled the last time she’d been in a lover’s arms, back on earth, so long ago. Too long ago. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts.’ Who are you? How many of you are on my ship?’[/i] She made that one thought clear in her mind, hoping the creature would hear it, so they could communicate. Gyrzkmylkvnstr is the closest my name will come in your mind. The tentacles pillowed under her breasts, lifting them almost adoringly. Many of my lesser kind use your crew at the moment. A fine crop. Gyrus. Damn even in her mind she found it hard to repeat, forgetting how it went almost the moment. She shook her head, realizing it didn’t really matter, flushing gently as the tentacles caressed her breasts but doing her best to ignore them.” We are not your ‘crop’ or slaves, or what have you. We are sentient beings, and I demand that you let us free.” Her mind’s voice managed to be much stronger than she really felt. She knew she was in no position to make demands… but saying ‘oh, ok, have us then’… well that was just out of the question. She had to be strong for her crew. A deep, watery chuckle rumbled through her mind. Predators... Prey. This is how it happens. You are ours, mind most specifically. My prize, my crop. Trophies. You should enjoy your new purpose. ”Fuck that shit” She muttered out loud, scowling as she suddenly started to struggle again violently. She grabbed a tentacle and bent, twist-did whatever she could do to cause this damn creature pain, her nails digging in to the wet flesh of it. She’d show them. Furthermore, she was nobody’s prize or trophy. Fuck that? Gladly. The tentacles began to thrust deeper into her cunt, her ass... I am looking forward to when your eggs are successfully fertilized. I believe you will breed a healthy brood. Some tentacles whipped away from her, recoiling... But others took their place just as fast, overwhelming her and making resistance rather futile." I'm not breeding anything for you, you sick asshole." She tells him defiantly through gritted teeth, her face flushed as the tentacles moved within her. Her body did respond... But she did her best to ignore it. So defiant... And yet, when this happens... Her body was suddenly flushed with the same hot aphrodisiac that had set her begging before. Your tune seems to change. ”Damn it-“She gasped, amongst a string of other curses as she felt the warm sap pump inside her. And suddenly her sex was tingling, sensitive and alive with arousal, aching and feeling oh so needy. This time, when the tentacles thrust inside her, she couldn’t help but cry out, overwhelmed with sensation. She couldn’t think, couldn’t resist… her body was just too sensitive, too horny. She turned to putty in the grasp of the tentacles. Hot cum was shot into her womb by dozens and dozens of tentacles... Each one fucking her for no more than two minutes at a time before bursting in her, attempting to fertilize the laid in her room. The chances of successful fertilization with even moderately compatible females, such as humans. Was less than one in ten thousand. That was why there were ten tentacles fucking her cunt at any given moment. All that meant that approximately 3000 tentacles would fuck her every ten hour breeding-shift. In moments Lynn became so sensitive. Tentacles brushed over her breasts, rubbed up her thighs as they move in and out of her. It was all magnified so much, each touch heightening her arousal. And then there were the tendrils within her, moving, thrusting, writhing. Suddenly, they all came, shooting warm cum into her womb. She jerked, moaning out, her hands clenched tight. Slurping wet sounds as they slid out of her- and then new ones thrust inside her-the sensation of them all thrusting as one making her cry out, her inner walls clenching as climax crashed over her. Shit… she was so worn out... by the fighting, by the stress… by the pleasure. Panting and trembling, she looked around, wondering how her first mate was doing. She knew she should keep fighting and resisting-be strong like she promised… but it was just so hard… and the lure of pleasure too tempting. Was it really so wrong? She blushed at the thought, closing her eyes and pulling in a shaky breath… but she couldn’t even get in a few deep breaths without the sensations being too much. She arched gently, moaning as the tentacles curled inside her in a mass and thrust again, one big thick tool that was slowly unraveling her. Several days passed... The blonde beauty teased by the ribbed tentacled, writhing around in her holes. They hung her in all manner of positions and fucked her, filled her with hot cum, for ten hours at a time. Then they would let her rest with her first mate for six hours... Only to be woken again and fucked for another ten... And so it went, for the better part of a week. The voice came to her often, promising to make her into a fine breeder. The visions flooded her mind, showing her how happy she could easily be once she gave in. She was theirs... And they wanted to make sure she knew that. Lynette never quite gave in… not completely. Every ‘morning’, not that she ever knew the time, started with a bit of a fight. A struggle between her and her captors. And when the voice spoke she protested as often as she was able… but every time the struggles lasted just a bit shorter. Every time, her protests were cut off by moans as they used aphrodisiacs to turn her body against her. And the pleasure, when she gave in… so intense, so wonderful… it wore at her mind. Had they been captured a day… a week… a month? The ten hours seemed like a lifetime every day. She fought at first… but every time she eventually became a moaning, writhing mess-finishing the ten hours with a glazed overlook of pleasure on her face. Fucked silly. She was doing better than her first mate-though- who broke completely by day three. She woke every time, eager and happy for the fucking, losing herself to it completely. Her first-mate purred happily that morning, kissing her friend awake." Captain, captain! It's morning... Wake up!" She trilled, practically quivering with delight, with anticipation, "They'll be taking us soon, so soon... Louis! I can taste it already." Her hips wiggled and bucked with anticipation, "Thank you so much for bringing me here, us here... TO heaven." She hugged the captain, nuzzling her lovingly, "You're the best!" Lynn felt the kisses and groaned, stirring reluctantly from her sleep. Six hours left her constantly exhausted. It wasn’t enough sleep on a good day… but after ten hours of being fucked it felt like she only slept for moments at a time.” Yes, yes I know Shana…” She spoke as she would to a child. She felt angry at her. Angry for giving in, for acting so shamelessly… but she hid it, knowing it was not Shana’s fault she was like this. When the girl hugged her, though, Lynette’s breath hitched. Her face flushed- and arousal stirred within her against her wishes. Shana was nuzzling her breasts, breasts that seemed more sensitive every single day. Perhaps it was because of the aphrodisiacs? They had swollen gently, becoming tender, and sensitive. Now her first mate’s nose was rubbing back and forth across a nipple-warm breath teasing her flesh… and it was affecting her. "Why aren't you excited Captain?" She mewled, pressing kisses across the Captain's breast... Moaning as she suckled little streams of milk out of the gorgeous blonde's nipples. "Isn't this wonderful? They love us so much! And it feels so, so good..." She purred, arching her back with a glitter in her eyes. "Life's so beautiful now..." ”Because… because… we didn’t pick this.” She tells her first mate, groaning softly as the girl found her nipples and suckled upon them. Lynn’s whole body shuddered, pleasure pulsing through her. Damn it. If this was the tentacles she would fight them… but how could she turn on her own crew? Even if her crew was crazy now… she couldn’t do it. She just laid there, letting it happen.” They don’t love us… they just want to use us.” She pointed out, panting. At some point her arms had wrapped around Shana-clinging to the girl as she teased her breasts. "I... Love... Captain..." She murmured the words switched delicious swallows of the Captain's milk, her lips latching tight around the Captain's right nipple now. "So... Good... So... Sweet..." She switched to her left breast and latched on, kneading the level breast as she suckled her." Happy... Warm... Safe... Pleasure... So... So much... Pleasure..." She loved these breasts, wanted to drink from them all day long." Love..." Lynn wasn’t really sure when she had begun to produce milk… or for that matter why. Another affect of the aphrodisiac, probably. She just knew she didn’t like it. It made her feel like a breeding machine for these creatures… she hoped she wasn’t actually already pregnant by now. Unfortunately, the whole thing really made her breasts super sensitive. AS the girl suckled eagerly from her, she couldn’t help moaning out-gently arching against the other woman… smooth skin brushing smooth skin.” Sh-Shana… I know you care about me… but can you…. Please stop?” She tried to ask as nice as possible, groaning and clenching her hands on Shana’s shoulders as the girl kneaded her breasts. It almost hurt with how sensitive her breasts were- and yet at the same time her toes almost curled in pleasure. Panting softly, she let go of Shana, gently trying to push her away… even though it felt so good and nice, and even though her body was really getting aroused by it all. Shana let out a happy trill as the tentacles curled in at them again, plunging into their holes as she sucked warm milk from her beautiful captain's breasts. Soon, so soon... They'd be mothers together. So happy. Then she let out a squeal of delight as the tentacles flooded them with their hot, Aphrodite cum. ”Oh shit!” She exclaimed, seeing the tentacles coming for them again. She started to try and struggle-crying out when the tentacles plunged inside her. Filling her, pressing deep, deep inside. Lynette groaned, bucking as she was caught between her first mate and the beast. She could not get away, sensation assaulting her from multiple sources.No, no no!” Ahhhhh!” She screamed, her voice filled with protest and frustration- as well as lust and desire, her entire body wracked with trembles as the Aphrodite filled her. An unbearable ache, a burning heat was born within her, tearing her coherence away as the sensations struck her. Her scream was choked off by a huge, writhing tentacle ramming itself down her throat, pumping hot fluids down it.... Her source of nourishment that kept her alive and flooded with hormones. Furthermore, her body continued to develop at a rapid rate. Soon she would have to crawl simply to move and need near-constant milking. She was becoming a fine breeder. She nearly gagged on the thick appendage, convulsing with alarm at the invading tentacle as her eyes went wide, and she made a muffled sound in protest. But then she tasted the rich juice and how warm and delicious it was and began to swallow, her eyes fluttering and rolling back as she was once again overwhelmed. Tentacles wrapped around her and filled her, almost making forget about her first mate… almost, but not quite. The other woman continued to suckle on her breast and stroke her body, constantly adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Another week passed... Every day the same. Time passed in a blur of racing orgasms... And her belly swelled with astonishing speed. By now she looked nine months pregnant. There were occasional, brief struggles… for the first two days. They occurred less and less often, though-until by the end of the weak she was as broken as her first mate. Fighting against pleasure was just too difficult. It was a drug, and she was addicted-barely even noticing or processing the swelling of her belly and what it meant for the first few days. Eventually, though, she felt the movement within her… knew there was life. The tentacles became gentler, focusing more on milking them than fucking them it seemed, and her belly continued to grow. It grew so big movement was difficult. A whole week passed, and then she woke one morning to a sharp pain in her belly that made her cry out. The tentacles gathered her up and spread her legs wide, lowering her into a pool of warm water... Or was it water? No matter, it was warm and wet and her breasts she could float in it... Her contractions heaving inside her as the birthing began. A tentacle plunged into her ass, fucking her wildly... She would need to orgasm powerfully to shoot the first egg out of her womb. ”NNN…” She mumbled, shaking her head, thinking the tentacles were here to fuck her again. She stirred as they lifted her up, only now realizing that she was no longer on the deck of her ship as they deposited her in a pool of water moments later. It seemed to have a higher buoyancy than normal, and was warm like bath water. Small observations- a moment later she didn’t care. Another contraction began, making her groan in discomfort as she placed a hand over her belly.” Ah!” She shrieked, bucking, completely taken by surprise when the tentacle plunged inside her ass without warning. What was it doing?! This was the exact wrong time for it to want to keep fucking her! Didn’t it see that? Unfortunately, her body didn’t see that either-despite everything still responding as it had its way with her. The tentacles wrapped her breasts, squeezing huge spurts of milk gushing from her tits as the massive tentacle fucked her ass - pumping her until her well-trained body was forced into a blinding orgasm... And the first egg shot out of her cunt. Lynn wailed wildly, bucking as the tentacles held her legs spread open and her arms clear from her body as she was stimulated towards climax. Her head thrown back, her body arched, she moaned her head off, her nipples spraying milk with every squeeze. And then the blinding pleasure stuck her low in her belly and she shrieked in climax, inner walls clenching, pushing, ejecting the first egg with force. She felt it slip out of her and whimpering with the intense pleasure wracking her body still managed to look down and watch what happened next. The egg uncurled, snapping the wet shell as a tentacled, Cthulhu-like mass with big, almost adorable eyes looked up at her - swimming in the waters. Then the tentacles began to force her even higher to another orgasm... There were still 23 eggs left inside her. After the visions it wasn’t too much of a shock to see the tentacle creature emerge… but she hadn’t expected it to be so cute as it blinked up at her. She smiled softly, about to reach out to pick it up. After all, she thought that was it. But then the tentacle thrust in again hard, hitting right against her g-spot. She cried out, bucking and moaned as moments later she was spiraling through another climax. And another… and another. Each time, she felt an egg slide out of her, her clenching muscles from her climax pushing them from her body as she lost it. One by one her children were birthed, splashing into the pool... And when she was finally finished they surrounded their mother, swimming around her, cooing in a soft, high-pitched tone... Pleading for her attention. Moaning and writhing in the water she completely lost track of time, of her very self. Twenty-four eggs, twenty-four orgasms. She passed out around 16 for a brief moment, but the tentacles revived her, not letting her rest. Her mind was obliterated from so much pleasure. Before she knew it, though, it was over, and she was left panting and shaking in the water, looking down at twenty-four pairs of big round eyes. All of them were cooing, pleading for her attention. But how could she attend to so many at once?! She scooped up two, one in each arm, and tried to quiet them by cradling them to her chest and nuzzling them- but while they quieted the others only grew louder.” Shh-shh it's ok…” She turned this way and that, trying to keep track of them all and help them, but it was clear she was being overwhelmed by the size of her new brood. One by one those that she wasn't attending began to swim under her and crawl between her thighs... Wriggling back up into her core - swimming upstream until they nestled in her womb again. As they crawled in, one after another, her stomach began to expand once more... Her full womb the cradle to her brood. Some crawled up, draping themselves from her shoulders and cooing as they nuzzled her neck. She picked up others, holding them while still one or two more clung to her hips. But at most she could only attend to five or six to any degree. She felt so bad for being unable to hold them all, protect them all. Why would the tentacle creatures impregnate her if she could not be a good mother she wondered? Right as she was fretting over it, though, the others began to swim under her. She gasped, feeling them crawl between her thighs-her eyes widening as they started to wriggle back inside her. What were they doing?” Ohh… mmm… shit….” She gasped, panting and trembled as they crawled back inside her… her body responding to the sensation much to her embarrassment. This didn’t seem right. One by one the other eighteen or so went back inside her, settling on her womb. She could feel their bodies wriggling and moving inside her before settling. And… it felt right. She sighed, relaxing, and smiled softly, leaning against the side of the pool as she played with the ones that had remained outside with her. Two more soon wriggled out from her womb, each latching onto one of her nipples and sucking for all it was worth. Hot milk pumped from her, filling the creatures' tiny bellies. Two by two, they all drank from their mother. ”Oooohhhh….” She moaned softly, sighing with a smile as she felt the suckling on her nipples. They throbbed, releasing milk, and she felt the warm affection pulse and curl through her. Her breasts constantly ached from how swollen they were with milk, but now slowly the pain faded as her young had their first meal. She cradled each pair to her, supporting them as they drank from her. I expected you would be a fine mother. The voice from before chuckled into her mind, You see now that I was correct. Your place is here. To breed. To mother. To breed again. (see now that I was correct. Your place is here. To breed. To mother. To breed again.) The tentacle children made little cooing sighs of happiness. She blinked, looking around as she heard the voice… but it was in her mind, as before. She thought of denying his words… but there seemed little point. Furthermore, she had the children now-ideas of escape meant leaving them motherless… and she just couldn’t do that.” They need more than a mother. What of their father?” She asked, noticing that the tentacles hadn’t stuck around once they were born. Tradition. You will mother them for two weeks. Then they will be cared for. And you will breed once more.

Space Adventures (Rayne & Patriarch)|rating:2.0

Tommy and Maggie Go For a Walk [JuliusCaesar + Ellipsis]

(was going to shit because of Ernesto Luciano. Tommy called him "Lucky." Tommy Holladay had a nickname for everyone, and his old archaeology professor was no exception." Lucky."" Thomas."" Lucky."" Oh, for God's sake," Lucky's wife, Beth, cut in. She brandished a teaspoon at Tommy and told him to quit being a sour-sport. Her odd little colloquialisms sneaked in when she was upset. "Hugh Fitch can find Aztlan. How about that as a product of all your bickering." Tommy cocked a brow and crossed his arms. Hugh Fitch could suck shit in hell for all he cared. He took in a deep breath while his coffee got cold and -- again -- replayed exactly how and why he was bickering with his seventy-year-old graduate professor almost two thousand miles from home. I did not catch a red-eye flight out of JFK to drink shitty coffee in a desert with Lucky for old time's sake. As per usual, Tommy gripped his shoulders and squeezed the back of his neck when he was irritated to calm himself down. Those shoulders used to be tanner than a leather boot ten years ago, but his career over the last decade brought him indoors, teaching, instead of outdoors, digging, like his wonder-dazzled mind would've liked. He rubbed his scruffy jaw, a product of laziness instead of a fashion choice, and rested both his forearms on Lucky's kitchen table. Lucky, after ten years, was no worse of wear. Once he hit sixty, the professor seemed to acquire an ethereal air of agelessness. He sported snow-white hair and a full beard, and he was never caught without his khaki vest, which had a dozen pockets made for trekking, yet they held more typical held things like chewing tobacco and a cloth for cleaning his round glasses. Agile and sharp-witted, there was no match in region for Dr. Ernesto Luciano and his equally-quick wife, who had a PhD of her own in Mesoamerican Anthropology. Each had a dizzying retinue of peer-reviewed articles of their findings in the Yucatán, Peru, and the foothills or New Mexico. Tommy had nothing compared to them -- just a Mayan bauble from a dig twelve years ago in Costa Rica that was worth $12 to the Smithsonian because there were thousands of them." I can't abandon my job for six months to look for the Atlantis of Central America. I just can't, Lucky. Furthermore, I'm sorry." Tommy took a sip of his cold coffee, defeated." Of course, you can," the old man pressed. Not again." Lucky."" Thomas."" Lucky." Again, Beth interjected, "But Hugh Fitch, Tommy!"" Damn Hugh Fitch! If the best archaeologist sin the world can't find Aztlan, that money-mongering bastard sure as hell won't," Tommy snapped. "He's a 'contract explorer' that brings rich tourists on 'adventures.' He's a con artist who can't find a Tonga truck in a sandbox."" Thomas, he's looking for the map that leads to Aztlan, not the city itself. All we need is the map."" That's all," he muttered." When did you become so cynical?" Lucky asked, peering at him over his glasses. "I remember a young man bounding after any chance of adventure with fire in his eyes -- "Beth gave her husband a look. "Spare him the hyperbole, Ernie."" -- and an insatiable desire to discover and foster the ancient relics of humanity's roots, heeding not to fiscal rewards, nor fame nor glory."" Just the map?"" Just," Lucky promised with a twinkle in his eye, "the map."" And who will be coming on this trip?"" A few graduate students," he listed airily, "Beth and myself of course, well...you...and Maggie Dancers."" Christ. Not my ex-wife, Lucky -- ""Heavens above, you married her? You two fought like pole cats in Costa Rica," he snorted. "Well, pole catsdohave to make more pole cats, I suppose."" It was an accident."" You don't marry a woman on accident, Thomas." The twinkle was back. "She'll be here in, oh...what did she say, Beth? Noon? Look at the time! Fancy that, will you? Five minutes." Indeed, everything was going to shit because of Ernesto Luciano. (the last five years, Magdalena Dancers had put up her khakis and hiking boots in favor of heels and pencil skirts. Archaeology had been her love and passion, but as exciting as the thought of expeditions may be, they were often too costly and unsuccessful, most of the rewarding finds already discovered and locked away in a museum. It was easy to be swept away by the romanticism, no, thanks to the Hollywood portrayal of treasure hunters, but the harsh reality was that things rarely happened like in the movies. There were no hidden temples. No booby traps to be triggered. No rubies the size of softballs on gilded pedestals. For the most part, it consisted of camping out in remote locations, clocking in twelve plus hour days, just digging and searching. In the end, the only things you left with were itchy bites from hellish insects and more calluses than you could imagine. While her degree may have been seen as useless by most, it still had its benefits, landing her a stable job as a consultant for several museums based in Texas. The former coed, who used to play in dangerous jungles of Latin America, had become a pillar of the art community in Houston, attending galas for the opening of exhibits or being called to contest the authenticity of items up for auction. It wasn’t what she had hoped to be doing, but it was a living. It came as a rather big surprise when she picked up the phone only to hear the familiar voice of her former grad teacher, Ernest Luciano, coming through the receiver. Maggie always had a soft spot for the old man, but many did. He was just one of those professors that changed a person’s life forever. She was honored that he called, seeking her help, but she had her own reservations. Work could be flexible, but that part of her life was over or so she thought. She had every intention of politely declining, though the temptation of stumbling across the remains of Aztlan, but Ernie knew just how to push her buttons. One mere mention of Hugh Fitch was enough to bring her blood to a boil and some visceral, competitive, and primal part of her agreed before her mind could really process the commitment. And now, here she was, sitting in the driveway of her former mentor, clutching the steering wheel of her rental car as she debated turning around and going back home. With a long, drawn out sigh, Maggie switched off the engine, getting out of the sleek sedan. Heels clicked softly up the paved drive, a casual, navy dress hugging her body as her long legs peeked out from its hem, tan and lean. Glasses perched perfectly on her nose and black hair neatly pulled into a braid, she looked every inch a professional instead of a treasure hunter, one polished nail ringing the doorbell. When the door opened, she was greeted with the sight of the one and only Ernesto Luciano, looking older and wiser than ever. With a warm smile, he yanked her into a hug before holding her at arm’s length, looking her over. “Well, look at you, Magpie! If I didn’t recognize those eyes, I’d say you had the wrong house. What’s with the fancy getup? Those don’t look like digging clothes,” he teased. The name had been his longstanding term of endearment, a reference to her attraction to all things shiny in the world of archaeology.“Hey, Ernie. Slipping into senility yet?” she grinned, knowing that he had been crazy long before the age began to set in, “Sorry about the dress. Had to do an appraisal before I could get out here.”“You look good, Maggie, and don’t lethimtell you any differently. C’mon, there’s coffee in the kitchen and I know Beth is dying to see ya.” Confusion set in. As far as she knew, Ernesto and his wife were the only ones here. Maybe he’s crazier than I thought. But the moment she crossed the threshold to the kitchen, she stilled, freezing in the large archway as she recognized the face of Thomas Holladay, ex-husband and all around bastard. She would have bolted if Beth hadn’t pulled her into an embrace, an obvious effort to calm her down, “If we told you, there was a snowball’s chance in hell you’d show.” Beth was damn right she wouldn’t have shown up. There was a reason why they two of them lived in completely different time zones, why they hadn’t spoken in years, why they had gotten divorced in the first place. Thomas had lost a few shades of color since she had last seen him, a substantial amount of stubble lining his jaw, but apart from that, he was the same as she remembered with a face she could never decide whether to kiss or strangle. With a shake of her head, Maggie tried to pull out of Beth’s hold. “No. No way am I going to work with him. No offense, Tommy,” she finally acknowledged him, her eyes flicking over to his spot at the kitchen table, but before she could turn tail and run, Beth was guiding her to the seat across from him, all but begging her to just hear them out and, like the sucker she was, Magdalena found herself at the whims of Ernie and Beth’s silver tongues, her unshakable sense of pride being the only thing keeping her from leaving. "There is a tribe in a western Tanzania," Beth, ever the anthropologist, told Tommy as a method of calming him down. At the mention of Maggie joining them in the very small kitchen, he got anxious and horny at the same time, which made for high blood pressure. It was all he could do to not throttle Lucky. " -- the Late, who, when a woman produces a stillborn, eat the dead child in a cannibalistic ritual to cleanse the village of demons." Tommy's cheeks puffed out in a held breath. How wonderful. She seemed to hear what he was thinking because she patted his hairy arm with a few soft, light fingers and said, "So be thankful we're going to Mexico and not Tanzania." It was her backwards way of saying that things could be worse. He gave her at a tight smile. "At least there won't be cannibals."" Exactly, Thomas," Lucky said with a grin. "Look on the bright side." Tommy muttered something noncommittal under his breath and started to jostle his knee under the table and gnaw on the inside of his cheek. He was restless. He rose from the table and contemplated leaving, but Lucky had picked him up at the airport. Thirty-five years old, and Lucky and Beth still treated him like he was teenager who didn't know what was best for him. His parents had died in a boating accident off the coast of Maui when he was sixteen, so, in a way, Tommy lacked that advising component in his adult life. Lucky was his professional mentor and, at times, his personal one. This was one of those times. Lucky approached a brooding Tommy at the kitchen sink, and, together, they stared down the driveway from the window." I didn't receive a wedding invitation."" The El Paso town hall was a little cramped," Tommy mumbled." Maggie Dancers? By God, never in a million years would I have assumed..." Tommy shrugged. "It lasted a week. We were good in the bedroom. No place else. Do you know what she's doing now? For a job?" Nobody made a career of being Indiana Jones or Lara Croft. For non-Hollywood archaeologists, anything that could remotely be called "treasure hunting" was a summer gig between teaching semesters." Museum liaison, I believe. Consultant of sorts. Ah. Speaking of the devil -- "While Lucky got the door, Tommy turned away from the window and sat back down at the kitchen table. Beth had refreshed his coffee. He thanked her, but she was quick to be at the door on her husband's heels. While listening to Lucky and Beth fawn over Maggie, he sipped darkly at his coffee and wished it wasn't June. Classes had ended a month ago, so he couldn't play the career card like he'd planned (finding a map was a completely different story than finding a ruined city), nor could he say he simply wasn't interested in the venture. Lucky knew that Tommy wouldkillfor an opportunity to hunt down anything that had a mere association with discovering the now mythical Aztlan. No greeting. No "hello" or "you're looking well" or "long time, no see." Shedidlook well, and ithadbeen a long time since he'd seen her last. Tommy leaned back in his wooden chair and crossed his arms defensively on top of his chest. He gave her an unbroken, challenging stare....no offense, Tommy." Course not," was all he said, and he opted to keep it that way, though he would've loved to make a scathing comment about the clean-cut style she'd seemed to adopted since their divorce. But he couldn't help himself. "How've you been, Ace?" He grinned at her from across the table. There it was, the patronizing nickname. For old time's sake. Lucky sought to call the round before the gloves came out. "You do know the myth of Aztlan, right, Maggie? Or would you like a refresher?" Tommy prayed she wouldn't like a refresher. Ernesto Luciano's renditions of Aztec mythology could last three or four whole class sessions. Sitting across from Tommy, she was reminded of their turbulent history. For the most part, Maggie had done her best to forget about their tumultuous relationship and their brief, explosive marriage, but there were times when she just couldn’t seem to put if from her mind. Like now, for instance. She didn’t know why they had decided marriage was some fantastic idea in the first place, if you could even call it a marriage. It lasted a little over a week and, whenever they weren’t in bed, they were usually fighting. It became quite obvious that the only thing they had in common was their attraction to one another. Furthermore, it wasn’t something to base a marriage on and great sex could only get you so far. The only good memories they shared usually involved them being naked. Part of her wanted to believe there were some redeeming qualities that would be able to salvage their union, but, in the end, the only thing that could solve their problem was signing those divorce papers. Seeing him now, Maggie wasn’t quite sure what to say or how to even greet him. Embracing him like she did with Ernie and Beth was too awkward, and it was probably best that they lay off the physical contact. She wasn’t expecting him to be here, that was for damned sure, so she was still a little shell-shocked at seeing the ghost of her past. Maggie would have liked to say she moved on, had become happily married to a man that had been worth the time and effort, but there had been virtually no one until just recently. Call her gun shy, but she wasn’t in a hurry to make the same mistake twice, declining any and all invitations for nice dinners or even casual drinks. Ace? Really? How old are we? When she was younger, Maggie secretly loved the little endearment he had given her, but now, she couldn’t stand the single syllable, bringing back way too many memories for her comfort. Her glossy lips pursed briefly before flashing a condescending smile, “I’ve been just swell, Tommy. Nothing but peaches and cream until about five minutes ago when I laid my eyes on your brooding mug.” Her voice was all sugary sweetness, oozing with aloofness and a flash of Texan charm. She had hoped the reference of peaches would bring to light a certain recollection, a steamy sense of nostalgia when he had watched her delve into the ripe piece of fruit, his eyes dark and hooded as she sucked the juices from her fingers, tormenting him from their kitchen table. It had resulted in a particularly sudden and intense reaction, one that left her on shaky legs for hours, but perhaps he had forgotten. Ithadbeen quite awhile, though, she couldn’t resist the chance at teasing him in turn. But Maggie was here because of Ernie, not to get into it with her ex, her childish antics giving way to professionalism. “No need, Ernie. I did a bit of research, already, just to jumpstart my memory. It had been quite awhile since I touched anything older than the 16th century,” she lamented, mentally on the same page as Thomas. She remembered how the old man liked to ramble. Not that she didn’t enjoy his stories and lectures, but she thought it's best to get started, especially if Hugh Fitch was hoping to get his grubby paws on the location of Aztlan. Unfortunately, most of the rich collectors she came in contact with had more of an interest in Renaissance pieces. It wasn’t exactly her expertise, but she took a few more courses that the museum happily paid for to up her repertoire.“Suit yourself,” Ernesto sniffed with mock offense.”One question, though, if I agree to join you, and that’s Abigail, where are we starting and how are we getting there?” Maggie asked, recognizing the familiar dread settling in her stomach. Odds were they would have to fly. God, how she hated flying. It was something she had never been able to get used to and, usually, she would sedate herself to the point where she would sleep throughout the entire flight, the only thing she found that had worked. But normally on these trips, travel time was used to encourage discussions between the group, a way to exchange information and brainstorm. She wasn’t exactly a font of information when she had a Valium coursing through her veins. Tommy didn't like to be teased, and Maggie knew that, goddamn her. When he saw something he liked, he snapped, grabbed for it, and thought about the consequences later, which was what had gotten them into the whole marriage mess to begin with. Peaches and cream. Oh, the puns. That morning, breakfast had turned into something else. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, unable to do anything in response but cock an indignant brow. But she asked a good question. The "when" and "how" were important to him too. He sat forward in his seat, uncrossing his arms and resting them towards the center of the small table. Tommy Holladay was a big man who liked to invade other people's personal space. Especially when it grated on their nerves." As soon as possible," Ernie said. "Beth and I have been to the biggest academics in the game, haven't we, Bet?" Only Ernie called his wife 'Bet.' She'd flay alive anyone else who dared to steal her husband's endearment. She opened a folder she'd been protecting the whole morning. Ernie narrated while she spread out the papers. "The government has granted us a stipend for travel expenses and the likes, provided we document our findings and pass them on to national museums for the public perusal. Between signing forms and being given permission from the Mexican government, we can start digging in a week." Tommy nodded. "Earlier, you were vague on who would be with us."" Three of my best three graduate students and three of Beth's best, you two, and a team of locals that Beth and I worked with in the past; a party the fraction of a size of a Fitch's."" And no excavators and construction equipment."" Correct, Thomas," Ernie said. "As I've told my students many times, it's not worth destroying the White House -- "" -- to salvage a silver spoon."" We'll be in archaeologically unmapped territory, exploring ruins that have never been seen by white men. Roughing it, keep in mind. You will not go back to your hotel in Mexico City every night. Tommy sat back in his seat, satisfied. "I'll go, Lucky. I haven't explored in years." The aging explorer smiled and spread his fingers on the table, directing his attention towards Maggie. "What you decide is, of course, your decision. All you have to do is pack and book a flight for next Monday. And refrain from physically maiming Mr. Holladay." Maggie didn’t miss the peek of his tongue as he swiped at his bottom lip, an eyebrow quirked in annoyance. Surprisingly, he was silent, but that was probably for the best given their present company. It was easy to figure out why they didn’t work out, even a blind man could see that, but Ernie and Beth didn’t need to know the sordid details, especially regarding their sex life. Her smile spread wider as if the two of them shared a secret, giving Tommy a playful wink that was sure to irritate him further, one of life’s simple pleasures, in her opinion. Of course, he wouldn’t let her get away with it that easily, his arms stretching across the table, causing her to pull back, sliding as far away from his reaching hands as possible, eyeing his limbs, warily. The fact that the government was willing to provide them a stipend was impressive, but the older couple had pages worth of academic awards and prestigious accolades. They were trusted figures in their field and, if they wanted to pursue a map for a city that might not even exist, rest assured, it was going to happen. Picking up the copies of paper laid out in front of her, Maggie began scanning the documents, complete with tentative itineraries. Apart from Tommy, she had no problem with the rest of the members on the expedition, knowing that this would prove to be vital experience for the lucky, selected few. Despite the smaller setup, Maggie had faith in the Luciano's, knowing that they relied on their skill and honed intuition rather than obnoxious displays of technology. Depending on gadgets was a mistake than many tended to make. The conditions of an excavation were always changing and accidents happen. If you trusted too much in your equipment, you were bound to be screwed once it has the stuff starting breaking, and it would break, without a doubt. Besides, Maggie much preferred the more organic methods of discovery. Tommy agreed to go, her prayers clearly ignored, and all that was left was whether she was going to tag along. On top of that, they would be flying. Things weren’t starting out in her favor, that’s for sure, but the prospect of uncovering the map to Aztlan spoke to her sense of adventure, the thrill-seeking part of her personality that had collected layers of dust over the last few years. Maggie could feel the sets of eyes on her, waiting for her response. Honestly, there were enough people going and there would be plenty to keep her busy. She probably wouldn’t even need to say more than a few words to Tommy. “Don’t worry, Ernie. I’ve had enough of Mr. Holladay to last me a lifetime. That being said… I’ll go. I shudder to think where you’d end up if I left you with him.” Maggie knew she was pushing her luck. For the most part, Tommy had been reasonably civil with her, and she’d combated that civility with scathing remarks and hidden innuendo. She had always been a bit of a spitfire and something about Thomas had always gotten under her skin, more so now than ever before. But sitting in this kitchen with little to distract her, it was as if she couldn’t control herself.“Are we all traveling together or is there a rendezvous point in Mexico? I’m not exactly the best flier, in case you don’t remember,” she reminded them with a flush of embarrassment. She didn’t know quite what she’d do to pass the time between now and Monday, probably research and gather supplies. What she didn’t know was what Thomas planned on doing, stuck here, unless he planned on going back home himself. “What about you, Tommy? Are you going to hang around or head back to… New York, is it?” When Maggie said that she would come on the trip, Tommy tried his best to hide his growing smirk; he looked like he was attempting to swallow his tongue with the way his brows creased together and his eyes widened. But his lips quirked in the end. Just can't resist, can you, Ace? Neither can I. He'd wade through a sea of fifty exes to go on an archaeological venture. Maggie was only one woman, and as such, she could be only so distracting. He settled back into his chair, the wood creaking comfortably beneath the bulk of his weight, with a smug look on his face. Hopefully, his expression would taunt her more than a sarcastic quip. Tommy was only hellbent on terrorizing her because he had a few years of inactivity to make up for." I'll hold your hand if you like," he offered. He had a feeling that she'd rather saw off her own wrist. He'd flown once with Maggie, and she'd drooled on his shoulder the whole way to Costa Rica." It doesn't matter how you get there so long as you're in Mexico City by next Sunday night. We leave for the site at the crack of dawn Monday," Ernie said. He glanced over at Tommy. "In lieu of leaving, I have to drive somebody to the airport." That was a satisfactory answer to Maggie's question without Tommy needing to speak. He stood from the table, and Beth gave him a folder that had addresses, forms to sign, and a sizable dissertation on the indigenous peoples of southern Mexico. With his belongings zipped into a backpack, the only thing he'd brought on the plane, he shouldered on the bag and had to bend low to give Beth a hug. "Oh, I'm so glad you'll be digging with us. I've heard some fine things about a certain Dr. Holladay over at NYU," the salt-and-pepper-haired woman gushed, brushing the invisible dust off his shoulders and squeezing his arms like she would a son. Beth and Ernie weren't able to have children, so they went significantly out of their way to make Tommy feel like he was part of some extended family of archaeological academia. He told her he was honored and that it was his pleasure. With the Luciano's, he felt like he was perpetually seventeen. After the warm goodbye from Beth, he simply looked at Maggie, eyes sweeping over her as if she wasn't there at all. He wondered if it was going to be like this the entire trip -- nothing out of their mouths but scathing comments and double entendres meant to goad. While one of the finest archaeologists in the country, known for his ability to find a needle in a haystack, searched unwittingly for his car keys, Tommy was stuck on his old professor's words. You don't marry a woman on accident, Thomas. No. No, you don't. It had been 100% intentional. Regardless, an obvious mistake. His dark eyes found her again. "See you in Mexico." Beth jerked his attention away. "Oh, for God's sake, if they had teeth, they'd bite you." She snatched the keys off a hook next to the door and pushed them into Ernie's chest. On her way back to the kitchen table, she patted Tommy's forearm. "Now have a safe flight." Maggie didn’t appreciate the look of victory that flashed across Tommy’s face. They both shared a similar passion, so he damn well knew that she would never pass up the opportunity to slip into her gear and brave the wilds. With her polished exterior, it was easy to think she was the type of woman who loathed getting dirty. That opinion couldn’t be farther from the truth. Unfortunately, playing around in mud didn’t yield much of a paycheck.“I’ll pass,” she replied, deadpan as she declined his offer. It sounded easy enough, getting to Mexico. She didn’t necessarily have to take a plane, but there was really no other option if she wanted to arrive in a timely fashion and didn’t want to spend days driving. The only thing that let her breath a sigh of relief was the fact they weren’t going to be getting there as a group. She didn’t want her first impression to the Luciano's grad students to be of her drooling on herself, curled up in her seat like a gigantic baby. It was awfully hard to take a person seriously after witnessing that. Maggie’s brows lifted in genuine surprise at the mention of NYU, clearly impressed. She had known that Thomas had relocated to New York, but that was about it. She went out of her way to avoid anything having to do with Thomas Holladay. But as soon as the appraising look crossed her face, it was gone in an instant, not wanting to give her ex-husband an even bigger ego than he probably already had. Deep down, though, part of her was glad at his success. It was a hard thing to accomplish for people in their field. As Ernie frantically searched for his keys, hands patting at the many pockets of his vest, coming up empty, she could feel Tommy’s gaze on her, flicking over her quickly as if she were invisible. The air felt tense, even more so than the start of their little reunion. The moment he leveled his eyes on her, actually looking at her for more than a passing second, she returned it, blue eyes light and cold. “Looking forward to it. Travel safely, Tommy.” After Beth gave her husband a helping hand with her keys, the old archaeologist came to cradle Maggie’s face in his tanned, wrinkled hands. “Glad to have you on board, Magpie,” bending down, he gave her a light peck on the cheek as she smiled. Ernie then gave his wife a very thorough goodbye before leaving, Thomas in tow as Beth and Maggie were left in the kitchen. As soon as the two men were out of the door, Beth turned to her, mischief in her eyes. She had always been like a surrogate mother to her while she attended the university and, like most mother figures, she couldn’t resist a bit of teasing. “You two should be living in a house packed with little hellions by now, not flashing your fangs,” she wagged a finger at her.”Beth, please! We were only good at one thing, and it certainly wasn’t coexisting peacefully.”“Oh, spare me, Maggie. I’ve been around an awfully long time. I know chemistry when I see it and the pair of you are boiling with it.” Listening to Beth made her feel like a nervous coed again, flushing in embarrassment at the discussion of her failed former relationship. Rising from her chair, she enveloped the woman in her arms, murmuring into her hair, “You’re just as crazy as your husband.” The comment earned her a hearty laugh as she gave her goodbyes, knowing she’d see her again in a few days, and it felt oddly like a sense of homecoming. The flight had gone smoothly, but then again, Maggie had slept through most of it, not even the rumbling of the aircraft’s engines being enough to wake her. She loved the bustle of airports, it was just the fact you were several thousand feet up in the air, stuck on a plane with nowhere to go, that bothered her. It made her feel trapped. The only thing that she found helped were dainty little pills, the wonders of pharmaceuticals. Her gear had taken up at least two suitcases with another for her clothes. She wasn’t quite sure what they would need and technology had changed since the last time she had been on an expedition. Whatever they didn’t require, Maggie could easily ship back to the museum where it would be held until she returned home. In the large folder that Beth gave her was the address for the hotel they were staying at for the night. They’d be leaving before the sun even had a chance to breach the horizon, destined to camp out in the jungles and foothills. Maggie was certainly going to make the best of her last night sleeping in comfort. Taking a taxi to the hotel, Maggie was greeted by a bellhop, carrying her bags up to her room while she checked in at the desk. So far, she had been the first one to arrive, which wasn’t unusual. She tended to be the most punctual out of any group, and she didn’t like being rushed around, preferring to have plenty of time to relax. At the desk, she left a message for Ernie and Beth to let her know when they got in, interested in meeting the small group of their students. The hotel was lovely, capitalizing on the temperate climate and adopting a jungle theme, large, deep green plants lining the walls. The decor carried over to her room, outfitted in rich meridians and warm bases. The only thing that stood out was the fact that the room had two beds, meaning she’d be bunking with someone, hoping it was one of the students. The Luciano's weren’t ones to waste money either, even if the government had been the ones providing a bit of assistance. Doubling up obviously would cut down on costs. Tipping the bellhop, Maggie dragged her bags onto her bed. She had decided to don a pair of sweats for the plane ride, preferring to remain in comfort as much as possible, but she wasn’t about to keep them on for first introductions and god knew that Thomas would have a few things to say about the ‘lazy day’ attire. Rifling through her things, she yanked out a pair of shorts and a gray tee, hitting the shower. "Safe" or not, Tommy spent his flight back to JFK taking a trip down memory lane. On his laptop, he must've had two or three hundred photographs and videos from his adventures in Central America. Mostly it was a Guatemala and Oaxaca because the ancient Mayan and Aztec empires didn't extend too far down the isthmus, but there was some Nicaragua and Costa Rica mixed in with his sizable library of thumbnail JPEGs. He was awful with a camera. Pictures had too much flash or not enough. His thumb was in the way of half of them, and the candid she'd taken were outright embarrassing, complete with self-takes at the feet of a skeleton half-a-century old. Crammed in economy with his computer open on the plastic fold-down table, Tommy glazed over files he'd seen dozens of times. Towards the end of the folder were the videos he never clicked on that would forever remain a digital mile away from Maggie Dancers' eyes. Her voice sounded tinny through headphones, but there was a discernible humor in her verbal jabs that had been missing at the Luciano's' kitchen table. A kaleidoscope of color jostled across the screen, a jumble of hotel bedsheets, as past-Tommy got his bearings on the camera." -- tell if it's recording or not."" A month of it glued to your hand, and you haven't figured it out yet?"" That's what she said."" Tommy -- ""Tell me about your day, Ace,"he said, but she covered the lens of the camera with her palm, laughing. He could just barely make her out saying 'but you know what happened!' Abruptly, he closed his laptop and ripped the headphones out of the jack. A week, two delayed flights, and a gut-wrenching cab ride later, all Tommy wanted was a shower. Mexican summers were so humid that the air felt sticky even in the hotel lobby. Groggy and irritable from traveling, he didn't make note when the desk girl gave him what she said was thesecondkey to his room. The bellhop took everything but his backpack, which Tommy opted to carry. In the elevator, he rang up Ernie to tell him he'd arrived safe in sound in Mexico City. You call me as soon as you get there. I have something important to tell you." Great, thanks," he mumbled to the bellhop, lugging his bags into 409, with his phone between his shoulder and cheek as other line rang. " -- Lucky, it's Tommy." What the hell do I need two beds for? He heard the shower running, and that definitely wasn't a guy's luggage he was looking at. So much for hoping it would be one of the graduate students." You and Maggie need to figure out all your personal issues," his old professor said. "You near liquidized each other last week. I won't have you bickering and fighting for the entire trip. I'm too old for that nonsense." In a way, the Luciano's were right. Tommy and Maggie couldn't avoid each other forever because of a week-long marriage. It was immature and unprofessional when their cantankerous attitudes seeped into their work lives. He was sure that they'd be able to survive a night together in a measly hotel room. Personal screw-ups aside, they were both level-headed individuals. At least when they weren't in bed. If she was hellbent on not sharing a room with him, he'd leave. With a great groan, he sank onto the end of the unclaimed bed and put his head in his hands. Tommy raked his fingers through his hair, pushed his knuckles against his eyes, and squeezed his shoulders. Everything felt sweaty and sticky. He hadn't shaved, and his body ached like he'd just been strung up on a clothesline for hours. When he heard the shower stop, he zipped open his duffel bag and started to dig around for fresh clothes. The shower was just what she needed, steam coating the fixtures as she cranked the hot water. Hours spent sleeping on an airplane tended to wreak havoc on the muscles, but she could feel the knots loosening under the warm, pressurized jets streaming from the shower head. For minutes, Maggie simply just stood there, head tipped back with a sigh of satisfaction. With her thick, dark hair, she exhausted the paltry, sample bottles of shampoo. She truly didn’t understand the point of the tiny containers. Unless you were a man or bald, there was barely enough in those damned things, but she made it work, the smell of vanilla and tropical flowers filling the shower. Maggie had brought along her own toiletries, but she didn’t want to waste them, especially when they were practically their own category of precious resources while away from civilization in the Mexican wilderness. Her body was soon to follow, lathering up the soap in her hands and spreading it across her skin, memories of Tommy flashing once again. He would always take great care washing the dirt from her body after a particularly grimy day digging. Maggie wished she could enjoy the nostalgia, but her lips set into a grim line, the bar of soap thudding against the tub as she dropped it. She hadn’t thought about the man in years, making a concerted effort to push him from her mind, but since their reunion in the Luciano's’ kitchen, her thoughts kept straying to him more than she would have liked. Turning off the shower with a few harsh twists of the knobs, Maggie yanked a fluffy towel off the rack, frustrated with herself. Covering her head, she rubbed at her soaked hair, coaxing it dry with rapid motions, wringing the tresses until they stopped dripping. Wiping the rest of the water from her skin, Maggie slipped into her shorts and shirt with a casual, jersey knit bra and panty set. Lace tended to chafe. Feeling rejuvenated, she wiped the fog from the mirror, fresh-faced and content, the excitement of the impeding adventure sparking in her belly. It was a sensation she had missed, though the happiness was short-lived, the smile faltering on her face as she stepped from the bathroom.“Tommy?” She would recognize that back anywhere, his body turned away as he rooted through his belongings. “I take it you’re my new roommate,” she said with grim resolution. Maggie could have made a fuss about it, demanding a new room, but it was just one night and, odds were, they would be too busy catching up on sleep and meeting with everyone else that they wouldn’t be alone and conscious for very long. Sweat stained his shirt in noticeable patches, a petulant look on his face. Maggie had spent enough time with Tommy on excavations to know when he needed a bit of relaxation, a testament to their former closeness. Stepping out of the door frame, she gestured to the bathroom, “Shower’s all yours, though you may want to wait for the hot water. I wasn’t expecting company so soon.” It was the first considerate thing she had done since seeing him again, but rest assured, Maggie wasn’t about to make a habit of it. Because Tommy was going to need almost everything in his bag, he slung it over his shoulder. He was too exhausted to give Maggie hell, and, frankly, there was nothing to give her hell for. It was their first time alone since the divorce seven years ago, and they were being civil to each other. But he caught her fallen smile. "Beth and Lucky say we have 'issues to resolve' before the trip," he told her. "I want a cold shower. I've been sweating since New York." He had a slight Brooklyn accent, as he'd been born and raised in Brooklyn, but the education system had beaten most of it out of him. Maggie, on the other hand, had that Southern tang to her words, a characteristic he found uniquely attractive because he almost always picked up on the tiny inflections foreign to him. He smelled like sweat and stale airplane, and, as he brushed by her, he noticed that she had some vanilla thing going on, which intensified exponentially when he stepped into the flower-scented sauna she'd made the bathroom. The hottest water he got was a tepid lukewarm. It was perfect; cool enough, warm enough, and -- best of all -- refreshing. Tommy had gotten a garish scar near his hip and a tattoo on his back since Maggie had last seen him naked, but, other than that, he was the same. Once he rinsed off the worst of the salty sweat, he lathered up thick with soap he'd brought (an adulthood of traveling had taught him to always bring his own shampoo). He pressed his palms to the back wall of the shower after he was clean and let the throbbing water beat on the knotted muscles in his back and shoulders. Though he would've been perfectly fine with staying that way until he had to leave in the morning, he was out of the bathroom in ten minutes, shaved, barefoot, and dressed in khaki shorts and a plain t-shirt." We're talking some about the trip and getting drinks with the grad students down the block," he said to Maggie if she was still around. "You met them yet?" Maggie said nothing as Tommy walked by, holding her tongue from making any snide comments. She wasn’t sure how they were going to resolve whatever issues they had, but Ernie and Beth seemed to think it was necessary or else they wouldn’t have thrust the two of them together in a small hotel room. In her opinion, divorced couples didn’t always get along. If they did, they probably wouldn’t have separated in the first place. Of course, not all marriage problems stem from the inability to stand each other, but with her and Tommy, that seemed to be at the forefront of their problems. As peers, they had constantly bickered, disagreeing with each other about the age of a coin or the correct way to a tomb. She honestly didn’t know why they thought a thing like overwhelming attraction would neutralize that. But was it really all about lust? They weren’t stupid people, by any means, so the notion that they decided to get hitched simply because they had a lot of sexual chemistry didn’t hold much weight; however, that was a mystery Maggie was in no hurry to solve. There was no point in dredging up the past seven years later, despite doing exactly that as part of their occupation. It was different when it was personal. She didn’t know why she stayed in the room. Maggie could have left, avoiding him like they had been doing for years. It was working well for the two of them, but then Ernesto Luciano had to dangle the proverbial carrot in front of their faces, knowing that they could never resist. Sitting on her bed, cross-legged, Maggie spread out the pile of papers Beth had given her as well as a few bits of research she had done by herself, her laptop opened and off to the side. Going through each piece, she read through the contents again, highlighting specific information regarding the map or its whereabouts; any clues that may help, no matter how vague. She went over the tentative itinerary again; her glasses perched dangerously low on her nose as she slipped her fingers beneath the lenses to rub at her tired eyes. Dark hair began its slow drying, curling and frizzing slightly, no, thanks to the god awful heat. It wasn’t long until she heard the shower stop and a refreshed looking Tommy emerge from the bathroom. His stubble was gone. Maggie wouldn’t say it was an improvement. She always liked the rugged look on him, but his appearance didn’t suffer without it, that’s for sure.“I haven’t seen anyone but you, yet. Let me get my shoes on, and we can head down, unless you’d rather make your way by yourself, I’m sure I can manage to find the place,” she shrugged, climbing off the bed, careful not to disturb her maze of paperwork. Slipping on some socks and her boots, she began tugging at the laces, bending over toward her toes as she tied them into a tight bow. She would trade heels for these any day of the week, her feet thanking her for the fact that her shoes actually had cushioned support for a change.

Tommy and Maggie Go For a Walk [JuliusCaesar + Ellipsis]|rating:4.0

Puppy puppy puppy...

Lox had to smile at her murmured comment, and loved the fact that he was able to make his poor puppy so very hot and bothered, but he groaned himself at the feel of her hand with his, and god the way she coaxed her undies down and finally the feel of her wet sex against his shaft. Her murmured words that she was ready was more than enough for Lox to slip his hands down to her hips before kissing her softly, loving the taste of her mouth as he pushed the head of his cock against her sex. It amazed him how wet she was, but he was glad because otherwise it would have been too painful doing this kind of thing. The way she had looked down at his length and averted her eyes explained more than enough that she was still somewhat hesitant and nervous but then again it was her first time. Slowly and a deep moan issuing from him, he pushed into her and groaned as she squeezed him more tightly than he could have ever imagined. He stopped for a moment with only the head of his cock within her until she relaxed enough for him to continue pushing in, but even so she was still tensing up and tightening around his length in an unimaginably pleasurable way. He wasn't even halfway in when he felt a slight resistance and knew he found his lover's hymen and slowly after pulling out to the tip he slid more easily in with her wetness and past that spot. Holding her close, Lox kissed her lovingly as he pushed himself farther and farther into her until he at last was completely inside and broke the kiss with a pant. It surprised him he could fit all the way into her, and she was squeezing and tightening around him like a glove, but he slowly pulled out and once more sheathed himself into her and waited for a moment. Though he wanted to take her then and there, he was hell-bent on not hurting her and knew taking her virginity would be painful he still had the desire to let her adjust more. Moving his hands to either side of her underneath her arms Lox kissed her once more before backing out all the way to the tip and slowly pushing all the way in once more, his entire length now coated with her wetness as he slipped his tongue past her lips to play with her own, touching the tips of her prickly canines that sent shivers down his spine. Those were meant to tear at his kinds' throat, and yet here he was slowly fucking her as his mate and attending to her own lusts as well as his own. The feel of her and the heady scent of her body was making his head dizzy and warm, but he continued to slowly push in and out to make sure it wouldn't be too painful. Soon enough however he was sure she would show a measure of rowdiness, and he'd have his chance too. Ravenna's bit hard on her lower lip in such concentration, she almost drew blood. She tried to focus eon breathing, but there was so much going on between the two of them, it was decidedly impossible. Her body was so hot, in and out, and his body entangled in hers fed into the fire. Her small hands clung to her mate's broad back, claws slowly sprouting from her human nails to sink into her lover's back. "Inf," the canine whimpered unwillingly as her lamb began to sink his hard, lengthy appendage into her. Her amber eyes squeezed shut in anticipation, and her short rapid breath began to intensify. She knew this would hurt, especially considering the size that of the man she was with. As Dox slid into her, she found it... first uncomfortable, then more natural. The pain and irregularity became... in an odd way right. Her claws and hand loosened slightly, and she suddenly felt it easier to breath. She lowered her head, resting it against the hollow of Dox's neck, and spread her legs a bit wider, allowing him easier access to her opening. Thanks to her lamb's soft consideration, she was finally beginning to see what sex was really all about. "Mmm," the man's coyote moaned onto his neck as the feel of him inside her had blossomed from pain to pleasure. Lox used his lover's body and reactions as a measuring stick. First the pain of her claws digging into her back and the rigid and choppy way her breathing was until at last the feel of her claws receding from his flesh, and the soft moan of his lover against his neck as she spread her legs wider for him. Lox's breathing had intensified as well, and after once more sinking himself into his puppy he smiled impishly before wrapping his arms around her waist and easily leaning back, lifting her up into his lap as he kissed her once more. Finding her tongue with his own, he easily held her hips and lifted her up before sliding her back down over his length, groaning softly into the kiss before breaking it and nipping at her soft ear. Grinding her in a tight circle over his cock, he pulled his lover up and pushed her down as he bucked gently into her, nibbling on her neck and slowly down her shoulder as he made his lovely puppy ride his length. With each stroke Lox slowly pulled and pushed her down faster over his length but made sure not to pump quite so hard into her as he moaned with the pleasure of moving within and feeling her body slide against his own as he made her ride him. While he fucked her, he shifted himself from underneath her to push in at a different angle, varying just how exactly deep he was going into her and what spots he was pushing firmly against as he nipped her soft ear once more and enjoyed the feel of her. He was looking for his puppies special little spot deep within to work her into the same maddening lust she had been in earlier, and as he kissed and sucked gently on her neck he began pumping into her faster as he craved the adorably cute muffled voice when she was so very hot and bothered. He could feel his own peak building as well but for the moment it was well within his control. The puppy's breath got heavier and began to speed up as her lover's flesh inside her began to bring more and more pleasure. Ravenna couldn't bare to even her eyes, her whole body was tingly and sensitive. Each touch and brush in and out of her skin was electrifying and made her alive and aware like never before. Each kiss was more delicious than the last, and made her crave them more viciously. "Hmm." As Dox began to shift the coyote's hazel eyes slowly cracked open to reveal state of being. They were cloudy with lust and pleasure, though once they were open they saw Dox and where he was going. Seeing Dox had made her blush considerably brighter than she had been already. He looked devastatingly handsome and oh, so sexy, hot and straining as he worked his way in and out of her. "Man... Ohh." Ravenna was more than glad to meet the male's lips in another fiery kiss, when she realized that Dox was rearranging them. He was slowly placing her on top, and he was laying back. The idea made her bite her lip again, and blush even brighter yet. It was strange, and embarrassing that she would be doing something like this. She never did anything sexy, and this was... she didn't have words for it. At first, she chewed on her lip and tried not to look at the perfect prince beneath her, but immediately found it hard to ignore both him and what was happening. "Hash," the puppy atop the lamb gasped as his large arms both raised her up and dropped her. "Mann...HHH..." Ravenna's hot cheeks glowed, perky brown nipples hardening, and found herself moving willingly with the them of Dox's arms and thrusts. "Hugh, god..." the puppy was beginning to love the sensations produced by their friction, and moved with more will, more force. "Mm, Dox." She whimpered, all of these new feelings were so overwhelming. Her hands rolled themselves up his flawless body to rub and down his chest and shoulders as she rocked her hips. Lox felt his mind slowly melting into a blissful pool of pleasure as his puppy began riding him all the more willingly as he thumped into her. Every so often he'd catch her little moans, her gasps, and more than anything else the utterly wonderful way she panted out his as her hips pushed down harder and harder to meet his upwards thrust. For a moment everything seemed to float away before he looked into his lovers eyes groggy with pleasure and warmth to realize exactly what was going on. He was currently sitting on a couch, with one of many natural predators riding his length and moaning his name sometimes with pleasure, and he was getting dangerously close to hitting his own peak and coming inside his beautiful mate. Dipping his head to nip at his lovers neck Lox's hands shifted to her round ass, firmly caressing hand pushing her down harder into his own pumps as his mind reeled with the feel of her breath against his body and those soft hands caressing him. He smiled impishly as a thought occurred to him, and though they were both more or less drunk with pleasure he thought he might have just one more little bit of fun with his puppy before they reached their climax. Lox pushed her all the way down once more before lifting her up and off of his shaft as he kissed her once more and stood up, still kissing her as he wandered in what seemed like an aimless direction. It was not so as he soon came into the bedroom and decided to play with his cute lover in a way that might very well get a giggle out of her but more so work out that intense lust and his own too. Leaning down Lox laid her on the bed stomach first and kissed the back of her neck softly before he teased her sex with the head of his cock and sank the entire length once more deep within her. By this time they were both wet enough so it wouldn't hurt, but god she was squeezing the hell out of him which only made him slide out and push back into her as his hands found their way to the tops of hers and laced their fingers together. Lox had decided he might as well take his puppy doggy style, and though gave her ample room to arch her back his pace was nice and firm as he enjoyed the sound of her beautiful ass thumping into his crotch. He wanted to hear her pant, growl, and bark, but he wanted to feel his lover at last cream herself over his length. He was hell-bent on not letting go until he felt her first, but he was fighting a losing battle and felt his own peak bubbling up closer and closer as his pace increased along with the force of each thrust. The coyote panted above her gorgeous lover, enjoying every second of their bonding. Every moment became better and better, she could feel a certain piling inside of her, as if with just a few more something's, the pile would explode when suddenly she was moved. "Mph," she whimpered into the kiss, and wrapped her legs around him, not wanted him to leaver her. Then she realized what he was doing. Her cheeks burned again, but she followed his lead. Placed on the bed, she panted heavily, her belly flushed against it's surface. She spread her legs for him, feeling naughty, and flexed her fingers against his. She bit her lip in anticipation, craving that oh, so delicious sensation of being filled. Filled with him. "NNN~" she half moaned and whined as Dox slid into her once more. "Mmm... so good." She whispered, and pushed back against him, making sure he was all the way in her. "Mmm," She moaned, as he once again began to pump himself in and out of her regularly. God, it was amazing, and the faster and stronger he went the quicker she felt that building inside her again. She rocked her body with his, pushing against him each time their body's met, until finally she began to climax. "CNN... Y-yes... Oh, God!!" Her hips began to slam backwards against his, erratically, desperately. "Yes!... Yes! Fuck! ... Dox!~" Her claws dug into the sheets, and her sharp teeth sunk into the pillow before her. She screamed into it and spasmed as she came, her hips still rocking as she rode each wave of pleasure until there was nothing left. As his mate finally hit her climax, the moment his lover tightened up over him and the feel of her hot liquid pleasure wash over his length he came himself. Lox met her every push with his own hard thrust, groaning deeply as he fucked her hard and firm against the bed with every stream of seed being pushed deeper until he felt it being forced out of her tight pussy. Lox wrapped his arms about her waist and continued to fuck her to not only draw out her hard orgasm but to work out every little bit of his own seed until he at last jammed his length deeply into her and released his final stream of cum. He panted against her ear as he stayed buried in his lover before at long last he slipped out of her and slid his right hand down to her hot pussy. Firmly but affectionately he rubbed her sex, working out his own seed as he licked and nibbled at her soft ear before collecting her in his arms and hugging her lovingly against his body. She seemed to weigh nothing as he lifted her up once more and laid down with her on her bed, pulling her fleshly against his body as he stroked his last hand slowly and softly down her back and tail. He wanted to tell her how good that was, and how much he loved her attentions but all he could do was pant softly against her ear as he held her close, nuzzling and kissing the top of her head before finally dipping his head to murmur softly to her. "Thank you... Rae." He whispered lovingly before kissing her and hugging her gently. The taste of her mouth and the warm fuzzy afterglow of an intense sexual encounter had his mind dazed with pleasure and happiness as he listened and felt the warm breath of his lover and the soft feel of her body against his. He couldn't have ever asked for a more beautiful and wonderful lover in her, and he hadn't ever thought of it before now that such a relationship was even possible but as he lay there with her in his arms he was content to leave it be and simply enjoy being with her. "Mann," Ravenna hummed softly as his seed dribbled out of her. It felt so good. She would be sore in the morning, but it would be lovely. The kind of sore that you love, because it reminds you of what you'd done. She would adore it, and not wish it away. When he pulled her into his arms, she hummed again and lightly trembled. She felt so weak and tired now, like her limbs were cooked noodles. And it didn't help that she was slowly cooling off, and the warm body of her lover was soon flushed against her own. A lazy but goofy smile fell on her lips and as her eyes remained glazed from the pleasure, she looked up at him. Returning the kiss was delightful, his lips were so perfect and sweet. She laid her head back down and closed her eyes. She could have been meet seconds away from sleep when he spoke. Ravenna smiled and answered with a whisper, "I love you." Lox instinctually pulled the covers up and over the two of them, making sure his lover was nicely wrapped and warm but kept her firmly against his own flesh as he heard her words and smiled happily. "I love you too Rae..." He murmured blissfully as he cuddled closer and with in the barest few moments fell into a deep sleep with the warmth of his lover and the soft scent of her body coaxing him into deep and wonderful sleep. All through the night while he slept, Lox would gently nuzzle and kiss his lover as his mind and body rested in a way unthinkable to him before and though he didn't want it to end he felt the fuzzy haze of wakefulness impose on his wonderful warm bliss. Cracking an eye open, he found his lover sleeping against him just as before and smiled softly choosing to doze for a while longer before he was fully awake even with the warmth of his lover beside him. He thought about murmuring to her but decided touches would be a more welcome way of waking her up. Dipping his head, he licked her neck very slowly before kissing gently, crooning gently against her soft ear before nipping it at the base and very slowly up to the tip. While he occupied her poor ears, his hands worked slowly around her body rubbing, caressing, and with a little smile playing over his lips firmly grasping her round hips and ass as he enjoyed simply touching his new lover. He found it terribly satisfying coaxing her out of sleep in this manner, and though he thought about letting her sleep longer a look over at the clock proved just how late the two of them had spent the night together. He knew she would be sore and tired, but he was more than willing to carry her about if need be. Furthermore, he honestly didn't want her warm body to leave his, but knew that eventually they'd have to depart even if it would only be for a little bit. MMM. The best sleep in her life. It was the kind of sleep that nothing in the world could interrupt... well, almost nothing. "Mn," she groaned ever so slightly as she was carefully moved and fiddled with. The sensation of warm press sliding over her body slowly brought her out of that deep, deep sleep. She was still asleep, but only enough to be sleeping. The touches became more noticed and appreciated. A smile found its way onto her lips as she was licked and kissed, she lightly shivered and shook her abruptly shook her head as her ears were tickled. As the touching continued, she began to Starr, her other senses starting to awaken, her ears and nose flared and tested the surroundings. "Dox..." she whispered with a wide smile and cracked an eye open. His scent would never be forgotten. She bit her lower lip, grinning, and rolled over to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned toward him for a soft, slow kiss on the lips. "Hmm, good morning." One of her hands came forward to gently smooth back some of his soft hair. "Did you sleep well?" Sleep well wasn't descriptive enough for how Lox hand slept that night. She was everything he could have imagined being wonderful and three times more as he smiled and returned her soft kiss. Oh, it was so warm and snugly, but he couldn't lounge about all day with her. "Better than I've ever slept." He murmured before hugging her close and nuzzling her soft ears. What to do now with such a beautiful puppy keeping him company in such a personal way? With a slow devious smile Lox allowed his hands to rove down her body and firmly squeeze her very naked bottom nipping at her perky ears before murmuring softly. "I think I'd like to take a nice hot shower to wake myself up... but it's cold and lonely in an unfamiliar bathroom without company. Would you like to take a shower with me?" Pulling her up farther along his body with a soft groan of pleasure at having her nude body rub against his he licked and gently nipped at her neck, his mind quickly becoming nothing more than a mush of pleasure as he enjoyed the touch and feel and smell and hell everything of his new lover. For one, she was beautiful and another though he loved her scent by itself the fact that it was thoroughly all over him meant that all of those other predatory critters running about the college would leave him alone. Then again after yesterday's fiasco everyone and their grandma would know that he was nothing but a sheep, even if was currently with an adorable puppy. With that though Lox couldn't help but roll over onto his back with his groggy lover on top of him and gently stroked his right hand down her back, still utterly amazed he had been lucky enough to have her as a lover and damn well glad he hadn't been cornered by a woman who would have made his life hell. His ear still stung from the tear that bitch had put there, and he not only wanted it cleaned but desperate to try and scrub any trace of her from him. Hopefully Rae would be willing to leave her own little nip to cover it up, he loved the feel of her prickly canines. Ohhh. Did she love being wrapped in his arms? Oh, yes! She utterly and completely did. She didn't know how-well she did know how, but never, ever did she think she'd be so happy or fortunate to fine a man like Dox so soon. Furthermore, she looked into his handsome face, fighting back a blush, and slid a hand through his hair. Furthermore, she loved him, there was no doubt about it. Not in her mind, body or soul, whether he would continue to want her, she would be his. She loved him, and she knew that it would only be a matter of time before she would fall in love with him. Ravenna smiled sheepishly and licked her full lips before rolling them into a thin line. He gave her butterflies, and she had to look away as his hand ran down her body. When his hand cupped and pinched her bottom, she softly gasped, and found that she could no long hide that soft pinkness from crawling onto her cheeks. She bit her lip as he bit into her ear. "In." A teeny noise escaped from her as he whispered into her ear. A shower did sound nice, and all the closeness and nakedness going on in the room had made her think of the night before. Those thoughts made her blush more. It was so amazing. Without releasing her bottom lip, she nodded. Lox could only smile lovingly as he dipped his head and kissed his new little mate affectionately on the lips. Again his nose was assaulted with the clean scent of her body, and it made him groan softly in pleasure as he nibbled at those cute ears as he cuddled her closer and playfully stroked has hands down her back and tail even going so far as to give her round bottom a nice little squeeze. Oh, to be naked and so close and to play with such a cute lover, Lox was mind was going hazy again with pleasure, but something had grated against his nerves suddenly as he turned his head towards the door of her room. He blinked, and his eyes cleared as his hearing sharpened right before another sharp knocking could be heard at the door of Rae's apartment door. Looking back at Rae with a blank look on his face he wondered mildly if it would be a good idea to simply ignore the door, and hopefully they would go away, but two very distinctive giggles could be heard outside as twin voices murmured with a slight muffled sound through the door but with just enough force to cause Lox's eyes to widen as he snuggled down farther with Rae in an attempt to try to hide even though he knew it would be impossible." Mr. Sheep! Wakey! It's already noon and you're expected to have a nice set of cloths for the dinner tonight! How do we suppose to see weather or not your clothes will work or if we need to go to the mall for better cloths if you hide with Rae puppy all day!"Oh, the stream of black curses that were uttered agitated from a very irate sheep could have curdled milk if there was any close because not only did he hate the fact anyone and their grandma could track his scent but also the fact that his shower time with Rae was thoroughly ruined. Damn them, they were living up to being annoying little sisters with brutal efficiency, but there was little he could do at that point. It made him sad he could see his puppy all wet and soapy and sexy, but there was always another time for that, and he was expected to go to the dinner. Thinking about it Rae would look especially stunning in a beautiful dress, and the idea of a dance with her warmed him as he hugged her one last time lovingly and sadly before breaking his embrace and leaning up. Drifting back into the living room Lox found his boxers and the rest of his cloths as the door was flung open with the two twins standing there staring at him before turning a wonderfully deep shade of red and slamming the door again. Apparently they had forgotten to lock the door on the way in, but the lamb simply shrugged as he listened to the twins berating him from outside both being flustered and excessively agitated. "Serves you two right for barging in. You should know better than walking in on your brother without him opening the door." She gazed upward into the handsome face and eyes of her lover as it lowered to kiss her. Inches away, her eyes fluttered shut, there was no way she'd ever be able to resist him, especially like this, naked and so close. She raised her head ever so slightly to meet him and sighed out, releasing a small noise in the back of her throat. She smiled as he pulled away, but sighed out again, short and breathy as his teeth nicked and nibbled at her. Her arms wrapped about his strong neck and shoulder, hands sliding down his back as she nestled in closer to him. And yet another breath was stolen as his hands ran down her body, creating a trail of goose bumps where he touched. "Mmm," she lowered her nose into the hollow of his neck, taking in his delicious scent then kissing it. Her kisses were wet and searing, until... She slowly pulled away upon hearing the knock and smelling just who it belonged to. Dammit! A flash of heat coursed through the dog's body, and it was due to a variety of emotions: fear, nervousness, anger, surprise. A frown quickly appeared, adorning her pretty face. Couldn't have come at a better time. She grabbed Dox's much larger hand in her own and looked down at him somewhat sadly. Although the look only lasted a short moment, as Dox was impossibly adorable trying to hide. A man so large... it was silly, honestly. She sighed and shrugged. "I guess... You should go." She brought her other hand to his face and gently brushed away the hair near his face. She would see him later, for sure, but... she just really didn't want this perfect, fairy tale-ish night and morning to end. Furthermore, she hugged him back, swallowing as much heat and scent and love as she could and let go. Watching him go, she found it a little harder to breath, like there was something caught in her throat. A lump, restricting her. She swallowed hard, and found that resisting the urge to tell him she loved him was just a little too hard to live with. She rose out of the bed, though wrapped a blanket around her, and followed her mate to the living room. A small blush colored her cheeks as memories of the night before replayed throughout the whole house. They had started out on the couch... "Dox..." She bit her lip, blushing harder as she found him still naked and in absolute plain sight. God, he was... amazing. She shook her head slightly and walked to him. "I just wanted to say... I love-" The door swung open and Ravenna fought the urge to scream. She knew the girls where there, but... she honestly thought that they'd have more sense. Glaring at the door and hugging the Blake tightly to her body, she sighed. And slowly blinked, opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. What Dox said was enough, she would have loved to give them a piece of her mind for being rude, but thought it might make matters worse. Letting it go didn't really cost her anything. After a moment or two she looked back at Dox and couldn't resist smiling," I was saying." she looked at the floor, then back at him," I love you." Lox heard her soft words and smiled lovingly, wrapping his puppy in a loving hug as he gently kissed her cheek and then her soft ear as he stood there and enjoyed the warmth of his mate. He didn't want to leave her, and really didn't want anything to do with a meal that included lots and lots of predators who didn't seem to give a damn about what he wanted or who he liked. Little did he know the two twins had lurked into the room and were watching them with coy smiles before giggling softly. One whispered into the others' ear, getting more giggles before nodding and both seemed to step back when Lox untangled from his lover and glared at the two of them. The moment he wasn't attached to Rae, they pounced the coyote giggling and rolling about on the ground before they each pinned on of her arms and straddled one of her legs as they smiled down at her." Puppy puppy puppy would look so lovely in a cute little dress."" Yes, a dress! You can come shopping with us and pick out something pretty! But Mr. Sheep isn't allowed to see. It's bad luck letting your mate see the dress before you've slipped into it properly and make his head turn when he sees how nice you look! Both wriggled off of poor Rae, and both helped her up before picking her up and dashing off into her room before slamming the door shut. One of the poked their head out and stuck her tongue out at Lox." Mr. Sheep needs a bath! And some nice cloths to go shopping with us but be quick! This won't take long." As she watched Lox leave grumbling angrily she closed the door and locked it as her twin sat Rae down on the bed. Both seemed to instantly somber, but both of their lips tugged in coy smiles. I'm Mika, and my twin is Riga. We're sorry we disturbed you, but we couldn't wait any longer before coming in. Today's going to be somewhat a long one because Lox doesn't have anything that will fit him properly, and he needs to look good at the dinner. But more so Rae, we needed to get your measurements now so when we go to the fitting in the mall it will be that much easier to prepare your dress. Mika looked to Riga and smiled before her twin continued. Mother is very, very interested in a certain coyote who's caught her son's fancy, and though she couldn't care less we don't want those arrogant fucks saying anything about a very possible sister-in-law. We want you stunning and more so, we want MiraLax to realize she's playing a losing game looking for Lox's favor." Both dipped their heads down and hugged her between the two of them, kissing both of her ears before Mika murmured gently to her."You're a sweetie, and we want our brother to be happy. No one gets that big for nothing, and since he's been along for so long we can only assume it was to protect himself. He deserves a chance to relax more tan anyone else." Wow! The twins took her by surprise and with such haste that the young female could barely keep up. Dresses? Mates? Dinner? Ravenna just went with the flow. She supposed, as much as she didn't wish to part with Dox, getting all dolled up did appeal to her. As she was dragged off to her room, she half smiled, half frowned and waved at her lover. After this kind of wake-up call, she was out of her hazy, love-dovie state, she knew she'd see him later. On the bed, she listened well to the two twins and nodded periodically. She had wholeheartedly agreed. The bitch needed to fuck off, Dox was hers, and she wouldn't stop at anything less than colossal to make sure that it would stay that way... so long as that was what he wanted. At last, Ravenna nodded sadly. It was a sore subject in her heart. She had known for a long time what it was like to be lonely, but knowing that Dox had suffered a great multiple of that pain had made it hard for her to imagine, and even want to. It made her sad to think about all the hardships he must have gone through, and now she wanted to make him happy. She wanted to replace all of that hurt with love and care and the friendship he had always been cheated. "... Right." She hugged the two wolves in return and stood up beside them once they released. "So, let's do this... I love getting pretty." She beamed at the pair and quickly dressed so they could go out and shop. At one of the many stores in the mall, she was sized, and Ravenna herself had memorized her numbers. The trio had traveled throughout the mall and at seemingly each store, picked out a little something until her whole ensemble was absolutely complete. She had picked out three dresses, all complete with shoes, accessories and makeup. One was a wine colored dress. It was strapless and classy, yet sexy. Hugging her curves and gradually loosening towards the bottom One was gold with glitter that was semi-backless and tied around her neck, it was pretty, tighter around her body, then looser at her hips and below. The third one was black, the front of it plunged down between the breasts showing off a nice amount of skin, though not too much breast, had thin straps encircling her arms from the breast and back, was completely backless, tight around her upper body, then flowed gracefully downward to her feet. All she needed was a girl's final opinion on the dresses. Lox was dragged along for the journey only for a hot second before the twins dropped him off at a gentlemen's clothing store and told him to meet them at four in the food court to have a snack before tonight's dinner, and Lox blanched at the idea. He was somewhat peeved that they had looked for him at around nine in the morning, and worse, yet it was barely ten when they dropped him off with a smile before wandering away and chatting with Rae. The store had the distinct smell of old wood and was filled with huge open dressers that were filled with hundreds of assortments of suits. What made Lox smile was the fact that the store held only the older styles and utterly lacked the bawdy and blaring white or soft color suits sticking with black, gray, and few brown. To his knowledge he had never even worn a suit, and though he found them nice he hadn't the knowledge to drop a few thousand on a single set of cloths that he wasn't sure looked nice on him to begin with. He felt soft hands wrap around his left hand and looked down to find an elderly wolf lady holding it. Lox smiled.... well... sheepishly at her as his right hand raised to scratch his head while his face colored a soft pink. This only made the lady smile and pull gently, leading through the coat racks until they reached a secluded section at the back corner of the store. The lady had a surprisingly loud whistle that made him smile, but what made him a little nervous were the two wolf girls who hurried along to answer the call. They both had features similar to the woman's, so Lox guessed they were her daughters and if her age was very kind to her granddaughters. Both eyed Lox in the manner of a predator for only a second before the older lady reached up behind them and tweaked their tails hard enough to cause a yipe and a small hop forward." I know you might feel uncomfortable with undressing in front of others, but we need you to strip into nothing but the briefs. Don't worry about the grand babies, they know better that to bother customers with anything but what's necessary." Lox smiled shyly, so they were granddaughters, but that didn't make it easier for him to do it, especially since he could just see there tails wagging. Sighing he turned his back to them and faced the three mirrors as he slipped out of his cloths to stand with his hands over his privates as the older lady came up and patted him on his back whistling low." Well big guy, this shouldn't take to long but you're pushing it. We have about three outfits that will fit your size... but I think I know which one we'll go with." She snapped her fingers and the two girls stepped up faster than Lox would have felt comfortable with as one slipped in front of him with a measuring tape and the other with a note pad and pencil. They were very in depth with his measurements, maybe even more so than needed, but he wasn't worried with the older lady watching them carefully. They took his shoulders, chest, back, hips, thighs, legs, and many more with some he couldn't even tell what were for before both of them slipped out silently before returning cloths on hangers and others folded before setting them down. If Lox had felt like being handled, it was nothing like now as one hopped up and slid a white undershirt over his frame while the other carefully unbuttoned the silky black slacks and shirts. They helped him button a long sleeved white collared dress shirt which they attached shirt stays to keep it slickly against his frame as he slipped on his slacks. A black vest and a dark red tie closed off the top of his collared shirt with the tail tucked away into the V-neck of the vest. Looking at himself he was surprised by the look, because honestly he looked like a butler but somehow after turning around made it look good. While Lox was being worked on the twins hemmed and hawed over the various things for the puppy to wear, and to be honest it wasn't hard to pretty the girl up. She had a fine bust and a nice firm round bottom so figure wise she could pull off anything as attractive and quite a few things as a total head turner. The golden dress would have to wait for it's worldly modeling, so that left the red and black dress for tonight's entertainment and as all three of them stood in a dressing room reviewing their selection the twins circled Rae like sharks looking here and there. One of the twins came up behind her and with her hands firmly cupped her breast looking over her shoulder as the other looked straight down. Pushing just a tiny bit up and together the twins giggled." These will be the death of Mr. Sheep and everyone else at the party. What say ye Mika? Strapless or that black number? The black show's more skin but god the red one will bolster these puppies up just a hair. And a dab will do her in Rae's case." Mika on the other hand had reached back and rubbed her hand over her hips and ass, even going so far as to give her a little squeeze before looking her twin in the eye." That red one is loser in the hips section, and her hips can talk pure lust in the shoes we picked! Hrmmm...... The two of them took there hands off of her and moved in front of her as they looked her up and down. They both looked at each other and smiled coyly, looking back at Rae with that same coy look as they said together. "The red one." Rae stood in the dressing room with the two girls and felt crowded. It wasn't so much the lack of space in the room, but the lack of personal space. The twins had been more than helpful, really, but... in a way, kinda too helpful. She sighed, standing in nothing but a strepless bra and panties, and crossed her arms. As much fun as it had been to shop, it was finally taking it out of her, and she missed Dox. Ugh. If the party had been the next night she could handle it, but the idea of getting all dolled up and ready after all that shopping and trying on, and taking off and returning and etcetera and etcetera, and again. She felt as if all she wanted to do was go home and lay down with Dox. Her thoughts, however were soon interrupted as she felt sudden hand on her breast, then another. "Hey!" She gasped startled, then rolled her eyes. She had been used to there touchy-feebleness by then, it wasn't uncomfortable for her anymore...until she felt the hands push her breasts together and up. And then the sudden hands on her hips and ass. "Hey!" Rae quickly backed up into the twin behind her and then away. "UHF. I'm not into sharing, okay?" She had backed up so quickly and so fast that she had tripped. Her hands spread out away from her body to catch herself even though there was no need. Fortunately the bench in the dressing room sat directly behind her. She came down onto the seat with a plop, and ground her teeth. She was sure the twins would have a laugh with that one. Her cheeks were hot with both embarrassment and discomfort from their touching. Crossing her legs and arms, Rae rolled her eyes and sighed, "Whatever..." Though she couldn't stay mad for long, as she knew she had a blast with the girls when it came down to it. They were pushy and a little too outright for her tastes, but fun and welcoming regardless. It hadn't taken long for Rae's frown to transform into a smile, and for her slight chuckle to turn into full-blown laughter. "Fine! The red one. Just stop touching my goods." The poor puppies were a little miffed and sad when Rae had backed up so quickly, but the moment her smile came back and that honest laugh that rang almost musical brought smiles back to their faces and both hugged Rae from either side as they smiled and giggled as well before giving her more space. After letting Rae dress her self again (Which was harder for the two since they always helped each other and was somewhat awkward for them." They smiled gently and led the coyote out of the back and made a straight line for the cash register. For the dresses and all the tidbits that would make the party that night the twins paid for everything, utterly ignoring any sort of complaints as if they could only hear the wind blowing when their tails were wagging fiercely behind them with amusement." These are our presents to you! One beamed as they exited with each carrying full bags of this and that." With these you can remember our first time out shopping with you if their gifts! Both almost bounced with giddiness at the idea of what Rae would really look like when everything was perfectly set up, and she was fully decked out in what they all picked. For a little while the trio browsed about in various stores, looking at little trinkets and novelty gifts before wandering back towards where they had left Lox earlier. When they did arrive they found Lox standing in front of the same elderly woman who had chosen his attire for that night, but as he reached his hand out to shake hers she pulled at his hand until he leaned farther down and hugged him around the neck. After just a moment and a heavy patting that belied the strength of the older woman she gave him a business card and Lox looked about him to figure out exactly how to get to the food court. It was at this time that the twins ushered Rae off to the side and out of sight before sneaking up on their brother. Both took a running start, and if it weren't for his size would have bowled him over as they pounced them at the same time slamming full force into him and causing him to take a few steps back. One clung to his neck and the other to his right arm but unlike the night prior Lox simply stood his full height and eyed them with mild annoyance. They looked up at him and stuck their tongues out but ushered for Rae to join them as they slid off and oddly enough stood to a few feet off to the side. Weather it was by instinct or lucky guess would never really be known because the moment Rae was close enough to the smiling Lamb Lox scooped her up into his arms and hugged his puppy, gently kissing her cheek and neck as he hugged her lovingly against his frame and supported her a foot off of the floor. Both of his twins smiled fondly at the two of them and moved to lead them away towards the food court letting them have a bit of space to be close to each other. For Lox, it was a very simple matter relieving Rae of all of her bags with his left hand to leave her free for him to lace the fingers of his other hand with hers smiling happily. Riga though swatted the bag with her tails when he glanced over at them." Don't you even think about it Mr. Sheep! You may be gentlemanly but don't you dare peak into those bags! You'll have plenty to look at tonight when Rae's already for the evening... She looked over at her twin who smiled knowingly as they led them into the food court. A lot of different heads enjoying their food there turned to look at the lamb when they passed, and more so when everyone noticed a lot of people were looking at the couple. And though there were a few who eyed him just as most predatory animals would there her also hot glares from a majority of the wolves that were present, which caused most to mind their own business as most nodded and smiled at them when they passed. It seemed now that Lox had been claimed by a wolf clan the other wolves didn't sit well with other half-breeds eying what belonged to the wolf clans and them alone.... even if within the clans there were still those like MiraLax who wanted to take Lox away from Rae. He wasn't entirely sure if he was right in his thinking, but it seemed close enough because most of the other wolves there turned somewhat hostile towards anything eyes looking at the small group that wasn't a wolf. "I never noticed how closely knit these.... cliques were. But then again I haven't ever willingly thrown into huge crowds like this..." For a moment both twins looked back at Lox with sorrow clouding there expressions, and the Lamb blinked in confusion before both turned and hugged him around the waist." You know you don't have to hide any more Mr. Sheep... Your family and will always have family were ever our clan roams." Lox smiled gently and let go of Rae's hand for only a moment to pat his the twins ears gently as he murmured gently. "It's ok... I don't have to worry about being lonely anymore." His reply was honest and affectionate, but more so as he leaned over and kissed that soft little junction that connected his mates ear to her head to let her know exactly who was very responsible for his happiness. A warm smile took over the young coyote's face as soon as she spotted her lover. It was extremely easy to do as he was so very tall and exceedingly more handsome than everyone else in the world, well to her. His oh, so tantalizing scent had also added to his easy placement. No one else she'd ever met smelled as good as her Dox had. IN his arms she shyly snuggled into him, sighing, utterly happy to be back in the warmth and protection of him. As they walked through the busy lunch area, Rae found herself a little bit more on the edge. She didn't at all like the stairs they got, and as soon as they stopped she still felt a little strange. She had never liked being the center of attention, but she supposed with Dox on her arm, she would just have to get used to it. Furthermore, she looked up at him, "I did. ... That's why I had always wanted to join one," her voice was quiet as she spoke, and as she watched Dox speak of not being in crowds, she felt a small squeeze on her heart. She had known just how it was to feel lonely, but she had also known that his loneliness had been more permanent and prominent in his life. For him, it was about survival, it wasn't a choice, or something that he could have changed like she had. She casually moved away, so the siblings could hold each other. Back in his embrace, she blushed at his words. She could say the same. She had had friends, as of late, but the bond that her and Dox already shared was something completely different. Furthermore, she felt closer to him than anyone she had since she was a child. Furthermore, she looked up at him and smiled, cheeks pink, and wanted to say so many things, but didn't. Furthermore, she could wait to say them and would, until the time was right. In the Rae's bedroom, she and the twins dressed. They would apply their makeup, add their accessories, do their hair, and giggle to one another about this and that as the clock ticked. Almost finished and in the mirror, Rae questioned, "So, how are we getting there?" [/size] Dox felt a distinguished twitch from his heart when he had to say goodbye to Rae as his twin sisters whisked her away to her room to get changed for that evening. He wanted to get changed in his own room and take his little puppy with him to the dinner party personally but was denied that happiness from two different sources. First his sisters had thoroughly insisted he should meet her there at the event in all of her glamour instead of seeing her just outside the room to leave, and secondly the tailor who had taken his number after finishing with him stated simply his cloths were at the mansion where his family lived. With a heavy sigh, once Dox left his puppy with his twins he wandered downstairs towards his bike when he spotted two limos with drivers waiting patiently beside them. The one with the female wolf smiled gently and opened the door for him as Dox cocked his head in confusion at the ride. After slipping in shyly it didn't take the woman long to drive him away and drop him off at the giant mansion where his family was throwing the ball. What really caught him off guard was his mother was waiting at the door and smiled as she took him inside. Dox wasn't used to high living, and the mansion was imposing from the outside alone standing three stories high and taking up a massive plot of land on its own, but inside was even more breathtaking as his eyes wandered over everything he could see. The floors were a cream and gray polished marble, and the entrance opened up into a huge space that stretched all the way up to the third floor where just beyond the massive double set of stairs a dance floor was being prepared and just beyond that a massive garden with a fountain could be seen. Dox's mother took him by the hand and led him to the stairs, his eyes still constantly roving about even as she led him down on massive wing and into a room bigger than his dorm with kitchen and bathroom and living room put together. Flopping down on the bed she smiled gently as his bother came to sit on the bed with her as she spoke softly." It's been twenty years over do for your home coming Dox... And I must admit there aren't many who can hide from a pack for so very long and even right underneath our noses for as long as you have. This is your room Dox, and I would like it if you would live here with your family instead of alone in your small apartment as you have been for a long time now. If politics didn't find it necessary to have this stupid party I would have had it canceled in a heartbeat because all of us need some time to talk and unwind, and I'd like to know my son and his cute little pup more personally to boot. But for now we'll get you ready for the party, and I'll get some pictures of you two together to put into my photo album." While Dox's mother and brother helped him dress into his evening wear, the twins smiled and giggled as Mika poked and pulled any imperfection in Rae's dress while her sister used a comb to make her hair perfect and murmured around a hair pin." There's a limo waiting outside to take us when were ready, and if I'm not mistaken the party's just getting started so we'll make good time when we get there. Mr. Sheep is already there because his cloths got delivered to the house beforehand, and mommy's helping him look handsome right now! You'll both look cute together!" Both giggled and made the final preparations as they led her down to the limo, where vice versus Dox was being hummed and hawed over by his mom and brother." Your definitely going to get that tailor to make all your cloth's perfectly... You can't just be going about in double extra large forever if you want a nice job! But it's not like they have your size in normal dress stores...." Dox's brother made a quirky face before replying as he fixed one of his cuff links." Seriously mom, he's a registered nurse and going into surgical school... They wear jimmies to work every day."

Puppy puppy puppy...|rating:3.0

Punishment (Johnthegreat and Jinxy)

Jake tapped his fingers on the edge of the bench he was leaning on as he counted down.“Four, three, two, one.” He grinned to himself as the clock hit 5pm. He told his girlfriend to be back by five but as he glanced across the apartment at the door he found it firmly closed, just as it had been since he got home. Furthermore, he turned and headed towards the bedroom, it might have been a little unreasonable to expect her back by 5, but he wouldn't let that stop him punishing her for disobeying him. He stepped around the bed, wondering just what he’d do to his girl when she got home. As he opened up the closet he was presented with plenty of options and had to think to himself ‘I’m the luckiest bastard alive’. He ran his hands across some of the bigger toys on top of the drawers then opened the top one and pulled out a trio of red candles. He could certainly find a use for them tonight. Next he picked up a small riding crop and a decent sized pink vibrator. He had a little more trouble deciding between rope and handcuffs, but he knew he could hear the front door open any minute now so he simply picked the one on top. He dropped several sets of cuffs, the candles, the crop and the vibrator in a pile on the bed before turning back around to pick out one final item. Furthermore, he grinned to himself as he slowly uncoiled the whip. It didn't look like much, but it never failed to get a scream out of a girl. Once again he couldn't help but feel lucky to have found a girl who liked the whip as much as him. Setting the whip down out of sight he got to work securing one end of each set of cuffs to each corner of the bed then lit the candles one by one and sat them on the bedside tables. The vibrator and riding crop he left where they were on the bed as he slipped out of the room. When she finally arrived Jake met his girlfriend at the door with a stern look and simply said “You’re late.” Trisha groaned and slammed her head back into the head rest of her car seat. Three minutes to five, and she was stuck in traffic. She was still a good ten minutes from home. She knew what this meant. Punishment. She hadn't been able to fallow orders set down before her this morning. The thought of it excited her but scared her at the same time. The possibilities of what would happen were endless, just thinking about them, caused her to moisten. Traffic finally started to move, and she was able to make her way home. It was now four minutes past five. It was hard not to think about what awaited her when she got home. What kind of punishment and torture would she walk into. Her mind continued to drift over everything until time had passed, and she was pulling into the driveway. Once out of her car she took a deep breath. What ever it was it would in some way be great. That's what she told herself. Once at the door it opened and Jake stood there. Looking very stern but oh so sexy. ""I'm sorry. Traffic was bad." She let her eyes drift to the floor and tossed her purse onto the table. Still dressed she got down onto her knees before him not looking up to him unless told otherwise. "I'm ready for your orders." Trisha's body shook with excitement and fear. It was hard for her not to do something's, anything to please him. So she chewed on her bottom lip while waiting for him to tell her, her next moves. Looking down at Trisha Jake had trouble holding his disapproving look. She just looked so cute kneeling there and chewing her lip. He knelt down a little and ran a finger down the side of her face. “Traffic was bad was it?” His finger found its way under her chin and lifted it so she was looking at him. He then slapped her. “I told you to be home by five.” Stepping behind her Jake continued speaking, “On your feet.” He then marched her towards the bedroom with a smile. Jake let his hands wander over Trisha’s body as they walked, slowly working their way down from her breasts to her waist. He closed the door behind them as they entered the bedroom and pressed himself up against her, whispering “Strip” as he did so. Once she was naked Jake pushed Trisha onto the bed and quickly got to work securing her wrists and ankles. Once he had her there, laying on her back in the middle of the bed with her arms and legs spread he picked up one of the candles. He ran his fingers across the soft flesh of her breasts and softly said “We've been through this before sweetie, when I say be home by a certain time you better get your ass back here before then. If you don’t…” His eyes shot up from her chest to her own eyes as he titled the candle to the side and dropped hot wax on and around her nipple. Trisha held back a shiver as his finger ran down her cheek and lifted her chin. But she could not hold back the moan that escaped her lips when he slapped her. Her heart started to race, she'd broken the rules, and she knew this is what happened because of it. She could feel her panties starting to moisten. She got to her feet as she was lead to the bedroom. As they walked she tried to hide her excitement and pleasure of his hands moving over her body Touching her breasts and hips. As the door closed behind them, she felt himself press against her and whisper to her to strip. She did so willingly. Slowly removed her shoes, jeans, shirt, matching panties and bra. On the bed she tried rather hard to calm her breathing, but her excitement was clear for him to see, Hard nipples and a slowly dampening pussy. Her arms and legs stepped down so she wouldn't be able to move away during her punishment. Though she liked it, they learned some time ago that sometimes you can't help what the body's does. She watched him as he picked up one of the candles. Batting her lip softly as he touched her bare breast and spoke. She didn't speak back, as she wasn't told to. She did enjoy her punishment, so at times she spoke back, hoping for the extra spanking, but she was sure that this was in fact going to be enough punishment. Furthermore, she was more than a little late. The candles, crop and vibrator told her she was enough trouble. But not overly too much as she didn't see his punishment tool of choice. The leather whip. He looked up to her. She looked back into his eyes, and before it even happened she knew what was happening. She then felt the stinging burn of the wax as it was poured around her nipple. Her mouth opened and a small cry moan mixture escaped her as he body jerked in response to the pain he had just delivered on to her. Her eyes had closed for a moment and slowly opened to look at him, a slight show of pleasure and need appeared across her features. Licking her lips she bit down slightly on her bottom and looked back to him. Jake loved those little half screams, half moans. He quickly moved the candle to the other breast and coated that nipple in hot wax as well while he felt his cock pressing against his pants, begging to get out. He lifted the candle a little more and turned it upside down while swinging it left to right, letting little drops fall all across Trisha’s chest and stomach before he put that candle aside. Furthermore, he pondered for a moment if he should continue with the wax or move on to the crop but as he caught her chewing on her lower lip again he decided something else was called for. He gently ran a finger across her pussy lips and ever so lightly brushed against her clit as he slid the finger inside her. Furthermore, he then quickly pulled it out and pressed the now wet finger to her lips. “This is a punishment, you’re not supposed to enjoy it you silly slut. This is a punishment.” He shook his head as he slipped into a sitting position on the side of the bed and reached for the vibrator. He forced it inside her, making no effort to be gentle anymore, and turned it on. “Now, be a good little slut and don’t cum until I allow it. Understand?” Satisfied he now had her in a situation that was less of a reward and more of an actual punishment he picked up the whip and began striking her breasts. One, then the other, then the first again. Over and over until they were a nice red to match that of the candle wax. After that he moved down to her legs and began hitting the insides of her thighs and slowly working his way closer and closer to her cute little cunt. He stopped just short and instead of hitting it simply ran the end of the crop across it. He had very deliberately spent a good deal of time on her tits and by now could see her orgasm building rapidly, but he reminded her once more “Not until I say so” as he lent over her and kissed her neck. One hand went to her breast and began groping it while the other shot underneath her and cupped her ass. He was on top of her properly now, still fully clothed, with his weight pressing her down into the mattress. He kissed her neck and collar a little more before working his way up to her cheek, still whispering “Not yet.” His lips found hers as he pinched her nipple and withdrew his hand from her ass. Once again he whispered “Not yet” but this time he softly added “Soon.” before kissing her again. While he kissed her the hand that disappeared reached out for the next candle and, in one swift motion begun pouring a stream of hot wax all over her pussy. He growled “Not. Yet.” In her ear at the same moment but he hoped the wax would put her over the edge. Trisha moaned again as the wax from the candle coated another nipple, the burn, pain and pleasure mixed sending shivers through her body causing her pussy to become wetter. Soon his fingers touched her where she needed it most, between her legs, they jerked towards him lightly, and she groaned, silently begging for more. Once his finger was pressed to her lips she couldn't help but open them and let her tongue peak out and lick him. Yes this was punishment, and she wasn't supposed to enjoy it, but sometimes she couldn't help herself. There were something he did that made her wetter then others. She was focused on him, enough that she didn't see the vibrator and shove it in her hard. She gasped and jerked again, it was a good thing she'd become wet, otherwise it would have hurt a great deal more than it had. He turned it on and her legs buckled. She moaned again. She heard him tell her not to cum and she nodded, batting her lip. Here was where the punishment really began. Each slap with the crop made her gasp and whimper as it bit into her skin. Over and over he abused her breast, she tried hard, had to tried hard not to let herself cum as the pain mixed with the pleasure and brought her to new heights. Her body shaking as he moved down to her thighs, the first crack made her jump, causing the vibrator to move and hit a spot that made her cry out. She held her breath, trying hard to hold back as he ran the crop over her pussy. Praying he didn't smack it. Because it would truly be over. She could feel the warmth had built inside her, it was becoming hard to hold back, to hard. "Please!" she begged, but she knew it feel upon deaf ears. He wasn't having her begging. She body was tight and started to hurt and not in a way she liked. She wasn't sure, she could do it anymore. He continued to tell her no. Laying on top of her, kissing her lips, neck and toying with her nipples. Making it a little harder.' Soon' he had said soon, the relief she felt at those words was amazing. Her eyes had closed, she didn't see the candle, she didn't know it was coming and had no way of bracing herself. Soon the hot wax touched her hot wet pussy and she screamed. He said not yet, but she couldn't help it, her whole body jerked and shook as her orgasm squirted from her pussy. She panted and screamed, moaning, she shook ever where. Knowing she'd just screwed herself, but it was oh so worth it. For now. Her eyes opened as her muscles continued to twitch from her orgasm and she looked to him, sure that he was mad with her. She cum without his say so. "I'm sorry." her voice soft and pleading. "I... I... Just couldn't hold back..." she chewed her bottom lip. "Punish me again." Jake looked down at Trisha and admired her pleading for a moment before laughing. “You are so getting punished for that.” He slipped the vibrator out and turned it off before moving to the handcuffs and undoing them one by one. He took a firm grip of her wrists and forced them behind her back as he lifted her to her feet. Furthermore, he re cuffed them there as he forced her to bend over. Furthermore, he laid her out on the bed as he spread her legs, giving himself a perfect view of her round little ass. He ran his fingers across her soft cheeks before giving her a playful slap. Furthermore, he went to pick up the whip but hesitated and called “Eyes forwards, no peeking” first. Furthermore, he slowly uncoiled it behind her and quietly raised it, hoping the first lash would come as a surprise. With a loud crack he left a dark red line across one of her cheeks and quickly gave the other one a matching mark. The whip cracked again and again as he struck at her ass, legs and lower back. Jake enjoyed making his women squirm under a riding crop or flog or the like but to him this was art. He left a series of darkening lines on the inside of Trisha’s legs before finally putting a lash on her wet little pussy and watches as a drop of blood forms. Her ass fared no better, he had no intention of letting her forget this little lesson any time soon and saw to it that she would remember every time she sits down over the next few days. By the time he finished he counted well over two dozen long red marks leading from her thighs to her shoulders, most of which were starting to bleed. Jake couldn't take it anymore. He tore off his pants and let his cock spring free then threw his shirt across the room as he stepped in behind Trisha. He slammed into her wet little cunt and started pounding away at it with no thought for her comfort or pleasure. She had already cum tonight, and without permission at that, so he thought of nothing other than satisfying himself. After all the punishment he has dished out he knew he was ready to blow and wouldn't last long so he laid on top of her, pressing his firm chest up against her back and holding her down for support. He knelt and continued to fuck her, getting as deep as he possibly could, for a little longer before pulling out and rolling her over with a grunt. He raced forwards onto the bed and loomed over Trisha as he emptied his load on her face, covering her eye, lips and chin in warm, sticky cum. Breathing heavily he fell onto the bed next to her, admiring his work from her side before saying “You’re fucking filthy, clean yourself up slut.” From his grin he clearly didn't expect her to wipe it off with her hands or a towel. Trish knew she was in trouble the moment she came. She didn't have the best control sometimes it was something she was going to have to work on in a play session of there's. But this was not one of those times. This was punishment she'd screwed up, twice now and knew she was going to really pay for it. She let him direct her in the way he wanted her. Moving easily as he tugged and pulled her into position. But the moment he told her not to look she knew she was in for it. But not as much as she really was. The first crack of the whip caused her scream loud into the bed as the sting shot though her body right down to her pussy. Then the next, she jumped a little, each one caused a cry from her. But nothing like the one he had landed on her pussy, the last stroke of the whip had been enough to bring tears to her eyes. She could feel each lash mark on her body, as the continued to sting and burn. Trisha was panting, trying hard to catch a breath and hide her pain from him. But he knew what she was feeling. The next thing she knew he was behind her, slamming his cock into her beat pussy and body. She cried out louder as he slammed harder into her, fucking her like he didn't care about the pain, sweat started to cover her body making the wounds from the whip burn more. Worse when he pressed himself to her back. Though she had already cummed she could feel her orgasm building again, but that soon faded as he pulled and shot his load in her face. Her lips parted and she panted. She heard his words and knew what it meant, she started to lick some of the cum away from her lips and her chin. But else where, well she would have to clean once she had hands. "Thank you." her words spoke in a pained whisper. She wiggled a bit, hoping he would take the cuffs off she could shower and get cleaned up. Jake watched her lick up his cum, and thank him for it with a grin. “You are most welcome my little cum slut.” He released her arms as soon as it became apparent she couldn't get any more off bound than pulled her to her feet. He waited for her to finish cleaning his cum off herself before pointing her at the shower and giving her a slap on the ass to send her towards it. “Clean yourself up properly, I don’t want you dirtying the sheets.” Jake followed her to the bathroom and watcher her shower for a little while before returning to the bedroom to clean up. It was only then he allowed himself to drop the ‘master’ routine and smile. He put away the toys and climbed into bed, his mind already piecing together what hoops he’d have Trisha jump through tomorrow. He had a couple of ideas in mind, but he pushed them aside as he heard her turn the shower off. He put his ‘master’ face back on as she entered, and he pat the bed next to him, his way of telling her she was allowed to sleep in the bed tonight. “You took your punishment quite well, I’m actually a little proud. So proud I decided you’ll be allowed to wake me with a blowjob in the morning. After that I thought we could spend the day out together, what do you think?” Once allowed up Trish cleaned the rest of his cum from her face and moved towards the shower. She'd put the water on and stepped in right away. The water burning the lash marks on her body. She knew he was there, watching and listening so she tried to hide her pained expression on her face, by turning her back to him. Once he was gone she took the time to fulling wash. She'd gotten a soothing soap from a shop that was supposed to help with things that she had. She washed herself with it and stepped out. Taking some time to pat herself dry. Drying her hair she quickly tossed it up and entered the bedroom naked. She had no interest in putting anything on. Plus she wasn't told she could dress for bed anyway. He may prefer her to be naked. She moved towards the bed and laid down on her stomach avoiding all the marks on her body. They had stopped bleeding but were now swollen scabbed welts. "Thank you, Master." she spoke softly "Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of waking you in the morning but sucking your cock." yes she spoke that way to him. "I would enjoy that Master, very much. Thank you." Jake enjoyed his wake-up before going about his usual morning routine. He didn’t pay much attention to his own clothes, but he took a while with Trisha’s wardrobe. His first instinct was to make her wear a corset and collar, but that would draw just a few too many stares. Instead, he picked out a tight tank top and a short, loose. To go with them, he didn’t give her underwear, instead next to them, he laid out a set of small nipple clamps, a large butt plug and a pair of uncomfortably high heels. All in all the outfit he selected was slutty but not unsuitable for wearing in public. Everyone would see her nipples trying to poke through her shirt and by the end of the day Jake felt confident at least a few guys would see more. Jake decided to start the day small as he leads Trisha out. He took her to a small coffee shop and sat down for what would otherwise be a normal date, except that he gently squeezed his leg between hers and spread them, showing off his woman. Trisha had done as she was asked this morning. Waking Jake with a blowjob and swallowing when he came. As was expected of her. Not that she really minded. She enjoyed it. Making him squirm in bed as he thrust up into her mouth. Just the thought turned her on all over again. She'd dressed as he told her, her hair set high on her head, trends of falling softly around her face. The anal plug felt like it stretched her in an uncomfortable manner, but it was only made worse by the sting of the nipple clamps and feel of the heels. At the coffee shop she sat down holding in a slight gasp as she pushed the plug a bit further in her. She smiled to Jake, this was kind of like a date, and it was exciting to her. Romantic in some way. She was wet as he slipped his leg between hers and spread her legs, She tried hard not to blush, but it was no use. Her cheeks headed and turned red as she looked to him biting her bottom lip. Jake sipped his coffee as he watched Trisha get excited. He continued to rub his leg against hers, but he pulled back a little so that anyone looking at Trisha would get an unobstructed view. It excited him almost as much as it seemed to be exciting her to be able to show her off like this. He ordered the both of them another drink and as he returned to the table he lent forwards and whispered “Put your hand under the table. You’re going to finger yourself until I say so.” He sat back down and began watching. He sat there, staring at her as long as he dared. Furthermore, he only told her to stop once he started noticing people giving her strange looks. After that he quickly stood and hurried her out. Trish was a little shocked that he would ask her to finger herself, knowing people could see. But she did as he asked. Her hand slid between her thighs, first lightly circling around her clit, enough to make she was wet when she slid one finger slowly inside. Biting her lip as she worked the one finger in and out at a slow pace, she slid the second in, it was enough to make her stifle a moan. Before she had a chance to finish pleasing herself as well as him he made her stopped and rushed out of the coffee shop. Her legs were like jello as she moved, she was achy with need, she needed to cum more than anything now and was willing to do whatever he asked as long as he made her cum. Jake pushed Trisha down the first alley he saw and pulled her behind a large bin. He could see she needed to finish, but he wanted a little more fun before he allowed that. He helped her to her knees, just a little too forcefully, and pulled her face towards his crotch as he turned to watch the end of the alley.“Blow me, while you’re doing that you can finger yourself some more, but I cum first, understand?” It didn't take long after that before Jake made it clear that by ‘blow me’ what he really meant was ‘open your mouth, so I can face fuck you’. As he got closer to cumming he put both his hands on the back of Trisha’s head and began thrusting forwards, forcing his cock further and further down her throat. Trisha nodded her head and opened her mouth willingly for him, her hands reached down between her legs. She started stroking her already wet pussy slowly, making sure she didn't cum to fast, it would be easy for her to please herself, but she didn't want to be punished for cumming before him, the welts from the whip still hurt a great deal. She didn't want to add more to her collection. She could feel Jake was ready to cum as he grabbed the back of her head and started to thrust harder into her throat. Furthermore, she moaned over his cock and started to work herself to being close to orgasm. But she never let herself go over the edge, not until he had cum in her mouth. Jake watched Trisha drink his cum then orgasm herself before pulling her up off the ground and saying “Come on, I have one last stop in mind today.” He leads her out of the alley and began walking, simply leading her while giving no clue as to their destination. After almost an hour of walking he stopped outside a tattoo and piercing parlor. He grinned as he stopped Trisha and told her “You’re getting your nipples pierced, I've already picked out a set of nice little rings we can have fun with later.” He then opened the door and pushed Trisha inside, telling her “Don’t come back out until it is done, I’m sure you’ll find someway to pay for it.” He flashed his teeth as he grinned again and closed the door behind her. Furthermore, he then crossed the road to wait for her at the small restaurant facing the tattoo parlor, placing the purse he slipped out of her bag on the table next to him as he did so. Trisha found herself a little more than just shocked that they were outside a tattoo and piercing parlor. More so when Jake told her he wanted her to go in and get her nipples pierced. At any cost. Without money. The area was kind of shady and she was dressed rather skimpy. When He pushed her inside a man behind the counter, the only one who seemed to be there was looking at her with a crooked grin. How did she ever let Jake make her do things like this. She took a deep breath as she walked to the counter. She was sure the guy had heard what Jake said the way he was looking at her. Furthermore, she leaned on the counter, giving him a look at her cleavage. “Hi.” her voice was purred, the guy wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn't her type. Not like Jake. “Hey, how can I help ya?” he asked her breasts his eyes never meeting her face.”I need both my nipples pierced and will pay however you like. Except money.” she licked her bottom lip and bit her down lightly. They guy seemed to like the idea, her grin changed, and she could see it was going to happen. But she wasn’t sure what it was going to be. “Sure, I can think of something. Come into the back.” Once in the back he told her what he wanted, and she had to of course under what Jake had said do whatever he wanted for her. She wasn’t to leave this place without having her nipples pierced. She laid down on the table, removed both her shirt and bra and closed her eyes. Furthermore, she didn’t really wince or move as needles were pushed through, in fact she found it a turn on and it excited her. Soon to rings replaced the needles, and it was done, rather fast considering the prep work that needed to be done. Now came the part she wasn’t looking forward to. He didn’t let her off the table. He just pulled her down, so her ass rested at the very edge of it. It pulled her skirt up, showing her lack of panties and the anal plug she still had inside her. She wasn’t sure when he had pulled his cock out or when he had slipped on a condom, but the next thing she knew was he was slamming into her. She grits her teeth, the motions caused her breast to bounce making her wince, but the pain only caused her pleasure. He finished fast. She was able to get up and get dressed completely. He told her to come back anytime for this piece, told her how to keep everything clean and sent her on her was with a slap on her ass. She stepped out the door and looked around to see where Jake had gone. Jake smiled as he saw the shape of the rings under Trisha’s shirt, but that wouldn't be enough for him. He waved her into the chair next to him and offered her the rest of the cake he had ordered as he ran his hand across her leg. He appeared happy to simply sit and talk with her for a while like any normal couple but after deciding it was time to leave he turned to Trisha and asked “So are you doing to show them to me or what?” A small smile formed in the corner of his mouth as he stared at her. The restaurant wasn't busy at that moment, but there were still plenty of people to see if she flashed him. Of course if she didn't then he’d get to have some real fun when they got home, and the only thing he liked more than Trisha doing what he told her was punishing her for disobeying. She offered him a coy smile as she sat down in the chair beside him. She enjoyed moments like this, when they sat together, talking and sharing cake. Furthermore, she liked it when they had a vanilla relationship, but like him, she got her kicks out of the kinky things they did with one another." Now?" her cheeks flushed a bright red. She knew what would happen if she didn't do as he said. He would punish her, though she did enjoy the punishment her body was still healing from last night's punishment. She bit her lip lightly and nodded. "There is some swelling and there tender and hurt a bit. I have to keep them clean till they heal and be careful not to rip them out. The nipples have to harden." she gave him that little bit of info, and then she lifted her top to show him. Both nipples red and swollen, hard from the rings inside them. She held her shirt up for a few moments so he could get a good look and then dropped it down seeing people looking at her. She hoped that she would be rewarded for this. After causing a scene at the restaurant Jake raced Trisha out of there. Making her show off in public was fun, but not fun enough to risk getting in real trouble for. At least not today. As he followed Trisha back into their apartment Jake smiled and kissed her neck from behind. He then slowly ran his hands across her waist and up under her shirt, which he swiftly pulled up and over her head. Turning her to face him he examined the piercings again and said “I can’t wait to play with these, but I suppose that will have to wait. Wouldn't want to tear them out now, would we? You were a good girl for doing everything I said today though, and that deserves a treat.” He led her to the couch and left her sitting there, still topless, before disappearing off to the bedroom. He went through his drawers, making a mental note as he went to get some more ‘reward’ toys. When he returned to the lounge room he crawled onto the couch next to Trisha and simply said “Spread” as his hand worked its way to her pussy. With one hand he slipped the small vibrator inside her while the other set the remote to ‘low’. He then cuddled up next to her and spent the rest of the night sitting there with her, watching TV, and sometimes turning the vibrator to ‘high’ and watching her shake and moan as she came. Trish loved how Jake was when she listened well his rewards were always the best. She sat there half naked and cuddled against him on the couch. The small vibrator on low teased her enough to keep her on edge as they watched TV. But each time he turned it on high she couldn't help her bodies' reaction. She would jerk slightly, moan loudly and cum hard. Just laying there she must have cum five times. By the time the night had ended, she wasn't even sure she could move, but she did. She cleaned up her freshly pierced nipples and went to the bedroom with him. Though she had a little plan of her own. She stood there naked, batting her lip lightly "Would my Master like me to please him before we go to bed tonight?" Jake followed Trisha to the bedroom and smiled as she spoke. It always gave him a sense of pride when she called him ‘master’. He circled her and ever so gently plucked at the new nipple rings. “Well when you ask like that how can I refuse? You’re a little under dressed though.” He slipped over to the drawers for a moment before stepping up behind Trisha and slipping a black leather collar around her neck. He then dangled a little metal tag with ‘slut’ written on it in front of her face before attaching it. “There, perfect.” Fully clothed Jake fell onto the bed and said “Well then go ahead slut, please me. If you do a perfect job you can sleep in the bed again.” Trish couldn't help the slight moan that escaped her when he plucked the nipple ring gently. It gave her a wave of pleasure as well as a slight jolt of pain. She stood very still as he put the collar around her neck. She loved the feel of it against her skin. Loved the way it made her feel owned. She smiled slightly when he said 'perfect'. Once he feels into bed fully clothed and told her she had to do a good job to sleep in bed tonight she had he mind set on pleasing him fully. She moved toward the bed and removed both his shoes and socks and then crawled up his body to work on his pants. She wasn't sure at first on how she planned to please him. Furthermore, she wanted to do so many things. To feel his cock in her mouth, between her breast, in her pussy and even in her ass. She thought about giving him all of those things. Surely he would find each of those things pleasuring. He'd taken her mouth twice today, once in the morning when she woke him and once in the alley. Once his pants were opened she reached in and gripped his cock, pulling it out. She stroked him slowly before switching her position, on her hands and knees with her ass towards him, she wrapped her lips tightly around the head of his cock and started to blow him. Enough to get him hard and bring him pleasure until she was sure that he didn't want another part of her. Jake settled in and enjoyed Trisha’s lips around his cock. When he fell asleep he did so with her in the bed and his arms around her. He never took the collar off though. He spent the morning getting ready to go out without saying a word about it to Trisha. As he prepared to leave he called her back to the bedroom and ordered her to her knees. He tied her thighs together, then to her shins, then her ankles and wrists together. Once he has her mostly immobilized he head to the freezer and pulled out something he had been hiding in there for a while now. He dangled a large chunk of ice in front of Trisha (from some fishing line. Frozen in the center of the ice was the key to the various padlocks he had tied her up with. He measured the line out so that the ice sat just above Trisha’s mouth, if she needed too she could stretch herself up and reach it, but Jake’s next move was to run some more of the fishing line through her nipple rings and tie them to the floor. Now she would be able to reach the ice if she wanted to, but doing so would tug at her nipples.“I expect you to be waiting for me at the door when I get home.” With a wink Jake left, giving her no idea about how long he would take. He had tested how long it would take that ice to melt on its own and the key should come free in about four hours so he decided he would take two. Trisha panted for a long time after Jake had left her there. There was no way she was going to get the key from the ice. She knew she could lick it and that's what he had really wanted her to do. But how much time was he going to give her before he returned. She leaned up, her tongue reaching to lap at the already starting to melt ice. She moaned, and her nipple rings were tugged on, giving a sting of both pain and pleasure. Furthermore, she could feel herself becoming more wet each time she stretched to lick the ice and her nipple rings were pulled. This was all about punishment and reward. If she failed she would be punished. If she was able to do it before he came home she would be rewarded. Though she enjoyed both, she preferred to be rewarded. So she continued to lick and lick at the ice, moaning as the rings were pulled. She could feel the key now with her tongue. She was so wet now she could barely stand it, it was becoming hard to focus on anything but the pull on her nipples. The more she licked, the more she had to stretch and the more it pulled. She could cry from this torture, but she wasn't going to, she had to win the game. The key showed more through the ice, and she leaned forward just a bit more and gripped it with her teeth, batting down hard she tugged it down. She tried her hardest to pin it to the floor, melt the ice more with her bodies heat and her tongue. A little bit further and she would have it. Jake opened the door as quietly as he could and slipped inside, looking for Trisha as he did so. He grinned as he found the doorway empty then put on his stern face and marched towards the bedroom where he left her. “Honey, I’m home.” He slammed the bedroom door open and raised his voice. “Why weren't you where I told you to be?” He stormed over to Trisha’s kneeling form and quickly saw her pussy practically dripping. “Oh, I see. You were too horny to bother actually getting the key. You just sat there and pulled your nipples, didn't you little pain slut?” Jake reached down and run a finger across her slit. He pulled it back to his lips and licked off her juices, savoring the taste before turning back to her and slapping her hard across the face. “Bad girl.” He yanked the half exposed key out of the ice and began releasing Trisha. Once she was free he picked her up by the collar and dragged her to the bathroom. He threw her into the bath tub and growled “Kneel.” He helped her into position then guided her hand towards her wet pussy. Furthermore, he began helping her masturbate and leaned forwards to kiss her on the forehead. Furthermore, he then whispered in her ear “You know I love you, but filthy sluts need to be punished.” Stepping back he unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi hard cock. He pointed it at her breasts and sighed with relief as he unleashed a stream of piss across her chest. He smiled as he covered her tits and watched it run down her body. As he felt his bladder empty he splashed some up at her face and called “Cum for me.” Trisha almost came out of her skin when the door burst open and the very angry looking Jake was standing there. She started to breath heavy, she thought she would have some more time to get herself free, but time was gone, and now she knew she was going to be punished. She didn’t speak, she just kept her eyes to the ground as he yelled at her, she gasped loud when he slapped her across the face, the action caused every muscle in her pussy to clench tightly. Before she had time to recover from what ever happened she was released from her bindings and dragged by her collar into the bathroom and tossed into the tub. Doing as she was told she kneels and was forced to touch herself. She moaned, the act she found rather erotic and because Jake knew how to touch her, and she knew how to touch herself she was finding real pleasure. Not to mention she was so worked up beforehand. She moaned hearing his whisper, not really sure what was about to happen. Her eyes closed, she started to feel something warm and wet drifting down her chest and she opened them to see Jake was in fact taking a piss on her chest. Her nipples were hard and swollen, red from the tugging, more sensitive and irritated then when she had had them first done, the warm feeling of the piss was somewhat soothing to the pain filled little buds. Then some splashed on her face, that was the end of it for her, once he said cum she did. Loud and hard, her whole body jerked and shook and her own orgasm squirts from her pussy, glad at that moment she was in the bath. She looked to him for a moment panting before averting her eyes and whispering softly “Sorry Master...” Jake pat Trisha on the head a couple of times. “It’s ok sweetie. I know you’re sorry. Now clean yourself up.” Jake left her there to wash herself off while he waited for her in the bedroom. Tonight he didn't have time for her, he had to be up early for work in the morning. When she returned he led her to the closet and opened it up. Instead of sleeping in the bed tonight Trisha would be sleeping in her cage. He made her crouch down and squeeze in there before saying “Don’t worry babe, you’ll have the chance to make up for all this tomorrow.” He then kissed her on the forehead through the bars and closed the closet door on her. In the morning Jake hurried to get himself ready then, once he was done, pulled out a reviling red halter top and a pair of tiny little shorts for Trisha. He threw them both on the cage before opening it and saying “Put those on then put on some makeup. And hurry, we need to leave soon.” He was silent as he drove, but Trisha didn't have to wait long until he stopped and explained. He reached over and opened her door then dropped a cox of condoms in her lap. “I’ll meet you back here at midnight. You’re going to sell yourself until then. I expect you to be loaded by the time I get back.” With a smile Jake nudged Trisha along until she was out of the car then drove off, admiring her body in the rearview mirror as he left. Trisha was shocked when Jake had left her on the corner with a box of condoms. She's slipped them into her purse and waited for sometime before the first person pulled up in front of her. Only for Jake would she ever do this. She leaned into the open window and offered the guy her going rates. Which she made up on the spot. Shocked that the guy had excepted her prices, she was glad. This most of been one of those high roller spots. Trish got into his car, he was an out-of-towner so they went back to his sleazy motel room. He paid for the works. Hand job, blow job and 2 fucks. Which gave her an even 850. Once they were done, he drove her back and dropped her off and she waited for the next guy to show up. The next guy was walking. He asked her to come into the alley way where he talked her down to 100 for a fuck, she nodded and agreed to it. It seemed her looks were enough to get him hard, she rolled the condom on him and let him take her against the wall. Once he was done he left one way and she is the other. She was up 950, which she hoped would please Jake. She didn't find pleasure with these men, though she found pleasure in knowing that this is what Jake wanted her to do. And hoped he would be pleased with how much she had made. The day was coming to an end and one more guy showed up. He wanted a hand job which seemed smile enough, it would bring her up to a grand easily. He was simple to please. A few strokes and he was done. The sun was starting to come down and Trisha waited for Jake to come get her. Seriously finding the need to shower and please the only man she really cared for.

Punishment (Johnthegreat and Jinxy)|rating:3.0

Can I Keep her_ (Closed for Closed for Vampireelf)

Tom had graduated just a few weeks ago, and he was already feeling like an adult. The situation helped. His grandfather had to have some surgery done, and his parents had moved him into their home while he was recovering. In the meantime his grandfather’s cabin in the mountains upstate was going to be sitting empty for quite some time. Tom was surprised when his mother had suggested that Tom stay there, while his Grandfather recovered, to take care of the place. It was the biggest responsibility that Tom had ever been given, and his mom had just handed it out to him as if it were nothing, Tom’s parents had always been trusting with Tom, but they had never really asked him to do anything important. This was a complete first for him. He was happy though. For the first time in his life, he was on his own. The cabin was really more of a house, but it seemed that almost everyone in the mountains called their houses cabins up here. It was kind of weird but kind of cool at the same time. It had been three days since Tom had settled in, and he decided it was time that he got out for a walk around the property. The cabin was settled on 100 acres of land and the nearest neighbor was quite a ways off. His grandfather had liked the seclusion that the surrounding woods provided. Tom hadn’t walked through them since he was a child and his grandmother was still living. Today was the day that Tom would step into the woods again. He took his grandfather’s rifle off the wall in case he ran into something that he thought he might like to try to kill. Stepping out of the front door his 5’11, 175 pound frame had no problems clearing the door that stopped a few inches above his head. Tom was a bit of an athlete, and it had been a little tiring sitting around in the house for the past few days. He needed to get out and walk around. The sun shown through the tree tops and felt warm on his lightly tanned skin. His dark hair was cut on the shorter side and parted on the left. His brown eyes gazed at the site before him. It had been too long since he had been here. He liked living in the city just fine, but he was sure that he would enjoy this little getaway very much. He had nice clean air, beautiful surroundings, a place of his own with no one to tell him what to do and money for whatever he needed while he watched the place. Not a care in the world. He basically just had to keep the cabin clean and not burn it down. Tom walked West not expecting at all what he would find deep in the woods. Chi woke with a start her ears perked at every sound sitting up high in the tree she looked around. Chi looked human well except for the fact she had AA tail and ears Chi stood about 5'6 120 pounds long black hair ice blue eyes. Chi jumps down from the tree and heads to the pond for a drink. (Switching to first person/present tense after the opening)After wandering for almost two hours I came close to where I remember there being a pond. Hearing a bird call from behind me, I stop to listen, letting the pond wait. Minutes pass and the bird finally stops. I still haven’t figured out if I’ve actually heard that particular call before, and I walk slowly in the direction that I was previously headed as I ponder what species it might be. Nearing the break in the tree line I catch a glimpse of someone by the ponds edge. I have to rub my eyes and look again. I immediately recognize it’s a girl, but I had to look twice to make sure I was seeing this right. Furthermore, I use the scope on my grandfather’s rifle to get a better look. The girl is several yards away from me and like I thought, she’s completely naked. Of course, I’ve seen naked women on the internet and in magazines but as far as real life goes… Well, my girlfriend is a bit of a prude and the best I’ve gotten was a few quick glimpses at her breasts as I’ve worked my hands inside her shirt during make out sessions. Seeing a naked girl in real life is entirely different. Even if its through the scope of a rifle. I look long and hard, drinking the image in. “Hey, wait a minute,” I say to myself in a whisper… Standing the sun warming my body looking at my reflection in the pond i send 5'7 129 pounds an athletic looking body b cup breast with large nippers, black hair, blue eyes and an element tail that swayed this way and that my ears perked to any sound to be heard. Bending down I begin cleaning my self. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Not only is this exquisitely beautiful girl naked, but she has… a tail? I looked closer. It looks like she has cat ears on top of her head too. I would think that she’s wearing the ears and tail as some sort of accessory but with her being naked that seemed highly unlikely. I don’t know how you would get a tail to stick to your body like that, let alone move independently. I took in a sharp breath as I watched you start to lick yourself. Thoroughly too! “She’s cleaning herself like a cat,” I whisper. Watching you work your tongue across your skin I start to get excited. I let the rifle down and look around. There’s no one in site. Who is she? What is she? You seem to definitely be alone. I had been caught up in voyeurism in the first moments but now… She… she isn’t human, is she? My mind brewed with possibilities. I stepped out from behind the tree line and started walking towards you. I’d find out for myself what you are. Hearing the trees' Russel behind me, I turn in the direction of the sound hissing as I see you emerge from the bushes looking at you for any sign of danger. Mewing content finding no danger I continue to clean myself keeping one eye on you. I think you are going to run at first as you take notice of me and bristle a bit, but then you seem to calm down and go back to licking yourself. You keep your eyes intently on me, and it makes for quite an erotic sight and I come nearer to you. I approach you more slowly as I get nearer to you. “Hi there,” I say gently, “do you speak English pretty one?” Cocking my head to the side listing to your words siting up proudly when you call me pretty. With a slight accent is peek"yes I can talk who are you where's the old man who normal list me here?" I stand sniffing the air circling you I top back in front of you. Being this close I drink the vision of your body. Your feline accents and quirks are extremely erotic. “Well, if you mean my grandfather was the one that used to visit you then I’m his grandson Tom. He’s my mother’s father. He is staying with my parents right now. I am looking after his home and land.” I watch you as You circle around me. “My grandfather never mentioned you. May I as who you are?” "I am chi dewdrop" I say looking at you "the old man found me a week ago nearly dead I don't know how I got here. Why do you stare at me, he also stared at me." A little surprised by your forwardness I start to stammer a little but quickly catch myself. “Well, because you are very beautiful. I don’t know why my grandfather stared at you, but I think that you are very pretty, and I like looking at you. Do you mind that I do that?” "No i don't mind I was just wondering why" I said heading off in the direction I knew there was food turning I see you following me, I see a mouse up a head I pounce catching it I turn to you holding out the mouse "hold this for me" I watch as you stalk with cat like grace and catch a rodent, holding it out to me, you ask me to hold it. “Well I’m glad that grandpa saved your life. It would be a shame to have lost you. You say you don’t know how you got here. Does that mean that you don’t actually live here? At least not before last week?” "No where I used to live there are more Nikos and fewer humans here it backwards"seeing a other mouse I capture it "One more and I'll have breakfast" “I see,” I say thoughtfully. “It almost seems like you are from a different world entirely. I have never seen or heard of anyone like you before. I'd love to hear all about the world where you come from and also all about yourself as well. You are all alone here right? You could come and stay with me at the cabin. Furthermore, you won’t even have to hunt for your food. I will feed you whatever you like. You can sleep in a warm bed with me and I will take very good care of you and keep you company. How does that sound?” I watch you as you consider. I hold the dead mouse in my hand thinking that I’d rather be touching you. Your skin looks so soft surely it must be pleasing to the touch. I only hope that I can manage to entice you. I pray your cat like nature allows me to lure you into my ownership. Furthermore, I’d certainly rather not fight you.“There’s fresh milk waiting for you Chi. Furthermore, I’ll even fry you some fish for dinner tonight. All you have to do is ask for it.” My eyes light up at the word milk and I nod vigorously and rush over "warm milk?" looking at you with big eyes I skip of to where I knew the cabin was I stop to play with a passing butterfly. Preoccupied with the butterfly to hear you laughing at me catching it I let it go looking over at you snickering "What what's so funny human" “I wouldn’t say funny. Cute is more the word that comes to mind. And you should call me Tom, not human, unless you’d like to become mine. Then you should call me master. But we’ll talk about that later.” I let the world hang in the air and continue walking. I’m simply delighted that you were so easily excited by the offer of milk. This whole thing may go better than I had hoped. Arriving at the cabin I still can’t take my eyes off of you. We’ve spent a bit of time together not, but I’m still not used to see you in such a state of nakedness. If you do stay with me, I don’t know whether that would be something that I would want to change or not. I open the door and let you in. I first walk into the living room to put my grandfather’s rifle back over the mantle. Furthermore, I let you roam around the cabin a little and I head into the kitchen. There I find a nice size bowl and a small pot. Pouring some milk into the pot I set it on the stove to heat. Monitoring the temperature closely It's not long before its warm and I pour the milk into a bowl. I bring the bowl into the living room and sit down on the hardwood floor in front of the couch. Before I can even call out your name you come into the room eyeing the bowl. I’m sure you could smell the milk in the air. I place the bowl on the floor next to me, and you are instantly on all fours next to me licking it out of the bowl and purring. Furthermore, I have a terrific view of your breasts and backside from where I’m sitting and my cock strains against my pants. Furthermore, I can’t help but try… I reach out and stroke your hair with my hand. Furthermore, I pet at you gently, and you drink your milk, gauging your response to my touch. The during sound only increases soon I'm done with the bowl of milk. Sitting up I start to clean my self-starting with my face. Being this close you could see a fine fur coating my body. Snifing the air "you have mice tom would you like met round them up for you?" running off coming back with four then three and six setting them in a neat row "there all exterminated" I watch you bound around the cabin catching the mice. You seem so full of energy. It's not too soon after that you are done and have lined them up for me proclaiming them exterminated. “That’s very good Chi,” I praise you happily. You seem to like praise and I intend to keep giving it. I pick up the bowl and the mice and take them into the kitchen. I’d prefer to throw the mice out, but you may be insulted at me not treating your kills with a little more respect so instead I place them in a small box and leave them on the table. Returning to the living room I turn on some music but keep the sound low and sit down on the couch. “Chi,” I pat a spot on the couch next to me, “would you mind telling me about yourself and where you come from now?” Climbing up on the couch next to you "where I come from is called tears haven like i said before it's mostly populated by Nikos that's what I am. Nikos are both male and female. Nekos also come with wings, but mine have seemed to disaped"looking at my back. “Awe, poor Neo,” I say and reach out laying my hand on your back where you indicated where your wings should be. I bed you softly there feeling the very fine almost invisible fur on your back. “It doesn’t hurt, does it? Your wings being gone. I bet you’ve been awful lonely being away from your family and friends,” I say still running my hand up and down you back. I move a little closer to you so that our bodies are touching. “Is there anything else you’d like to tell me about you?” "No it doesn't hurt little annoying what else do you want to know human.I mean Tom" feeling your body close to mine I smelled an odd odor un familiar to me, it seen to be coming from you.closing my eyes I inhale deeply. “Are you lonely Chi? Do you ever get scared being out there by yourself?” I start to run my hand further down your back. Now it brushes all the way down to your tail. I stare at your breasts while you have your eyes closed, inhaling the air. “Go ahead and get my scent perfect Chi. I want you to know it really well. Do you like the way I smell?’ Noting sadly "Chi always alone but chi is ok alone. Yes tom smell very nice like a.a chi doesn't member. ‘It's alright,” I say as I continue to stroke you. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. Now tell me Chi. Is there anything that you’d like to know about me? Or is there anything else I can do to make you happy?’ I reach out with my other hand and pull your body against mine. I nuzzle my head against yours and place my left and on the front of your body, just below your breasts. "Where does tom come from purr" I rub my head agent yours holder during"Chi likes yarn and chicken not fish" I hear a cell ring you seem to ignore it."is tom not going to answer the phone?" I look at him and his pocket where the sounds coming from. I enjoy the way that you rub your head against me and slide my left hand up a little further. The side of my thumb is just barley touching the underside of your beast now. “I live in a city,” I say, “It's not very much like this place at all. There are lots and lots of building with very few trees and very little grass. There are people everywhere, and they are all talking and yelling all the time. It's fairly loud and things move fast. We have vehicles there like the one that is outside my house. They are always lots of them traveling around on the roads.“Don’t get me wrong. There are a lot of good things about the city but it's very different from here in the woods. Its very busy and you have so many people around you all the time. Most of them are good, but there are some bad ones too. You have to be careful.” I had ignored my phone ringing before, but you bring it to my attention, asking me if I’m going to answer it. “Okay, hang on. I’ll be right back.” I stand up and rub my hand across the top of your head, just between your ears. Walking away I pull out the phone. I have a short conversation with my mother about my grandfather’s help, but it seems like mostly she called to check on me. I let her know that everything is fine and that I’m having a good time. After a good fifteen minutes the conversation is over. I start to walk back into the room where I had left you. When you return I'm up off the couch playing with a piece of string that I had found on the floor "Meow meow mew meow hm" I look up surprised to see you standing there before me. “Your so cute,” I say in an admiring voice. “Well Chi, we have a whole day ahead of us. You are my guest. What would you like to do?” "Sleep but chi doesn't know what tom like to do."still slightly playing with the string purring and mewing “Well, if Chi wants to sleep I certainly understand. How about this. I’ll watch a little TV and you can curl up in my lap and take a cat nap. I can keep you warm and get you someplace soft to lay. Furthermore, I and stroke you and make you feel comfortable. How does that sound?” I nod "Chi likes that idea" I wait for you to sit down and lay my self on your lap and begin to fall asleep purring gently “Where does Chi liked to be touched?” I ask as I lay my hand on your side. "Chi like her head petted, and her back tom is nice to chi tho chi is not human why tom nice? “Because Tom likes Chi very much,” I say sweetly. I scratch the top of your head lightly. “You like that?’ You can feel a deep purring deep with in my body. "Chi likes tom.Tom is nice guy chi like that tom has milk chi cant get on chis own because cows hate chi" “Well if you stay with Tom you can have all the milk you want.” I run my right hand down the back of your head and neck and then down your back. My cock is rock hard and I can feel your soft breasts pressing down against it, and you lay across my lap, chest down. Its very difficult not to push my hips up and press back against the soft flesh. My left hand finds the back of your neck as my right continues to trail slowly down your back. Working lower and lower as I rub your skin with my fingertips. My eyes are now focused on your round bottom just below you tail. I continue to work my right hand that way as my left rubs at the back of your neck. "Chi stay" i PUR as my tail swishes from side to side with a mind of its own "Chi like it here with tom" “Good girl,” I say, “I think that we can make each other very happy.” I scratch the back of your neck lightly with my left hand. My right rubs at the base of your tail for a few moments and the surrounding skirts. My hand slips down further, cupping your left ass cheek. I give it a squeeze. "PUR RRR" my body resonates with vibrations agents your lap swishing my tail more "does tom like touching chi?" ruling over on my backs I'm looking up at you, I feel the vibrations of your purring run through your breasts, which in turn stimulates my dick. God, it feels so good. You ask me if I like touching you and then roll over onto your back. Looking down at you, you look even sexier than before. Your large breasts jut up towards me from the way that you arch your back. I run my eyes down your body, drinking your outstretched figure in. This is the best look that I’m gotten at you yet. I look intently at the fur covering your pussy. Dying to know the texture of it. I want to stick my head between you legs and get a closer look. I want to see every detail. Furthermore, I look back at your sweet face.“Yes I do like touching you Chi. In fact, I love it. You feel very good. Touching you makes me feel perfect too. My left hand is still behind your head. My right trails up your flat stomach. I slide it underneath your right breast and cup my palm against the outside and just underneath. I give a light squeeze to feel the suppleness of your large tits. Furthermore, I gigged "Tom has naughty though about Chi Tom wants to touch chi's special place" taking your hand I guide it to just above my place. Furthermore, I grin down at you. “Oh, you want to be touched there?” I let you pull my hand down across your stomach. I let it rest for a moment where you leave it. Looking into your eyes and smiling I slide my hand further down. My fingers slide into the fur tuft above your pussy. I reach lower. “Does Chi have naught thoughts too?” I nod purring loudly "Chi used to love a human back in tears haven. You look just like him Chi was going to Mary him but the day that was supposed to do that Chi wake up here old man staring at me." “Aww, that’s sad,” I say. “Maybe I can help you feel better.” I slide my fingers down through your hair and down towards where your slit should start. I go further wondering to myself if there is any difference between your pussy and that of a human woman’s. “It is the same?” I ask. The way your body works and the way a human’s body works?” "Chi same as human woman chi just more cat like" I moan as you probe the warm wet less of my slit making me grip the couch and grunt. I’m glad to hear that the general anatomy seems to be the same and smile with pleasure at your response to my touch. I shift down just slightly so that my hand has better access to your lower parts. Furthermore, I had tried this on my girlfriend once, but she immediately asked me to remove my hand once it entered her panties. Now I have a naked and much sexier neck girl stretched out across my lap, more than willing to let me explore her body. How can I resist. I rub my fingers all along your slit, from top to bottom, back to top and then all over again. I watch you writhe in pleasure releasing groans, grunts and deep purrs as I continue to explore. After several up and down motions I start to move my joined fingers in little circles. Your lips seem to want to open up a little at this movement and I can hear little wet sounds as I continue to work your pussy. Having never done this before I feel an incredible urge to stick a finger inside of you, but I don’t want to rush this. Instead, I restrain myself and continue to build your pleasure, basking in your reactions.“So when humans and neck have sex It's not so much different from the way humans do when they are together?” I ask. “Have you ever done it Chi?” "No Chi had never sex, it same way I guess" I turns her smelling your arousal I lick the front of your pants "Chi want to make tom feel good too can Chi taste tom?" looking up with big irresistible kitty eyes. I nod. “You may,” I say matter-of-factly. With the use of my hands I get the point across that I want you on you knees and long ways on the couch so that I can still reach out my right hand and continue to play with you as you do with me. I pull my shirt over my head revealing my toned yet not overly muscled chest and stomach. “You can handle the rest Chi.” I wink at you and slide my right hand down, underneath your stomach. Leaning to my right just slightly I manage to reach you pussy and start to rub and stroke your outer lips again.(When Chi reveals Tom’s cock she finds it to be circumcised, thick and about seven and a half inches long. Tom keeps his cock, balls and ass completely free of hair as he feels its more hygienic and pleasant to the touch.) Clumsy unzipping your pants I look a removing your cock smiling at you "tom has big thing Chi is happy that Tom has big thing." I laugh a little. “Thank you, Chi. You have some big things too,” I indicate by caressing your nearest breast with my left hand. I pinch your nipple and then run my finger over your clit with my right hand. “I’m glad you’re happy.” Leaning toward you a little I kiss the side of your rib cage tenderly. Sticking out her tongue she licks the underside slowly and careful tasting more than a human woman would taste. “Mummy,” I moan. “That feels really nice Chi.” The feel of having my cock licked for the first time is not disappointing. I think about the fact that your tongue must be strong and dexterous from constant use. I’m sure that your oral skills will be much higher than what I could have expected from my girlfriend if she were to give into to my pleas. I let my hand leave your pussy for the time being, and I stroke your back idly while I enjoy your playful licks. With my left hand I push my pants down a little further and then use my feet and legs to shuck them off and my toes to peel back my socks. Now, just as nude as you, I sink back into the couch and let you pleasure me. Continuing to rub your back with my hand. “That’s a good girl Chi. You’re making me feel perfect.” "Tom... Chi sorry buy chi cant take you all the way in my mouth" opening her mouth showing him her tongue looks just like a regular cat. “Chi sorry Chi bad neo” “It's okay Chi. Just keep doing what you are doing. You are doing a good job,” I encouraged while pushing your head gently toward my cock. “Just try your best, and I’ll be happy.” I start licking as I purr the vibrations through mu tone actioning as a mini liberator. “Oh fuck,” I moan. “That feels perfect Chi.” My pleasure is starting to get the better of me and I need to release some of my energy. I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I lean back towards your body again and slide my right and down your stomach back down to you pussy. Still wet it is a simple matter to finally slip my finger inside your outer lips. I trail my middle finger up and down the inside of your lips. I find your opening there and run my finger across and around it repeatedly, teasing you and trying to reciprocate the pleasure that you are giving me. The purring and licking speed increase to show that I'm loving what you're doing. Pushing back just as your finger across my opening causing it to slip in "MYTH" my face turn to one of pure pleasure. I can both feel and see that you are enjoying my cock and love the way you are attacking it with such joy. I feel you push back against my finger, and it slips just inside of you from your motion. The groan that you let out immediately makes me decide to stop teasing you and give you a little more. I lie down on my side, turning my cock in you mouth and rest my head against your thigh. Repositioning my hand between your legs my fingers rub and part your lips. Finding your entrance again I slide my middle finger inside of you. First to the first knuckle, then to the second and then just past. You're very tight but you are also very wet and my finger slides in easily. Grinning from the sight and also the feeling of what you are doing to me, I start to slowly finger your pussy, pulling it in and out of you. My thumb find your clit and I apply pressure there as well. Residing to risk I slide Your cock all the way in to my mouth I groan as you slip a finger inside me, I cry out in pleasure just as you apply pressure to my clit I start to cum "oh tom chi cum now chi cum for tom!" my pussy clamps down on your finger and liquid rushes out. I nearly cum myself as you slide your mouth down onto my cock, taking me deep. I’ve never felt anything like it before. It's incredible. Then, suddenly you start to cum. Hearing you scream it out excites me even more. I don’t mind the fact that you took your mouth from my cock at all. I bite your thigh playfully and start to work my fingers inside you faster. Furthermore, I feel wetness dripping from inside you and down my hand. This is my first time making someone else cum and It's everything that I had hoped for and more. I continue to work my fingers all through your orgasm trying my best to make it as good as possible for you. As it ends I remove my fingers and slide my hand down the inside of your thigh. I sit up slowly, looking down at you. “Good girl,” I say. “You came perfect for me didn’t you.” I lean down and kiss the top of your head. "Chi try hard to make Tom proud of Chi so chi cum hard as chi could" I smile as you lean down and kiss my forehead also sit up all excess liquid rushing from my puss yon to the floor. “You did do perfect Chi. Tom is really happy with you. I hope you want to stay with me for a really long time.” I grab you arm and pull you down onto my lap. The wetness of your pussy is warm against my thigh and my hard cock is pressed firmly against the side of your ass. I reach up with my right hand and cup your breasts. With my left arm I pull your head towards me. “Kiss me Chi,” I press my lips against your and start to kiss you. I kiss back the best I can in the end it turned in to me cleaning your face." Chi will stay with tom forever would tom want chi forever?" The kissing is nice but to my surprise when you start to lick me all over my face its even more of a turn on. “Yes Chi, that would make me very happy. You would just need to make sure to please me like this everyday. If you think that you can keep me happy then I will take care of you and treat you really well too. You can be all min, but that means mine and mine only. We’d have to get you used to certain things like wearing clothes when other people are around. Don’t get too upset about that though because I’m sure that we could find some things that you would really like.” I run my left hands up and down your back while my right still caresses your breasts. “What do you think Chi? Could you learn a few things about living here? Can you be mine and do what I ask? Can you keep me happy?" "Chi will try chi's best for tom, but Tom must understand tom will not be chi's master chi will do what chi wants and will do what tom asks her cause chi wants too does tom understand?" looking at you “I can understand that. I just hope that you will always want to do as I ask. I hope that we can have a lot of fun together and make each other very happy. So if I’m not your master then what am I to be? I have a girlfriend, but she doesn’t make me happy. She has never done anything for me like you have, and I get upset with her. I’ve been wondering whether to give up on her and find someone new. I like this, what we are doing now, and I want to do more, a lot more. What do you think Chi? What would you like?” I give your breast another gentle squeeze and run my hand down your tail. "Chi wants tom to be chi's boyfriend mew chi is saddened that chi's rival for toms love does nothing for tom. “Well I don’t know that that is anything for you to be sad about. I would think that you would be happy. If you consider her your rival then you are ahead in gave of love. I think that you would make a very good girlfriend.” I smile. “The type of girlfriend that I would like to have anyway. But you should know that it will be difficult. We can’t let other people know that you are Neck. There are no Neck here and if people found out it could be bad. But if you don’t mind then we can make it work. We just have to be careful. But that is all I the future. Right now we are together for the next few weeks now matter what. So we can make the most of our time and figure out what we should do later. Do that sound okay? In the meantime I hope that you will make Tom feel perfect and cum really hard just like I did for you.” my cock has remained hard through our entire conversation and I move my hips slightly to press it against you the side of your hip. "Chi will keep Tom happy and Chi can hide her tail or her ears or both watch" I stand and slowly my tail slides into my body as do my ears." See chi look human now Chi glad chi went through training." “Wow,” I say. “I didn’t expect you to be able to do that. That will certainly make things easier for us. It doesn’t hurt you, does it? You can let them back out now. You would only need to hide them when we are out in public where other people can see you. When it’s just you and me be free to be yourself. I find your little ears and tail quite cute, actually. Sexy too,” I stroke my still hard cock as I look up at you. There is still a little wetness from your mouth left on it but not much. Smiling "not pain discomfort but no pain for chi" I watch you stroke your self "chi understands about clothes chi was wearing clothes, but old man took them from chi chi was real mad chi scratched old man “Really?” I wonder to myself about my grandfather. It doesn’t seem to be the type of thing for him to do but then again who knows about the sexual thoughts of their grandparents. I drive the though from my head not wanting to think about him with Chi. “Well you don’t have to worry about him anymore. You’re mine now, and I won’t let anything happen to you.“So you did have clothes. That’s good then. I was worried that you might be used to being in the nude and clothing might be a hard transition for you. We can find you all kinds of cute outfits I’m sure. You have the type of figure that all kinds of things would fit you well. Not that I don’t like looking at you like this.“What kinds of clothes do you like to wear Chi?” I pulled you back down onto the couch next to me, so I can put my hands back on you. I’m still aching to cum and don’t want to get too far removed from the sexual energy that was pulsing through us before if I can help it. Furthermore, I wrap and arm around your waist and press my hand against you stomach as the other strokes your bare thigh. Instinctively me legs part and i placing my hand on the hand stroking your cock liking my finger i high on the tip “Mmm, that feels nice Chi. Keep doing that while we talk okay?” My hand slides to the inside of your thigh, very close to your pussy. “Mmm, so anyway, about your clothes; what kinds do you like?” I lean towards you and nibble on your ear. I continue to stroke "Chi made Chi's clothes Chi was fashion designer Chi miss making clothes Chi was good at it"I lean over and clean your face again. Furthermore, I smile at the pleasure I receive from you licking my face. “Well, I don’t know what kind of fashion you have in Tears Haven, but there are all sorts of styles here. I’m sure we can find something you like. I look forward to watching you try things on.” I reach my tongue out and run it across your when you get close to my mouth. “Mmm, you taste good Chi.” I nip at your tongue playful "Tom tastes good too. Chi look good in anything.Oh, one thing Tom should know about Chi, Chi get very moody when that day come or when woken up during a nap." “Well I will just have to let you finish your naps then. I suppose that means I should make good use of you while you’re awake since.” I lean against you, pushing you down onto the couch. Furthermore, I get up onto my knees crawl over you. The head of my cock brushes against your stomach as I start to kiss and nibble at you breasts and neck. "Yes but chi only takes 3 naps for about 30 minutes so tom no have to worry" I say as your cock brushes agent my belly I grab it and stroke it. I growl lowly as you grab me and start a little bit of a humping motion so that my cock is sliding inside your hand. I start to suck on the right side of your neck realizing that I didn’t have to worry about not leaving a hickey. My left hand come up and starts to play with your breast. I purr deeply looking up at you my free hand in your hair. "Tom" I continue you to suck on your neck and work my hips a little more. I still haven't come yet, and I want to so badly. At the same time I want to be a man in front of you too. Someone you desire to be over you, if not in ownership than in dominance. I’m starting to feel a little animalistic myself. I acknowledge your calling my name with a light nip to you neck and a quick, “Yeah?” before I'm returning to sucking and kissing. "Is tom going to keep chi as pet or mate."I say matching your strokes going factor and faster. “Mmm I don’t know. What do you think I should do?” My mind is whirling with feelings. I want it all. I want everything! Furthermore, I move myself lower. Furthermore, I can feel my cock pushing up through your pubic hair. "I told you before that I had a girlfriend, but she's never treated me as well as you have today. I've also never owned someone before. I don't know if I can choose..." "Chi can wait for tom answer chi would like to be umm how did tom put it oh toms girlfriend"blinking “Mmm, yes, you said so earlier.” I smile. I lean my face down and kiss your cheek. Then the side of your lips. Then fully on the lips. “I know that I like you. I think you’re very pretty, and you’ve made me feel perfect so far. You seem to want to please me. I like that very much.” I kiss you again. “We have a few days to see how things go.” I kiss you again. “Do you still want me to make love to you Chi? Even if I don’t choose right now?’ "Yes Chi want that"kissing back smiling. “That’s a very good answer. I want you too. Very, very much.” I kiss you again. “You’re going to be my first Chi. I want you to know that. I always thought that it would be with Kasey. But you know what? Now I’m glad that it’s not. You’re a very pretty neck Chi. I never would have imagined this.” I cock presses against your pussy lips. Furthermore, I nudge at the opening a little. Experimenting to find the way inside of you. I wiggle around till I feel your cock brush agent my opening "push tom" I groan I do ask you ask and put forth a consistent, firm pressure. As I start to enter you I groan in return. *Harder tom all the way* shifting my body I sigh as it hit my g-spot I push harder, no longer afraid of hurting you. I feel myself being enveloped. “Ought,” I let out as I sink into you all the way. Deep purrs and moans could be herded coming from her as her pussy got even wetter. The feeling is a first for me and that of pleasure unlike any that I’ve ever known. I stay buried within you, not moving. Resting top you large breasts I lean my face towards yours and kiss your cheek. My right hand runs up through your hair. I feel my thumb brush against one of your ears. I lightly scratch at the top of your head right between the two of them.

Can I Keep her_ (Closed for Closed for Vampireelf)|rating:2.0

Sheridan's Golden Hills

(One - The Grand Central(was gold. It was starting to feel like everyone was looking in the darkened hills above the Sheridan mining camp. Just a few years ago, the Sioux and the American government had signed a treaty. Colonists weren’t allowed out here. The hills were sacred. But that didn’t matter to anyone living in the camp or out in their own personal claim, wasting their occasional gold nugget on whores and whiskey. It was an anthill, and the west was reaching further. The telegraph had arrived in the spring, the trains would come next, Roslyn knew. Her hotel was in fine condition, better than it had ever been under the supervision of Mr. C.P. Scholar. He was a hideous man, a man that The Widow Bower had dealt with since she’d arrived in this camp. Before it was her hotel, she’d still lived there, while her husband reconnoitered the rim of his claim, when he died of a tragic fall. She’d stayed here as Mr. Barrett had investigated the incident, and she’d stayed here as seven or eight of the most intimidating men she’d ever met tried to convince her to sell her dead husbands claim. She didn’t know which one of them had murdered him. But, fowl play was absolutely part of her story now. She’d come some distance with her demons, and allowing herself a Brandy in the evening was a small relief to the quaking stress of her life. The slight bustle of her hotel spun around her. She had eleven rooms occupied, and seventeen guests. Her staff had taken to the work of the clerk, and the maid work. She also had a bartender, and security around her in the lounge. They followed her, and if she was asleep, they shared watch in the main lobby. Rich Stein, Carl Logan, and Victoria. Victoria posed as a resident, she was Roslyn’s little spy, her secret little worm in every ear of the camp. She didn’t give out her last name, but she had proven a trustworthy woman that respected the life the Widow was providing for her, and the vision that her employer had for the camp. The men were less trustworthy, but they were well paid, and mostly unlimited in their day-to-day lives. Roz was surrounded now, relaxing on the red satin canapé that she so often frequented at night. She was wearing a well-fitted little tanned vest and a black tie over her pristine white blouse and her modest heavy cotton petticoat. Stockings, as bright and white as the underskirt that she wasn't covering at all. There was not a stitch loose or lazy over an entire body. Her boots (looked soft and proper at the same time. The look, overall was professional, salacious, and demure all at once. Victoria was across the room at the bar, politely socializing with single men that had arrived the week before. Her Russian accent was entrancing for the travelers from the East, she didn’t recognize Mr. Kellogg or his associates, but she had no reason to - Roslyn may have had a claim to the most promising hill in a fifty-mile radius, but she didn’t know who she was looking at. She ought to, though. Stein was standing near the stairs. It was a quiet night. There were no whores in this building, even if one of the bath attendants was feeling frisky, it was not allowed. All three of them had once been whores at The Ruby, and Shane had choked Row when he told her that she wasn’t running pussy over here. It hadn’t been much of a conversation, especially since The Widow had no desire to run a whore house. The cleanliness within the Grand Central was nearly pristine, high class, sharp and modern. The lounge even had light bulbs, glowing, humming, and hanging from the ceiling. Roz was on her second glass, about midway through when she spotted another new face entering the lounge. They locked eyes, ‘Georgia…’ They’d yet to meet, but the widow had seen her about. She lifted a hand and waved, gesturing for the mysterious blonde to come close. As she approached, Mrs. Bowers offered a volley of wit,“I should know you, shouldn’t I?” Sipping at her brandy, the widow squinted toward the beautiful, semi-infamous blonde. “If you’re who you say you are…” Grinning, Row lowered her glass and scooted to her left, giving Georgia space to sit beside her on red satin. (lead the way into Sheridan's camp, her compatriots riding beside her and looking just as tired as her. They had spent the last couple of days riding hard to lose the deputies chasing them from the last bank robbery. It had gone mostly well, but the sheriff and deputies had reacted faster and the tellers in the bank had been slower than the sexy, busty blonde had wanted. Leading them to be chased out of the city and for the next couple of days. They had lost the deputies, and they were not legally out of US territories, not that that would stop the deputies if they had caught three. But it did mean there was no one they had to avoid in this camp in the middle of nowhere. Stopping at the edge of the camp that was slowly turning into a town, it actually had standing buildings of some quality. She looked at her two compatriots, Willy and Jane. Calamity Jane was a good friend and someone who understood Georgia, but she could get annoying, especially when the woman didn't have any drink at hand to drown her sorrows in. She was also very good in a gunfight, which Georgia respected, so she worked with the woman despite her drunkenness. Then there was Old Man Willy, he was a decent backup, but nowhere near as good as her or Jane, but he was loyal and usually not drunk. But he managed to annoying too, always talking about retiring and settling down somewhere. He didn't get that settling down for a woman meant marrying some bloke and having kids until they died. Georgia had shot her father to avoid that life, no way she was going to suddenly discover it was the right path and do it herself, she would stay in a life of crime until they shot her dead. The three of them needed some time away from each other and this camp/town would do just fine. Nodding at her friends, Georgia aka Dead eye Devil lead the way into the town with no concern or cares, confident that she can outshout anyone in this boondocks of a mining camp. The first thing they did was find the Inn, there was only one, the Grand Central Hotel, a rather hyped up name for an Inn in this mining camp. Although once they entered, they were rather impressed with it. It was well maintained and clean, the atmosphere was relaxed and wasn't filled with drunks, Georgia nodded complacently. She could stay in this place for a while while waiting for the heat to simmer down. Jane barely looked around as they walked to the bar and got some rooms. Jane got herself a bottle to take up with her. Willy did what he did, Georgia wasn't that interested. The first thing she ordered for herself was a hot bath. Ignoring the looks she got from the other patrons, something Georgia was used to by now. She let her soft, silky, long blonde hair hang down to the middle of her back, her brocaded jacket only had the bottom 2 buttons done up leaving a large V in her jacket showing off the lacy white chemise she wore under her jacket. Her face was soft and bird like, her lips pouty and red. Her jacket was black with gold fringes along the sleeves as she swayed up the stairs. She looked like a lady of wealth, of course once people got below her waist, an entirely different aspect of her came into light. She wore tight leather pants and cowboy boots with a six-shooter strapped low on her right thigh, with the look of much use on the holster. And if anyone met her eyes, they will encounter hard, steel eyes that have seen and done things most people could never imagine. The first day, Georgia stayed in her room or a hot bath, cleaning herself up, buffing her nails to perfection, cleaning her silky blonde locks until her golden hair shone. She enjoyed her time away from people and relaxing, so she wouldn't shoot the first bloke who made a pass at her. The second day she went drinking, first visiting Aces Tavern to check in with Jane and Willy, nearly shot a dude in the balls when he drunkenly propositioned her. Then she went to the Ruby Saloon to see what they had to offer and nearly shot the owner when he asked her how much she cost for a night. Okay, she did shoot, but she intentionally missed, at the last moment and shot his cigar, hanging from his mouth, instead. Making her point very clearly what she thought of his question. She nodded in respect as she meet another gunman, neither of them looking for trouble, at the moment. After that she wandered over to the Stella Hall and watched a show, staying in the shadows as she watched the dancing girls. At the end of the show, she decided it was time to call it for the night and return to the Hotel, get some decent food and some wine. As she entered the lounge, a blonde haired woman in neat well cut clothes. Arching an elegant eyebrow as she locked eyes with the woman. Curious as the woman didn't look away, she swayed over towards her, her leather pants hugging her toned legs and hips and her black jacket opened to a deep V to show off her lacy white chemise confidently sitting beside the woman, sitting in such a manner as to leave her six-shooter easy to draw as she noticed the woman's bodyguard watching her carefully. "Maybe you should, if you read nickel novels, although they print lots of trash and exaggerate things widely." She grinned confidently as she laid her left arm across the back of the canapé and tucking her left leg under her, her boot politely not touching the red satin, neither confirming nor denying who the lady thought she probably was. "Can you recommend a drink for a thirsty lady?" She asked coyly, playing the role of the dashing gunfighter the nickel novels play up about her. The blonde gunfighter curious in what the woman wanted from her. (‘This…’ Roslynn was stood in a stare, of course she forgot she was sitting, she forgot almost everything but her name at that moment. Something was entirely different about this woman. She knew in passing instance that this was exactly who she said she was. More so, she was inspiring thoughts in Row’ mind that she was equal parts unfamiliar with, and uncomfortable with. She knew the sensation as she felt it, linked to certain biological reactions. Her neck and face felt warm, butterflies were in her stomach, her thighs ached, and there was an uncertain warmth against her sex.“MPM.” She cleared her throat.“I do… read them.” Smiling, she watched as the familiar stranger sat down beside her. Row made eye contact with Victoria and smiled. It was an all clear face. Stein didn’t really watch anything, he was smoking and looking down the stairs. He looked to be the first line of defense, but he wasn’t.“Here.” Reaching for the table beside her, there was a bottle of Brandy there.“Emma…!” Row lifted her voice to gather the attention of the bartender. The girl was trained well, she snapped her focus and saw the situation.“Coming, miss Bowers.” The girl was a young brunette, white, pretty, and healthy. It seemed that this establishment was the only place a woman could work in the camp that didn’t involve selling her body.“My tastes ask for brandy in the evening…” Taking the bottle, she took a short glass from Emma. It was warm, stored with warm towels.“I ship this in, the finest drink in camp.” the drink filled halfway up the cup, and it was handed to Georgia. Emma made a quick exit to make sure the bar was tended properly. The brandy was produced in New Jersey, it said so on the bottle. The Ruby was the only other place that shipped in booze like this, and it wasn’t Brandy that was served to the public.“I should do the favor of introducing myself, as I have you at a disadvantage. My name is Roslyn Bowers, owner of this fine establishment.” She held the brandy in her palm and sipped again.“I do my best to keep an internal account of the residents within. And, when I saw your name on the registry I…” She looked to her left, finding the expression,“well, I didn’t believe it. I apologize, I would have introduced myself to you much sooner. I was told you’ve been exploring the locales around the camp…”“I’m not sure the nickel novels exaggerated too much, two days in and Shane Covered wants ya dead… I’m impressed.” (smiled as she found herself relaxing in the presence of this blonde woman. She usually didn't relax around a new person, but she couldn't sense any judgement from the woman about how she has chosen to spend her life. Cat didn't get as much judgement as she did, she acted like a guy a lot of the time. Georgia was still feminine, she cared for her hair when she could, made sure her nails and skin was smooth, dressed prettily, liked frills on her clothes. She didn't wear dresses anymore, they got in the way of drawing her six-shooter, but anything pretty that didn't get in the way of her drawing, shooting and riding, she would wear. She was often roughing it between cities and jobs, but as soon as she got back to civilization she would spend time fixing her nails, hair and cleaning herself thoroughly. People couldn't seem to wrap their head around the idea that feminine meant that a woman could be a gunfighter. What she got from Miss Bowers was acceptance, she could enjoy spending time with this woman." Thanks,"Georgia smiled at Roslyn as she accepted the glass of brandy, letting her slender fingers slide along Roslyn's fingers as she took the cup and took a small sip, nodding in appreciation." Very nice, double my thanks." She relaxed against the back of the canapé, as she studied the blonde before her through hooded lips." Nice to meet you Ms Roslyn Bowers and yes I am who you think I am, just call me Georgia please and if you had introduced yourself to me sooner, you might have been asked to give me a tour of the camp." She leaned toward Roslyn a little bit as they talked,"I am impressed, you run a very fine establishment." She waved the hand holding her glass of brandy around gently to indicate the hotel in general." I was not expecting a 5-star establishment in a mining camp." Rolling her eyes as Roslyn admits that she has heard that she has been exploring the mining camp,"Small towns, gossip travels fast and men get butt hurt so easily. They think that just because they show interest in you, of should be thankful. And when you show them how unimpressed you are, they get all bent out of shape." Georgia got a cat got the canary smile across her lips,"And then when you prove you can handle yourself better than they can, it makes them feel like a little boy." The blonde shrugged her shoulders dismissively,"He will either get over himself or I will have to shoot him next time." She considered Roslyn with a tilt to her head,"I hope he wasn't a friend of yours." (was very aware of how cocksure this woman was. She was starting to understand her reputation more with every passing moment. She’d heard about this woman’s arrival before she’d seen her name in the registry. Once Row had been told the things that the other blonde had done the night before, she became concerned for her own well-being. Earlier that day, she’d left her hotel to visit the ruby. This Georgia had been allowed to stay at the Grand Central, and with an escort, she’d held a face to face correspondence with Concorde, explaining her neutrality in the affair, and apologizing on the other woman’s behalf. Where Georgia was a proud woman with a lot of energy and an attitude that said she liked to be in a fight.“My thanks as well. I’ve done what I can with what I have…” The previous owner had nearly had this hotel in such a beautiful condition. The crisper presentation, and the woman’s touch their Roslyn had applied created the illusion of something fine, of something aristocratic.“You’re flippant…” Roslyn needed to gather her thoughts before she continued, she wasn’t exactly pleased with Georgia. She was happy to be near the other woman for some reason. But, her presence was creating problems in the camp.“He’s no one’s friend, he’s the ruthless cold dagger that cuts the throats in every shadow of Sheridan.” Roz took a moment to look around her, to make sure that there weren’t any faces around her that weren’t too unfamiliar.“He cares about his business first, his money. It may have felt like he was trying to fuck you, but he has little interest in those things. He’s a true businessman, and, less you intend to go out in a blaze of glory, I should advise you to make some kind of peace with Mr. Concorde…”“He’s got more men under his payroll than I can name, so you’ll find nowhere in camp away from him, except for perhaps this hotel, the Stella Hall, and the Chalet at the other end of the camp.” The Chalet was the upscale brothel owned by Laura Duran.“I wouldn’t say you’re dead where you're standing, but you might be, if you walk outside…” Roslynn was dead serious, and she wasn’t pulling any punches. She wanted nothing more than to leave this camp with her husbands gold mine still in her possession. Georgia wanted chaos, at least that's what it seemed so far. Calming her down was going to be important to keep her alive. Row had already bypassed the safest option, kicking Georgia out of the hotel, and feeding her to Concorde was likely the best political move. But there were other, more riskier moves to make. For some reason, seducing this woman was flashing in the forefront of the Hotel Owner’s mind. (arched an elegant eyebrow as the cute blonde called her flippant and she shrugged,"Or fatalistic, you get that way when you know and accept how you are going to die." The busty blonde has known since the day that she killed her father how she was going to end up, and a happy ending wasn't in that picture. She was burning the candle at both ends and was just waiting for the inevitable burn out." Good, you have way too much class to be friends with a sleeve like him," Georgia responded, she looked completely unaffected about the threat that was facing her, it was what it was." Roslyn, I understand what you are saying about how dangerous this Mr Concorde is, and all his men." She sipped the fine brandy, savoring the smoothness of the alcohol as it went down her throat, "But I have lived being hunted for a couple of years now. There are several high-priced rewards on my head, there are men out there who want to prove that a woman can't be a gunfighter, Mr Concorde can just stand in line." Looking off into the distance for a moment as she let one of her delicate hands slide over her six-shooter she turned to look into Roslyn's eyes,"One of the stories the Nickel novels get right about me, I always reload after 5 shots, I always keep an emergency bullet with my name on it ready to go." Sighing as she turned her attention back the brandy as she let her eyes rove around the room, double-checking where everyone is and what they are doing, years of being on the run having honed her survival instincts to razor sharpness. Considering the problems she might be making for this fine woman, the blonde tilted her to the side and considered her,"Am I creating a problem for you? I have no ties here. If staying is going to cause problems, I can pack up and go,"shrugging nonchalantly as she sipped and let her eyes examine Roslyn's fine, slender fingers and the way her outfit fit her body wondering why this woman fascinated her." This is a wonderful place, but I do not wish to put you in danger." (was immediately conflicted, it would be pure scandal, something that Concorde and all the other power players in the city would use against her. She was fairly sure that her husband’s murder viewed her as a possible suspect, being exposed as a sapphire widow within six months of his death would likely assist any prosecutor if she found herself defending for that crime she didn’t commit. Raised catholic, and surrounded by lawless men in a Christian world made for a thousand reasons to end a woman’s life, or to cheapen it in some way, to provide ever-increasing obstacles on the path toward some damned peace in her life. But she knew what was happening to her body. She blamed it on the fame, and a type of jealousy that made her angry in her attraction. ‘Every man would choose Georgia over me…’ She wanted Georgia now. But she cleared her throat instead and laughed at the woman’s courage.“Please. You’re welcome here. I think you’re a solution to a problem…” Her mind was busy." If you make me beg, I will.” Her drink was swirling in her hand. She was considering everything, the five bullet reload, the mention of death, her rewards, her life on the run, she thought about Charles Morris, and she thought about the Pinkerton that were supposed to be on their way. The scent of distilled wine lifted into her nose, the slow stir came from her shoulder, her eyes were fixed on Georgia’s eyes.“In fact. I’ll pay you… If I’m reading this right Georgia, you and I are already friends.” A list was coming to prove her previous claim,“we understand each other. We have fine tastes, we live in worlds run by men, you’re a gunfighter, I’m … a tycoon, it seems.” A small giggle formed in her throat, she didn’t elaborate really.“Georgia, I have the wealth to provide for you whichever way you see fit, and a few more hands holding firearms than you have at current.” Roslyn had been bombarded daily with offers to purchase her claim these last five months, she’d hired prospectors, over two hundred workers at the mine, she’d negotiated the purchase of the Grand Central, and she’d managed the will of her husband by every possible means of correspondence. Talking business had developed into a significantly graceful learned skill“But I don’t need another hired gun.” The din around them was picking up, Victoria was causing a small commotion, well aware of the privacy that created for her matron at the hotel.“Am I making sense yet?” She was urgency, but clearly not upset at the moment.“Or, do I sit in my misery and fucking wallow, a goddamn fool to be pitied?” She was holding cards. This was a strange situation. Her body leaned away from Georgia, for it almost felt like the dead eye devil was going to execute her where she sat. ‘It’s not impossible, that Concorde has already hired her to kill me…’ That was why she’d mentioned her wealth, running whores, games, and drink was not easy work, but it was profitable when a cutthroat was counting the money. It cannot gold mine though… and Roslyn was practically licking her lips, waiting to tell this famed pistol that gargantuan piece of information. (arched an elegant eyebrow as she twirled her drink and sipped it slowly as she listened to Roslyn closely. As the room got noisier, she glanced around carefully to make sure this was not the cover for an ambush. The gunman was still on the stairs, looking downward as he smoked as one of the other ladies started attracting attention to herself. She kept listening to the hot blonde as she considered how the disturbance was drawing attention away from them and that the man hired to protect the Inn wasn't watching or moving to interfere. He did glance back occasionally, but with the attitude of a man enjoying a show. Turning her head back to her companion, she smiled as she twirled a finger through her long, silky blonde hair teasingly." Oh, I understand what you mean. You need someone who can take initiative, who can plan, who can be responsible for making decisions on their own." She sipped her brandy softly as she looked over Roslyn's body. The blonde was easy on the eyes and cared for herself, was neat and put together. She wasn't a standard simpering female, dependent on a man. This woman was taking action and making moves to advance herself. There was more to this woman than just this Inn, because this Inn wasn't going to create the money to follow through on her promise of providing for her in a fine manner." I like solving problems for other women, especially if it hurts men in the process,"Georgia grinned as she licked her soft, pouty lips,"especially women I am becoming friends with." She smiled as the woman's eyes dropped to her lips, Georgia recognized the look in the woman's eyes as she looked at her, it was the look of desire and want. And surprisingly, she found that she was rather enjoying the woman looking at her in that manner. Whereas if a man looked at her like that, she would be gauging where to shoot him. She found herself arching her back, pushing her bosom outward and against her white blouse, highlighting the firmness of her orbs as they pushed her vest outward a bit as well." Let us say that I am very interested in your offer, but I will need to hear more details to judge what needs to be done," Georgia licked her lips and added,"and if I can idea help." The blonde's tone of voice indicated that she thought that she could indeed help, but she was hedging until she heard more. (felt like she was breaking all the rules. Usually, ROS didn’t like this feeling, it made her feel like she was about to be caught. When Vic Barrett had been fucking her, she’d had this sensation as well, and she’d liked it then too. Barrett was still in town, he’d fucked her two nights prior. Smiling without an external reason to be show, Roslyn considered Vic for the first time since she’d laid eyes on Georgia, and he was gone again almost instantly. With each passing second, it was more obvious that Georgia was not about to kill her. Perhaps it was the way she toyed with her hair, or the expression in her eyes, or the glance downward that ROS had seen. ‘She’s looking at my breasts the way that some men have…’ Roslyn blinked.‘Oh…’ Her night was getting impossibly tempting. Somehow, swallowing was easier, as was settling her nerves, sipping the Brandy, the fears all seemed to slide away. Coming forward, and leaning toward Georgia again, she listened carefully to the woman’s response.“This is good.” She wanted to make that clear, even though her voice suggested otherwise. As she smiled into her next thought, it looked like a weight was removed from her shoulders.“You’re not wrong, I do need a responsible woman. But you mean more to me than a general of my very tiny army. Georgia, you must understand…” Ros paused and tilted her head some without thinking it.“I am at my wit’s end, or very nearly. Before you arrived in my hotel, I’d very little in the way of options. I am desired, my death would likely celebration, and there are a dozen reasons for me hire your legendary gun.” Ros made sure to allow an even back and forth between them, giving space between her thoughts. The interest was there, and Georgia was asking for more details.“I’m a widow...” The blonde was deep in thought in order to tell the story accurately,"My... husband, before his untimely death had purchased a claim in the hills outside of camp. He’d spent every dime we had. Not a week later my husband fell to his death while reconnoitering that claim. And it fell to me. The man that used to own this hotel offered me 45,000 dollars for my claim.” Her jaw tightened,“I purchased his hotel instead for less than 10,000.”“My gold mine is valued at a number we can no longer count…”“I have allies in town.” Her voice had quieted,“but my most remarkable associate is a lawman at heart… with a violent temper"she added as if she'd somehow forgotten to remind even herself,"and he is getting me into trouble.” Sheridan was lawless at heart. ROS knew that his wrathful assistance was not going to keep her from following her husband into the grave.“I can speak more freely in my room…” Ros was doing this, she was about to hire one of the most deadly histories in the known world to protect her and guide her out of this mess. There was no reason to avoid the spoils of that partnership. She knew what she wanted, and the signals coming at her from the more buxom blonde were not going unnoticed.“Will you join me?” Ros glanced to the stairs,“Away from all the noise?” Ready to stand, the eastern raised blonde wiggled in her seat, feeling warmth stir inside of her, feeling motivated to go quickly toward somewhere dark and something soft. (distractedly twirled some of her long, wavy blonde hair around a finger as she listened to ROS talking, opening up doors that she had thought was closed to her. She has been living on borrowed time ever since she killed her father, lawmen hunting her, bounty hunters after her. She had no intention of staying her more than a month before going back on the road for her next job, but what the short haired blonde across from her was offering was a long term job and more. A gold mine that makes the woman richer than sin, and she was offering more than just a job. That kind of money can change a lot of things." Oh, I am very good at creating more options, short term and long term," she smiled with a mysterious glint in her blue eyes, her southern voice purring confidently, "Although it sounds like ya prefer long term solutions, but the greed of men can be all consuming, requiring quick actions." She twirled her glass of brandy, taking a small sip as she looked into Roslyn's eyes deeply to see if she flinches at the idea of killing. Long term solutions avoid killing, killing was messy and created new problems. In the past she hadn't cared, but if the woman was offering her something long term, she would want to be smarter in her actions. "Allies are good, allies with poor self-control are a liability. Am I going to have any problems with this gentleman?" She reached out one hand to run it along Roslyn's hand softly. The idea of not living on the road anymore, being able to keep her hair clean and silky, her nails buffed and polished, be able to wear nice clothes regularly was enticing. Jane would stick around while there was danger, but once things calmed down, the woman would get bored and move on. Willy would jump at the chance of something stable, especially if she was there as well. Meeting Roslyn's eyes as she asked if Georgia wanted to go to her room for more privacy, the buxom blonde licked her lips, "I would love to join you back in your room, there is a lot more to explore." (exiting... Roslyn had managed to signal to her barkeep that she wanted another bottle of brandy brought to her eventually. It was not a new signal. With that, the agreement had the two charismatic blonde women moving clear of the lounge. The transport itself was almost ethereal, weightless, eerie, too calm, if possibly caused by the brandy, or by the warmth that had nestled inside of her. It was also the horror, she felt like she was about to be shot at any moment. Living life like this was hell. Stein, the guard with the calm face by the stairs had led the way down, taking point and making sure that nothing was going to surprise them in the lobby. The passing memory of walking down the stairs and behind the counter of the hotel hardly registered for Roslyn. The lobby had been quiet, just a clerk sweeping the floor and an older man with a cigar by the door. Stein did not follow the ladies into the room. He didn’t even stand close to it. It actually looked like he was busy making eyes and fancy words at the young lady serving as the hotel clerk. Within Roslyn’s room, the luxury of the hotel blossomed into aristocracy. She was raised wealthy, and she’d married a mistake. But with the recent double-edged weapon that was her tremendous goldmine, she had the ability to expound upon her desires, however trivial they might have been. She had an eye for design. That much was clear. There was a rustic nature to everything in Sheridan. The camp was one giant tinderbox. Made of massive wooden slats. But, the darkened chestnut flavor of all that timber was accented by Roslyn’s focus on golden yellow shades and dark blood reds. She’d a divan with pale cream brown upholstery. All of her furniture was purchased in Sheridan, so it wasn’t exactly delicate or decorative, but it was expensive to be sure, and built solid. The master bedroom had once been three different rooms. It had taken a week of hard labor from Mr. Barrett to transform it into one bedroom. The living space was gigantic, with its own fireplace, bar, and dining area. Not unlike the solar in European castles, Roslyn’s four post bed was behind a floor to ceiling partition. Entering the room, it was difficult to see anything other than two of the posts near the plainly constructed wooden panels.“Welcome…” Ros didn’t like to use electricity in the room that she slept in, so the tumbling flame in the fireplace provided the only light at first. ROS focused on a lantern and a key flood of light poured out into the room. It was far from daylight, but it helped to fill the space out. The bottle of brandy was still in one hand, she refreshed her own glass and offered to fill Georgia’s before setting it down by the lantern.“I do hope that I’m not mean in your approval. I find myself anxious at all times these days. Or, Terrified, perhaps is a better word." She did look scared, and she didn't look like she was trying to hide it anymore." I feel that, perhaps I am trusting all the wrong people, and distrusting those that mean me no harm.” Her hand went to her head, and she crossed the chamber to a dark brown woolen sofa by the fire. Her body language invited Georgia to follow." For the record, if we keep it." Ros turned around to look at Georgia, and she scanned down slowly before moving back up to her chest, and then her eyes,"I've got a bad feeling about you," It was loaded, she clearly liked the danger that she felt around this infamous gunslinger." Mistrusting my instincts so to speak. Or relying on them...?" She wasn't quite sure." I'm not quite sure."" You're a mystery..." Sitting, finally, Roslyn took a moment to drink and look into the fire, gathering her thoughts, it didn't last long.“I’m in danger for certain. But, I fear that if I take things into my own hands…” She looked to her companion’s effortlessly beautiful face.“...your hands. I worry, is this world only made for murderers?” She looked legitimately concerned, and much more vulnerable in her bedroom.“Must I become one to live, am I asking, perhaps, a biased party a question with only one answer?” She exhaled and rolled her eyes. Finding some kind of center, she looked into Georgia’s eyes, and took a breath.“I apologize. Rhetorical questions, ramblings, I assure you.” Shaking her head, she flexed her brow and blinked slowly.“Perhaps more brandy isn’t the best course of action.” She swirled the glass, but refrained from drinking, for now. Her eyes danced from Georgia’s face, to the glass in her hand, and to the darkness beyond the fireplace. From this seat, Roslyn’s bed was visible, but still hiding from the glow of the lantern behind the partition. It was massive for sure, and far from the floor. (followed Roslyn down, admiring the blonde's body as they descended the stairs. And although it didn't seem like the blonde gunfighter was paying attention to her surroundings, she was actually completely aware. In her years of being an outlaw gunfighter, she had developed the ability to be aware of her environment at all times, without seeming to be watching, using all her senses. She noticed the signal Roslyn gave the bartender, she didn't know what the signal was for, but the bartender response was that of someone receiving a standard signal, probably something about food later. The guard seemed very nonchalant in his duty, immediately going to flirt with the store clerk, but he had been ready to escort Roslyn downstairs immediately without any word on her part, so he wasn't unaware, if she was taking the job, she was going to have a talk with the guy, see just where he stood and how good he was. Entering Roslyn's room, Georgia's eyes widen just a fraction as she stopped just inside the door, taking its elegance in. Her family had been rich, but they were new rich, this room spoke of aristocracy, the old rich. After scanning to make sure there were no threats, which she really doubted after just a single look at the richness of the room, no one would intentionally plan an ambush in a room they had decorated and furnished in this manner. Now she just had to make sure no one was planning an ambush on Roslyn. She walked around the room, using the excuse of admiring the furniture, the walls, the artistry of the room as an excuse to check the windows and each door to see where it leads, as well as taking a quick look behind the partition as Roslyn lit a lantern to provide more light. The blonde's steps light and silent as she walked around. In some ways, the elegant blonde fit right in with the decor, her hair was fine, soft and shiny with care, her face delicate and made up perfectly, her top was glittering with frills, her hands soft, slender and delicate looking. Of course that image was ruined by the Sunbelt hanging low on her hips, worn with obvious use of the six-shooter holstered and while her pants were fine, she should have been wearing a dress. Turning back to Roslyn, she smiled at the offer of more brandy, walking to her new friend and holding out her glass for more, "Thanks and your room is beautiful." She smiled as she licked her lip teasingly and took a small sip of brandy. "No, I understand. I went through much the same feeling when I first left my family and became one of the few female gunfighters in the country." She tilted her head as she observed the short haired blonde, liking the look on the woman. "I spent nights awake wondering if I could pull it off, how long I would survive." She shrugged her shoulders as she took another sip, "The key was perseverance, each time I survived an encounter, succeeded at winning, the more confident I became." Then she smiled self-deprecatingly, "And of course, the more I accepted that I would die eventually, the better I became." Smiling devilishly, Georgia licked her lips, "Oh, you should definitely trust your instincts. I am a very bad influence, and you are probably opening yourself up to more than you expect." Georgia walked closer to Roslyn and looked into the fire with her. "The world works better when people just get along with each other and help each other," shrugging her shoulders as she sipped the excellent brandy, "unfortunately the people who are willing to let others suffer for their benefit can take advantage of that. It doesn't make them winners, because eventually the very thing they are taking advantage of crumbles, and they find themselves all alone with no help. They destroy the very thing they are dependent on. By that time all the good people are gone, so the greedy and selfish must be stopped somehow." She looked deeply into Roslyn's eyes her own blue eyes ice with conviction, "I am one of those people who take advantage of people, but I also understand the harm I am doing, so I can moderate the damage I do, and I don't stay around in any one place." She glanced out of the side of her eyes at Roslyn to see if the blonde understood what she was getting into. "My evil is that I am selfish. I want to live my life my way and be damned anyone who tells me to conform to what society expects," letting out a smirk as her soft southern voice caressed Roslyn's ear. "Maybe you are one of the strong good people who can tame the redeemable selfish and keep her on a loose leash. It is like taming a tiger, it is possible, but you always have to remember you are still dealing with a tiger." Shaking her head, "No, I love rhetorical questioning, it means a person is thinking," sighing as she sipped her brandy, "Not as many people question themselves or their actions as I wish would." The long haired blonde woman shrugged her shoulders as she looked at Roslyn, her glass held in her left hand, leaving her right-hand free. Georgia was relaxed, but still alert, enjoying interacting with the short haired, handsome blonde. "Maybe it isn't, if we are wanting to deal with serious discussion tonight," she arched an elegant eyebrow at Roslyn, referring to why the handsome blonde invited her back here.

Sheridan's Golden Hills|rating:4.0

Vice City Chronicles (Remiel & Delotha)

(City. The strip club was called "Foxy's." "Topless Dancers," advertised art deck-style lettering on the side of the mustard yellow-colored stucco wall. A neon tube rendering of a shapely woman in a G-string adorned another sign boasting "Foxy Girls." The fluorescent lighting was garish and bright in the dark, drizzly night, like a too-loud saxophone solo in a mortuary. The inside of the club reeked of cigarettes and cheap booze. Men slouched in the shadows, leering at a dimly-lit stage, upon which a tired-looking young woman gyrated hopelessly to a synth-pop electronica beat. Occasionally one of the men would lumber toward the stage, and the young woman would saunter in his direction until, when he got close enough, he would stuff dollar bills--mostly ones and fives--into the gusset of her G-string. Then she would return to her gyrations, thrusting her hips and ass toward the darkness, while her audience leered and lusted. The door opened, and heads swiveled as it admitted a tall, scruffy-looking man of indeterminate age (wearing a suit. That is, he was wearing a tie, dark slacks, and a tan trench coat, under which there was a white button-up shirt that had, honestly, seen far too many washes and whose sleeves were in all likelihood rolled up at the elbows under the coat. The knot of his tie hung loosely from his neck, and it seemed that its only function was to serve as a token nod to formality rather than any kind of practical purpose. He crossed the strip club proper, giving the woman on the stage only a passing glance before returning his attention to his true target, a red-upholstered booth at the back of the room, the closest thing the club had to any kind of VIP section. There was a man in the booth, too, a lanky, smooth-shaven, vaguely Latin-looking man with extremely handsome features and full, pouty lips that were twisted permanently into an insouciant smirk. His hair was dark, and long, his bangs glued back to his scalp with gel or mousse. The men locked eyes, and one could have sworn that, just for a minute, the music stopped, the dancer went still, and everyone in the room held their breath. Then the man with the dark hair gestured for the one in the trench coat to have a seat. He did, and the music resumed, the dancer started moving again, and the atmosphere in the room relaxed. But only slightly." Marduk," said the scruffy man." Drake Holland." A perfectly manicured hand waved for a waitress. "Buy you a drink?" The scruffy man shook his head. "You know why I'm here." He reached into the inner pocket of his trench coat, producing a large-caliber revolver pistol, which he placed on the table with his hand resting lightly on the stock." Ah, yes," said Marduk, his dark eyes flickering toward the gun and back. "Straight to business. Are you sure I cannot tempt you with a drink? Maybe some time alone with Miss Lynn?" he winked, a jerk of his head indicating the girl on stage." Cute, Marduk." The barrel of the gun tap-tap-tapped on the table. "You know I have to send you back, right? I always do. And yet you demons keep trying to come here. Why? What's the point?" Marduk smiled beatifically. "Look around you, Holland. This city wasmadefor us. This place, for example. It's practically a temple to me. A temple to Lust." Up on stage, the woman was nimbly fighting off a patron who was trying to become a bit too hands." Perhaps." Holland's shoulders slumped, defeated. The demon's eyes gleamed; his smile was Cheshire in its brightness. Then Drake straightened up again. "But I'm still going to do my job." It all happened in a flash. The gun was lifted, aimed, fired; but Marduk dodged, darting out of its way and half-slipping, half-diving out of the booth. A woman screamed; a chair fell over. Drake jumped to his feet, chasing after Marduk, but the demon was fast. He darted past the chairs and tables, half-turning to raise one hand, fingers spread, even as he ran. "Seize him," he said, to no one in particular. "Stop him. Bash his head in." Drake skidded to a halt. The woman had jumped off the stage and was advancing toward him. She was unarmed, but her fingers were curled, her long nails pointed like talons. With a shriek, she lunged at him, her nails slashing to rend and tear. He ducked out of range of the blow, but a pair of strong hands grabbed him from behind, and before he could react he was being wrestled to the ground. It was one of the poor dumb saps, he knew. Marduk, as a demon of Lust, had the ability to control minds and thoughts, and now he had turned every shrub in the club, including the girl, into his willing pawns. He kicked off his attacker, and put his arm up to ward off a punch, but there were more coming now, trying to hit him and kick him from all sides. He was completely surrounded. An uppercut connected with his jaw, and he felt a stab of pain shoot through his face as his brain was rattled in its skull. The situation was looking more desperate by the second. He would either have to fight his way through a whole crowd of innocent puppets, or--Groaning, pummeled by blows, he fished desperately in his pants pocket for a small glass capsule he kept there. He hurled it to the floor, shouting "Invictus Sanctum!" as he did so. Furthermore, he barely had time to hear the glass shatter before there was a blinding flash of light and a loud bang. Furthermore, he was glad that he always kept a Vial of Protection somewhere upon his person--it was the magical equivalent of a flash-bang grenade, among many other uses. It was especially effective against vampires, ghouls, and ghosts, for one. His assailants drew back, howling and clutching their eyes. Drake, who knew what was coming and had shielded his own eyes, didn't waste the opportunity. He put his shoulder down and barreled through them, not stopping until he had pushed his way through the crowd and was free. He ran toward the side exit, the door through which he had seen Marduk escape, but by the time he kicked it open, it was too late. A skid mark on the parking lot asphalt and a faint smell of burnt rubber signified that the Lust demon was long gone. Two Days Later... Drake stood in the basement below the ramshackle dwelling that served as both his office and his living space. "Drake Holland, Psychic Investigator," said the sign on the door. It served a dual purpose: most people had no idea what the hell a "psychic investigator" was, and so left him the hell alone; those few that sought him out often did have an urgent and particular need for his services, and so thus gave him enough custom to eke out a meager living. The door opened into a foyer, where a variety of occult-looking objects, most of them completely fake and mostly harmless, greeted the eye; from the foyer, a set of wooden stairs that groaned loudly with every step led upward into a small suite that was in its entirety comprised of a bedroom, a bathroom, a coat closet, and a kitchen. The bedroom contained a lumpy mattress supported by an aging frame, an armor that looked like it had been lovingly assembled some time in the 1920s, a small dresser, and a padded armchair; that was it. The kitchen had just enough counter space to prepare a salad and/or eat from; half the space was taken up by a variety of dirty plates, glasses, bowls, and pots. The bathroom contained an actual honest-to-goodness claw-footed tub with antique bronze piping that supplied water at one end and drained it away at the other. The toilet was, well, a toilet. Beneath the apartment suite, the foyer led to a hall, which in turn led to Drake's office. This was where he spent most of his time when he was home, and contained a variety of filing cabinets, display cases, and cabinets, from which every manner of curio was displayed. A Gothic steel long sword whose blade had an ominously ruddy hue sat in a box on the large desk next to an ancient typewriter, and beside them both was a large orb that resembled a great glass eye and rested on an ancient ebony stand, within which milky mists wafted mysteriously. Behind the desk was a bookcase, every shelf of which was stuffed and crammed full of books with titles ranging from Apocrypha Magister, author unknown, to H.E. Blood thorn'witchcraft Across the Centuries to Stephen Hawking'SA Brief History of Time. A wrought silver ankh hung in a picture frame, just above a stylized crucifix representing the passion of the Christ, and beside a bronze plate etched in Sanskrit. Various files and manila folders, some open, some not, littered the desk and the seat behind it, and the great rusty filing cabinet currently had its top shelf extended. A single window above the desk let in natural light, although its glass had been eroded and obscured with time until only vague, hazy images could be seen through it. Drake was in the basement. A seven-pointed star had been etched on the brick floor, in chalk, each vertex representing one of the seven planes of Hell. Candles, of course, had been lit and placed at each corner, and the whole thing had been circumscribed by a circle of common table salt. Drake stood outside the circle, fully naked as the day he was born. Each type of summoning ritual required its own conditions: summoning a demon of Greed, for example, required a sacrifice of money or gold, while a demon of Gluttony could not be summoned without a quantity of food and drink. The criteria for summoning a Lust demon had varied over the years, but the particular type of succubus that Drake was looking for required that the summoner be completely naked. All things considered, it could be worse. Some rituals demanded a sacrifice of human sperm, for example, or that the summoner experience sexual coitus while inside the circle. He didn't want to do this. In fact, the only reason he was doing it was because he was desperate, and had run out of ideas. Marduk was a slippery devil. It had taken months for Drake to track him down. He was shrewd, and canny, and would, he now realized, surround himself with human beings he could easily manipulate and control. Drake could handle killing a demon. It wasn't anything new to him. But he drew the line at killing an innocent person, and he knew that, if he didn't have some kind of help, he might have to. The one thing that you could count on, with demons, was that cooperation came about as naturally to them as it did to cats. They fought, bickered, and argued all the time, continuously trying to one-up each other or sabotage each other's progress. The only thing that a demon hated worse than Heaven was another demon. It was probably the only reason why the hordes of Hell hadn't marched forth to conquer the world, he imagined. If he could summon another Lust demon--one he could control, one he had power over--perhaps he could use it against Marduk. At the very least, it would know Marduk's weakness." Ex patriot OFNI," droned Holland. "Magnum daemonem libidinal access." He wasn't sure why Latin was a language that had been seemingly tailor-made for demon-summoning, but there you had it. He drew a dagger across his left wrist, turned it over, and let the blood drip into a small bowl. "De sanguine senators concur the." He crouched, unpeeled and slapped a Band-aid across his wrist, and then lit a stick of incense made by Satanic monks. And that was pretty much it. Standing up again, he narrowed his eyes, waiting for the candle flames to flicker... (first thing each entrant noticed was the wind. From the instant someone walks through the welcoming gate billowing wind buffets their face. For the mortals crossing over, there is perhaps a moment of fear. Fear that these winds will push them off the pathways they now stand upon. Some do fall, though the wind is not to blame. The rest come to realize that the wind's presence, while forceful, does not impede their movement. It does however cloud their senses, dulls the ears to have a perception comparable to the deaf. This pervasive wind felt near inescapable everywhere on the Second Circle of hell. Being within a structure provided no reprieve from the sound; no matter how far one goes within the circle's seemingly infinite space, the wind is present. Eventually, in fact surprisingly quickly, most get use to it. Demons though, not being of mortal blood, don't have to get use to this deafening presence. Demons of the second circle, demons of lust, are conceived in this wind. Spawning from the depths of hell as a coalescent of sin, the wind is the first thing they experience. Vyliana was one of these demons, a demon of the Second Circle, of lust. Such demons were commonly categorized by mortals as succubi, or incur, separated by gender. No such title existed within The Circle, but she had no complaints about it. Her existence within The Circle, like all demons, was not a particularly pleasant one. For a world conceptualized and infatuated with sin, it oddly thrived on order. There were a near limitless number of rules and expectations as to how a demon should act, and what they should do. Time was a non-factor within The Circle, so Via wasn't sure how long she had theoretically existed. Her presence within The Circle had always simply been one of menial tasks. She acted as a tool for greater demons to manipulate and torture the souls of the damned. Her first experience worth remembering, practically the experience that invented her need for memory, was her first foray beyond this place she called home. Some mortals on the surface were aware of demons, aware of the circles beyond the veil of death. An even smaller group within wished to learn more about these demons. Then a yet smaller sub-sect wished to command and control these creatures. The means to do such were discovered long ago, the methods of discovery glazed over within the dark textbooks that taught such rituals. To those that sought the power out, and knew where to look, it was more obtainable that one would be inclined to believe. Valiant could recall the first time she had been summoned. She was speaking with a demon of notable import. The both of them were nearly surrounded with mortal souls infatuated with their power and form. The mental communication demons used to communicate through the buffeting winds came naturally to the creatures, and left the mortal souls to commit their lewd acts none the wiser. Amidst these carnal pleasures accompanied by conversation, Via felt a sensation that had never occurred to her before. It felt as if thin sharp wire wrapped themselves around each of her limbs. One coiled her tail against her body, then seized around her waist. The final wrapped her neck a number of times, and when it began to tighten, so did the rest of them. Each tightened to a point of pain, a familiar sensation. They tightened to the point of breaking skin. Just as that pain asphyxiated her breathing, and the blood from their cuts seemed about to drip, her consciousness faded. A sensation of unconsciousness was uncommon for a demon to experience. Sleep was as much of a non-factor as time within The Circle and thus consciousness was a constant. Right before her mind slipped away from the circle her accompanying demon chuckled into her mind,” Lucky you...” Vyliana opened her eyes to find herself in a mortal abode, but more importantly she found herself in utter quiet. The silence of the night accosted her ears, as if they were the bellowing wails of the dead upon a mortal's. She could hear the flickering of a candle in the hallway outside the room of the second story building she now stood within. A crow sat perched on the roof above her, cawing to declare his awareness of something beyond human. And a mortal's breathing was practically screaming from the corner of the room. Via's piercing red eyes scanned the room. It was a bedroom, plainly decorated. Books were scattered all over the floor, with trash piled against a desk in the corner of the room. A bed sat in the opposite corner. Beneath her bare feet was a crudely drawn star within a circle, a splash of blood adorning it. Then her eyes met the human that was practically panting in the corner of the room, a new noise, as loud as the buffeting wind of her home entered her mind. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide” Holy fucking shit I did it. She's right there. Can I... Can I control her? Is she mine? Holy shit those eyes. Fucking god, that tail...” Vyliana cocked her head to the side as the thoughts spilled into her mind, as if they simply overflowed from his own. He was a young mortal, 20 years old, or something akin to that. Vylia spent nearly five years living with this young man. She came to know his bedroom, and his bed quite well. He had summoned her for purely carnal reasons, believing no mortal would be able to compare with a demon of lust. That belief was only substantiated by her presence. Valiant learned more in those five years than she ever had within The Circle. She learned of mortals, of their societies, of their vices, of their sick dirty minds. She spent many days and nights asleep on a shelf at the top of this young man's closet, commanded by him to never leave the room. Furthermore, she would come to learn that there were ways around the commands of a master, but during this first experience she was simply naive. Some time in the third year with the young man she came to learn that when she brought him to climax, it didn't simply drain him of his energy. Occasionally it would do something more. Portals to the circles below were opening up centered around this house; letting through demons of variable strength and size. Eventually this would cause her more pain than it brought joy. A duo of mortals came, and found her in the room she was locked within. They asked her a flurry of questions. Questions about the portals she created, about the circles, about her master. She talked with them happily and flirtatiously. It was, after all, the first interactions with mortals on the surface beyond her master she had in the five years she had been here. Although they sought information, she gained just as much as they did by peering into their minds. They knew a lot about the mortal's interactions with The Circles. Things she had known absolutely nothing about. They thought of the other demons that they had conquered. They thought of the spells they knew and could use if she tried to assault them. Furthermore, they thought of how they would banish her. Her master returned during this friendly discussion, not nearly as pleasant as the demon he had summoned. The duo wrangled him to the ground with ease, tied him to his bed and began chanting. By could feel those wire strings coil around her limbs again and for the first time in her life she was horribly disappointed. She realized as the wire tightened around her throat that despite her boring life on the surface, she didn't want to return to the menial tasks of a laborer within The Circle. This realization did little to assist her situation, as her mind went black. The wind assaulted her mind as she collapsed onto the fluid covered floor of The Second Circle. Prior to that first summoning, the wind was simply a factor of life, it never even crossed her mine. But for the timeless eternity between each summon after the first, it never left her mind. The peace of the surface, the exploration of its mortals, she missed them. Summons would come and go, almost all ended by some hunter discovering her presence where it wasn't welcome. In fact that same duo banished her at least 10 times, though she believed that enough time had passed that they had most likely found their new homes in a circle by now. A few times she was banished by the master that summoned her for being disobedient, or simply exploring the surface on her own time as if she had no obligations to her master. She learned of spells, of portals, of demons, and of ways to sway the mortals on the surface to summon specifically her. She scrawled her true name into the summoning books of the masters that summoned her, or altered the spells within those tomes to target her true name as opposed to any lust demon. Furthermore, she hoped that she could ensure she spent more time on the surface than within the circle, though it was impossible to tell if she succeeded. Every time she was summoned it was for one of two reasons. She was a demon of lust after all. Her master either wanted her body for themselves, or they wanted her to make some other mortal fall in love with them. She could do both incredibly well, but there was one summon that she would never forget, one that broke the pattern. Vyliana sat on the floor within the Second Circle, all her holes filled with the members of mortal souls. She seemed bored, lost in the eternity of the Circle, bound to the carnal pleasures of the demons greater than her. The first wire wrapped around her right arm, and she bolted upright, snapped out of the stupor she spent each eternity down here consumed by. The fluids coating her body began to fade as the mortals were physically forced off of her. As the final wire began to choke the consciousness away from her body, a gleeful smile spread across her plump lips. Her mind relaxed at the sudden silence that pervaded her senses. The grin that was on her lips when she blacked out, was still present as she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Flickering candlelights encircled her, the sounds of the flames pleasant to her typically overwhelmed ears. The star beneath her was perfectly drawn, surely by an expert's hand. It was sadly surrounded with salt, an extra step. She rolled her eyes. The salt kept her from leaving the circle once she was summoned, she recalled a couple individuals that had kept her locked within her circle. One attempted to torture her for pleasure, the other information. Both were adorable failures who seemed to lack the basic concept of The Circles. The pain and pleasure they could create didn't even scratch the surface of the carnal pleasures present in the Second Circle. Her feet were touching the cold brick beneath them, always an odd sensation to experience at the start of each summon. To be cold, unlike pain and pleasure, was very uncommon in her home. The blood used for the sacrifice was in a bowl at the foot of the circle, again a sign of someone who knew what they were doing. Vylia attempted to take in the surroundings of the room, but it was almost entirely empty. She was in a basement, and she could hear the passing of a car on the street above her. She could hear the steady and calm breathing of the naked man who had summoned her. His heartbeat was rather steady too, although perhaps a little elevated above his resting rate. Before him stood Valiant in her full confident posture, tail uncoiling from her back and lashing around her as if she was stretching it. In this form she stood 5'7”, her sinuous pink and white flesh mixed together into makeshift heels at her feet. That flesh was decorated with markings resembling the formless tribal tattoos of mortals. These markings, dark red against her skin coiled around each of her limbs in asymmetrical patterns until they coiled together in groups of spirals on her back. Her naval and face were the only sections the marks seemed to not be present. Even her chest, ribs, thighs, and ass were littered with them. These markings were the only indicator of a demon's age, as they developed in scale and depth the longer the creature existed. For an existence typically free of time, they acted as the only moniker that it was passing at all within The Circle. Vy reached her arms up over her, pushed her chest out, and stood up on her toes. A light gasp or moan escaped her lips as she stretched, and then her dark pupils gazed into the eyes of the man before her. She was awaiting the flow of surface thoughts to pour into her mind, but nothing came. She stared into his eyes for quite a while, cocking her head to one side. Furthermore, she waited there, thinking perhaps his vacuous mind would fill with some intelligent thought any second now. Her long thin tongue lashed out and licked her lips, teased at the edge of her grinning smile. Her sultry voice exited next.“Well that's odd. Are you daft, or just mesmerized?” She made a flaunting gesture with her hands over her body, her tail lashing to her left and then wrapping around her thigh. She paused for a moment, but then walked to the edge of the circle.” Ya know the salt is a little demeaning. You can already command me around and tell me what to do, but you had to trap me in this tiny little circle anyway?” She faked a deep pout that looked preposterous on her demonic visage. She quickly followed the comment up.” It's okay though I forgive you! Even though I can't get out there till you break this boring little circle, I can do a few other things.” A bright red eye winked at him as her body began to shift and shrink. When you summoned a demon from the Second Circle, it provided that demon with two things present in their conscious as they arrived. The summoner's name, and his preference in partner. Now within the circle stood a 5'4” beauty with bright red lips and rich brown eyes, hair to match. Still naked, and covered in the red markings Valiant rocked on and off the balls of her feet.” Oooh Drake baby, you have good taste. Do you want me to do away with the scarring too, or the tail?” Vylia uncoiled her tail from her newly formed and tanned thigh before buckling her knees and dropping to the floor. Her legs spread into a W shape beneath her, and she cocked her head to the side again as she looked up at him.(brown eyes gazed into his, and yet no thoughts clouded her mind. Still only the flickering of the surrounding candles filled her senses. Her agitation visible she huffed and slumped from her confident straight backed posture. This huff caused all the candles around the circle to snuff out.” The shift isn't my only trick though honey, I can do lots of other things.” She reached with her mind and caused a mental heat to caress Drake's side, slowly traveling down his leg to about his knee, where it wrapped around to the inside of his thigh. Then it traveled, like a defiantly too hot hand up his thigh where it cupped his balls for a moment. A devious smirk was present on By's lips as the heat wrapped around his cock and caused it grow to its full size over the next few pulses of heat.” OOooh darling, you bring that beautiful cock on to this side of the salt, and I'll show you what real fun we can have.” Drake wasn't entirely sure what he had expected, but the apparition that answered his summons would have been his first guess. A female demon from the plane of Lust was most commonly known as a succubus, and a succubus' usual modus operandi was to corrupt mortals by appealing wholly to their baser instincts. Usually, this wasn't very hard to do in any case, so their appearance was largely unnecessary, and, in fact, there really weren't that many of them. Butsomemortal souls were highly valued, and there was no satisfaction in Hell like the seduction of an otherwise chaste and holy man. The creature that had appeared before him was, Drake had to admit, rather comely, which was not surprising at all; it would have defeated the point otherwise. He wasn't sure whether he preferred her demonic form or her human one--both had their qualities to recommend them. In human form, the succubus had large, dark, "fuck me" eyes, and a lithe, petite body that was nevertheless well-sculpted with muscle tone, particularly in the calves and thighs area. And she had cute feet, which was always a plus. But her demon form came with the smoldering gaze and, of course, the tail. The tattoos which were emblazoned over, it seemed, her entire body didn't faze Drake in the slightest; he had seen far worse, and far stranger. The markings were, he knew, a sort of visual history of the demon, a combination of battle scars and trophies. You could learn much about a demon simply by translating the runes upon its skin, in the same way you could tell the age of a felled tree by counting its rings. For some reason, Valiant could not read Drake's thoughts; they were a closed book to her. At first, it must have seemed that he was, in fact, mentally vacuous, but it very quickly became clear that this was not the case. If she concentrated very hard, she could just hear the faintest echoes of psychic sound, a quiet mumbling, like someone talking softly in the next room through a closed door. She could tell that he was thinkingsomethingbut had no idea what it was. Strange. But there was one part of his body that she very definitely hadcompletecontrol over. "Et TU, Genii?" Drake muttered, frowning at his own treacherous phallus, which was now standing at complete attention, straining like a hyperactive puppy on a leash. He eyed the pile of discarded clothes left by the door, but to dress himself would require turning his back on the demon, and Drake knew far too much about demon kind to ever turn his back on one." What is your name?" was the first question he said aloud. After all, if he was going to command her about, he needed to know by what name he could address her. She was compelled to answer, even though he knew that it mightn't be hertruename. Demons were, by their very nature, wily and untrustworthy; Marduk was a prime example. They had a code, of sorts, certain rules by which they had to play, and while they could not outrightbreaksaid rules, they would try like hell to bend them as far as possible. 'Getting off on a technicality' was part and parcel of a demon's very nature, after all, and you had to be very careful about your wording when you attempted to entrap one." I have summoned you for information," he said, trying to ignore the fact that he was, currently, sporting a throbbing erection. "The demon Marduk--tell me what you know of him, and I'll think about letting you out of the circle." Valiant watched Drake's eyes flick towards the door, and she saw the pile of clothes present there. She sighed, mostly for her own benefit, and rolled her eyes. Great. I got summoned by someone who doesn't even know what to do with me. Her smirk resurfaced quickly though. Sometimes that can be fun too.” What is your name?” The first words to leave the men lips that she could hear. She reached out and probed his mind again only to hear the echoing murmurs within, just beyond her reach. Interesting. She had heard stories of monks that had undergone training to gain resilient against the pervasive powers of demons, but this man didn't strike her as a monk. Nor did this basement seem reminiscent of any temple she had ever heard about.” Well that's not normally how this goes. In fact most people that summon me don't ask me for my name, but instead prescribe me one.” She remained in her kneeling position, legs spread out beneath her as she looked towards him with her decorated large brown eyes. Then she felt that pang of pain in her stomach, growing in severity rather quickly. The summoning bond demanding its reward. He had asked her a question, and she wasn't answering it. She knew how it worked, having been summoned plenty by this point. She bit her lip. Though the bite stemmed from a place of pain, it was performed in an erotic, seductive manner. It was as if she simply couldn't help her mannerisms being inclined to eroticism.” It's Valiant, but you can name me whatever you'd like Master.”" I have summoned you for information, The demon Marduk--tell me what you know of him, and I'll think about letting you out of the circle." Information? Now this was a first, no one had ever summoned her to ask questions before. Surely other circles had this motivation from their summoners frequently, but a demon of lust? She had never heard of something like that happening. Though within The Circle, not much time was spent discussing happenings on the surface. Most demons spent their time plotting and scheming for themselves. She could feel that turning in her stomach starting up again as she deliberated. She shifted her body slowly back into the demon form she had been summoned as. As she did so she rolled on to her back, the top of her head towards Drake. Her breasts their full shape again and her lips flowing into that ever present smirk. Bright red gleaming pupils looked up at him as her tail lashed at the edges of the salt circle. The pain in her stomach was ramping up, but she stalled a moment longer.” Oh? Then you haven't summoned me to spend time with her.” She paused for a moment. The markings all over her body seemed to pulse with punctuation, and she cocked her head, her back still on the ground, looking up at him from her upside down state.” You wanted to have a chat with me.” The pain in her stomach was becoming grimace worthy so she quickly continued.” Marduk. Sure, I've heard of him. Though I don't know as much as you are surely hoping to learn. He's a lust demon, like me, though I'm sure you know that. He hasn't been in The Circle for a while, no telling how long it's been up here. Furthermore, he has a hankering for young souls and old money. When he's around he usually can't keep his mouth shut about how much stronger than his station he is. The real narcissistic type.” Vy looked up at drake's eye.” I'm sure you know the type.” The pain in her stomach subsided completely, and she faked a pout.” I'm sure that's not exactly what you were hoping for, but come on now Drake honey, what did you expect? He's a demon, he does demon things. He thinks demon thoughts.” Vy's long tongue lashed out and licked her lips.” Now how about you come kick some of this salt out-of-the-way so we can talk like grown-ups? No need for all these precautions. You have complete control over me darling, I'll do anything you say. Doesn't that thought make you throb?” She arched her back off the ground, pushing her chest out above her, as she pulsed the heat covering his loins. The actor Steve Martin had once remarked that God gave man a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to operate one at a time. Drake was encountering the truth of this as the succubus rolled onto her back, arching her spine so that her chest was notably thrust out, a position practicallybeggingto be mounted. She was perfect at what she did, Drake had to give her that. She certainly knew what she was doing. And perhaps it would have worked on a mortal who didn't deal with all manner of lewd and lecherous things on a daily basis. Well, a weekly basis, anyway. Bi-weekly at the bare minimum. Trying his best to ignore his visibly engorged, throbbing member, which, while slightly longer than the average penis was certainly nothing to write home about, Drake answered the she-demon coolly. "You're probably right about all of that," he said. "And yet, that is absolutely no help to me at all. I have to admit, I was hoping for something more in the way of...oh, I don't know. Secret weaknesses, or some kind of leverage I can use against him. That sort of thing." He shrugged. "Oh well. Perhaps the next she-demon I summon will be a little more helpful. Thank you for your time. Ad nihilism rel ego." he began, initiating the first few words of the Rite of Banishment, waving his hand through the air in the Sign of the Cross. "Such a pity though, Valiant," he interrupted himself. "You're such acute little succubus, too. I have a feeling we would have gotten on quite well. Oh, well. Ad nihilism rel ego, ad infers the..." Via opened her mouth as if to invite Drake's approach, but he began to speak. So she paused, mouth agape to listen.” You're probably right about all of that... You're such a cute little succubus, too.” Then her mouth snapped closed as she heard incantation begin again.” Ad nihilism rel ego, ad infers the...” She immediately rolled onto her stomach and reached towards him, her hand seeming to burn on the barrier created by the salt. She fell back on to her knees,“Wait! No, don't banish me.” She pondered her direction of persuasion for just a moment. Valiant wasn't able to peer into this mortal's mind, for one reason or another. And although his throbbing cock pointed at her accusingly, this creature did not seem to be a victim to his whims. There was desperation in her voice as it resurfaced, and yet her hips rolled forward with each sentence, seemingly unbeknownst to her.” I can help! I can help you capture Marduk, or banish him, or enslave him. You're a hunter right? You're not the first of your kind I've come across. In fact, I've been banished a number of times. But there's always another mortal that wants me. I know how to handle Marduk and demons like him. I can restrict his mental reach and range. Furthermore, I can even counter it in mortals he's already manipulated. Not to mention demons can be just as susceptible to vice and temptation as all you mortals are. I could persuade him to spend time with me, or conquer a city alongside me. Two demons are stronger than one, he would be tempted, I can guarantee it.” The words flew from her pouting lips in a hurried spray. Obviously she could handle going back to The Circle, but why spend time there when she could spend it up here on the surface. Not to mention it would enable her to learn all about hunters, and more importantly how to avoid them. The demon stood from her kneeling position and grabbed hold of her tail in her left hand. She began to play with it, twirling it in her hand as her right seemed to be massaging it.” So, Drake, will you let me help you? You would of course have to move this salt.” Drake paused. It was likely that the succubus was lying. Then again, that was like saying that the sky was blue;of course she was lying. Any demon would. To summon a demon and not expect it to lie would be like taping a piece of paper saying "Kick Me" to your own back. He could banish her. He could roll the dice, try again, cast his bait and see what kind of demon he could pull up next. But there was an earnestness, a sincerity about her that, for one of her ilk, was enough to make him hesitate. There were much worse things one could catch, he reflected, when you dipped your hook into the tarry nastiness of the nether regions. There were Anger demons covered in spikes. There were Gluttony demons who were corpulent balls of lard and gaping, cavernous maws. At least Valiant was easy on the eyes. Wrestling with himself, he appeared to come to a decision. Closing the spell book he had used to summon her, he gave her a suspicious stare. "You get one chance," he said. "Just one chance. If you don't do exactly what I say, and I mean exactly, then it's back into the pits of Hell you go. Once we're done, once Marduk has been taken care of, you'll be dismissed. Until then..." he looked her up and down, and he had to admit to himself the journey wasn't all bad. "Until then...we'll see." Slowly, almost reluctantly, he crept forward, toward the circle, and stepped on the salt boundary with his foot. He twisted his foot this way and that, smudging it. It wasn't much of a break, but it was just enough for By to squeeze through." Now then," he said, pointing downward, toward his tumescent penis. "Would you mind?" Trying to have an intelligent conversation while having a raging boner was proving to be a problem, one he hadn't had to deal with since he was in, oh, about fourth grade. Drake was unlike any other mortal that Dylan had ever encountered. His thoughts, as previously mentioned, were a closed book to her; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hear more than a faint buzzing. His libido, on the other hand--He wasobviouslyattracted to her. That much was brightly, almost painfully clear. She couldfeelit, his lust, dancing just below the surface. He wanted her, and he wanted her badly. And yet...and yet... He was somehow able to contain it, to compartmentalize it, lock it up so that he controlled it and not the other way around. He had a job to do, and wasting time fornicating with a succubus wasn't going to accomplish anything. "Just one chance. If you don't do exactly what I say, and I mean exactly, then it's back into the pits of Hell you go. Once we're done, once Marduk has been taken care of, you'll be dismissed. Until then, we’ll see.”” Vyliana was standing in her demon form, tail flicking behind her. The worried pout was present on her face until Drake’s words washed it away. His phrase replaced it with a smile of pure glee. On a more adorable face, or any mortal’s face for that matter, such a smile would drug up memories of youth and pure happiness. But the lashing tongue behind those devilish lips replaced that innocence with the dark eroticism she had exuded since her arrival. Her heeled feet clicked against the ground as she practically bounced on her heels, watching him approach. Drake’s food smudged the salt just enough to break the circle and Valiant had already taken her first step towards him before he continued, “Would you mind?” Vyliana’s smile was replaced by the nefarious smirk that seemed to be her default as she took the second and third step to be face to face with Drake. She was still shorter than him while in her demon form, though not as drastically as when she was shifted. Her eyes looked directly into his and for a moment she reached out with her mind and pushed against his, hoping to reach into his thoughts. There was just that echoing white noise again. As if someone was having a meeting in the next room, but you couldn’t make out any of the words. She pushed with all the mental force she could, but nothing changed. By simply shrugged and focused on the eyes in front of her, cocking her head to the side slightly.” Why of course darling!” Vyliana pressed her right palm against Drake’s hip and turned him. She did her best to disguise the fact that she was slipping out of the salt, but it did take a couple extra steps before she moved her left hand to match her right, pressed against his bare hips. Her body temperature was at least 20 degrees warmer than his, perhaps more, and the heat could be felt in her hands as they traveled from his hips to the front of his thighs. By dropped into a squat as her right hand wrapped around Drake’s balls, her left taking a light grip on his throbbing shaft.” And here I was worried you may not come around.” Vy’s plush and plump lips wrapped around the tip of Drake’s cock, ever so slowly. The warm moisture coated the tip almost instantly. Her tongue lashed against the underside of the throbbing meat. Her bottom lip stayed against the bottom of Drake’s shaft, but her top lip lifted off to allow her tongue to slowly wrap around the entirety of his shaft. The forked end reached his chest, and she began to massage his balls as if in punctuation. Her tail also began to snake around the outside of her leg and wrap around the ankle of Drake. For that brief beginning moment Valiant closed her eyes. There was something wonderful about sex acts in the mortal plane. Something that she enjoyed far more than when she was in the circle. Perhaps it was the intimacy, the lack of depravity. Perhaps it was the silence, allowing the sounds of the act to stand strong, or the taste things had on this plane. Perhaps it was the actual sense of time allowing peaks and valleys. Perhaps it was simply the mental bond she had with her masters. It could be any of those things, but for a moment she relished that salty mortal cock touching her lips. Then her piercing eyes opened again and looked up at Drake, her tongue beginning to retract so she could begin proper worship of the rock hard member before her.

Vice City Chronicles (Remiel & Delotha)|rating:4.0

AV Campus - Off-Site

Off-SiteLinksRecruitment Thread (#msg14753706)Character Index & Information (#msg14766403)IOC & Announcements (#msg14766411)Off-Site Anywhere not on campus. Tokyo is not far away by public transport, so it's fully possible to make a quick trip to the city for students. Students are however generally recommended to stay on campus due to all the media attention the program has gotten. It is however not an outright ban, just a firm suggestion to stay. Either way, students are free to leave when they see it fit. Any off-campus adventures go here. Post Header Used with all posts. Code: [Select][float left][IMG height=300 padding=3]IMAGE URL[/IMG][/float left][b]Name:[/b] [URL=SHEET LINK](Character name, last name first as with the sheets)[/URL][b]Wearing:[/b] (If applicable. Birthday suit is acceptable.)[b]Tagging:[/b] (Who else is in the scene with you)[b]Status:[/b] (Open/Closed. Is the scene open to more people beyond the people already tagged? Add open. For shoots, unless discussed beforehand, all shoots should be considered as closed)[b]Warnings:[/b] (Anything that might spook other readers away. Mm, watersports etc.)[b]Location:[/b] (Where on the campus are you) (Kenji (#msg14766695)Wearing:Jeans, black tennis shoes, a black under-shirt, and a button up sky blue dress shirt that he has left unbuttoned Tagging:Kanagawa Minor (#msg14768354)Status:(Closed)Warnings:None Location:Courtyard Kenji had been at the new school for five days now. The first week had been crazy of course. There was the new class schedule to get used to, which, if he was being honest, was much more difficult than he was expecting. His friends had joked with him that he was going to take 'Thrusting 101' and 'Receiving Head for Beginners.' Instead, he had been signed up for classes in film techniques, acting lessons, and more than a few gym classes to boost his stamina. On top of all of that, there was the fact that he had to move in to a new apartment and realize that he was lacking most of the necessities. It amazed him how little stuff he had owned. He came down to this school with a giant suitcase and one big cardboard box. It only took him two hours to 'decorate' his room and realize that he definitely needed to go shopping before he brought anyone back to his place. Luckily, he had saved up enough money to buy himself a TV and a game station so that at least people would have something to do when they got to his place. Yet now that it was Friday, Kenji had the chance to do one of the things he had always dreamed of. He was going to explore Tokyo. Sure, he still had a year until he was legally allowed to enter bars. But there had been plenty of other things to try out, like clubs and cafés to go to. He had been so excited about this opportunity that he had told a few of his other classmates in both the production and acting departments about his idea to meet up and explore the city. There was of course another reason he had invited a few people out to join him that night. During the week his professors had told the students the importance of getting to know each other off set. There were clear advantages to be 'familiar' with as many people as possible. If you were friendly and had even slept with fellow AV actors beforehand, the sex that you did have on camera was that much more genuine. If, on the other hand, you were to become friendly with the staff, they might know your style that much better and even select you for their own projects. Either way, it would be nice to finally lose that mentality of dating that he had developed in high school. He was not here to find his one girlfriend to date throughout all of AV School. Instead, he just wanted to meet new people, have fun, and learn a thing or two before he went out into the real world as a full-fledged adult video star actor. As Kenji leaned against the railing of a nearby fence he realized that he probably should have gotten a few solid confirmations from people that they would actually want to go out tonight before just heading down here at the scheduled meet up time. Well, he shrugged to himself, too late to change that now. Might as well see if anyone else was interested in meeting up and plan things from there. (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:NoneMidori was glad to get off-campus for a bit. Not that she didn't like the campus of course! It was great! There were all sorts of hot people there, students and teachers, and they were all there to do the thing Minor liked best in the world: fucking! Well, okay. Twothings she liked best in the world: fucking, and getting paid for it! Fucking was just the best thing ever, and getting paid for it was even more fun, so she was really happy she'd been accepted. She hoped she did good here, so her friends would come and join her at the school. As she walked along, her breasts bouncing in their too-small top, she considered something. She and her friends had been tight ever since middle school. The other girls hadn't liked them much, just because they developed early or were super-friendly with the boys. Of course, when one discovered sex, she shared it with her friends and pretty soon she and her friends had a reputation as the school sluts. Minor had never minded the name-calling. Those girls who criticized her and her friends were just stuck-up bitches and prudes anyway! And besides, she or one of her friends had slept with all their boyfriends anyway. But no matter what, she and her friends had always stuck by each other. They shared everything! Boyfriends, girlfriends, clothes, money. It made Minor realize how lonely she was here. Her friends were waiting on her success before they would join the academy, and she was all alone here. That's why she'd taken up the invitation to meet with some stranger she didn't know. She was lonely, and she wanted to make new friends, and introduce them to her besties. Plus she was kind of hoping whoever showed up would be hot. She'd only masturbated for the last few days, and she was starting to wonder when they'd start filming. So when she saw Kenji, she licked her lips. Nice! A hottie! Hope he's friendly! She paused to make sure she was decent first, which meant unbuttoning two more buttons on her top and letting her girls get more of that fresh air, then she strolled right up to him." Hi! Are you the one who posted a meet-up time? I'm Minor-chan. Nice to meet you!" She smiled at him. Kenji looked up from his phone when he heard a bright and cheerful voice ask if he was the one who set up the meeting that night. He of course knew that the girls who joined this school were going to be attractive. Yet even with that knowledge safe in the back of his head, the appearance of this girl caught him off guard. He felt his mouth drop slightly for a second as he took her entire appearance in. She had to be an 11 out of 10, and that would be an understatement. His eyes fought to stay away from her chest when he looked over at her, but that was a losing battle. Luckily, after just a few seconds of unabashedly staring down at her ample chest he looked back up and regained his self-control. He flashed this woman a smile and said, "Yeah, my name is Kenji, you can just call me Kenyan or Penchant if you like." He gave her a big grin before he looked around and saw that she had come alone. "It seems like we are the only ones who wanted to have some fun out in the town tonight. What do you say, want to go grab a drink or hit up a karaoke bar?" He offered her his arm as if they were going to go on some fancy date, but the sly smile on his face showed her that he knew the two were just going to go and have a wild night. It was a relief to know that there were people like Minor out in the world. He knew that she obviously enjoyed sex, and her outward appearance let him know that she knew just how attractive she was. He wouldn't need to be shy around her, or reserved. Furthermore, he could be himself and know that she would not judge him. After a few steps towards the center of the town where all the bars and hang-outs were he said with a playful grin, "And during the night, if you catch me staring too much, just make sure to give me a slap and remind me I should behave myself in public." He stuck out his tongue, hoping she wouldn't take offense at his instant and obvious attraction to her. (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:NoneMidori saw the nice guy staring at her tits and she pressed them together, offering them to his view. When he managed to tear himself away and introduce himself, she smiled. "Nice to meet you Penchant! Sure, let's go get a drink." She took his arm, and then laughed." Stare all you want! You don't have to be shy about it. I like it when guys and girls check me out." She undid another button so more cleavage would be exposed to his view. "My tits are awesome, and I think it's better for a guy to be staring at them instead of pretending to try to look me in the eyes anyway. And sure, we can go get something to drink." She winked at him. "But you don't have to get me drunk, you know! I always fuck on the first date! It's a rule among me and my friends. So just, like, relax. You're going to get laid tonight. Just be yourself." If there was any chance that she was the kind of beauty who didn't realize her effect on men, that possibility vanished when Minor pressed her breasts together just as he began to stare at them. Kenji could not help but like her more for her confidence. He loved a girl who knew she was every man's fantasy and reveled in the attention. After taking his arm she told him that he could stare at her chest all he wanted, and he let out a laugh. "You are too kind, I will make sure to take advantage of that offer later on." He stared down at her breasts with a bit too much enthusiasm before saying. "Well, I wasn't planning on getting you drunk for that purpose. I figured we are both the kind of person who wants to have fun and doesn't worry about the usual taboos when it comes to sex." He guided her over to a little dive bar that had a sign saying all you can drink for an hour. As soon as they entered every man in the bar turned to stare over at Minor with obvious jealous. Kenji smirked at their reaction and gave Minor a little slap on the ass to guide her over to a booth. "To be honest it wasn't me being nervous about offending you earlier." He took a seat across from Minor and rested his elbows on the table as he said, "I just need to make sure that I don't act like a total perv on camera. You know they keep making men's rolls about being shy inexperienced guys to make the virgins who buy our DVDs feel like they could sleep with bombshells like you." When the owner came by Kenji ordered a beer for himself and waited for Minor to order before asking. "So did you like to go on dates like this with your friends back at home? Or would it be better just to meet back at their place and get straight to fucking?" There was no judgment in his voice, just curiosity on how she would view things. (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:None She giggled when they reached the bar, and he spanked her ass a little bit. Naturally she stuck it out a bit so all the other guys who were watching could see what Ken got and they didn't. She took a seat in the booth and when the owner came over, she ordered a Jack and coke. Then she focused on his words." It depended on the guy, usually. At school, we'd just find a quiet spot and fuck. My best friend Ami, she fucked the janitor once a week so he gave us a spot in a storeroom where we could take boys. Or girls. We usually fucked teachers in their classrooms after school though. Saki turned us on to enjoy Kasai, and when we met with the older guys we'd usually rent out a spot at a love hotel. They paid so we didn't have to spend money. A lot of our work went through Wakkanai Love Hotel, so much that we got a discount for all the business we brought in!" She grinned. "It was fun! Sometimes the guys would give us presents as well as cash." She looked at the ceiling for a moment, thinking back. "There was this one guy, Osomatsu-San, he bought me my first sports car for my birthday! It was awesome! I thanked him by getting Ami and Kyoto and doing a foursome with him." She giggled and looked at Ken. "But it was different with our boyfriends or girlfriends. Sometimes we'd go on dates first, and sometimes we'd just skip to the fucking. Depended on our mood." She let out a sudden sigh. "I miss my friends." He let out a laugh as she told him all the things she did in high school. Here he thought he had plenty of experience by fucking one girl multiple times. Clearly they were on different levels. But it was also so refreshing not to have to worry about judgment from a girl like her. Just by the way she talked he knew she would not expect him to have as much experience as her. He shook his head and said, "Man, why wasn't my high school half as fun as yours? You know where I grew up, people thought I was a man-slut for having sex before graduation and thennotmarrying the girl I slept with." His eyes went wide when she told him someone had actually bought her a car because she was so good. "Damn, so I take it you did not join this industry for the money then. I mean shoot, I need to start asking for presents if I do a good job." He gave her a little grin and then nodded as she told him she missed her friends. "Well with friends like that it would be hard to move away from them. Not only do you share the same hobbies, but they also never judge you for what you decide to do." He raised his glass and said, "To good friends and hopefully making better ones in the future." He gave her a little grin and said, "I think the best way to get over being homesick and missing friends is to just have some fun and make new memories." He looked over at the end of the restaurant, seeing a large bathroom in the back and then gave her a mischievous grin, "Maybe starting out by seeing how much fun the two of us could have in that bathroom back there for instance?" (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:None She lifted her glass in a toast and then downed her drink in one go. Clearly, she was no stranger to alcohol. She didn't even cough afterward! When he mentioned making new memories, she grinned. "Well, you know, my friends are just waiting to see how I do here. And if I do good, then they all agreed to join the academy. I'd love to introduce you to them." Then he mentioned the bathroom and her eyes twinkled. "Why not? Meet you there!" She stood up and sauntered her way to the bathroom. She had done it, she had said the one thing that had caught him off guard. He promised himself that he was going to not show off his inexperience. Yet, at the thought of being introduced to a few more incredibly attractive girls who loved to fuck as much as he did, he couldn't help but let out an excited cough into his drink. A blush spread across his face, and he finished his own beer before wiping any of the beer off his face and saying, "Well I better make sure to show you that I am a friend worth introducing." She slipped out of the booth, and he got a great view of her full ass as she sauntered over to the bathroom. Ken made sure that he gave her at least half a second before following after her. If he was with anyone else he would try to be a bit more subtle about what they were about to do. Yet from everything he had seen so far, Minor did not seem to be the kind of girl who would be a quiet and shy fuck. So he let his instincts take the lead, and he put a thousand yen on the table, just in case they thought the two would do a dine and dash. Kenji made his way over to the bathroom as he saw a few guys stare in obvious jealousy at him. He smirked to himself, knowing that if they had the balls to join them he was sure Minor wouldn't mind. As soon as he reached the bathroom he took Minor's hand and pulled her inside the open door. The bathroom was just one single large room. There was a mirror and sink on the right-hand side and a single toilet against the back wall. The left wall was completely empty besides a few beer posters, and Kenji spun Minor around as he slammed her back up against the wall. A second later he gave her a full and hungry kiss, working his lips against hers as he could still taste her drink on her lips. His right hand shot up her skirt, flipping it up before he gave her right ass cheek a firm squeeze. His hand slid down her right thigh, picking up her leg as his hips began to grind eagerly against hers, showing her how hard and excited he was just as they got started. (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:NoneMidori certainly wasn't a shy girl. When Kenji entered and pressed her up against the wall, she didn't resist or struggle. Instead, she let her tongue snake out and into his mouth. She leaned in such a way that her crotch would press right against his hard bulge, then she began to sinuously slide up and down like a pole-dancer, working to grind their crotches together and get him even harder for her. He might notice, in between heated kisses, that she was only wearing a g-string. After a series of kisses, she leaned back. "Step back for a minute." Once she had some room, she slid down his body, landing into a crouch on her high heels. "You need some air, little Kenji!" She began to unfasten his pants and belt with an expert's unthinking ease, fishing around until his cock was out in the bathroom air. She grinned and giggled. "I think it's time we got better acquainted!" With that, she'd open her mouth and her tongue would dart out again, teasing delicately around the head of the cock while her lips gave little kisses to it. Their shared kiss was like nothing Kenji had ever experienced before. Up until now he had really only made out with women he truly cared about. Kisses were things of passion, and he thought they were meant to be shared with people you had feelings for. Minor was showing him how much more fun they could be when the only real thought between the pair was 'how can I make my partner feel better.' Throughout the kiss Minor found a way to grind and work her hips up against Kenji's in a way that made him groan out in pure desire. He wanted her so badly that by the time she pulled away, leaving a small string of saliva still connecting their lips, he would have begged her to fuck him. Luckily, she seemed to have read his mind as she told him to take a step back before she reached for his pants. Kenji made sure not to get in her way as she crouched down and undid his pants faster than he thought possible. In seconds his seven and a half inch member was in her grasp, hard as a rock and eager to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve. He let out his own laugh at her comment and said, "Yeah, this guy needs to make some new friends as well. He is eager to show you what he can do." His laugh was cut short as she began to glide her tongue over his member and Kenji grasped for the walls as he let out a contented sigh. "This is much better than plain old Karaoke." He began to thrust his hips forward slightly, letting Minor maintain the lead but showing he what he liked at the same time. (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:None She laughed when he began to thrust himself towards her. So eager! She took the hint though. After a few more teasing kisses, she opened her mouth wide and smoothly swallowed him all the way to the root. She let him adjust to being in her mouth for a minute, and then she began to work her throat muscles. She bobbed her head forward, sucking him in and let her tongue dart around the shaft as she hummed a bit, letting the vibrations help her as she expertly began to suck him off. Her eyes looked up at him, just like she'd seen in pornos. With a look of pride on her face, she commenced sucking without using her hands at all, instead using her hands to unbutton and finally get her tits out for display. It shouldn't have come as any shock to him how fast Minor could work. After all, the two had barely known each other for an hour and she was already kissing his cock. The very second he even hinted that he wanted her to take more of him into her mouth she obliged. His girlfriend in high school had been good at many things, but blow jobs were not one of many skills. In just the first thirty seconds of this blow job Minor had already surpassed Kane-chan's dozens of blow jobs. He reached out and grasped the sides of her head, just needing to hold onto something as Minor worked. Kenji let out a gasp as he began to thrust his hips at the same pace as Minor's bobbing head. He wasn't trying to guide her, just to keep up with her as he let out a low long moan that he knew people would hear if they were trying to eavesdrop on the pair. "God damn Minor...are you trying to make me pop in less than a minute?" He asked with a smile on his face, realizing for the first time that if that really was Minor's goal, there was no way he could stop her from accomplishing that, no matter how hard he fought back the pleasure. (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:None She felt a deep, warm feeling inside. It felt good to be back on her heels, sucking a dick in a bathroom, just like the good old days. Her horniness over the past few days filled with her a sweet, pleasant feeling as she finally got to express it. When he mentioned blowing too soon, she took her lips off the cock and smiled up at him." No problem! Just go ahead and blow. I'll suck you hard again so you can fuck me good." With that, she went right back to inhaling the cock on offer. The only thing she could wish for was her friends and a bunch more guys and girls. Now that would be a party! But for now, she'd just keep sucking and humming, and if he did cum, why, she'd swallow it down of course! She'd missed the taste of cum, and it didn't seem like the classes were going to let up so they could get to what they all came to this school to do. Plus, in the videos she'd have to get it on her face or body. Which was fine! But she wanted to swallow too. Oh yeah, blow jobs can just be for their own sake. It was odd how easily you could forget things like that. In high school he only got a blow job so he would be hard enough to go again, and he rarely ever got to cum in his girlfriend's mouth. At school, well blow jobs were to get guys ready for scenes, or to end a movie. It was crazy how much better her mouth started to feel once he realized that he didn't have to hold back any longer. He instead reached for the sides of her head and began to pull Minor in a bit faster as his cock throbbed hard in her mouth. Kenji didn't have to worry about a pro like Minor, if he over did it, she would let him know. Within less than a minute he let out a low groan, moaning her name as he said, "Shit. I am CIO..." She was so good that she even caught him off guard. He always told his partners when he was about to cum, it was curious and common practice in the industry. Yet at the last second Minor seemed to do something with her tongue that excited him beyond anything he had experienced before. He thrust his cock into her throat one last time and came hard, letting out a huge load of his cum that he had been saving up for a shoot. He let go of her head the second he came, letting her pull back whenever she wanted as he rolled his head back in pure bliss and let his seed pour into her mouth. "God damn... I can see why...guys give you cars for that." He gave her a little smirk and wiped his brow, now more than interested to see how hard she could get him once again. If this blow job was any indication, she would probably have him hard in less than a few minutes at most. (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:None Ahh...there it was! Sweet, sweet cum, pouring down her throat! Gods she'd missed this! She swallowed noisily, saving a little in her mouth. She took her lips off his cock and opened her mouth so he could see his cum in her mouth. Then she made a show of swallowing that too. "Yummy!" She giggled. "Why shouldn't I get paid for my talents, right? Some people are smart. Some people are strong. And me? I'm a whore. I do what I love, and I love what I do. Furthermore, I just found a way to make money off of that. Now let's get you ready for me." She inched closer until she could slide his shaft between her gargantuan breasts. "A titty-fuck pick-me-up should work great for that!" She'd begin to slide her breasts up and down gently along the shaft, moving her pneumatic body up and down in rhythm. In the meantime, her talented tongue would come down to lick the head that emerged between her breasts, lapping up any stray bits of cum. Once he was hard enough, she'd suck the head back into her mouth so she could stimulate him with both mouth and tits. Minor helped confirm in Kenji's mind what he already knew. He loved sloppy girls. There was nothing sexier than watching her swallow his cum with glee and then showing him her work and her ability to take it all down. At her response Kenji let out a laugh and leaned down to give her a deep kiss. He didn't mind that she had just had his seed in her mouth, he wanted to thank her for a job well done. Before he could comment on her abilities she told him that she could get him hard with a good titty-fuck. He eagerly nodded to that as he pushed his hips forward, making sure he was in the most convenient position possible for her as she began to work her breasts along his shaft. Like she predicted, in a matter of moments he was starting to harden again, and he was rock hard by the time she leaned down and began to flick the tip of her tongue against his tip. As she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth he finally said, "Fuck... Midori, you are a genius. Some people are book smart, others are street smart, you just happen to be a sex genius." She didn't rely on her looks along to make sure her partner was pleased, she used every talent in the book and Kenji was already ready to show her she was not the only one with some skills."God, I want to fuck you so badly Minor, tell me how you want it and let me do the rest." (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:None She smiled at the kiss, and smiled even bigger at the compliment. "See, this is why I've always liked guys. You appreciate what I do and what I am. Not like so many jealous girls." She hopped to her feet, flipped up her skirt, and slid aside the flimsy g-string. "Come on in already! I've been fucking dying to get some cock!" She braced herself against the back of the bathroom wall so she wouldn't go sliding all over the place once he started thrusting. If Kenji looked, he could see that she was already soaked with natural lubrication. Her nipples were hard and pointing towards him, her tanned face flushed, and she was edging closer to him, as if to get his cock inside her already. He gave her a knowing nod. She was absolutely stunning, and he knew that all the guys in high school would have given their right arm to be with her. There was no way the other girls in her school besides her friends looked kindly at that. As she flipped up her skirt he bit his bottom lip at the sight of her and reached down to grasp her ass with both hands. There was no need to see if she was ready, she was practically demanding him by this point. The head of his cock slowly stroked against her wet lips for one teasing thrust before he slammed himself deep inside of her. His hips clapped hard up against her ass in the first thrust, and as she bounced off of his hips he pulled her in for another hard and deep thrust. Soon he was bouncing her body up against his and in no time at all his hands moved up to her shoulders to be able to pull her in harder and faster than before. He wanted to show her that there was a reason he was chosen for this school. It wasn't the size of his member or his looks alone, he was going to work harder than anyone else to please Minor, and show her what a good partner he was. (Minor (LINK)Group:Wearing:The outfit in her picture Tagging:Takanashi Kenji Status:Closed Warnings:NoneMidori let out a pleased hiss as she was entered. "Fucking yes!" She grinned at him. "Damn, it's been way too long! Fuck me good!" Of course, she wasn't one to just lie there and get fucked. She wanted to play! So as he thrust into her, she decided to show him just what she could bring to the table. Her hips bucked, moving forward to swallow the dick he offered as far in as she could. She wanted no part of the shaft left outside her. At the same time, she performed a little trick Kyoto had taught her. Kyoto had gotten her group into keel exercises, to keep themselves nice and tight where it counted. Minor used her inner muscles to gently squeeze the dick inside her, encouraging even deeper thrusts so it could receive more of her talented pussy milking him. Her tits bounced forward as she humped herself against him. "Oh...and...don't worry. I'm...on the pill and everything...so cum when you're ready!" She added a particularly acute squeeze of her inner muscles as if daring him to cum. He groaned out as she rocked her hips back. Minor knew exactly what she was doing. She wasn't just moving her body with his, she was angling her hips and making sure that each thrust allowed him to spear his member inside of her as deep as physically possible. As if this alone wasn't impressive enough, Minor began to squeeze her inner walls around his member, as if to try and milk him for his seed. He had known that cumming inside of her would not be a problem. With any other girl he might have worried about it. Yet they were in the same profession, and if there was any chance that he could get her pregnant, she would have let him know well before he entered her. So he just let out a loud groan of acknowledgement as he reached up and grasped both of her arms. He held her upper arms right above her elbows as he began to pull himself into the thrusts even faster than before. In a matter of moments he was drilling into her at a constant and vigorous pace, pounding her like a piston as he laughed out, "I am not one of your high school lovers. I am not going to cum that quickly." He was on his own mission. He wanted to show her why they would be such amazing lovers. That meant biting down on his lower lip and fighting back the pleasure. He loved the competitive aspect of sex, wanting to see who could bring their partner the most pleasure before their bodies gave out. (Minor (The outfit in her picture Tagging: Takanashi Kenji Status: Closed Warnings: NoneMidori gasped as she was grabbed. The vigorous thrusting felt so good, and she was happy to rock her hips against his, panting and moaning in her passion. There was no way she was going to lose this contest! She continued to milk him with her inner muscles, gasping out "You're good, but can you stand up to this?!" With that, she starts humming through her moans, vibrating her whole body in time with the hum. If it was possible, it seemed like even her pussy was vibrating in time with her breathy humming." I have tricks too!" He had never seen a trick like that before, hell, he was sure no one but a true porn star could come up with anything like that. It was at that moment that he knew he would not win this contest. The best he could hope for was an even draw. So his hands shot up to her shoulders as he pulled back hard, making her arch her body fully into his. He leaned in and bit the right side of her neck as he began to pound in as hard as he could. He was sure people in the street would be able to hear what they were doing by this point, but honestly, he didn't care. As the seconds past his member began to throb harder and harder. Eventually he reached his peak, the time when it was almost painful not to cum. Only then did he give her one final thrust, slamming himself in as deep as physically possible before letting out a long moan. It was an odd mix between pure satisfaction and frustration at not winning the contest as he came inside of her. His body jerked to a stop, but his hips continued to grind slowly up against hers." Shit that was good, I really needed that." (Minor (The outfit in her picture Tagging: Takanashi Kenji Status: Closed Warnings: None She had a smile on her face as she drove him to harder and harder thrusting with her technique. She was moaning pretty loudly too. Minor had never been a quiet girl, and she was an enthusiastic lovemaker to say the least. She was throwing her hips against his, feeling the pleasure build more and more inside her. She felt him finally cum inside, and she let out a loud screech. The thought that she had bested a fellow porn star was enough to push her over the edge, and she climaxed as well. After a blissful period of floating in a white haze, she smiled up at him. "I can tell! Here, let me clean you up." She gently extricated him from inside her and fell back to her knees to clean him up with her mouth, not stopping until his dick was spotless. She swallowed and stood. "All better! You shouldn't let yourself get backed up like that." (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris was glad she'd met someone with a set of wheels. Even if she had a Japanese driver's license, Tokyo was so big... she hadn't ever really been able to get a handle of its geography. Eris rolled her window down a bit and propped her elbow up, cupping her ear with her hand. "I'll return the favor if I can. Show you the real America--you know, the fetish clubs." (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:On the Road She giggled. "That sounds great! I've never been to a fetish club before. But I've heard they can be pretty interesting, and they have hot people there. What are they really like?" She took a corner and sped them into Shikoku. As she drove, she'd point out a few of the more interesting sights. "You wouldn't believe how many of the salaryman and executives in these office buildings are really super horny and just looking for an excuse to get some. Even if they're married!" She considered a moment. "I could introduce you if you like. Compensated dating can really make you a lot of money." She giggled. "And gifts! One of my dates gave me this car!" (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris laughed. "For the most part--they're pretty disgusting, to be honest. But hey, that's the life I'm in now." Eris could, in fact believe how horny those salaryman were. "I mean, if I worked long hours in a cubicle I'd probably get pent-up. I get antsy as is." She tittered. "I don't think I need a new Ferrari, but some stock options could be nice." (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:On the Road"Stock options? You want to be a stockbroker?" She drove easily through Shikoku with long familiarity. "And that brings up something. Whydidyou get into AV work, Eris? I'm not complaining, but you're pretty enough and smart enough to be like, a supermodel or something. Why this?" (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris scoffed, folding her arms in front of her prodigious chest. "Are you kidding? My rib cage is thicker than any of the top fifty supermodels. And as for acting, Hollywood wouldn't put my boobs on a screen unless they could CGI them out. My *type* isn't mainstream..." she furrowed her brow, but raised her chin proudly." I'm in porn for plenty of reasons. One, nobody will pay me serious money to do regular work--my body is seen as too much on its own, and I'm not having a goddamned surgery to get rid of my best features."" Two, I was made for it. I think I could be a huge star in it even if I didn't work on acting and trying to do my best, which I will."" Three... well, you'll see the kind of girl I am," she lost the sour face and looked slyly at Minor. (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:On the Road She smiled at her when she heard the last declaration and deliberately licked her lips. "I hope so! Well, if the modeling world and Hollywood won't have you, it's their loss! You'll be the best damn porn star there is, and make everyone who wouldn't consider you wish they could get with you!" She reached over and gently squeezed one of her boobs. "And I'll help you get to the way the best I know how! You might be the top slut in the industry, but I'm no slouch either! There are plenty of producers to sleep with after all. And you know, you could always do some of your own content. Find some camera people and make-up people, and shoot your own stuff for the internet. I could help out by fluffing guys for your scenes!" She pulled into a small side-street, then maneuvered the car around into a parking spot. Up ahead was a large building with the sign "Hiroshi's Boutique" out front. "We're here!" (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris didn't really mind being touched by Minor, but it was always slightly disappointing to get molested when she wasn't trying to do anything, or when it didn't go anywhere. She covered her reaction, knowing that letting Eris touch them would only ingratiate her." If you're curious, you look like you have the money to subscribe to my Patreon..." Eris smirked. She looked up quizzically at the boutique. It actually looked quite large, she thought with surprise as she got out of the car, closing the door carefully due to the expensive model. (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:On the Road She giggled. "I'll have to check it out!" She casually squeezed Eris's ass and then skipped inside. Shiraboshi's was pretty large. Up front was the normal wear. Shirts, blouses, dresses, jeans. Minor led Eris back towards the sections where the racier stuff was. Skirts that would be short on her would look indecent on Eris. Tiny shorts of multicolored leather. Skin-tight jeans and pants of leather and PVC and latex. They had a surprising variety of sizes, and a great selection of Lacey, skimpy tops as well. An aged voice called from further back "Minor-chan! Welcome back! This must be the friend you told me of, yes?" The voice approached, and revealed itself as belonging to a man in his late fifties or early sixties. He was dressed in a green sweater and white slacks, and had the body of someone who regularly hit the gym. He wasn't ripped or anything, but he kept up his appearance. Though he did goggle outright at seeing Eris, and his tongue fell out of his mouth. "You were not joking!" (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris was really expecting the grossest looking pervert for some reason, so it was actually kind of nice that this guy was still in shape. She could appreciate an older man for sure... in fact, he had enough masculine appeal that she kind of wondered how his son compared." No jokes here," Eris boasted, pulling her hair out behind her back and twirling some around a finger. (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:Hiroshi'sShiraboshi went to get a measuring tape, and started taking some detailed measurements of Eris. Not just her tits, but her whole body. When he was done, he looked at her thoughtfully. "Well Nissan, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I have some pants in your size, both of the regular variety and the...ahem...more racy kind. But as for tops, I'm going to have something custom-made. We simply don't see breasts in your size here in Japan. And getting custom-made work can be pretty expensive. Minor-chan knows what I mean. I have to custom-make her things as well." He coughed. "Now, I do accept cash and credit. But...has Minor-chan informed you of the lovely alternative method of payment we have at my fine boutique?" (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris narrowed her eyes as she went on the offensive. "You're talking about paying me to wear your clothes, right? You can even put a logo on them, I don't mind. That way they're a walking billboard for girls that need their stuff custom-made, right?" Eris didn't mind banging an old pervert... but he was definitely going to sweeten the pot for her first. She was going to be the winner in this transaction. (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:Hiroshi'the old man blinked. "Err...well yes, I suppose. In a sense. I like to think that the women I help here are walking advertisements for my craft. As I have with Minor-chan. In exchange for sex, I give 75% off to a few special customers. Now, you are clearly a step above any of my clients-no offense Minor-chan-so perhaps a special arrangement could be reached..." At that point, Minor chimed in "Hey! If Eris gets clothes for free, I do too! I've been fucking you a good long time and fair is fair!" Shiraboshi sighed. "Yes....but in exchange for free clothing, I'd need the two of you to be walking advertisements for my business. I can arrange for the store's logo to be woven into your clothes, and if you two would be gracious enough to promote my work to your friends, perhaps we can come to a deal. Of course, I'll still be wanting the sex." (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris smiled at him incredulously, pursing her lips as if she was watching a kid embarrass themselves. "I... don't think I'll be accepting your offer, then," she said, looking around at the merchandise on sale. "Besides, there's not much in my style." Fuck you, pay me, she thought to herself. Even if she did walk out of there today, she knew this old rake would be thinking about her later on. Sooner or later he would have to learn what other people already knew--models were *paid* to wear clothes, not the other way around. (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:Hiroshi'sold man Hiroshi hadn't gotten where he was by being stupid. He pretended to consider for a moment, before letting out a long sigh and deflating. "Very well. If you wear the clothes, I'll pay you a modeling fee per outfit you wear. One that's competitive with the big modeling agencies and the AV studios. But I want the sex with both of you lovely ladies as part of the bargain. Deal?" He was trying not to sound desperate, but having women like Eris and Minor wearing his clothes would provide a boost he didn't know he could get elsewhere. Midori poked him. "I get the same fee she does or no deal!" Shiraboshi looked pained. "I thought you loved me Minor-chan!" He sighed again. "Very well. You get the same fee as she does." (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris cocked her head and rose an eyebrow. "I'm not hearing any numbers here," she said with disapproval." And if you want sex? You better believe you're going to have to pay for that separate." She put a hand on her hip. "But hey, pay me enough, and I'll let you film it," she winked. (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:Hiroshi'sShiraboshi looked stricken. "MMM...how about....600000 yen. I believe that would be 600 American dollars." Midori chimed in. "Each! And for each set of clothes we model!" Shiraboshi swallowed. "Thai. As for fucking you w-well...h-how much would you need to allow me to video it?" (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Absolute victory. Her smile now was almost sadistic as she reveled in her total triumph over his will. She folded her arms under her breasts, puffing them up as she swaggered up close to him, leaning against his chest and cupping his cheek in her hand as she leaned into his ear." Five--million--yen," she whispered. (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:Hiroshi'she turned pale and just about fainted at her whisper. He looked at her, then at Minor pleadingly. But Minor was watching in rapt fascination, and so he sighed. Then he looks a look at Eris's tits again, and swallowed, then he spent the next minute or so looking back and forth between Minor's chest and Eris's before finally slumping." Hai. Five million yen." Midori chimed in. "For each of us and each time!" He just nodded mutely. Minor flashed the victory sign at Eris. (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. That settled that then. Her first standoff in business negotiations of her porn career, and it was a triumph. The only question was, did she want to go first and avoid sloppy seconds, or let Minor take the lead and presumably clean this guy up just a little bit?" Oh, I almost forgot we're here to shop. Minor-chan, see anything my size?" Eris smiled, knowing that now that they agreed any delay was just torture to her new business partner. (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:Hiroshi'minor looked around, carefully considering Eris's frame. "Well, this denim skirt might look nice on you." She held it. "It's a bit smaller than I think you are, but that's okay. Just means more people checking out your ass, right?" She giggled, then found a matching denim coat. "And this one is nice and short too, so it should call attention to your tits!" Shiraboshi looked to be adding figures in his head on how much what they were looking at cost. Midori meantime, was looking over at a PVC dress/miniskirt combo. "OOO! This would look awesome on you! It'd hug all your curves!" (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car." Hmm, hugging is good," Eris purred. As for the previous outfit, denim was a little... well, maybe if it had been black. She liked the idea of highlighting her ass to make it get as much attention as her tits, which really didn't need to be advertised." Anything black? I also like black with some other color to highlight it..." She saw a short little leather skirt and held it out. "Minor, you should totally try this on and go for like, a punk/biker chick look." (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:Hiroshi'she blinked. "A punk guard? Well, I've never heard of it, but sure, why not give it a try?" She went and found a pair of short-shorts made of black latex that had red stripes on the sides. There was a matching bustier of black latex as well. "What about these shorts? If you pair it with this top it'll match, and you'll be busting out all over! Guys won't know whether to check out your tits or your ass!" (Corvette (#msg14855997)Wearing:Nothing. (MidoriStatus:Closed. PM us. Warnings:None. Location:Passenger seat of Minor's car. Eris slid her finger along the shiny fabric. "I like the red. Very black widow color scheme wise. Maybe I'll put on some bright red lipstick--not normally my thing but to bring out the highlights." She cocked her head. "Needs some boots though." (Minor (top and black leather jeans with heels. Tagging:Eris CorsetteStatus:Closed Warnings:None Location:Hiroshi's"OOO! Wait right there! I spotted theperfectboots for you!" She dashed off, hips swaying from side to side unconsciously. She reached the shoe section, and, making sure Eris was still in line of sight, bent over at the waist so that she was showing her new friend her big round ass. Furthermore, she took her time selecting a pair of boots, then wiggled back over to her." Here you go!" She held up a pair of thigh-high boots, all black and shiny, with red laces in them and a spike heel. "I went for the stripper heel I could find, and I've worn this type of shoe before. They're super-comfy!"

AV Campus - Off-Site|rating:3.0

L'oeuf à Votre Cœur[Open and Accepting]

Hello, and welcome to my Role-play! For starters, we are full up, BUT, I will accept more people if you either make two people at a time, or have someone else join along with you, if you only want one character. I want to keep the amount of characters evens. Now, I’d rather not translate the title, because it sounds pretty childish. Should you really wish to know, translate it on Bing. The title is in French. In this Role-play, you can each have up to two characters. Either gender will work, and you will each be given a choice. You can either be human, nothing extraordinary about you, or, you can be a Tamer. Humans will be nothing more than a character who is simply there for love, a friend, family, or anything that isn’t a Tamer. You may have a Tamer character and a human character, if you wish. You may have two humans, or two Tamers as well. Now, Tamers are people who were given a gift to control one element and some are also able to do something even more rare. The second ability can be whatever you choose. Just choose wisely. Some come with a catch. With a Tamer, you have always been able to control your element and your rare ability, should you have one. Now, the only quest left is to find your egg. Your egg contains part of your heart. When your egg hatches, the creature that has been in that egg is yours, and yours alone. Only Tamers can see the creatures that come from these eggs. Occasionally some humans are born with the gift to see them. When that happens, havoc breaks loose. And, now, on the search for their eggs, a group of six join together to try and find them. Each one has their own unique abilities, none of them are very similar. In this group, there are at least six Tamers. Alright, I want this to be set up as a group of six Tamers. Three males and three females. You can take two Tamers, or one Tamer and a Human. There can be as many Humans as you want, and anyone can fall in love with any, as long as both players agree. Please, PM me your profiles, and make sure to include all the following information:Name:Age:Gender:Race:Abilities/Talents: (‘Abilities’ are only available for Tamers, and Tamer, feel free to add some Talents if you wish.) Egg Type: (Meaning what type of creature will hatch out of the egg. Of course, your character will not know till it has hatched.) Name and Gender of Creature:Biography (Optional):Looks of Tamer:Looks of Creature:Now for the Rules:No god modding AMD limit the cursing. Write like a writer not like a Dexter. Don’t join if you’re not going to role-play. PM me if you have any questions or concerns. Please post at least four sentences per post. So, let this Role-play Begin! Quote: Originally Posted by Rebel Fey Name: Jamie Esteban Age:18 Gender:Female Race:Human Abilities/Talents: Controls the element of Fire. Can speak to her creature if that's not just implied. If losing her temper and getting in sticky situations because of it is a talent, then there you go. Egg Type: Dragon Name and Gender of Creature: GNIS-Male Biography (Optional): Jamie is hotheaded and loses her temper a lot. She knows how to get herself and her little brother out of sticky situations. She is not trusting, and she almost never opens up to anyone. Furthermore, she has an awful soft spot for her little brother though. Looks of Tamer: Looks of Creature: Silver and ebony, a little smaller than Jamie's forearm when he first hatches. Name: Aaron Esteban Age:14 Gender:Male Race:Half human, half water fay Abilities/Talents: Controls the element of Water. Can speak to his creature if that's not just implied. Has healing powers. Egg Type: Selfie Name and Gender of Creature: Sea-Female Biography (Optional): Aaron doesn't really know what exactly his mother was. Some kind of sea fairy or mermaid or something. His human father never knew and neither did his half-sister Jaimie. His mother had died at his birth. Jamie and Aaron kept their powers secret from their single father. Aaron is gentle if not a bit shy at times. Looks of Tamer: Looks of Creature: As a seal she looks like an ordinary brown seal as big as a pillow with big brown eyes. As a human she is the same size as she is as a seal, but she is as developed as a thirteen-year-old. She's like an eight-year-old in mind. She has blond hair and freckles. Accepted~! Quote: Originally Posted by ~Black Petals~ Name: Leonardo Elliot "Jasper's Beast" Age: youthful 17-year-old Gender: Male Race: Mostly Human/Tamer Abilities/Talents: Extremely clever, and sensitive to his surrounding. Has an "animal instinct", generally is very cautious and independent. Is good at picking up and noticing behavior. Good observer and tracker. Egg Type: white lion Name and Gender of Creature: Jasper/male Biography (Optional): Leonardo grew up in a small town surrounded by open valleys, and became nicknamed "Jasper's beast" from an old folk tale legend in his area. It is said that there was once a man who dedicated his life in search of the philosopher stone, so much to the point it drove him mad, and he became like a beast - mad and ran away into the forest, only to be seen again when mischief and misfortunes occur. Although Leonardo generally keeps to himself and is rather aloof, his peculiar appearance (namely his ears; which he keeps tucked down to blend with his hair, unless startled or responding in a certain way) draws attention, and he has an uncanny knack to draw misfortunes wherever he goes and gets caught up in other people's affairs. Looks of Tamer: [X] Looks of Creature: [x] Accepted!~ ---------- Quote: Originally Posted by miyustar11 Name: Lydia Marshall Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Neo/snow leopard Abilities/Talents:Can control water in any of its states [liquid, gas,or solid[Ice, water, sleet, snow... whatever you can think of.] She can cook, dance, sing, draw, but is very shy and won't talk to you unless you talk to her unless she knows you. Egg Type: Snow leopard Name and Gender of Creature: Mizuki Female Biography (Optional): Princess Lydia was sent from the castle to find her egg. At first, she refused, but then she saw it as an opportunity to make new friends so she chose to go. Looks of Tamer: Looks of Creature:Snow white, small, cute cub Accepted~! ---------- Now, yesterday I had attempted to create my profile, but then a storm rolled by the time I was finished. So, I will try again. Give me a few to get it retyped and reposted. Lydia Marshall Lydia walked around letting her her stream behind her in the wind. She could smell others but couldn't find them. She kept walking trying to find the others. Furthermore, she always loved nature and walking in it so she did not mind the long walk at all. Lydia sat down at the base of a tree and started to sketch out an old, brown oak. Name: Eskimo Ayasdi (Goes by Rider by her close friends)Age: 17Gender: Female Race: Tamer Abilities/Talents: Eskimo's elemental ability is Water. Her Rare Ability is including being age to materialize anything she wishes. She is often found having materialized wings, cat ears, and a tail. Egg Type: Dragon Name and Gender of Creature: Akihito, MaleBiography(Optional): Eskimo is having normal parents who are caring and loving. However, her father was recently diagnosed with Cancer. Out of loss of options, she is searching for her Egg in hopes it can grant her wish to cure her. Having heard a rumor that one specific Creature could grant their Tamer one wish. She hopes with all of her heart that hers is the one. Looks of Tamer:Looks of Creature:(Her Dragon looks like this, except smaller. Scary, right?)-------------- Quote: Originally Posted by ExiledAngel21 Well here it is :D Name~ Never Death Age~ 18 Gender~ Male Race~ Tamer Abilities/Talents~ Never holds power of the darkness and has the secondary unnatural ability of forming a link between himself and others through a kiss. This ability allows Never and his partner to synchronize for a while, which lets them control the powers of one another. This applies only for a very limited amount of time, and is also applicable to powerless humans. Egg Type~ Black Gryphon Name/Gender of Creature~ Tristan/Male Biography~~~ In a family that reigned over the upper class, the very thought of their successor being a tamer was appealing. He was considered an outsider by his family, yet was grudgingly acknowledged due to his high ranking. Plastic smiles and empty words, his life was just a collage of falsehood. Never accepted this treatment, knowing that nothing he would do would ever be able to sway and change their opinions on his tamer ship. However, one day his blood relatives took their ostracism a step too far. It had come to the point of physical abuse, and Never had reached the limits of his patience. He ran away from that cold home of his, leaving behind the trail of his brethren's blood. Never only wish was to be accepted... would his own heart come to reject him? Tamer's Appearance~~~ Creature's Appearance~~~ [outofcookies: can someone post]Lydia Marshall Lydia finished her drawing and taped it to a tree so if she saw the tree again she would know if she had already past it. She started walking again stepping on crunchy leaves in the silver moonlight which made her hair shine silver. She hopes to run into some people soon. Eskimo was wandering around the woods located on the far end of her little town. She sighed, getting tired. She had been wandering around for the past seven hours with no luck of finding her egg. Furthermore, she had to find her egg, and fast. Furthermore, she didn't want her father to die. And he knew she didn't want him to die. Tsukiko placed a hand against her head, then ran it through her hair. She positioned herself against a tree, and slid down it. "I won't make it in time. What will I do? Whitman do?" She rested her head against the tree, closing her eyes. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep. As it also didn't take long for me to hearhisvoice again. Tsukiko, don't give up on your search. You are almost there. Don't quit trying to find me. I have been waiting for far too long. Do not give up one me, Eskimo. Lydia Marshall Lydia stumbled by a girl with purple hair who was sleeping. Lydia woke up the girl because she was not in proper shelter. "Umm hi my name is Lydia... What is yours?" Lydia asked curiously. Eskimo jolted awake by a stranger shaking her awake. "Ah!" She gasped and out of instinct, grabbed the female's wrist. She instantly let go when her vision cleared, and she saw the shocked look on her face. "I'm sorry!"" Lydia? I like it. Mine is Eskimo. Again, I apologize about that." She sighed, calming her fast pulse. "What are you doing around here?" Lydia Marshall"It is fine"Lydia managed to squeak out." I am looking for my egg... What about you?" "You, too, Huh? You're the first Tamer besides myself I have met. It is nice to meet you." Eskimo smiled and placed a hand on the grass, and pushed herself to her feet. She then placed her arms above her head and stretched. "Mm. That felt nice." She cooed after she was done stretching.((By the way, this is for everyone. If you truly run out of things to say, it is alright to make less than four sentences, as long as it is more than one. Just, please, don't do it every post. Try to give everyone room to work with. Thank you, and you are welcome. I had something else to say.... But now I can't remember. I'll post it up if I remember. I only remember that it was important.)) Lydia said, "I bet it was. You were the first tamer I met here too."" Can you stand still for a few seconds please?" As Lydia waited for an answer she twirled around in the crunchy leaves and grass with her hair trailing behind her rapidly [Out Of Cookies: Sorry I kinda have writer's block] "Ah, sure." Eskimo blinked, but remained still. She smiled as Lydia continued to spin in circles for a little longer. As Lydia examined her, she suddenly heard his voice in her head. Tsukiko, go. Hurry up and find me. Ah! Where are you! Tell me where you are, so I can find you! Please! She silently begged. Of course, she knew whose voice it was. It was her Egg. She gathered that the second time he spoke to her. Though, this is the first time he's ever spoken while she was awake. She must be close. Or he was becoming more desperate.((It's perfectly fine. It happens. =) I do hope it was your character asking mine to be still. Am I wrong? If so, I will fix it.)) Lydia quickly sketched out a picture of Eskimo when she heard a high pitch growl in her head that was piercing her thoughts. She quickly deciphered the growl into "Hurry up and find me... I need you""Gotta go" Lydia ran off toward the voice.[IOC Good night] "E-eh?" She blinked multiple times as Lydia ran off. "O-oh, alright! See ya around!" She yelled after Lydia. Then quietly added, "I'm never far from here..." She sighed, leaning back against the tree. "What do I do, now?" Continue your search. Find me." Uhn. You keep telling me to search for you, yet you never tell me where you are. How about a little help?" She asked aloud.((Goodnight. Though I'm still staying up for a little longer. Though it is 1:00 AM. Blah. Just gotta be sure to go to sleep before 2:00.)) Leonard rested beneath a shady tree as a pleasant breeze rustled his soft hair. The wind carried the scent of two females nearby, that he nonchalantly picked up. His ears twitched upward, as he continued to lay relaxed with his eyes closed and drifting, half-asleep half-waiting.... *(Hamm...I want to post more, but I'll wait and post it in a little bit... Goodnight then ~) Eskimo pushed off of the tree, and materialized a set of black feathered wings on her back. She extended them to their whole sixteen-foot span, and jumped into the air. In a matter of seconds, she was airborne, and taking off into the woods. She flew through the woods, receding her wings when she needed, ducking or raising. She flew through these woods so often, she now found it a game. Her against the trees. Of course, she always won. Suddenly, picking up the scent of a male, she looked around her. Bad move. He called to her." Wha-?" Suddenly, she looked in front of her to see a thick branch approaching her. She let out a short, loud scream, and tried to duck under the tree, only to accidentally throw herself off balance, and crash onto the ground. She suddenly threw herself from the ground, inhaling deep. "Ayah! Remind me not to get distracted while flying through a forest again. Pooh, man. Ouch." She rubbed her head, expecting a headache to form. She chuckled at herself, finding it slightly funny. And you're laughing at yourself. Oh, for Christ's sake, you'll talk to me, for the most part, but won't tell me your name? She thought to her Egg. Try to be a little nicer, you. ((And we got the final male in!! Yeah!! And, now, this Role-play will be smooth sailing from now on.)) Leonardo quickly sat up as his eyes were wide open from being startled. Before he knew it, he found himself in front of a girl laughing in embarrassment and rubbing her head. Leonardo sat leaning his weight on one arm while resting his other elbow on his bent knee, and smiled a rather sarcastic, but friendly smile. "Why, hello there~" He mused. "You alright?...that was quite a fall...." Suddenly having heard a voice, she slowly turned her head to the left of her. "... Wah!!" She fell to the right of her out of surprise. "Ah... Excuse me. I'm slightly clumsy when I'm surprised." She smiled and blushed slightly, out of embarrassment. "Anyway, yes. I am fine." She examined the boy. He had spiky brown/tan hair with green eyes. If the green eyes weren't unique enough, he had cat ears, and a cat tail((Err... Your character has a tail, correct? I can't remember...))." Well, today is my lucky day. Two in just an hour. So, have you found yours yet?" She knew he would know what she meant. He has not. Goodness. He was very chatty. Shut up, I didn't ask you. I thought you weren't talking. She shot back at him.((In my life, I've only ever seen one person with green eyes.)) ((Ohh okay~ have a nice sleep !! :) *when u decide to, that is x]))Leonardo's ears shot up from the girl's shock of seeing him. His blankly surprised look turned to slight discomfort when he realized the girl noticed his tail swaying. Ahhh, she saw it... he thought. He turned his face to the side to hide his emotions and got up, dusting his pants and brushing his hands together before offering her a hand. "Mmm, ...." the boy smiled, but kept quiet. "Maybe today'll be the day...." he said, but with a tone of voice that didn't seem to mind either way.{One could say that he was used to getting unusual looks by now. XD and yes, I can't remember the last time I've seen someone with truly green eyes... ^^ pleasant dreams} ((Haha, I decided to post once more before I go to bed. I just had to get that reaction in there. You'll see when you read it." Jamie let's go down and talk to them" Jamie sighed, looking down at her little brother. "No, we have no idea who these people are" "But they were talking about their eggs!" Jamie, Jamie Oh not this again. "Shut up!" Aaron looked hurt, and Jamie gasped, "Wait, no not you...it was..." She hadn't told her brother about the voice yet. Aaron glared at her, hurt, "I'm going over there! I'm 14 I can take care of myself" And before she could stop him he was jumping from the tree they perched in and was walking towards the people. Aaron couldn't believe his sister. She didn't own him. He walked to the cat-person and the winged girl. "Hi I'm Aaron!" He just lay there in the tree branches, looking up past the barrage of leaves up into the daytime sky. Small rays of light penetrated through the thick leaves, and fell upon Never like a heavenly serenade. The silence was, at the very least, an experience of heaven on earth, or at least it was in Never's opinion. Yet just as he fell into his serene wonderland, alien voices dragged him away from his euphoria. Right below him, a girl was having what looked like an argument with someone that could have been her younger brother. He couldn't really hear much of their words, but he could see everything that went on. Suddenly, as he turned to watch the younger boy leave, Never accidentally let loose a leaf. It flew in the wind, right before the girl's eyes... and realizing his mistake, Never hoped the girl wouldn't notice. "Hey, now. Don't worry about the ears and tail. I like them!" She complimented when she noticed his discomfort. "Truly, I do. In fact, I usually have a set of my own. Just, right now I have wings. Haha." She inched forward, towards the boy, and grabbed his ears. "But, yours are real, Huh? Mine aren't. They're basically an illusion. Or, an illusion that can become real. Or something poetic like that." She continued to grab AAT his ears. "I think you're lucky. The only unique thing about me is my hair." When she heard footsteps approaching from behind her, she spun around to see a younger boy. She released the boy's ears. "By the way, what is your name? Mine is Eskimo." She asked him, then turned back around to the young boy who now stood in front of her and the Neo. When he said hello to them, she smiled back." Hello, Aaron. I am Eskimo. I don't know his name, yet." She added with a chuckle. "I'm working on that one." Ahhh.she's touching them...your ears, is that alright?? In the midst of his thoughts came another voice, echoing faintly. Leonardo realized then that the voice that just spoke was not his...but rather an inner voice that was much deeper and masculine, like that of a royal beast -- the voice that calls to him was what he had been waiting for. Leonardo began to wonder what had triggered the voice to finally call out to him.... All the while he came back to reality and noticed his ears being touched by soft hands. While he was lost in his deep thoughts he hadn't realized that the girl had approached him. His ears twitched again. Then, as if in a chain of reactions, he picked up the scent of a young boy and girl off in the distance, only to see a few seconds later a young boy approach them introducing himself as Aaron.... He watched as the girl kindly greeted him with her name Eskimo... By the looks of it the boy seemed to be of similar age with Leonardo and perhaps the girl, Eskimo as well. He had realized that he had not properly introduced himself to the girl yet and not to be rude answered promptly,"It's nice to meet you both... My name is Leonardo Elliot..." He smiled a faint but charming smile, with a friendly gleam in his eyes. The voice appeared to Leonardo again. "Le...o...n...d...o........ Leondardo...." 'Easy there, Leo... that voice is only in your head...the others can't hear it...' He said to himself. It wasn't unusual for Leonardo to meet people often. As he was often brought into the affairs of the villagers with whom he grew up in. Though he was generally less enthusiastic as he should have been in most cases, having grown up with his unusual appearance - he felt drawn by attention that he didn't care of or was rather timid to face others harsh judgments of him; He passively brushed aside the negativity from his mind and thought, these people may be different...they're on a search too...they may be tamers, just like you... It would seem that in the past Leonardo was naturally caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hence, his ridicule as a 'monster, referring him to "Jasper's beast" from an old folk tale in his village. After a moment, Eskimo had released his ears, he spoke: "He, I'm surprised you didn't find them to be so bad... then again, you must be a tamer. By the looks of you sprouting those illustrious wings" he stood a bit taken back and flustered by the girl's remark earlier and gently rubbed the edge of his left ear with his index and thumb, as to wonder 'Are these really that interesting... they use to always find them rather frightening before...' Brushing his thoughts of the past aside, he stood with the three, before looking past in the direction of where the boy, Aaron, had come from. In the distance, he sensed other person, similar to Aaron, close by and the scent of leaves caught by the wind... He quickly turned his attention back to where he stood and waited the others' response. {ah, sorry for posting so late. I just woke up not too long ago; didn't know everyone would be on ^^} "Leonardo, huh? Like Leonardo da Vinci! I love the name Leonardo." Eskimo said. She watched his expressions change to uncertainty, confusion, and others. "I presume you're not used to people liking your ears and tail? But, I'm not so normal, now am I?" She asked, gesturing to her wings. When he suggested she was a Tamer, she smiled. "That's right. The wings are alone enough to show that I am. However, only Tamers can see them. So, then you yourself must be a Tamer." She watched Leonardo, examining his expressions. Of course, he is a Tamer, moron." Shut up, you! Did anyone ask you?! I asked Leonardo here, because he'll actually tell me his name!!" She shouted back at him. When she heard him chuckle, her eyes widened, and she blushed. "You chuckled! You have a heart after all! So, since you're on a kind roll here, how about your name already? Or, perhaps, your location?" And suddenly, she knew she had just spoked aloud. She froze, and examined Aaron's and Leonardo's reactions. "ERM... Sorry about that." I'll give you a hint, Look for a disaster. The pressure is crushing. You had better hurry.((Haha, I started liking the name Leonardo because of Assassin's Creed. I like how they portray Leonardo in the game.)) Jamie debated going after her brother, a fight that she already knew the outcome of. She'd go after the cocky idiot, because she loved him dearly. Suddenly, a leaf fluttered past her face, and her face whipped up to the branches above. "Hey! Who's there?" She swung up to the higher branches and was faced with a very nice looking person. Of the male selection. Jamie suddenly heard chuckling inside her head, which was interesting since all the voice had said so far was her name. So this is what you finally decide to speak up on? Thought Jamie, annoyed. Of all things for her egg to put his two cents in on, he chooses this. Aaron smiled at them both, "It's nice to meet you" Then the girl, called Studio started to talk to no one. They said they were Tamers, so he guessed it was her egg holding up the other side of the conversation. He hadn't been sure at first if he was sane when his egg started talking. Then, he found a book of Jamie's about the eggs, and he felt better. Aaron wasn't telling Jamie his egg talks to him yet because she hadn't told him. It's a sibling thing On the subject of eggs, Aaron figured he'd check in on his. It or rather it sounded like she, talked nonstop, except for short periods when she slept. So Aaron had learned to tune her out. Right now it seemed she was talking about how the light looked from within her shell. It looks Golden, oh! Now its greenish, now it's dark, back to gold! When are you going to come get me Aaron? I'm working on it. It would help if you told me where you are! I'm in an egg, genius. I haven't a clue where I am. Except that there's a lot of movement. Ooh! The light is purple now! Just tell me when I feel close 'k? Orange light, gold light-okay-green, gold Aaron sighed. She could get so sidetracked. Though now he had some sort of clue. Hmm, movement. He turned his attention back to the other Tamers. "So you here a voice too?">>>What's the setting for this? Medieval, modern, future? If we're open to suggestions I'd vote modern because we could think of creative places to put our eggs. Which the eggs aren't in the same spot right?" Heh, That's true...and that I am!" he said pleasantly, observing her materialized wings and thinking how genuine they appeared. 'Its obvious her animal must have wings...' he thought. "Hah its alright, it seems you are on good terms with that egg of yours", he mused with an entertained smile on his face. Leonardo struggled to find the voice of his egg again...but all was quiet. He started getting restless inside, and wondered if he'd ever hear from the voice again. 'It'll have to speak up eventually...it can't stay quiet forever... if I'm ever to find it...' He had an urge to call out 'Where are you?!' ...but knew it would be pointless, thinking that whatever was in the egg wouldn't know either... So Leonardo continued to conceal his restlessness in the presence of his newly acquainted tamers...{Ohhhh~ ^____^ never played the game before... yea, I guess later his name could be shortened to Leo or Leon... Earlier I misspelled his name as "Leonard" shortened down to 'Len' which I thought sounded like a cool name for him too XD...haha Leonardo da Vinci, the old genius artist - loved his work. :) lol! Funny you brought that up} Aaron laughed at Leonardo's comment about Studio's egg. "It can't possibly talk as much as mine! I mean she's in an egg. How does she ever come up with things to talk about? I can see the world and I don't find that much to talk about" You're talking about me Yes I am You know I might run out of things to talk about in my inferior egg, and I'll start asking questions, endlessly. Aaron groaned inwardly. He didn't think she was capable of sarcasm, and now she was threatening him with endless questions. {Just wondering, the setting where are characters are at around or outside a forest somewhere, right? Or place with trees and hills and such XD and the time is modern? I kept having flashes of post-modern and modern...lol} ((Yeah, we're in woods. No hills that I can think of. And I think it should be around... Year 2037. How about, everyone thought they were going to die in 2012, but instead the first Creature was found. Of course, humans don't know about them, at least not normal ones. And Tamers go all around the world, searching for theirs. Also, only the person who owns their egg can see them, at least until they touch them, then every Tamer can see them. This way, no one can get the wrong Egg. But, I think that you, Rebel Fey, have already had your egg grabbed by another. Perhaps, they aren't aware they have it, or it doesn't have the ability to hide itself.)) >>>haha actually I have a very creative spot in mind. That's why I was hoping for modern, so all good :){Hah, ok. Um, I think I have an idea of where mine will be. It'll just take some time to get to it XD} Cute picture "Well, yeah, we are. We have a pretty loose relationship. He's stubborn. Very stubborn. After all this time, he just now gave me a hint about his whereabouts. All's he knows is that he's in a place where disaster fell. I think he's under all of it, so I need to find him soon." Eskimo stared into the distance. Had she heard any news of a disaster recently? None that she could remember. That's right. You had better find me." Once again, shut up. Nobody was talking to you!" Both Eskimo and her Creature started laughing. "You're so stubborn. Won't even tell me your name. That's harsh." She smiled and looked back at the group of people around her. When she suddenly heard a female shout, she looked towards the source, to see a young looking female. She followed her gaze, to see her staring at a male, also around her age." Goodness, I'm meeting too many Tamers in just one day. None-the-less, a few hours." She watched the two as they talked.((Now, you all get that they're both being stubborn, not actually mean, right? It's that playful mean tone.)) "That's more of a hint mine gave me. All she knows is she's moving" Aaron was struck by an awesome idea, "Hey we can travel together you know, and help each other find our eggs. Plus, I bet it would be nice to have some company. I couldn't imagine what it would be like traveling alone, without my sister" A shout that was most definitely Jamie rang out. He looked back at the tree and saw she was sitting with someone-surprising. Aaron wasn't worried though, she could most definitely take care of herself. "That's her by the way" he said motioning to the tree. Aaron I'm dizzy?! It was fun at first, but now I'm getting sick. Just try to sleep. I'll try to find you. Okay Aaron but find me quick. Please.>>>I think Black Rose Petals was just being funny, at least that's what I thought"it must be nice to have a conversation with your animal" He smiled playfully, amused by how the others react to their eggs. "Mine hasn't said much to me...must mean I'm not anywhere close to where it is.... Hah, try working with that...It's almost impossible to find a quiet egg....it gets rather boring too." He laughed. "I wish mine would speak...but even if it did, it probably doesn't know where it is either...." Leonardo thought about taunting the spirit to talk to him...but again, he was faced with a stubborn silence. "I guess all eggs have their own stubbornness" Leonardo thought about Eskimo's hint about where her egg was. "Hm...so where's a good place to start first?" he thought aloud...[/b]"Maybe since they're talking to you; either they're somewhere where close...where a place fell into disaster..."[/b] He continued to ponder before saying, "or you guys MUST have a deep connection...haha, how cute." He chuckled. In the midst of his thoughts, he heard a shout... and understood it to be Aaron's sister. "Ah, I hope she's alright" he said, even after Aaron said she could handle herself, fully alert and staring out into the direction of where the shout came from. 'It couldn't have been a battle yet.right? They couldn't have found their eggs so soon....' He thought, 'Besides these two...there are two others off in the distance and including myself who have yet to find their eggs....yet, mine doesn't speak to me... At least they can hear their eggs..... I wonder when mine will ever show up.....' It suddenly occurred to him that he remembered an event that happened recently. "If I remember...there was an old-abandoned church somewhere out here that got struck and fell apart...." He thought, 'I wonder if your egg would be underneath all that ruble and what's left..... it definitely was a disaster that fell upon that old chapel' He quickly chimed, "Ah, but who knows, right?" ---------- Quote: Originally Posted by Rebel Fey Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;I think Black Rose Petals was just being funny, at least that's what I thought;Lt;Lt; {did she mean me? ^^; or her character and her egg?"Oh, I'm sure you'll find yours" Aaron shifted foot to foot. No one had yet commented on his suggestion of traveling together. Then seeing Leonardo tense at Jamie's shout, he assured him, "She's fine. Don't worry, she's had worse trouble than teenage boys. She once told hardened sailor that his tattoo was sexist" I can't fall asleep Aaron sat down and separated himself from the conversation so he could focus on his egg. Is it the spinning, making you dizzy? Yes but it's also the noise, it's too much Aaron What if I told you a story-to drown out the noise? Okay Once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden What's a maiden? What does beautiful mean? Um never mind. Okay there was a very golden light... Ooh, lights! Yes. Now one day this golden light met a purple light... Slightly disturbed by the example and thought of Aaron's sister talking to sailors about sexy tattoos.... He managed to chuckle at the thought. He noticed the boy sitting down, and recalled his mention of traveling together... A few moments had passed before Leonardo interrupted the silence, and Aaron's meditative conversation with his egg. He was staring out into the distance speaking, "I'm traveling by my self right now... I left a place where I grew up, surrounded by ignorant people who didn't understand my nature and abilities...so I set out on my own as a tamer." He paused, looking at his hands and wondering what other abilities would come once he found his egg. "Say, what about your parents, kid?" At this point Leonardo clutched his open palms into fists and drew them at his side and looked over his shoulder and down at Aaron sitting down.{ERM... I hope that all made sense XD I sorta described his gestures and all...let me know if I write anything confusing :x} (lol sexist doesn't mean sexy. It means it discriminates against guys or girls usually-and in this case-girls)...and then the orange light says, 'Oh no you don't girlfriend, then... Huh? "My mother died when I was born. My dad...well he doesn't know about me and Jamie being Tamers. We were kind of afraid to tell him. You see he has a drinking problem, which is your know illegal. So it was easy for Jamie to attain custody of me when she turned 18. We've only been traveling for a couple of weeks. Then the orange light gave the purple light the backhand. The golden light kind of got weirded out so he left... {lol, ohhhhhh!!! u; haha that makes much better sense now. Strict sister AXD seems cool tho, haha} "I see....got any ideas of where you 'n your sister are going?" Leonardo suddenly felt like a drifter himself, traveling alone in search of his egg. But also something else, or perhaps just to have escaped from his past...' At least he's got his sister...' he thought to himself about Aaron.{I'm not sure what to do with Leonardo yet =___= I was sort of hoping he could be invited to travel and tag along for a while, assisting ppl to find their eggs...until he runs across his egg that is attached to a cat's collar XD umm mm... since this is so related to reality, there aren't any monsters or things to protect ppl from :c so IDK what the point of traveling together would be, except to get to know one another and bond, but I had this idea for the RPG maybe... once the eggs are found and every tamer/owner trains with their animal, in order to get a wish from their animal they have to defeat other tamers and earn wins...or something...but that might be more competitive...OR instead, there can be some sacred place with a stone table that has 6 empty sockets where 6 eggs go in...and once they're gathered a wish can be made to some magic creature with wings....that appear once every tamer has found their egg and released their animal...} Eskimo laid back onto the grass, listening to the two have their conversation. She closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze that blew through the forest. Tsukiko?" Mm?" She responded aloud, accidentally. Tsukiko." Mm?!" She responded louder. Tsukiko, listen to me. You need to hurry up. They're going to find me soon. I can't protect myself." What do you mean, they are going to find you? Who is going to find you?!" She sat upright quickly and spoke aloud. He didn't reply. "How am I supposed to work with that?! Ugh." She placed her head in her hands, and sighed heavily." Leonardo." She looked at Leonardo, waiting for him to respond. Leonardo turned his attention to Eskimo who was sitting up right on the ground.... He knelt beside her and asked, "Eskimo, what's wrong?" He had realized that she was speaking aloud, probably in response to her egg that called to her. Furthermore, he noticed the concern in her eyes, and had a feeling to go search for her egg.... Taking her hand that covered her face, he lifted her up to stand... "Shall we go find that egg of yours then?" He spoke with a friendly and supportive tone. He waited for a gesture to confirm. Furthermore, he called to Aaron, "We should probably look for her egg..." his voice reflected the inner distress of seeing Eskimo call out his name before. Furthermore, he thought about Aaron, 'Your sister might get really worried if you come along...and I definitely wouldn't want to get on the wrong side with your sister'{Ah no, poor egg...} "Okay let's go" He hoped Jamie wouldn't be too mad at him for leaving.(Hamm we could center this around LSU's wish to cure her family member, and it could be all like we'll help you!!! Tho our characters don't know that yet-the sick part. It was in Aka's profile. Maybe all our animals have to be together to get a wish because we all have some special bond in our bloodlines that go back to a more peaceful time, and we're bonded because of an oath between six people (friends?) IDK tho the sacred place idea is good too, but i Billy don't like the battle one if we're battling each other. Not because I'm sweetish or anything I just don't get that vibe from this RP, u know. Or we can just do the good ole fashioned we go on a quest and encounter challenges) {lol I wonder if we could somehow incorporate our ideas with aka bane's plot.lol} Determined out of instinct, Leonardo took Eskimo by the hand and nodded to Aaron agreeing to come along, he asked, "Ready Eskimo?" {Go shhh I hope Aaron's sister doesn't beat Leo for dragging her brother along XD} ((Actually, that's not a bad idea. The only thing is, and I really hate to have to spoil this, but there is no creature that can grant the wish. In the end, her father will lose his life to Cancer. However, his last moments will be spent with his daughter, and all of her new friends. And then she will show her father that all the tales he had spoked to her of Creatures are actually true. He will die happily, of course.))" Leonardo, I need you to show me where this church has been destroyed. I think that might be where my Egg is. It is essential that I find him quickly. Please, show me where it is." Her voice was now desperate, as she struggled to stay calm. "He said 'They're going to find me. Please hurry. I can't protect myself.' I don't know what to do, but I have to help him. Furthermore, I have to make it in time. And he said he's buried. Thishasto be where he is it." ---------- ((If not, I can add or remove some parts. Because I want Everyone to enjoy this Role-play. Not just me. So, I can add or remove some things. Any ideas?)) Leonardo recalled his mentioning of the old church that fell apart close by. He figured that what her egg meant by 'they will find me' is the construction workers over by the site. Their job was to clean up the fallen parts and to gather as many supplies that could still be scavenged. "Right." He nodded to Eskimo and Aaron. "The old church isn't far off from here...we should probably run to get there..." 'I have a feeling there must be workers there.... they'll probably find the egg before we do' He thought, as the three began to run in the direction of the fallen church. ------- Not too far off, two fairly large sized construction workers from a nearby town were standing at the site of the old abandoned and broken down church site. One of them said with a gruff tone, "Well... I guess we'd better get started... Find whatever parts can still be reused or sold, I'll start over there" He pointed in a directed of large pile of debris, broken statues and ornaments; probably from inside the church. The other man nodded and picked up several wooden boards and carried the weight over his shoulder, hauling it back to a large vehicle. Moments had passed while the men worked to clear up the area. Just then, as the man dug through a pile of broken wooden boards, he uncovered a shining object glistening just below a stack of broken wreckage. Just as he reached out to grab it, a bright light and glare blinded him for a moment as he held the peculiar vessel in his hand.... "What is this...and egg??" He thought. "Its glowing!... Heh, maybe I can sell it for a good cost at the thrift or black market. I should find out what this thing is first...." he thought aloud, clenching his fist around the shining egg. {Um... I hope that's ok ^ so he's grabbed Eskimo's egg, got blinded by a furious light and the 3 are still on their way XD ...hurry...lol} Why had it happened? The very thing he had hoped against found its way into his life, and to make it worse, his whole position didn't really help out. He would seem to be a sort of stalker or creeper in these eyes... her beautiful eyes at that... But still, he looked wild, and he had to admit sort of deranged up there in the branches. Never began to slowly back off from the girl, expertly navigating his way through the branches and leaves, but even as he edged away, he began to speak. "Please forgive me... I didn't intend to... spy..." The girl continued to stare intently at him with a questioning and demanding look. It was one that seemed to make him feel an odd mixture of nervousness and embarrassment. So then you like this girl? The odd voice appeared in his head without any apparent warning... so then was it his creature within the yet to be found egg? Wait... he finally speaks to him and that's what he decides to speak about? No hints... no clues about the egg's location? Standing around like an absent-minded lunatic isn't going to help you in any way. Yeah... he knew that. Never began to attempt standing up on the branches, and his head broke through the forest of leaves and branches, allowing light to fall upon him through the clearing. He looked at the girl and smiled warmly. "Forgive me once again, but I am Never Death, milady." Jamie was thrown. Living with an alcoholic father in the slums hadn't really shown her the best side of males. But this Never was eloquent and polite. Jamie was shocked. No one had called her milady before. It threw her so much that her regular stranger-paranoia faded away for a moment. And she didn't have a clue of what to say. Settle yourself before you speak. Then smile, and tell him your name Will you stay out of this? However annoyed she was, Jamie found herself relaxing, attempting to smile and saying, "I'm Jamie Esteban. Nice to meet you" Something caught Jamie's eye. Aaron was running with those people he had just met, away somewhere. I am going to kill him "Um that's my brother over there running off with people he's never met, and not that it hasn't been a joy sitting here with you, but I had better go and make sure he doesn't get himself killed" Jamie was about to jump from the tree when she looked back. At the cute Never Death who was about the only guy except her brother who had ever given her any respect. It was the egg in the end, that gave her the strength. Ask him "Um, do you want to come?" So then he was right, the boy really had been her brother. It didn't come to him as a surprise, but something else had. He could remember the girls from the higher class families he belonged to, and they all seemed to be so plastic. Born and bred in the same high-end fashion, all the girl he had known before were carbon copies of one another, preset personalities implanted into different faces. "Jamie..." He repeated the name, letting it linger in the air... almost tasting it. But this girl... she was different from all of them. She had her own unique quality, one of which Never wasn't sure about. He couldn't really tell what exactly it was about the girl, but he was absolutely sure that he liked the girl. But whether it was in a romantic sense that he fancied her was well beyond him. Lies, lies, and more lies. Is that really the way you speak with yourself? Do you honestly believe you can fool yourself with your own lies? ... The creature within the egg was really beginning to get on Never's nerves. Why was it that he only speaks about his supposed love life or relationship with girls? He'd have loved to tell himself that it didn't matter, but he knew that it would be just another one of those lies. But Never was also surprised at how he could speak so casually with this girl... someone so new and refreshing. Steadying himself, Never jumped down to the ground, earning a few cuts and scratches along the way -he'd really have to learn to cope with that-Then looking up to the girl called Jamie he flashed his smile once again and shouted with eagerness, "Well then what are you waiting for? Let's go after your darling brother!" Good job... The egg creature was really getting annoying... Jamie felt something flip in her when Never smiled. Quit being such a girl, she scolded herself. But you are a girl. Be quiet! Never matched her pace, and they ran after the trio. Aaron saw the old church site coming into view. There was a group of workers gathered around a bright light. Uh Oh. "Mm. How fast can you two run? Because, I need to get there quickly, and this," She pointed back at her now extended wings, "Is the fastest way I can get there." She jumped up into the air, and glanced at the two boys. "I'm going to go ahead. I don't know if I'll need help or not, but just be sure to get there in case. I apologize if any of that sounded harsh, I just need to help my Egg." Then she turned around, and took off. Tsukiko, they have found me. Hurry up!" I'm trying! Have they gotten hold of you yet?" She asked quickly. Not yet, but I can tell I've been uncovered-Now they have me! Eskimo!" I'm trying! I'm trying! Furthermore, I'm flying as fast as I can!" And suddenly, she broke through a clearing. She examined the area and saw a total of nine workers. She ignored the fallen church, and looked for a guy holding an egg. There! She shouted in her head. When she heard several sets of footsteps behind her, she knew that Leonardo and Aaron were there. She didn't look back, but instead watched the workers while talking to the pair." Ok, I am going to just run right in there. Well, not really run, I'm going to fly in there. So, do any of you know how to erase minds?" She asked, feeling she already knew the answer. Making his way onto the scene, Leonardo lead Aaron and Eskimo to the fallen chapel. There, he sensed two men. "They're already here...." Leonardo said under his breath. He glanced at Aaron and up to the sky for Eskimo and said, "Your egg should be here..." He said to himself. Furthermore, he pointed in front of him, directing their gaze to where two male silhouettes could be seen digging up the old wreckage. 'There...' "Aaron, stay back!!.." Leonardo shouted from behind as he ran forward. 'I don't want you getting hurt.' 'Specially with your sister... she'll strangle me if she found out I lead you to danger...he, better worry 'bout myself first...' he thought as he approached a figure. 'I've got a better idea.' he thought in response to Eskimo. There were only a few things that could be done... and although he didn't have the ability of mind control or to erase memories, he was confident in his tactic skills. '...where disaster has fallen...' Leonardo thought about the hint again. He quickly spotted a worker grasping a shining object under a pile of rubble...'that must be it' As he approached the man, he spoke "My. Looks like you've found something that doesn't belong to you, but rather my friend... Now would you be so kind as return it?" Leonardo smiled a determined and assertive smile, hoping to not anger the man.... Just then, he sensed 7 other workers within the area...a total of 9. The air was tense and Leonardo hoped the tension would not break into a battle... He hoped that the worker would not be resistant and just hand the egg over... but he shouldn't have expected so much from a mere human, such as the man in front of him, whose greed consumed him. He had a tight grasp on the glowing egg... 'Where are you Eskimo? ...' Leonardo thought, at a time like this. 'It's not safe to come down... I've found your egg' "Hmph, you must think you're some big shot" Grinned the worker. "I got a boys around, they can take care of you..... Just look at this egg.... It's practically glowing and flooding with a price tag.... Who knows, maybe it'll be a lucky find for someone on the black market" He laughed. At this point Leonardo clenched his fists and ran up to the man and threw a swift punch. The man dodged and grabbed the boys arm and flung him over. Leonardo countered with an acrobatic move, and quickly steadied himself back to charge again, his eyes fixed on the glowing egg. The man started throwing punches, "Haha, so that's how you want play it you little punk! Huh?! Haha," Leonardo kept low and made swift moves to dodge the men punches, waiting for the right time to seize the egg.... After a moment the man looked up and saw Eskimo hover above with her materialized wings... "What is that?! Some kind of fairy?? Hah," "Keep your eyes on me" came Leo who threw a kick to the side of the men head, directing a full hit. Leonardo quickly grasped the egg from his hand while finishing his move... Staring at the egg... he thought 'This is Eskimo's...' He smiled gently at the egg. "Don't worry... we'll get you to Eskimo..." he said softly to the egg, before turning to face the man who was rubbing his neck from being kicked. "He, not bad kid." the man remarked. "Well then," Leonardo began, "I'd love to duke it out some more, but I must say my farewells, there is a lady up there waiting for her egg." And with that he smiled a sarcastic smile, tipped his imaginary hat and ran back to Aaron. 'Eskimo....' he thought. 'I hope she won't be mad...' {Ahhhhh...sorry my posts are so long and boring to read T_T....} Jamie ran up to Aaron who was standing with his two new-found friends. "I'm going to kill you" she growled at him, as Never jogged up behind her. Who's your friend?", asked Aaron with a playful smirk. "Shut. Up." "Jamie this is Leonardo and Eskimo, and Eskimo's egg. Leonardo, Eskimo, and named egg, this is my sister Jamie"Sorry for shortness. Need to clean house. ((You think your posts are boring!? Are you crazy?! I love them!! They're so exciting!)) Tsukiko watched as Leonardo walked over to the guy holding her egg. Her eyes narrowed, expecting a fight to break out. As they spoke for a few, she watched intensely. When she saw the first thrown by Leonardo, she flew in towards them. But then she thought for a second. Guys don't like it when people interfere with their fights. Ruins their pride, or something like that. She sighed, and stayed back, but still close enough to jump in should she need to. She watched her egg the entire time, watching as it almost fell twice, ready to pounce in and kill the bastard for taking her egg. When she heard the man ask if she was a fairy, her eyebrow twitched. "I am not a god-damned fairy! If I were a fairy, my wings would look like this!!" Eskimo's wings faded into a human's idea of fairy wings. "I should be considered an angel, you asshole!!" She changed her wings back into the black feather wings she was used to. As Leonardo yelled at him to pay attention to him, she went back to watching her egg. It didn't take long for Leonardo to retrieve her egg, and to beat the man. But she wondered, why weren't the other guys jumping in, trying to help their friend? When Leonardo turned around towards Eskimo, she smiled and flew over to him. She grabbed her egg and examined it. No harm done to him. "Oh, thank you, Leonardo." She threw her arms around him, and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much."((Also, please pardon the language, she's just angry, you know? After this, there won't be much at all, should that be how you all want it.)) Leonardo tried to smile while feeling a bit flustered, "...i-it was nothing" he said modestly. "At least your egg is safe now and with you --where it belongs." He glanced over at Aaron who was talking with a girl who had a similar scent as him... 'that must be his sister' he thought. 'So, that's the one who thinks men are sexist? Or something of that nature... huh, wonder who that guy she is with could be...a friend? Although from what Aaron says, does she even like men?.' At these points, his thoughts became a ramble. 'It doesn't matter...those workers are probably going to come after ---' Leonardo's thoughts were suddenly interrupted after a few seconds of realizing Eskimo had/or was still embracing him while he was in his train of thought. He immediately felt flustered again and added, "I'm sure whatever creature inside is happy its found its owner..." He said while patting his hand on her shoulder. 'I-I've never had a girl come so close to me before. Geez' Leonardo could pick up Eskimo's scent more strongly, which he hadn't paid much attention to earlier. '...what a nice...smell...' he thought '...do all girls...smell this nice?..smell as nice as ...strawberries.' he asked himself ghastly. {don't have to read this, just something extra on his thoughts about his egg} It didn't take himself too long to become distract from his male-wonderment about girls, and reminded of his relationship with his egg. The cold silence between the voice of his egg and himself was something that he was used to in his life. He brushed it aside and began to think to himself: '... I'll find you eventually...whether you speak to me or not, I'll find you...' he thought. 'You won't be much help to me anyhow, what would a useless animal, who won't even speak up, be able to do?' he thought to himself, letting go of his frustration. 'You can probably hear me...but I sure as hell can't hear you....fine, be that way... like I said, I will find you.' Leonardo was confident in his inborn animal instincts that have always been a sharp trait of his personality. Lt;-- XD I type it out, so don't feel like erasing. Just extra...blah "We'd better get moving before the other guys come after us... I get the feeling they'll be wanting your egg..." he said, while looking down at the egg Eskimo held firmly. The hand he placed on her shoulder grew firm. {haha, I don't mind the occasional swearing or language...it seems like it's apart from Eskimo's temperament XD and wow, I just thought of something. Jamie andTsukiko reminds me of Sang and Keynote from Natasha...haha o_O if anyone's ever watched that before ^_____^} Eskimo smiled when he spoke back. Out of curiosity, she sniffed Leonardo's neck light enough to where he won't notice. He smelt nice, kind of like Lavender. It was unique. Especially on a male, but she always loved the scent of Lavender. When he spoke up again, she realized she was still holding him, and let go. "Sorry about that. I was thinking about something." Noticing he probably hadn't heard her, perhaps because he was in thought, she looked down at the egg in her hand. I found you. I finally found you. Well, it's about time! I thought I was going to die!! Suddenly, his voice seemed more child-like." Eh?!" What happened to your voice?! I am a baby, Eskimo. My voice only sounded older because you had yet to find me. Don't ask me how that works, because even I don't know." Right. Well, are you ready to finally tell me your name?" She asked, as determination filled her eyes. Yes, my name is Akihito. It is nice to hear your voice instead of just your thoughts. Tsukiko's eyes softened, and she stared warmly at the egg. "Akihito. I like it. And, I can't really say the same. I can only hear your thoughts. That is, until you hatch." She cupped the egg, keeping it warm. "Take your time, Akihito." When Leonardo suddenly said something, she jumped. "Oh, yeah. You're probably right. Let's get out of here. I'm not risking my Egg." She placed the Egg gently into her front hoodie pocket, and smiled.((You're right! They do seem like them, don't they? That's awesome!)) {haha Kay typos fixed! ^___^ thanks! I tend to make those often... and I added the scent. Went with strawberries. Lol **he can smell like flowers, this time maybe lavenders...until I think of a flower he can smell like} Leonardo glanced at Eskimo who was seen holding her egg, before placing it in her hood pocket. It was a pleasing sight to see them reunited. Leonardo smiled.{should those guys come after us? O__o IDK who would play all those guys and how every want to fight them... lol, if u do just say so...or we can bump into them randomly later in a town or city XD} ((Yes, let's wait to bump into them later. I still want there to be at least two people with their eggs. This way they have a good reason to attack the group. Alright, and Lavender works! I'll edit my previous post. But, I'm assuming we need the others to pitch in before we can continue to post? Anyway, I need to get to bed. It's 1:30 AM. I'll wake up tomorrow and post first thing, if I find myself able to. Goodnight!)) {alright then, 'Night!} The events that transpired happened so quickly that it was as if nothing had happened and the girl -Eskimo was it?- just suddenly had an unusual egg in her hands. It was something that Never had never seen before, and an idea came to his head. Could it have been the egg that contains the creature that is also a part of the master's heart? The new sight excited Never, but he kept himself steady even in his curiosity. Do you think that that's special? Wait till you see my egg! Even as an egg, I am quite a beauty to behold. Never didn't even know anything about the location of the egg! The creature in the egg seemed to be quite egotistical and also selfish. But he supposed that he would have to come and accept it, and it may even have been a different aspect of his own personality, although Never heavily hoped against that idea. Looking back at Jamie's brother, it was painfully obvious that they were siblings. If the young boy were just a little bit older and taller, then they might even have been able to pass as twins. Then he heard the proposal of Eskimo and Leonardo -names known courtesy of Aaron's introductions- and the idea was a comforting one in an odd way. Suddenly, he walked past them, and as he passed the girl Eskimo he whispered, "Congratulations on finding your... heart." Then he smiled and continued ahead. I thought you liked that Jamie girl? What a little playboy you turned out to be. It would really be hard to accept the creature... Anyway, Never walked ahead of the group, and stopped once he was a considerable distance from them. Never was in the midst of a clearing when he turned to them and smiled brightly saying, "Forgive me for the late introductions, but I am Never Death. A tamer... and hopefully your comrade at arms." Jamie felt her heart twinge when Never whispered to Eskimo. What's wrong with me?! You ventured from home and met different kind of people. And whose fault is that? Aaron smiled at how happy Eskimo was. Then he turned to Leonardo, "Are you hurt? You know I really think we should all travel together" "Thank you." She smiled at the boy, whose name she has yet to learn, as he walked past her. "And, Leonardo," Eskimo turned around, facing him, "I owe you." She smiled warmly, and slowly ran her thumb along her egg unconsciously. Tsukiko watched as Jamie and Leonardo fell into conversation. She smiled, hoping she would finally have people to travel with, instead of being alone. Tsukiko, it's really warm in here. Isn't that what an egg is supposed to be in, though? To an extent, but don't keep me bottled in here. I like the cold. Alright, I'm sorry. She drew out her egg and allowed the cold air to envelop the egg. Let me know when you've had enough cold air.((Also, does anyone disagree with it being early Spring, where it's still pretty cold? I forgot to add what time of year it is. And since she's wearing a hoodie, it needs to be colder. Aha...)) {whatever season is fine with me... :)}Leonardo's ears perked up as Never walked past. Although he didn't feel any dislike towards his personal charm, he did however feel an uncontrolled discomfort when he heard him pass a whisper. {must be male instinct, lol maybe eventually it'll get on his never XD IDK yet lol} Leonardo turned away, as if it didn't concern him 'Hmph, its really none of my business...' he thought nonchalantly to himself. He turned his attention to Aaron, who stood by him and replied, "He, I'll be fine" and smiled kindly after Aaron's suggestion. "Sure, why not. I don't mind tagging along" he replied, putting his arms behind his head and looking up toward the sky and seeing his breath form as he exhaled into the chilly air of early spring. 'It would be nice idea...' he thought. '... I'm in no hurry to find you yet...but if I get close, you better call out...' he thought to his egg. He began to wonder if his egg was even listening... What an arrogant creature it must be. 'Hmph, ... I can survive just fine without an egg... who says I need an egg right now anyway... If those guys came at me earlier, I could have easily taken them... an animal would just get in my way...' His thoughts became selfish and stubborn, and Leonardo quickly became displeased with himself. Brushing the silence within him aside, Leonardo turned his gaze to Eskimo and wondered whom the next fortunate person would be to find their egg... The thought of reuniting tamers with their eggs gave Leonardo a warming sense, as he recalled the smile on Eskimo's face upon retrieving her egg.{Lol, reading Never's response was amusing....XD he's such a princely type.LOL playboy? And I like how his egg is egotistical and a 'beauty' as well... if it accurately describes another part of Never's personality, I'll try not to be surprise XD and Aaron is being such a cute little brother figure toward Leo, asking him how he was 'n all after a fight ... boyish charm must be getting to me...Louis} (spring is fine with me too :))Jamie glared at Aaron for suggesting traveling together then after a minute sighed and let go of her stubborn paranoia. "Fine Aaron. Maybe I'm getting soft of something but traveling together actually seems like a good idea. I mean Eskimo found and acquired her egg easily with other Tamers about her. Maybe we all can find ours with each other's help" It was strange, ever since her egg had started talking to her, Jamie felt like she had more common sense. Maybe that was the missing part of her heart. Eskimo listened silently to each of the others babble about whether to travel together. Either which way it went, it would happen for a reason. So, it didn't bother her that much, regardless of the outcome. I think your heart would disagree. About what? Of course, you're a human, you wouldn't be able to tell so quickly. Never mind. Forget it, Eskimo. What? Tell me! He didn't respond after that, so she sighed heavily, and dropped it anyway. She ran a hand through her hair, and closed her eyes. This group of people were... How could he put it... Enjoyable? Nice? Never wasn't sure exactly what it was about these people that made them seem to be such a joy to be around, and he knew deep within that he didn't wish to break away from these new people. Knowing what he wished, Never felt sort of disoriented by the possibility of being left behind. Instantly, his entire nature changed. It was as if he were a different person. He meekly stepped up to the others and coughed slightly to get their attention. With his head tilted slightly downwards Never said, "Well... MMM... I hope that you don't mind me coming along with... you..." You are quite an odd kid you know that? Well... this was a strange world as well. Never ignored the egg and shifted his eyes up towards the other tamers and continued, "I-I just don't want to be left behind and well---" It was sort of hard to word it correctly. "I like being with you people... it's odd but... I just do." He offered a shy smile before the creature began yelling into his mind again. This really doesn't suit you... Maybe the egg creature was right, what exactly had made him act that way? It didn't quite feel right. But then again, Never was always open to new experiences. Right then, he was himself again, and head held at level with theirs he flashed his bright smile again. "That is if you don't mind my company of course" he finished off.{Well, he supposedly comes from a prestigious family, so I think the princely personality suits his story XD} Eskimo blinked at Never sudden outburst and smiled. "Of course you can come. I'd like it if you did." The bigger the group, the easier it is to keep me onto my goal and keep my mind off of my father. And I like each of these people. They all seem so kind. And gentle. Though, maybe, a little stubborn some of them. She smiled a space type of smile. When he heard what Eskimo said, Never was for a moment left dumbstruck. Finally, it sunk in... He was going to go off with those people... Her simple answer had left him unimaginably happy, and it was hard for him to contain that happiness. Yet this time, he didn't feel like holding back. Never losing all restrained immediately hugged Eskimo, laughing and smiling, nothing could ruin the moment for him. He might even have given Eskimo quite a peck, but even he knew that that would be going too far. Never finally stepped away, but there was still a sort of dumb smile plastered on to his face. Looking to all the people around, Never wanted to be able to think of them as his family. Maybe some day... they'd come to accept him too. Finally, he was able to calm himself and smiled his usual calm one and said, "Thank you all so very much... I hope I can help you all find yourselves." Jamie smiled at Never's out burst. She didn't even feel jealous this time, because he just looked so happy. It just made her smile. "So I think that's everyone. Where shall we go, little bro? Aaron smirked at his sister's good change of mood. "Well on our map it says there's a town near here. We could go there and have a little powwow, and figure out where we want to go" Aaron can I have another story? Sure Make it about the lights again. Okay once upon a time... Eskimo blinked when Never hugged her, but she smiled and hugged back. When he pulled back, she looked at his silly smile, and planted one as well. He thanked them. "It's no problem. I want more people to come along this journey." Leonardo watched as everyone became acquainted with one other. He looked away as Never smothered himself with joy next to Eskimo. All the while feeling a bit choked up inside by his affectionate behavior towards her. He missed his chance of pulling the two apart, but figured it was too early to make a commotion, and decided to keep faint feelings from emerging. He looked around and spotted Aaron with his sister. Leo made his way to Aaron and bent forward, looking at the map over Aaron's shoulder, "So that's where you guys are headed?..." After a moments pause in thought, he continued, "I have some business to take care of first, so . I'll catch up with you guys later. Maybe we'll cross paths again in the city." He said with a grin while ruffling Aaron's hair as he started walking off. "See ya then!" He waved with his free arm, while his other rested in his pocket. He tried not to look at Eskimo all the while, and walked away from the group.{soon. I'll have him join u guys again in the next town/city when something happens; like a fight or something... because IDK what to post and dd I'm studying for tests for next week XD so yeah :) I'll come back to read and post again once that's out of the way} ((So, is this Role-play dead?))

L'oeuf à Votre Cœur[Open and Accepting]|rating:3.0

OOC Shit Outta Luck

Am I able to use profanity as a forum title...? If not, I'll change it :x Now RECRUITING!! Anyway, this is heavily derived from Hell gate:London, but is very different at the same time. I kept the post-apocalyptic Demonic cyberpunk style, yet changed most everything else. So, hang on for the ride, Kiddos~! (There will probably be more profanity, but not by much, FYI) INDEX: 0. Index 1. Here there be plot bunnies 2. Strangers are knocking at my door! 3. Obey me! 4. Talk about company.... Quick note: The term "Esper" refers to an individual born capable of using telepathy and similar paranormal mental abilities; it apparently derives from extra-sensory perception ("ESP") via the English occupational suffix, thus being literally "ESP-er" with different capitalization. (Thanks, Wikipedia! ’D) Another note: I will be accepting as many people that join! However, if it gets too chaotic (like, past ten), I will be starting to say no. Lt; So come quick~ The RP is up! Click here; HERE THERE BE PLOTBUNNIES The world is in a state of despair. The mass of the population has died, and virtually no civilians remain. Most who do live in London, which is under the protection of three strong-armed resilient groups; the Samurai, the Asians, and the Stalkers. These three groups tend to work individually to keep the city clean of Demons, though sometimes team up for tackling larger projects. There seems to be a few disputes between them, though no physical confrontation, for none of them wish to break the Treaty. There are three headquarters in London; Fort Churchill is what the Samurai call their HQ. It is located above ground, near the Eastern edge of London, and is barricaded all around with heavy artillery fire and constantly-flaming walls made from cars. Civilians and people of the Samurai faction are allowed inside, however other allies are not. It is rumored that there are several underground passages in and out of the Fort, though the main port of transportation is actually the front door, with which Samurai use armored trucks to get places. The Dungeon is where Asians are located. It is underground, part of a subterranean city that the group has cleared out. There is one section above the center of the Dungeon they have claimed as their own, and is free for Demons to romp about of their own free will. This is called the 'Chamber', for it is where Damian students practice their newly learned art. No one but Demons and the Lamina people themselves know what the Dungeon is like, and is apparently so gruesome they never talk about. The Stalkers stay in places call Bunkers, which is not one fixed location but several, constantly changing shelters. Many of the times they are poor ventilated warehouses, or abandoned apartments. Stalkers don't talk about past Bunkers, or future ones, for they are always on the move, and top-secret locations never meant to be given away, even to other Stalkers. There is a rumor that they have a base HQ, but none have been found by anyone, so the rumor was quick to diffuse. However, there is, and it is in the form of an armored van, which changes location every half hour to every two hours, depending on time of day, weather and Rifts in the area. Demons transport themselves to Earth (particularly London) through what are called Rifts. The only way to close a Rift is to enter one a Rift "Pocket" (the place inside) and destroy the demon (who is normally very large and tough), then make it back out the entry Rift before it closes. If one doesn't, then they are lost inside that Rift Pocket virtually forever. Leaving a Rift open for longer than a day, however, makes the Pocket even larger and therefor harder to locate the Demon which has summoned it. Sometimes, Pockets look like parallel sections to Earth, other times they are depictions straight from Dante's Inferno. Entering a Rift Pocket is extremely dangerous, and the job is only given to those who are professionally qualified to do so. Recently, the leader of the Asians have admitted to knowledge of a Nameless Tome. Inside, it is said, has knowledge of curing and creating Rifts. The Mistress of Lamina tells that the rulers of the Demons currently has it in his claws, and that if we, humans, were able to retrieve it, then we could permanently end the battle with Demons. However, the location of the tome is unknown, and there are no known Demons who are willing to socialize with humans, let alone speak the English language. To find this Nameless Tome, we must begin by finding clues... STRANGERS ARE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR! Samurai The Samurai are honorable swordsmen, who nobly fight along the front lines with technologically advanced close-ranged weapons, headed by the most powerful Shogun. These weapons consist of flaming swords or spears that are enabled to electrocute and enemy or explode upon impact, among many others. Samurai are chosen for their masterful Esper abilities and respectable reputations as people. The Samurai live by a Warrior's Code, and expected to maintain it not only on the battlefield, but through their entire life. The Samurai are never without weapon, and take everything as a serious engagement. Taught to never waste time, Samurai constantly train and stay fit. There are two classes within the Samurai faction, as there is to every faction. Sentinels are the head of the Samurai's mission. They normally use shields and swords, though it is also common to use other traditional weaponry, thriving in close combat with multiple enemies. While not so superb with accuracy, Sentinels certainly make up for it with their brutal strength and their courage on the battlefield. Sentinels normally wear thick armor to protect themselves in battle, often imbued with some sort of magic for an extra boost of armor, strength or stamina. Brawlers, while they aren't nearly as matched to Sentinels in pure strength, can deal much more damage to a single enemy in a shorter amount of time than the Sentinels. Aggressive, Brawlers are a vital part of the Samurai faction by running to the front of the battlefield and causing as much chaos as possible. Straight-out masters with double-handed weapons, the Brawlers use any combination of weapon that suits them, and are often advanced in technology and magic to deal that much more damage. Lamina Asians are able to enter a Demon's head and convince it to fight alongside them, as well as anything else. Also, Asians can summon their own Constructs or invoke the power of the elements. These powerful people are headed by the Mistress of Lamina, who never shows herself above ground and is rumored to be a Demon herself. Those who chose the life of Lamina are normally dark and mysterious, keeping the knowledge of their art to themselves, especially when around Samurai or Stalkers. Every Damian has a natural curiosity to them, and a dark sense of humor. They work close to Demons, studying their dark forms of magic, to aid the effort of demolishing Demon kind. Many who do not choose to become Damian (for there are no requirements to join), think they're crazy, but none underestimate their great furies of power. Convokes are those of the Lamina faction who own the ability to enter a Demon's mind. Once there, they are able to control their thoughts and emotions to their own will. It causes much mental stress upon the young Convoked, leading them ultimately defenseless, but the veteran Convoked is able to own entire armies of Demons with their thought. Not just this, but Convokes are able to gather their own entourage by summoning their own Demons. Once more, the 'entourage' starts out small and weak, but with time a Convoked can bring together an entire army of strong, Hellish Demons to fight for it. Evokes have the power over supernatural fury in the form of all the kinesis attributes. Telekinesis, psychokinesis and cytokinesis are all favorite abilities to the Evokes, though lesser forms of these powers, such as gawkiness have been found useful. Evokes are known to be a bit more headstrong than Convokes, and the newer additions are commonly used for effective backup for the Samurai. As strength comes with time for all the magics, older Evokes are known to be able to hold off Demons all on their own, commonly alternating between guns and their storms of power to stop their enemies. Stalkers are highly-trained survivors who can efficiently slide behind enemy lines and surround the Demons. Cold and calculating, Stalkers use hyper-advanced guns that make them best from long ranges. There is no true information about a leader of the Stalkers, let alone a base, and so it is assumed the Stalkers have no organization to their ranks. Stalkers tend to work in pairs or by themselves, unless invading a Rift Pocket, in which teams up to five, among other faction, are known to occur. Stalkers keep in regular contact via radio, and consist of only the strongest survivors. Many who are not accepted with the Samurai or Lamina come to become a Stalker, and thus some Stalkers have very minute Esper or Demonic power. Rangers are the main class of the Stalkers. As long-ranged specialists, they are known to become adaptable to almost any situation and are skilled in the art of camouflage. All of their lethal skills ensure that the most damage is done possible with as little casualties. Rangers normally own a vehicle of their own, as well as a map of the city and its tunnels, for they are skilled trackers. Ranger weapons normally consist of several guns, including plasma, stun, poison and burn guns. Snipers are a rarity among the Rangers, but always a useful addition, as well as the mortar-user. Rangers have the most skilled eye on the field, as well as a set of iron lungs for long-distance running and stable shooting. With specially crafted armor, Rangers can survive a hit from even the most powerful Evoke at least once. Medics, while they aren't fighter-types, are still a necessary addition to any fighting team. Technologically adept, Medics apply their knowledge in anatomy, theoretically science and practical engineering to build weapons and bring people back from the dead. Medics are perhaps even stealthier than Rangers, for their only firearm is a close-range pistol, yet are able to sneak on and off the battlefield undetected. Medics carry with them portable supplies and machines that are -under the skilled Medic-able to bring someone back from the brink of death. Not only physical menders, Medics are also trained in psychology, and are able to help others over-come traumatic experiences in Rifts and after battles. Medics may seem warm and friendly, but see more gore than the others combined, and often are a bit wacky themselves. OBEY ME o1... Follow Men's ToS and regular boards rules. 02... Play nice, or don't play at all! I have low tolerance to flaming and the such. This is not 4chan. o3... Follow the plot-line, please. If you get confused by it, ask here, or PM me. I know this seems complicated, but I am trying to make it easier for everyone. o4... Know your faction (Samurai, Lamina, Stalker) well, and be able to follow the lines of how they act I put down. I don't want a cheery, bubbly Damian, or a grungy Samurai. It just doesn't work. o5... Post frequently! If you are known for taking several day absences, then don't join. I don't like my RP's going dead just because one person randomly disappeared. o6... Be detailed. I'm rather picky about my RP buddies. I don't like people saying, "He jumped," I like it when they say, "Evan jumped down from the top of the car, narrowly avoiding the on-coming Demon." Because, it gives me not only a mental image of what 'Evan's doing, but how to react to his jumping. o7... Profanity is allowed, though only in mild doses. Please, edit if your character and his/her significant other plan on doing any sexual. o8. Please post your profile here, in the IOC thread, and completely fill out the sections. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask! o9... Have fun! This is, after all, just a game. Character profile; Code: Username: Name: Age: Faction: (Samurai, Lamina, Stalker) Class: (Sentinel, Brawler/Convoked, Evoke/Ranger, Medic) Gender: Description: (No pictures!) Personality: History: Weapon: Abilities: (Abilities are your spells/skills, natural and learned.) [center]TALK ABOUT COMPANY... (This is where I post everyone's profiles for quick viewing) Username: Cows Go Moo Name: Amilia Age: 26 Faction: Lamina Class: Evoke Gender: Female Description: Amilia has a short, slender body at 5'4" in height and around 110 pounds in weight. She has short of a salt and pepper color hair, having varying locks of black and white. Her hair is cut into various lengths, the longest reaching barely below her shoulder. Her skin is slightly tanned, with a few scars from hard battles. She wears denim jeans, a normally long sleeved shirt covered by a leather jacket. She wears dark green wire frame glasses for her near giftedness. Personality: Amilia is sometimes indescribable. She can be either the last person you want to see or the one you really need consultation from. She isn't always a good listener, usually zoning out if someone needs to say a lot. Furthermore, she can sometimes be a sarcastic or just a bad joker if the situation finds herself to be. Furthermore, she is also lazy, wanting to kill demons with her weapon than practice using her powers. Furthermore, she can also be headstrong if the situation gets tense enough, but tries not to lose her composure. Furthermore, she is sometimes curious about other classes and factions, wanting to know how they work despite trying not to reveal anything about herself. History: Amilia has been training in the kinesis abilities ever since she could read and write. She was always affiliated with trying to get something to burn.or just explode by staring at it. Of course her parents knew what this meant. They were both willing to train her alongside a young Damian boy named Carl. They were friends as well, always trying to outdo each other playfully. Furthermore, they spent a good ten years before things became a bit muddled. Carl started having bouts of anger, when he would just start smashing things (and Amilia if she was his trigger). It turned out that Carl had a little anger management problems. Amilia of course had to stop this and did sufficiently, but one night the two were playing cards with some other Asians when Carl lost his temper for losing at strip poker. He had flipped over the table and almost landed a swipe at Amilia, but she burned his hand before he could do so, and they got into a fight that the other Asians had to break up. After that night, they never spoke to each other. Carl because he hated how he went ballistic and seemed to have broken their friendship and Amilia because Carl wasn't talking and for not being able to stop him in the first place. Weapon: A Glock 17 pistol Abilities: As of this day, Amilia has learned to use telekinesis, cytokinesis, and electrokinetic Username: Leona of the Zodiac Name: Leona Deena Age: 27 Faction: Stalker Class: Ranger Gender: Female Description: Leona, or Nona as she is known, stands about 5'7". She has lightly tanned skin, and golden colored eyes. She keeps her long brown hair loose over her shoulders, but it is marred by a single white streak that runs across it. There is also a heavy scar that runs across one eye, and crosses into her headgear. She wears the typical armor of course, and is rarely seen without it considering how many times the girl is sent upon missions! However, those times she is not on missions she tends to favor multiple layers thrown into a haphazard fashion, and always tall boots that lace up. Personality: Hyperactive and cheerful to a fault really, despite all that she has seen. At least, when not on a mission. If she is on a mission, she can be serious to an almost scary side, actually. She is good with advice, but not with tactics. But, one almost always sees her with a smile. History: Leona actually started her life out as a samurai, and that was where she met her husband, Ramses Deena. She proved an effective Brawler, specializing in electrocuting claws, speed, and agility. She believed highly in the Code, and her teammates. That was until Ramses ended up being felled in battle. She was of course, expected to move forward and strive onwards without grief, unwavering. Finding herself disenchanted with the samurai in general, and without Ramses to counteract her nature, she didn't last much longer there. However, she also knew that she wished to continue to fight, continue to help others. As such, she was accepted quickly into the Stalkers and proved a valuable asset. She tends to prefer solo missions, but every now, and then she will take on a group project to help close a rift. Weapon: Considering her missions, she carries a wide variety in her vehicle. However, on her person she still carries those claws just in case. She has adapted however to long range weaponry and has proven to have a good eye. She has a better nose and is great at tracking, however. Abilities: Agility, keen eye and nose, proficiency with long ranged weapons, added stamina due to samurai beginnings. Magic wise, she relies on her weapons really, and cannot cure. Username: Half Name: Hero Carbon Age: 19 Faction: Stalker Class: Medic Gender: Female Description: Hero is a tall girl, around 5' 8", with shoulder-length pale blond hair. Her hair is normally kept back in normal barrettes or a hairband, to keep it from her narrow face. The young Stalker has dark brown eyes, that are slightly slanted, and filled with emotion. Her body is generally flat, and normally clothed in white or gray, with dark armor over. Hero carries a backpack and messenger bag filled with all her supplies, as well as her burn pistol at her hip. Hero normally wears running shoes, as opposed to the custom boot, for she prefers to move fast rather than sturdily. Personality: Hero is quite shy, only speaking when spoken to, or when she has a feeling she should. The girl likes to stand in view of doors or windows, for she is nervous and always keeps an escape route in mind. The Stalker is quiet in all her movements, not only speech, but very articulate when she does talk. One of a strong, and quick mind, Hero can pick things up with surprising ease. Hero is superb with following orders, and while it may not seem that she thinks for herself, is quite headstrong inwardly. Someone fluent in Greek mythology, Hero often refers to it during her rare times of speech, as well as her love for Latin phrases. History: Hero's father was a Samurai, and raised her to become one as well. He expected her to become a good Sentinel, for her Esper ability of reading auras shone through particularly well on the battlefield. Though, when it was revealed she was skilled in the art of healing, he sent her away to become a Stalker. During the years of trying to train to become a Medic, Hero often found herself in periling situations that called for the girl's own wit, rather than the teaching of her father. He, however, ruled most of her important decisions off the battlefield, and Hero found a course of life being planned for her. The girl had no room to object, being brought up to never question one's superior, and found trying to fight from the inside to mentally straining. Still a Medic-in-Training, Hero has almost completed the process by now being released into the field as a tag-along to another, random Stalker. Her appointed Ranger is Leona deBanza, and Hero's first mission is to locate her. While nervous, Hero has promised to appoint all her strong will and determined nature into finding this elusive Ranger, to complete her twelve-year-long training. Finally being free of her father's reign, Hero is unsure what else to do but follow her recent orders. Weapon: "Burn" pistol. Abilities: Seeing "aura's", stealth and speed, modern and ancient medical knowledge, engineering, sharpshooter, psychology. Username: Half Name: Mistress Arena Abandon of Lamina Age: 40 Faction: Lamina Class: Convoked Gender: Female Description: The Mistress of Lamina, as she is known, never reveals her face to even her followers. She wears a long, black cloak with midnight blue Demonic text along it. The most people have seen of her is her right hand, which is studded with small, bone-like protrusions coming from her skin. They strongly resemble tiny horns. Along her fingers and wrist are tattoos in the same language that is on her cloak. Beads of green and gold are wrapped around her wrist several times, gold charms hanging off them. Sometimes, from under the hood of the cloak, people see a flash of red where her eyes are supposed to be, though others have claimed her eyes are yellow. Personality: The Mistress has no sense of humor, taking it with a sort of disconcerting silence. She does not enjoy people who are upbeat, finding them annoying and wasteful of energy. Mistress Arena, through all her seriousness, still worries about her followers of Lamina. She protects them fiercely, with a wrath that does not forget. Easily offended, the Mistress keeps a mental sort of Black List, often going out of her way to put those she does not like into bad fortune. Those on her White List, however, she considers her sort of "children," often protecting them with all of her power. History: Arena was there when the Demons came into their world. Fascinated by their source of power, she studied it and, being a natural adept to the Convoked status, began to use it. However, Arena fell too far into the depths of a Demon once, finding it hard to travel back out. When she did, her body had several physical alterations to it, hiding away underground and founding the Lamina then. Recruiting a strong Evoke, they made the two classes, teaching people who wandered to the Dungeon. Eventually, their ranks grew strong enough to take on Demons, carrying the name Lamina to the surface and with it, power. Arena, during her entire time underground, never lost any of her power. She practiced her lengthy Convoked powers, sometimes sneaking to the surface to close a Rift with her second-in-command, the legendary Evoke Madison. Or, a Demon would be brought down for Arena to mentally torture. Through all her years, Arena had learned that the best way for preparing to fight Demons is to inflict almost fatal pain upon her followers. While many can give physical pain, Arena has learned how to enter the mind of her Children (followers), to test their mental strength. Weapon: Her mind. Abilities: Telepathy, psychokinesis, summoning. [center] ((Fixed (:))Username: Cows Go Moo Name: Amilia Age: 26 Faction: Lamina Class: Evoke Gender: Female Description: Amilia has a short, slender body at 5'4" in height and around 110 pounds in weight. She has short of a salt and pepper color hair, having varying locks of black and white. Her hair is cut into various lengths, the longest reaching barely below her shoulder. Her skin is slightly tanned, with a few scars from hard battles. She wears denim jeans, a normally long sleeved shirt covered by a leather jacket. She wears dark green wire frame glasses for her near giftedness. Personality: Amilia is sometimes indescribable. She can be either the last person you want to see or the one you really need consultation from. She isn't always a good listener, usually zoning out if someone needs to say a lot. Furthermore, she can sometimes be a sarcastic or just a bad joker if the situation finds herself to be. Furthermore, she is also lazy, wanting to kill demons with her weapon than practice using her powers. Furthermore, she can also be headstrong if the situation gets tense enough, but tries not to lose her composure. Furthermore, she is sometimes curious about other classes and factions, wanting to know how they work despite trying not to reveal anything about herself. History: Amilia has been training in the kinesis abilities ever since she could read and write. She was always affiliated with trying to get something to burn.or just explode by staring at it. Of course her parents knew what this meant. They were both willing to train her alongside a young Damian boy named Carl. They were friends as well, always trying to outdo each other playfully. Furthermore, they spent a good ten years before things became a bit muddled. Carl started having bouts of anger, when he would just start smashing things (and Amilia if she was his trigger). It turned out that Carl had a little anger management problems. Amilia of course had to stop this and did sufficiently, but one night the two were playing cards with some other Asians when Carl lost his temper for losing at strip poker. He had flipped over the table and almost landed a swipe at Amilia, but she burned his hand before he could do so, and they got into a fight that the other Asians had to break up. After that night, they never spoke to each other. Carl because he hated how he went ballistic and seemed to have broken their friendship and Amilia because Carl wasn't talking and for not being able to stop him in the first place. Weapon: A Glock 17 pistol Abilities: As of this day, Amilia has learned to use telekinesis, cytokinesis, and electrokinetic ((Do you mean anything specific with spells or just something general? Oh, and I'm kind of wondering if there were other types of powers for Evokes than the ones you mentioned. If not I'll edit my post)) I see a problem with your history. Could you possibly have Carl not be a Demon? It would be much more likely for a Demon to die before he would be accepted to life alongside society, especially if said Demon lost control of his anger easily. They work closely with Demonic powers, not Demons themselves. Also, yes, Evokes work with more than just the powers listed. I was only trying to give the reader some ideas. It could be either, depending on how the person reads the profile. Other than that, I see nothing wrong. Edit, and I'll add you to the list. Ah, okay. I see what you mean. I'll go edit it now. Name: Leona Deena Age: 27 Faction: Stalker Class: Ranger Gender: Female Description: Leona, or Nona as she is known, stands about 5'7". She has lightly tanned skin, and golden colored eyes. She keeps her long brown hair loose over her shoulders, but it is marred by a single white streak that runs across it. There is also a heavy scar that runs across one eye, and crosses into her headgear. She wears the typical armor of course, and is rarely seen without it considering how many times the girl is sent upon missions! However, those times she is not on missions she tends to favor multiple layers thrown into a haphazard fashion, and always tall boots that lace up. Personality: Hyperactive and cheerful to a fault really, despite all that she has seen. At least, when not on a mission. If she is on a mission, she can be serious to an almost scary side, actually. She is good with advice, but not with tactics. But, one almost always sees her with a smile. History: Leona actually started her life out as a samurai, and that was where she met her husband, Ramses Deena. She proved an effective Brawler, specializing in electrocuting claws, speed, and agility. She believed highly in the Code, and her teammates. That was until Ramses ended up being felled in battle. She was of course, expected to move forward and strive onwards without grief, unwavering. Finding herself disenchanted with the samurai in general, and without Ramses to counteract her nature, she didn't last much longer there. However, she also knew that she wished to continue to fight, continue to help others. As such, she was accepted quickly into the Stalkers and proved a valuable asset. She tends to prefer solo missions, but every now, and then she will take on a group project to help close a rift. Weapon: Considering her missions, she carries a wide variety in her vehicle. However, on her person she still carries those claws just in case. She has adapted however to long range weaponry and has proven to have a good eye. She has a better nose and is great at tracking, however. Abilities: Agility, keen eye and nose, proficiency with long ranged weapons, added stamina due to samurai beginnings. Magic wise, she relies on her weapons really, and cannot cure. Accepted, and both of you are now on the profile list!. Username: Half Name: Hero Carbon Age: 19 Faction: Stalker Class: Medic Gender: Female Description: Hero is a tall girl, around 5' 8", with shoulder-length pale blond hair. Her hair is normally kept back in normal barrettes or a hairband, to keep it from her narrow face. The young Stalker has dark brown eyes, that are slightly slanted, and filled with emotion. Her body is generally flat, and normally clothed in white or gray, with dark armor over. Hero carries a backpack and messenger bag filled with all her supplies, as well as her burn pistol at her hip. Hero normally wears running shoes, as opposed to the custom boot, for she prefers to move fast rather than sturdily. Personality: Hero is quite shy, only speaking when spoken to, or when she has a feeling she should. The girl likes to stand in view of doors or windows, for she is nervous and always keeps an escape route in mind. The Stalker is quiet in all her movements, not only speech, but very articulate when she does talk. One of a strong, and quick mind, Hero can pick things up with surprising ease. Hero is superb with following orders, and while it may not seem that she thinks for herself, is quite headstrong inwardly. Someone fluent in Greek mythology, Hero often refers to it during her rare times of speech, as well as her love for Latin phrases. History: Hero's father was a Samurai, and raised her to become one as well. He expected her to become a good Sentinel, for her Esper ability of reading auras shone through particularly well on the battlefield. Though, when it was revealed she was skilled in the art of healing, he sent her away to become a Stalker. During the years of trying to train to become a Medic, Hero often found herself in periling situations that called for the girl's own wit, rather than the teaching of her father. He, however, ruled most of her important decisions off the battlefield, and Hero found a course of life being planned for her. The girl had no room to object, being brought up to never question one's superior, and found trying to fight from the inside to mentally straining. Still a Medic-in-Training, Hero has almost completed the process by now being released into the field as a tag-along to another, random Stalker. Her appointed Ranger is Leona deBanza, and Hero's first mission is to locate her. While nervous, Hero has promised to appoint all her strong will and determined nature into finding this elusive Ranger, to complete her twelve-year-long training. Finally being free of her father's reign, Hero is unsure what else to do but follow her recent orders. Weapon: "Burn" pistol. Abilities: Seeing "aura's", stealth and speed, modern and ancient medical knowledge, engineering, sharpshooter, psychology. Yay! 3 And AAAAA, Hero's so darn cute! Poor girls going to have some fun I think. Good to have Cows Go Moo around too, this should be fun! I'm thinking about starting the actual RP, so people can join while they go along... And if they don't, we can have fun with just the three of us. XD How's that sound? Haha, I'm up for starting it :P. Sounds good to me! 3 hath started. And remember all; Hell hath no fury. I should have known you would start it tonight. Teepee, two role-plays at once, THIS should keep me pretty darn active :D *Goes to check it out* Username: Half Name: Mistress Arena Abandon of Lamina Age: 40 Faction: Lamina Class: Convoked Gender: Female Description: The Mistress of Lamina, as she is known, never reveals her face to even her followers. She wears a long, black cloak with midnight blue Demonic text along it. The most people have seen of her is her right hand, which is studded with small, bone-like protrusions coming from her skin. They strongly resemble tiny horns. Along her fingers and wrist are tattoos in the same language that is on her cloak. Beads of green and gold are wrapped around her wrist several times, gold charms hanging off them. Sometimes, from under the hood of the cloak, people see a flash of red where her eyes are supposed to be, though others have claimed her eyes are yellow. Personality: The Mistress has no sense of humor, taking it with a sort of disconcerting silence. She does not enjoy people who are upbeat, finding them annoying and wasteful of energy. Mistress Arena, through all her seriousness, still worries about her followers of Lamina. She protects them fiercely, with a wrath that does not forget. Easily offended, the Mistress keeps a mental sort of Black List, often going out of her way to put those she does not like into bad fortune. Those on her White List, however, she considers her sort of "children," often protecting them with all of her power. History: Arena was there when the Demons came into their world. Fascinated by their source of power, she studied it and, being a natural adept to the Convoked status, began to use it. However, Arena fell too far into the depths of a Demon once, finding it hard to travel back out. When she did, her body had several physical alterations to it, hiding away underground and founding the Lamina then. Recruiting a strong Evoke, they made the two classes, teaching people who wandered to the Dungeon. Eventually, their ranks grew strong enough to take on Demons, carrying the name Lamina to the surface and with it, power. Arena, during her entire time underground, never lost any of her power. She practiced her lengthy Convoked powers, sometimes sneaking to the surface to close a Rift with her second-in-command, the legendary Evoke Madison. Or, a Demon would be brought down for Arena to mentally torture. Through all her years, Arena had learned that the best way for preparing to fight Demons is to inflict almost fatal pain upon her followers. While many can give physical pain, Arena has learned how to enter the mind of her Children (followers), to test their mental strength. Weapon: Her mind. Abilities: Telepathy, psychokinesis, summoning. Alrighty, loops, forgot to make this before posting but uhm yes! Here we go... Username: Leona of the Zodiac Name: Shogun Ancestral "Alan" Cummings Age: 35 Faction: Samurai Class: Sentinel Gender: Male Description: Alan stands a pretty good height of 6'3", with a pretty sturdy build as well. That build however is surprisingly agile. He wears armor that is blue and silver, and covers a great deal of him. That it doesn't cover however, reveals he has a tanned complexion, with quite a few scars. He has light blue, intensely focused eyes, and shortly cropped blond hair. Personality: He is the sort of man, who like his followers and class, doesn't waste a moment of his time. Be it teaching new recruits, training himself, pulling others from trouble, or lecturing about the importance of the code, he is ALWAYS busy. He believes to not put time into oneself or others is waiting it. He is a very honorable man, and would rather slit his own belly than commit an act of dishonor. Furthermore, he believes strongly in looking out for others, and staying loyal to those who serve him. Furthermore, he also has a robust sense of humor, that sneaks its way into conversation at the strangest moments. Furthermore, he is the sort many look up to, a grizzled veteran, but also a man with the greatest of honor. History: Alan is certainly not the first Shogun, that is for certain. But he was one of the strongest members, showing a personality many could agree with easily, and a set of morals none could question. His skills were top-notch as well, although when he first started he really did not have a desire to lead, just to help. He proved to be pivotal in many important missions, helping to close more rifts than anyone but the Shogun. So when the Shogun of the time was killed in battle, it was very clear who the next one would be. He strives hard to uphold the position and give younger people someone to look up to. While he has a distrust of the Asians and Stalkers for their questionable methods he will ally with them in times of great need. He believes, however, in helping anyone, no matter their rank or station. He likes to take control of situations, wasting no time at all. When it comes to followers lost, he believes that one should fight on under the fallen's name. He sees all of his followers in high regards, and strives to keep them happy, trained, and well. It is painful when he looses a follower, especially to another group, and at times he has been known to seek out such members and try to get them back on the 'honorable' path. Weapon: Fire charged blade, lightning charged shield Abilities: His Esper abilities revolve around three things. One is upping his general stats, like speed, agility, and stamina. The second two is offensive, and involves lightning and fire. When paired with his weapons, it comes in really handy to say the least. That should do it! Er... I have questions to ask later to fill this up with a bit more, but freehand, this was the best I could come up with. 3

OOC Shit Outta Luck|rating:3.0

Stranded at Sea (stormsfury and Steve O)

Everything had gone along nicely until about an hour ago, Clarissa was headed toward a chain of lesser explored islands in search of material for her latest portfolio. It made sense for her to be where she loved the freedom of just floating along on the currents of life, no stress of deadlines, no ringing phones, and no one bothering her for whatever they thought needed her attention. All the bustle of a New York life was precisely why she'd chosen to come to the islands alone, without a soul and without a phone. Here the only sounds were the occasional bird overhead, the gentle lapping of waves, and the overall serenity of the tropics. Here she could be relaxed and let the tides carry her stresses away. She often threatened her agent with just chucking it all to the wind and running off into obscurity, and being here made that less of a joking threat...the temptation was tangible and real. At least it had been until the engine of the boat started sputtering and just quit. It was a clear sign she was out of fuel, which initially hadn't been a problem, she had after all gotten the extra cans filled for just such an emergency. At least she thought she had, was certain she had, but as she looked down at them now, they were bone dry. Clarissa sat over the hold which held all her extra gear and sighed rather loudly, not that it mattered, there was no one about to hear her. She was still many miles away from even the closest island, and she couldn't take a chance on drifting toward one. Those islands were uninhabited and there wouldn't be any help for her there, so she'd dropped anchor and waited. The boat had a radio, but wouldn't you know that it didn't work either. Really, she was better about checking these things for herself, but she'd been relying on the gentleman at the harbor to see to the needs of her boat for years. Henry was out, it seemed, but the young man who had replaced him assured her that he would take care of things such as Henry never had. She wasn't normally so foolish, and she was regretting it now. The Coast Guard should come through here, but when and where exactly she couldn't remember. The shapely brunette climbed down into the hold and retrieved her emergency kit and flare gun, and positioned herself to see if someone was coming along so that she could fire a flare for rescue. The only problem with that was pirates in this area, drug runners mostly, and you might not know who you were flagging down until it was too late. She sat there for how many hours she'd lost count of, waiting, watching, hoping, before her stomach finally won out, and she headed down into the galley to fix herself something to eat. It didn't take her long, and she ate at the stern of the boat where at least she could get a view of an approaching craft, and munched on a small meal of a sandwich and some chips. Conserving food would be a priority, but not so much as water, that was going to be precious if a craft didn't happen along soon. It was starting to get dark, and she figured that would be to her advantage since most craft operated with running lights. Power would also have to be something she was careful of since she wasn't running the engine, and she didn't want to drain the battery in the event someone did come along. She pondered what she could do to try and fix the radio tomorrow when she could see, and didn't realize that she'd fallen asleep. (Gerard crossed one foot over the other on top of the desk that occupied his spacious office, swirling the ice and scotch in his highball around just enough to give the exact impression that he was everything he looked like: an eccentric multimillionaire, possibly even a villain involved in multiple illicit activities. Many the pirates in these waters were, in fact, operating within his sphere of influence. That sphere had a large enough radius to include interests in New York, and enough particularity to pinpoint the exact location where Clarissa had rented her boat on numerous prior occasions. That there was a tracking device on her boat, and that the gas cans had not been filled, were both by Gerard's design. He had other plans for the girl; a vacation and an escape, indeed, but not perhaps as relaxing as she might have imagined. There was, as there always is with artistic types, something in the girl's vision and work that initially captured Gerard Addison's eye. It was odd to find someone whose natural sense of sensuality was so apparent in their work, especially when that work was framing the scenes that nature offered. The reason that Gerard had set his sights on this particular small island was because one of Clarissa's most successful nature shoots had featured it. Since then, he had built a small compound, wrapped underneath the island's natural beauty, the envy of the criminals and beauties and even celebrities that he entertained at times. Gerard lived the life of a playboy, and as he swirled a large sip of that scotch around in his mouth he came to the final conclusion. He had the influence and the accouterments of the rich elite, but he lacked the signature feature: a girl to call his own. He did not mean a date, or a wife. Furthermore, he meant a prize. All Gerard had seen of Clarissa at those New York shindigs they'd spent in each other's distant presence was enough to convince him that she could be the perfect prize: an unadulterated beauty with a wistful stare, an eye for detail. He saw her in his mind's eye serving, learning...becoming his. And at this moment he saw the GPS signal from her boat delivering him nearer to his waters than even he had thought. He pressed a button, spoke through his intercom phone. "Bring her."(small, fast boat approached. It was the sort that men bought for pleasure, the equivalent of a sports car at sea. Two men stood on the bow, both looking a little too dapper for pirates. They did not look particularly threatening as they pulled alongside. "Miss, any particular reason you're out here in the water?" Two men, two henchmen of Gerard's, possibly more intelligent minds he had chosen to surround himself with. "You can get a ride back to the mainland with us; we might even have a place for you to stay." He'd instructed them to try the simple, honest approach; she had little choice anyway, didn't she? Something woke her, what it was she wasn't certain, but she sat up and craned her neck this way and that to get a good look around. Then she sighed. Still stranded for the moment, and it was much darker than it had been before. How late it was, who knew, Clarissa's watch was in her camera bag and keeping track of time wasn't on her high priority list for this trip. True, she was scoping out some of the other islands for shots of both scenery and wildlife, the latter would net her big bucks if Nat Geo entertained her portfolio. For the moment, that wasn't even important, getting fuel was, or at least getting somewhere to get fuel. The boat was much too large to row in any fashion, Clarissa worked out, but it would take a comic book hero to get this thing moving. All she could do now was be alert and pay attention for any signs of another boat nearby. At this time of night it wasn't likely, but she couldn't give up, no she wouldn't give up. The brunette stood up and walked the length of the aft deck and scanned the dark. Even with the thought of being lost at sea, Clarissa could see the beauty in the night, well not see so much as hear it at the moment. The sound of the waves slapping gently against the hull had always been relaxing, but at night there was something sensual, almost sexual about the wet, stinging sound in her ears. It made her smile a little. This, sadly, wasn't a scene she could capture on her camera, it was purely for the senses to enjoy. She closed her eyes and just listened, sight wasn't doing her a great deal of good anyway. She couldn't say how long she stood there, until she heard a noise, distant at first but rapidly growing closer. Clarissa scrambled back to the stern and pulled out the flare gun, raising it over her head and firing it into the night sky. That boat could be anyone, but she had to take a chance or not risk seeing another vessel for days or longer. These islands were uninhabited, so for now the best she could hope for was a local on their way somewhere or a research vessel on its way back to base camp. From the sounds of the engine, it was either locals or pirates, and she prayed for the first. Her fingers closed over the grip of the flare gun, it could be a weapon all its own if need be, and if it came to it, she would take the bastards with her as best she could. She flipped on the deck lights, no sense in not seeing who was coming at her, and stood at the stern so that the driver could clearly see there was someone in the boat. Much to her relief, it did appear to be either locals or tourists in a very expensive speed boat; pirates would trade looks for speed to throw off the authorities. At his question she gave a dry laugh, "Yeah, I trusted someone new to handle my boat. That'll be the last time I hire him, he left me short on fuel it seems, and I've run out." Before she could ask for assistance the two unassuming men asked her first. "Um, that would be great actually, let me just lock up the boat and grab my camera equipment." They didn't seem to mind, so she grabbed her keys and her bags of gear and headed out. "Thank you so much, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this." She handed them the gear and was pleased to see how careful they were with her equipment. She even thanked the taller man as he helped her into the boat with a warm smile, the one Gerard liked so much for its honesty and allure, "I really appreciate this." Gerard had a feeling in his chest that he had not felt in a very long time, a schoolboy's flutter, the sort of thing a man felt when he asked a woman for a date, or a kiss. It was an oddly innocent feeling for the far-from-innocent man, but as he moved out to his balcony beneath that canopy of trees, he began to mull over his plan. Surely she would realize that this situation was more than she'd bargained for as soon as his men brought her up the inlet and into his private dock, the compound beneath the cover of the trees so that it was hard to find via satellite or flyover. He could pass himself off as an eccentric, surely; she would know the name perhaps, and possibly even know the face from a few passing meetings at some art functions, gallery openings, and the like. As the minutes passed, he descended the stairways and hallways of his home to his dock. A scant quarter-hour was needed to bring the girl firmly into his clutches, and it would remain to be seen how difficult or how skeptical she would be about what might seem a very odd coincidence. The men would make evasive answers to any questions she asked, as they had been ordered, and simply bring her in. As the boat passed up the inlet, he became visible in his casual gray suit, the perfect attire for a millionaire vacationing in his secret getaway. He would approach the boat and help his men tie it to the dock, and then even go so far as boarding, finding his way rather quickly to where Clarissa was. Gerard was fortunately quite practiced in the art of feigning a reaction, so the lilt of surprise in his voice could only have sounded fabricated to a keen student of human nature who had spent a great deal of time around the man. He feigned a suave demeanor, which was fortunately his natural way of speaking. He approached from behind where she was standing with her gear. "I thought that the entire point of owning your own island was to be able to getaway from New York people...but I have to say this is a strange surprise. Clarissa, isn't it?" Of course, it was Clarissa. This might be the closest he'd been to her in months, and she was everything he remembered. Other men considered her beautiful, surely, and desirable because of her interesting career. Gerard considered her perfect, admired the curve of her neck and the can't of her hips, knew the color of her lips and the roundness of her shoulders. And here she was, at his mercy; it would almost be a shame to have to reveal his full intentions, to bring tears to those eyes and a gasp to that throat. In the end in Gerard's twisted fantasy, she was his by the end, fully. He had never met anyone who did not eventually learn to respect his authority, or his charm. So for now, he moved to help her carry her things off onto his dock and up the simple concrete walkway. It must have cost a fortune to do this construction out here, but perfection was worth the high price for Gerard. "I can't believe that the person stranded off my coast was you, but welcome to my island getaway." A smile crossed his lips as he left the gear behind for his men to carry. "They'll get that. Will you come inside?" True to her nature, Clarissa wasn't all that keen to make small talk, her eyes went to the island's docks as they approached. So the island wasn't uninhabited any longer, one hand it was a shame that the beauty of the island had been marred by the presence of a human dwelling. On the other hand, it was surely a good stroke of luck for her that someone had decided to live here, otherwise she would still be floating adrift like flotsam on the tides. She couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the lights against the Eton backdrop of night, and almost reached for her camera. The owner might not take kindly to her photographing his home, so she left the bag to sit as they pulled up to the dock. A man in a gray suit appeared out of the gap in the lights and helped the boaters to moor the small craft to the pilings. Again, she offered a demure smile as one of the men reached out a hand to help her from the boat. The voice in her ear gave her a small start, as her eyes were on the lights of the compound, and she turned to face him. He was close to her, enough so that she felt his breath on her face, and for a moment the hair on the back of her neck stood up in silent warning. It wasn't warning enough as she relaxed at his words, "Yeah, I'm Clarissa." She studied his face for a moment as familiarity dawned on her, "You're.... Gerard? I think we met briefly at Terrance's last gala." Her smile opened up a little more, "Sorry for barging in on you like this." A soft laugh escaped her full lips, "I know what you mean, I came here to get away myself. Ahh, New York, it's a love hate relationship at best for me." She nodded of his offer to go inside out of the damp night air and turned to the men, "Thank you. Again." Her attention returned to her host, a handsome man she had to admit, "You must've bought this island recently, I was out here a few years ago and there wasn't anyone living here." Her eyes combed over the place, this man was filthy rich by the decor alone, but buying an entire island.... Clarissa couldn't imagine having that kind of disposable income. She did appreciate that his building seemed to contour to the island rather than making the island contour to it, it was certainly a fact she could appreciate. Gerard certainly had to keep the entire story of his choice to purchase this island a very guarded secret, at least until he could reveal his intentions and his obsession more fully. He simply watched as Clarissa pondered and let her artist's eye wander through the sights." Actually yes, we did meet at Terrance's I believe. It was a long month, so it's hard for me to remember which exact party it was at." It was hard for him to remember exactly, because for much longer than that he had planted his eye and his lust firmly on the girl. She was the kind of person that the society folks liked to have around; they fancied her a beautiful Bohemian type with amazing stories to share. Gerard knew this because he had asked plenty of people what they knew about her. "I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I haven't ruined the island. In fact, I hired green architects and looked and looked at designs that would keep the island safe, for my use but also for its natural beauty. I wouldn't dream of destroying something beautiful for my own personal benefit. Unlocking its potential, on the other hand... I might certainly try that." He sounded like a visionary, but really he was nothing more than a man of desire and passion who had happened to step off the deep end when he realized that there was more to benefit from in the illicit world than the licit. Always winning had given him a big head, and he was not remotely inclined to deny himself something he wanted. "I did buy it recently. It's been about two years now; the local government had a debt crisis and was looking to offload a little land to some wealthy celebrity. They found me instead, but I made a good offer. Ever since I saw your pictorial of the place I thought it was something like the perfect getaway. Heaven on earth, really." He pushed the door to his compound open, let her pass in front of him into a very nicely appointed living room. "But I'm surprised I'm still talking about me. What had you drifting out there?" He realized he should have seemed more curious initially. Hopefully she'd miss that because of the dreamlike nature of this day. "And, can I offer you anything to drink? Eat? Wear?" A mischievous smirk followed that, but he was dead serious. He had anything she could ask for. His delve into the decisions made about the island didn't put her off in the slightest, on the contrary, she seemed interested in what he had to say. "You've done an amazing job, really, and I love that you kept it pretty well the way I shot it." That brought a smile to her face again, "I would have to say, Gerard, you unlocked it's potential alright." Her eyes combed over the place, yeah, this guy was loaded with more money than he knew what to do with, but it was his choice what he decided to spend it on. The decor was simple and clean, yet elegant and lavish all at once. She didn't blame him, if she had a place out here, this would be very similar to how she might have it decorated. "Very nice." She noticed a few pieces of art on the wall, her own art, and while flattered, she should've been humming warning bells in her head at all of this put together. There were no warning bells, a sign of her exhaustion perhaps, and she glanced over when he spoke again. "Me? Oh, I am out here looking to take some shots to hopefully court National Geographic with. There is an amazing diversity of life on these islands that no one has captured to their liking on film before." She shot him a smile, "I intend to give them what they want." Her eyes roamed back over the place, "It will probably mean being their go-to girl for a lot of things, but I don't mind really, I love to travel." Those deep eyes moved back to him again, one eyebrow raised, "But you already understand the desire to get out of the city and do what makes you feel free, hmm?" Walking over near the fireplace, Clarissa looked at the large piece hanging there, almost abstract really so that she almost lost herself in it. It was the sound of his voice that roused her, "Huh? Oh, um, sure I could definitely use something to drink." She looked down at her white pants and loose cream blouse, then smiled up at him, "I suppose I am a little grungy. I have a change of clothes in my bag, but thank you." Free. Interesting word, that. Gerard was never really "free," nor was anyone who packed their life to the hilt with opportunity after opportunity, activity after activity. Lie after lie. Gerard nearly crumbled when he heard her say 'give them what they want.' It just seemed to drip off her lips with perfection even greater than he could have scripted. "Oh no, I didn't mean to imply that you were grungy, and if you were, it would only be expected after spending time when you had been. I just mean we have the ability to clean you up if you wish that. If not..." He approached, having mixed a couple of light-tasting gin and tonics, extending his hand out to her with the highball glass in it. "If not, just drink up and enjoy. I see we have similar tastes in photography." It was his attempt at a disarming sort of modesty, taking note of the fact that she had seen his collection of her work. "They were the best I'd seen of the island, and we rich people love pictures of our own property." Well, that idea certainly set his mind unraveling with possibilities. He basically ignored her description of the life ahead of her. At this point, in his mind, anything she accomplished was going to be with his blessing or not at all. He stood close to her shoulder, looking at a particularly wonderful view of some of the local flora. She smelled of the sea and something else that was her own peculiar aroma, a new sensory experience for him to catalog in his list of attributes of the perfect woman. It was all he could do to restrain himself already. "I can still hardly believe that you, of all people, washed up on my shore. Very lucky for me, though; it does get lonely down here and the presence of a girl like you is always a welcome change." Gerard had never been the world's most adept flirt; he tended to pack too much honesty and directness into everything, just like he'd done there. But he was handsome, and wealthy, and offered intrigue and experiences beyond this world, which had him absolutely rolling in beauties if he desired to be. Now, he only desired one. Hopefully the drink would work as well as he'd hoped after an entire day on the water; anything just to dull her senses a little bit, and he might take one step closer to where he wished to be. She gave him a soft thanks, not wanting to interrupt him while he was talking and took a drink of the light, refreshing liquid. Christ, she was thirsty. Conserving water for a lengthy stay was the right plan out on the water, but now with her feet on dry land she just seemed to want to drink the glass down at a steady pace. That demure smile looked up at him, "You're kind, but I know I've been out there long enough to not be as fresh as I was this morning." Maybe she would see about getting a shower after they talked. Clarissa went to take another drink and realized that she'd drained the glass dry, now didn't she feel rude. To cover up her embarrassment, she turned to the piece as he complimented her work, "I'm glad what I do pleases your senses." She was referring to the print of course, but she looked over her shoulder at him. "Perhaps as a way of thanking you, I can get you an original instead of this print." She could feel the alcohol starting to warm her face and make her light-headed; Clarissa wasn't much of a drinker to start with. One drink wouldn't knock her to her knees normally, but then again she wasn't normally under the effects of dehydration, and as she turned back to the print she wobbled a little. Her hand shot out to steady her against the mantle, and she tried to play it off as leaning casually, though she wasn't sure how well that went over." I can hardly believe it myself, really, what a stroke of luck." He was flirting with her, no hiding that behind subtlety, maybe it would be better to play that off. Unless...unless he expected her to put out for his generosity. What would she do then? It wasn't her style to sleep with a man or a woman just because they'd done her a favor. Yes, better to play that off. "Could I get another drink?" Probably a bad idea, but this one she could sip a little slower. That and it would give her a reason to request her sleeping arrangement for the night, and she had a good enough excuse for that. "If you don't mind that is." She glanced toward the living room and headed toward the comfortable looking sofa, to perch herself away from the art work. Gerard simply nodded at her request for another drink. "I would love an original. But there's no reason for you to worry about thanking me; as I said I am grateful for the company, which does please my senses indeed." If that wasn't flirtation on her part, he did not know what was. A stroke of luck perhaps? Gerard's style was rarely to compel. In the end, people simply saw things his way through force of will, gentle prodding, and arranging events to his liking. Of course his fantasy like most men's was to subordinate things to his will, easily and with force; he was willing to go to that length if necessary. He drained his own drink on the way back to the bar, and as he brought two more glasses of the refreshing drink -- plenty of ice for the girl this time -- he took a seat right next to her on the couch. He noticed the immediate effect that the alcohol had on her demeanor, though that coupled with the sudden comforts of air conditioning and a rather overwhelming realization that this place, and this man, were here could have made anyone a little bit lightheaded. Furthermore, he would enjoy that, surely. "Well if you truly wish to, of course you're welcome to a shower, or a bath, or a swim. I made sure to give myself multiple ways of enjoying the water around here...and I always want the best for my guests. No sense in you feeling uncomfortable." And no sense in claiming a girl who was not at her freshest, was there? That thought, like so many others, would stay private for now. He raised a glass and made a little toast, just the way he figured any rich man should in a movie-story like this one. "To chance meetings." The irony was well apparent; he had orchestrated this all. The smile on his face revealed little other than that he was as enchanted as he'd imagined he'd be. It was her nerves at knowing that he was flirting that made her take a longer drink than was her plan, and even still she couldn't be rude to him. There was nothing stopping him from dropping her back off on that boat and leaving her there to rot. "It wouldn't be any trouble to get you a piece of mine that is original. I can even blow it up for you myself." She smiled over the rim of her glass, "If I'm going to please your senses, then it might as well be the real thing instead of a copy." One shoulder shrugged as if to say it was no big deal, all she had to do was develop the picture herself. With her studio, such a task wouldn't take her long at all. She set the glass in the upturned palm of her hand which was resting on her thigh, and she barely managed to make a face at how much she'd drank. Her head was starting to feel a little foggy, disoriented as if she were viewing everything from behind a warped pair of goggles. Clarissa berated herself mentally for being so stupid. She nodded, a slightly overexaggerated movement, "A shower sounds like a great idea." As she spoke her nose wrinkled a little, "I sorta feel, icky, if you know what I mean." Obviously he did if he was going to such lengths to see his guests comfortable, and it was only now dawning on her that she might be in over her head. Clarissa wasn't stupid, but a series of events left her almost too tired for thought and add a little alcohol into the mix, and she could barely think straight. Raising her glass, she toasted him and took a small sip so as not to offend him. "Which way is the shower? She made a questioning face and moved to stand, the effects of the alcohol taking her at once and her knees gave way. The room was reeling, and she couldn't seem to right herself as she toppled. Gerard may have mixed the drink a bit more strongly than he had let on. There was nothing stronger than alcohol in it, but that had certainly done more than he had wished to the girl's consciousness. He had not intended to drug her, but a little inhibition-cleansing was not out of the question. She was giving mixed signals now: a bit of awkwardness at his flirtation, but then a bit of what sounded like her own sort of flirtation in return. It was difficult for Gerard to know just what to make of this." Icky?" She could have meant that a few different ways, but he chose to ignore the possibility that she was becoming aware of his full intentions. There was no sense introducing paranoia to all this. Gerard was in shape, certainly, but he had no formal training in athletics or combat, no sixth sense about fainting women. As she stumbled, began to fall backward, he moved as quickly as he could, spilling his own drink and catching her before she hit the ground. By the time he had stood and reached out to catch her she was nearly parallel to the ground, but he did not let her fall all the way. His arms held her and his gaze lingered far too long on those lips that were so close, only ever closer in his dreams. His hands encircled her midsection, and he basically had her across his lap as he crouched there on the floor. He had only one comment, an irony that would become apparent soon enough. "Perhaps it was safer for you on the sea...you never know what perils can lurk in stiff drink and persistent men." He was not going to pass up this opportunity. What he hoped, beyond any shadow of doubt, was that she would simply accept, find him charming, give in swiftly to the drink and his 'help' and the beauty of their surroundings. Hope gives courage. His lips swept in to kiss hers, nothing sweet about it, a strong kiss infused with an afternoon of sipping drinks, a predatory plan, and an unshakable lust for only Clarissa. She had braced herself for a slam into the floor, but something stopped her decent though for a moment she couldn't tell what it was. Her vision was still reeling as his words sounded in her ears, and her thoughts raced inside her head. Safer on the seas. There was peace and tranquility waiting on her rented boat, a way for her to get out and back to where she was safer. She had to get back to her boat. His lips pressed against hers and Clarissa stiffened instinctively and shoved her hands against his chest to hold him back. She squirmed her body to try and get free of him, finally rolling off and onto the floor where she scrambled forward and away. She flipped over onto her back and moved away, trying to steady herself to stand and make her way out of his house. "Look, I really appreciate you helping me, I do, but I'm not that kind of girl." Slowly, she made it to a crouch and stood even slower, "I think it would be best if I just got some fuel from you and headed on my way." Her breath was coming in gasps and her hair was mussed up. She started searching for the right thing to say so as not to hurt his feelings more than was needed. All of a sudden it hit her, all of it hit her, and her eyes widened a little at the thought of what her mind was putting together. Her art was all over his walls, he bought the place after her photo layout, he just happened to be here when she was, the new guy at the marina....it sounded crazy even to her own mind. Too ludicrous to be feasible for a man to do, and she prayed she was wrong, that it was just her mind over reacting with the alcohol in her system. "I think it's best if I head back down to the dock." She watched him as her feet started slowly to make their way around the couch, she was poised to run if he darted for her. Gerard did not know how to respond, now. She was looking far, far too wary now. Perhaps he could try to salvage things, keep her less on edge until she could be ready to be a little more responsive to her destiny. His hand slid into his pocket where he discreetly pressed a remote that mag-locked all the doors to this place. It was nearly soundless, and she would not notice the fact that he had done this until she tried to leave. He suppressed a sort of entitled rage, narrowed his eyes for a moment but then regained his placid demeanor." Clarissa, I am sorry. I don't know what came over me; it gets very lonely here, and I think I simply have had too much to drink, and then it seemed like you might..." He approached slowly, attempting to put a hand on her shoulder. "It's getting a little dark, and I'm sure you'd be much safer in here than on the dock. Please...let me show you to the shower, and we'll see if we can't find you a change of clothes." He tried to slip his arm around her, calm her. Perhaps in time she'd see that the comfort he offered and the adventure at his fingertips was more than she could find even in her career. More bluntly, perhaps she'd find that the only way for her to ever truly be satisfied--in his mind--was to become fully his. "Whatever you do, though, Clarissa...don't tell me you're not 'that kind of girl.' Every girl is that kind of girl at least once in a while...and most wish they were even more often. You know that." This was the first hint of strangeness he had let pass unbridled; he wanted her to begin to see that she was in denial about what her purpose was. She was too good to be a career woman; in his mind, her role was to be at the feet of, underneath, behind a man who could keep her. He was the only one good enough. He was the only one who could have hatched this plan, who cared about her beyond either her art or her beauty. Furthermore, he wanted the whole package. The wariness didn't fade as she edged slowly away from him, trying not to be too obvious about it in the process. She moved a little to keep his arm from going about her and offered him a polite smile, even through his strange words, "I think we've both had too much to drink, Gerard, and that it would just be best for me to get the fuel and be gone before there's any more misunderstanding." She shifted around to try and put the sofa between them and moved as best she could through the alcohol induced haze fogging up her head. Again she cursed herself inwardly for being so damn trusting." No, Gerard, I don't know anything like that at all. I'm not that kind of girl." She stressed her words to press her point, "I'm not in the habit of sleeping with men just because they do nice things for me." She slowly edged back and toward the door, "I have to care about someone, and we really don't know each other. Not that I'm saying you aren't a nice guy, but we've barely met." That rang in her own ears as the artwork on the walls screamed at her, driving home her earlier thoughts. "I appreciate all you've done, and I'll find some way to see you compensated once I get back to the mainland." Her feet took slow, steady steps away from him and toward the door. She also wasn't in the habit of making promises she couldn't or wouldn't keep, "Maybe when we both get back to New York we can have a nice dinner." Her first steps getting back into the city would be to speak to Terrance or Jake, one of the agents and see about getting a new place. If she wasn't crazy, then this guy already knew where she lived. All of that was irrelevant until she got the hell out of here first. "So I'm going to head back to the boat, and we'll talk again once we back in the city." Clarissa had backed up to the door and put her hand on the knob, but when she tried to turn it nothing happened. She tried again, not wanting to look desperate to get the hell away from him, but panic started to rise. Clarissa finally turned to face the door and turned the knob one more time, it wouldn't budge, she could already feel tears welling up in her eyes. Gerard met all of her words with a growing sense of disappointment. He had little to say to them, after all of this, so he simply allowed himself to hear what she really believed about herself. Gerard was fully aware of the wide variety of things that made her beautiful to him, but this rudeness and sense of self-preservation and independence that threaded through her entire life was most certainly NOT one of them. Desperation, on the other hand, could be a great aphrodisiac. Having had just enough liquor to shield himself from the stark reality of it all, Gerard seized her from behind, one arm around both shoulders, the other hand moving to the small of her back and pinning her left wrist there. He was strong, surely; not overdramatically so, but absolutely unrelenting in pinning her limbs to her. His voice was a harsh whisper." You had a choice, you know, Clarissa. You could have chosen to give in to someone who will not rest until he has all of you, to see the reality, which is this: no one, ever, has cared or will care for you as much as I do. No one has seen those eyes, that neck...every inch of you...and felt the way I do. It would be impossible, Clarissa. So..." He began to move, attempting to escort her, ever wary of her ability to kick or lash out, quite confident that even if she did so she would not escape. "Let's go get you that shower you've been wanting. No reason for my girl to serve me in such a state now, is there?" The irony dripped from his words, but it was obvious that the intensity was real, no game. Gerard was absolutely determined, had played this scene infinite times in his mind with her at gunpoint, knife point; of course the ones that coursed through him the most were the ones where she accepted him willingly...but that ship had sailed. "Come, girl...let's go please our senses." Tears fell from her face as the reality hit her, she was trapped here with no way to let anyone know where she was. That was her own fault, of course, not bringing her phone and not giving a definite date when she would be returning. The rental on the boat was even open, as it had been in the past, and it would take quite awhile before anyone thought her missing and not having just run away as she often threatened. This....man, had her, and no one would know it. A sob threatened to rack her body, but she managed to choke it off as his arm slid around her, and he wrenched her wrist behind her in a grip she was in no condition to break. That didn't mean she didn't try, she did that, pulling and twisting against the grasp of his hand over hers, but it got her nowhere. The more he talked, she was certain he was insane, and that made him dangerous on a level she didn't want to even consider, but she was sure of one thing...she had to get away. Somehow she had to get free of him and get out of this place. She raised a foot as he guided her along, and tried to kick at him, to no avail. Even when she did manage to connect he didn't lessen his grip on her in any way. Reasoning with him seemed logical, so she tried her best, "Gerard, look, you don't have to do this." They were drawing closer to the bathroom, and she had no idea what it was this man had in mind, none of it sounded reasonable to Clarissa, "We've both been drinking, why don't we just both get some sleep, and we'll be able to talk in the morning with clear heads, huh? Maybe I could stay a little while tomorrow, and you could go out with me and take some shots around the island, how does that sound." Her feet were near sliding on the tile floor even though she tried to dig in and keep him from moving her father along, it wasn't providing enough resistance. "You can pick my next site for shots, how's that sound?" Even in one's most desperate, insane, emotion-driven episodes there are moments of clarity. Gerard found his in the form of steps: one, two, three, four... His voice was a hiss as he whispered into her ear in response, barely holding back his desire to yank, or wrench, or strike so that she would see the truth for what it was. "There is no purpose in that, Clarissa. None at all. Bargaining is nothing; in truth, you will stare your reality in the face, see what you may become by my hand, and relinquish control altogether. But here is my domain. You have no power except the power to make this all worse for yourself. You are my treasure, and I defend my interests." It was an assault of words, words that carried clarity rather than insanity. Gerard's premises may have been quite far from hers, but his conclusions were, as always, ever so logical. Five, six, seven, eight..." The first thing you will learn -- and you will learn -- is that there is no acceptable reason to look so casual and grimy in my presence, Clarissa. You will display yourself for as beautiful as you are, never anything less than that." Nine, ten, eleven, twelve... "So first we will have to get you clean." He threw her to the ground; the bathroom was obviously directly in front of them; it was like this entire dwelling immaculately appointed with a floor-level shower with multiple heads, and a lovely hot tub with gorgeous accents and a view of the surroundings under the flora's canopy. Exactly the sort of place one would build as a place to keep one's favorite photographer. As she would land he would stand directly over her, grasping her hair with his hand and bringing her the last few steps on her knees, careful to lock the bathroom door behind him and leaving once again no room for escape. He grasped something black, though it was not clear what, off the marble countertop and gave her first order as his property." Strip. Now. No reason to shower in those clothes...or to own them at all anymore, really." He did not look threatened by the fact that he was not holding onto her any longer; whatever he was holding might just be another trick up his sleeve. She was going to be a wreck no matter what...so he may as well just deal with her as he saw fit. Digging her feet into the tile only made the throw worse, acting as a pivot point on which she was sent head first toward the floor. Only her hands out in front of her stopped her head from slamming into the hard surface, though how she managed to get them in front of her she couldn't say even if asked. His words sank into her brain, his treasure, his investment, what she would become? This was getting out of hand, she had to be dreaming, there was no way this was really happening to her. What had she done in her life to bad as to warrant this, it just had to be a dream...no a nightmare? Before she could think on it anymore, his hand grasped her hair sending her hands reflexively up to grasp his to keep him from pulling her hair out. He drugs her along the floor on her knees and released her equally roughly. Clarissa was reeling and barely registered him turn from her to lock the door, or grasp the object, but she slowly sat herself back up. She knew what he would do to her in here, or she thought she did, he intended to take what she hadn't been willing to give him. That pissed her off, and looking at him standing there in his suit, not a hair out of place and unruffled as if they'd just had tea, only made it worse. She would do her best to take any part of him she could with her. Using the commode as a brace, Clarissa first got back to her knees, turning her body to face the toilet. She let her dark eyes roam as much as they could to look for anything to use as a weapon. Anything which might cause him some damage and allow her to get past him. So far she saw nothing, so she gently pulled herself up to a standing position, and she saw a hairbrush on the counter. She took a few slow breaths and tried to calculate where he was, she knew she would only get one shot at this. One last steadying breath and Clarissa lunged for the hairbrush and turned to swing wildly at him aiming for his face. Gerard probably could have handled a brush to the face, especially from someone in Clarissa's state--she'd lack the proper follow-through to do any real damage. He almost welcomed the contact as he raised his arm a bit to deflect the blow. The brush glanced against his square jaw, raising a bit of red flush but hardly doing any damage. The contact let him turn just a little more animal, let him uncork the frustration that he had been bottling ever since she had been so unwelcoming toward his advances. There was nothing wrong with Gerard, of course, so he simply had to believe that the girl was in denial about her true nature. Resistance always seemed to slip away after people realized what they really were, and as Gerard had been forced to remake the understandings of some of his deputies within his organization this same way, he knew that she would come around to seeing things his way: upward. In this situation she was a bit overmatched. Gerard was carrying something in his hand that he'd taken from the counter, after all, and it was his insurance policy against just this sort of insolence. Grasping the wrist with which she'd swung, he wrapped that around her back and pulled her into him, raising his hand to her neck. She felt, but only barely, the little mosquito sting of an injection of a sedative; the next hour or so would be seen but hardly remembered, a dreamlike occurrence that began with her slumping down into his arms and continued with him stripping her, carrying her into the shower, and washing away the salt of the ocean, the sweat of the day, and the remnants of her former life... By the time she awakened, she had been laid by Gerard's own hands onto his bed and secured with cords that tied around her ankles and her wrists, tying her wrists together and her legs apart, and securing each to the headboard. It was very dark; Gerard had drawn all the blackout shades and the only light that came in was of the type that snaked through cracks near the window, and under the door. As her eyes adjusted she would no doubt blink away a few cobwebs. All the while, she was making out the form of Gerard, sitting in a chair across the room, waiting. He had nothing else that could hold his attention so well. "Are you back, Clarissa? One of the unfortunate effects of the sedative is that I could not show you just how lucky you are to be mine while you were under...because you would not remember the pleasure you're about to experience." The swing was wild, not the control she could've wielded had she been sober and without the numbing effects of the alcohol in her empty stomach. All she knew was she had to try, that it struck him at all was more a pleasure than she could state in words, and just knowing she would leave some mark on him made her feel encouraged. That was until he grabbed her wrist and reversed it up behind her, the momentum of her body betrayed her only served to aid his restraint of her limbs. Before she could kick or stomp on his foot, or any other means of getting him to release her, she felt a sting at her neck and tried to jerk away from it. That movement was too late, of course, for the sedative was already coursing through her veins and draining the last of her energy with it. She sagged into a heap in his arms, her mind the only bastion of protest left, and even that did no good. In a way, it was better to be sedated, it numbed her and made it so that she knew she wasn't giving in to his demands, and it made everything hazy like the dream she desired this all to be. He stripped her of her clothes and she expected to lay there watching helplessly as he raped her, but that never came, at least not while he bathed her. His hands on her body made her skin want to crawl, but the drug made it, so there was no protest she could rally which would keep him from her. She watched from that dream state as his hands made their way across her supple flesh, and as his eyes drank in her form with a covetousness which frightened her to no end. She finally stopped resisting the drug and just let it carry her unconsciousness, that was better than being forced to watch as he violated her body. Anything was better than that. The rest the drug afforded was minimal at best, but she was at least able to let her mind drift to another place and another time rather than watch whatever it was he was doing to her. She never sensed him crawl between her legs like some rutting animal or penetrate her sex against her will. Clarissa wouldn't allow that, not in any way she could imagine trying and deter him. It would bring pain, surely, perhaps even enrage him enough to kill her, but she wouldn't give him what he wanted willingly. The sad thing is, he might have had a chance with her if he approached her like a normal man. Gerard was handsome and from what she could tell well-built, and it never hurt that he was a man of his own money instead of wanting after hers. She wasn't wealthy, but she lived comfortably, though most men saw a photographer of Clarissa Cor day's standard and assumed she was rich. It was tiresome, really, and Gerard would've had that advantage as well. Instead, he was a psycho, that was a dealbreaker right there. When she came back to her senses, she was in a dark room, perhaps that was what helped her to sleep some. How long she'd been there was anyone's guess, well anyone but the dark shape in the corner who she knew without her eyes adjusting to be Gerard. Her arms were a little stiff, and she tried to move them, but they wouldn't move, and it was then she realized that she as tied to a bed like some kind of animal. Her legs were splayed open and bound to the opposite end of the bed, while her arms were held together over her head. All of a sudden he spoke and a deep, dark dread washed over her. No, of course he hadn't raped her while she was drugged, this sick bastard wanted her to know what it was he was doing to her and when. To be his, this man was still convinced her owned her, though for the time being he was correct. There was nothing she could do to stop him from here, "Just get it over with you pig." She spat the words at him and waited for the inevitable. Gerard had been called a variety of things much worse than "pig" in his life, and from a tied-down naked woman an insult had much less effect than it did from behind the barrel of a drug lord's gun. He moved closer, still looking put together, even debonair, having lost the jacket but not the shirt and tie of that gray suit, hair still intentionally and attractively mussed. The little mark of her resistance was still on his jaw, but it was nothing, really...no more than the sort of redness that might be raised if she had slapped him. He stood over her at the side of his bed, reaching a hand into her hair and twisting just a bit. "A shame... I had hoped that you might learn that insults are hardly a way to speak to the man who now owns you." He pulled on her still-damp hair hard enough to elicit a little yelp, which led to a ball gag being produced and set into her mouth. He'd gagged prisoners before...but never for this purpose, and never while they looked naked, smooth, glistening...perfect." Much better...now the only thing I'll be able to hear is the music your throat makes while I show you just what you've been missing." He assumed that between her career and her ready willingness to jaunt down to the Caribbean alone that there was not much resembling a man in her life, that it had been long since she really had an opportunity to be brought to orgasm by someone who knew just what he was doing. Gerard was far indeed from a slouch in that area, something she could feel if she enabled herself to realize anything other than her plight. His hands now moved over her body, fingers splitting as they ran on either side of each nipple, moving together ever so slightly to squeeze her nipples between his second knuckles....then replacing hand with tongue as he teased her. This was foreplay of the simplest kind, but without any power she was utterly at his mercy, which rendered it altogether different. Moving down her still further, he placed a hand between her thighs as another teased over her midriff. She was a miraculous woman, smooth and fine, and touching her was like touching a soft sculpture. A sculpture of his very own." You will see, girl, that there is very little I cannot make you feel if I set my mind to it...is that pussy getting wet for me already?" He tested, first with a finger but not long after with his tongue, leaning over from beside her to finally taste nectar he had imagined and reimagined for years. His touch was tender, but could ratchet toward demanding or even violent at a moment's notice. If this was rape it was the strangest sort of rape ever conceived: an unwilling granting of intense pleasure, even worship. "Has it been long since you came for a man, slut?" His eyes met hers directly now, searching for the answer that she could not speak. A man who owns....the words sunk into her mind as he spoke them, and a sense of utter helplessness accompanied that sentiment. Tied as she was to the bed, she was at his utter mercy. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he could, and there was nothing she could do to change the situation, and she highly doubted she would find aid at the hands of the men who worked for him. She was alone and on her own, no one would come to help her, no one would come to save her, and it was more than clear she was here for as long as she amused him. That terrified her to know that at any moment he could decide that she was no longer a pleasant possession, and then he could discard her at his whim. That point sunk home all the harder when he had pulled her hair hard enough to draw a reaction and gagged her with that....thing. If she could feel more helpless, she didn't know how. For now, she would have to cooperate until the chance arose to try and get away from him, not that she thought that moment would come easily. After the rough treatment in the bathroom, his hands were amazingly soft and tender as they touched her skin, his perverse form of adoration was evident in the way he looked at her while touching her. His attention on her nipples make them stiffen to peaks, against her will, a sound in her throat as she tried to wiggle within her bonds. Again, it would do no good and would risk angering him. Who knew what he would do then...she didn't even want to think about it. She forced herself to lay as still as she could while he gave attention to her nipples, then he bent down to put his mouth on them. Clarissa didn't want to feel pleasure, she didn't want to be tied down at his mercy, but her breasts responded to his caresses and licks or the feel of his tongue against her skin. She jumped a little as his hand explored her center with a single finger, checking to see if she was wet, which she didn't think she was. How he would react to that scared her, and she started to whimper a little when his finger probed further into her sex. When he bent over to run his tongue where his finger had touched, she didn't want it to feel good, but it did. Clarissa enjoyed having her pussy licked by a man who knew what he was doing, what girl didn't, and she knew her body would react to what he was doing now. She didn't want it to, but it did. A small twinge of pleasure drifted from her clit and spread outward gently to make an ache flare up around her slit. She didn't want it, she didn't want him doing this to her. All she could do was try to lay still while he explored her body and let him do what he would. Somehow she knew she would pay for this act of pleasure he was performing on her. He asked her a direct question, and she looked at him puzzled. How long since she had an orgasm at a man's hands, she had no idea, and she certainly didn't think he was going to be the one to make her have one. While she was tempted to answer, the gag made that impossible, so instead she just shook her head. She'd been busy with work, but the last time she could recall was Vitoria, an Italian guide on her last trip to Tuscany. He had been a forceful lover, but yet tender all at the same time with her body. He had been the only man to make her scream in pleasure. Again, she shook her head, telling him she didn't know, that was better than him knowing more of her than he needed. Gerard narrowed his eyes as Clarissa's began to widen at the sensation, and at his question. "No answer, girl? None at all? It is a shame you do not answer your owner's questions...but from the taste of you it has been longer than you'd care to admit anyway." He stopped any semblance of 'teasing' now, shoving his middle three fingers hard into the girl's slit. He knew this would force her to feel intensity, to feel anything at all, which in the end was what he wanted. Those fingers moved directly up to her gag, where he painted the accumulated juices across her lips...she could smell herself, taste herself. "The scent doesn't lie, girl...you are wet for me. You can live your whole life ready and willing to receive this pleasure if you learn just what you are..." His voice became a hiss now as he returned those fingers to her pussy. "What kind of needy slut gets wet for me in spite of herself? There's more to you than you realize. And I'm going to explore every last inch of it." He meant what he said. Her folds, her clit, her walls were betraying her now, aching with a need that was not able to be suppressed no matter how much her mind tried to tell her what she wanted. She was a woman, just like any woman. She was beautiful, she was dripping, and she was unable to feel or do anything but accept the overtures of her conductor Gerard. He licked as though he were attacking her, an assault of fingers and tongue that commanded her flesh to feel, God damn it. "You will cum for your owner, for your master, girl. Someday you will do it only when I command...for now, you will do it because you have no choice." He did not use devices, did not dehumanize with machines the way he knew some abductors thought they should. Gerard wished to be the center, the focus, the fulcrum on which her reality tilted. At the very least an explosive lover with absolutely impeccable technique, technique sharpened by his need to prove himself to Clarissa. He did not need to prove anything to keep her...but to win her...to make her his in truth...he needed her to fall, and fall again. The way her pussy was already reacting to his touch, she wasn't wholly surprised by the sensation that flooded her when he jammed his fingers inside her. The sound rose from her throat behind the gag, a yelping moan, but he pulled them back out before she could feel any more from them. She'd tried to turn her head as he smeared her own juices across her lips, it was already evident to her that her body wanted to be touched even if her mind did not, and him making her taste her own nectar was just another nail in the coffin. He was making her body react to him, the betrayal was almost complete. His words drove it home, he wasn't letting her go anytime soon. She was almost relieved when his fingers entered her tunnel again. The pleasure was at least a distraction from the reality of her situation and how fruitless it was. Yes, he was going to make her cum, and there was nothing she could do about it. She could lie there and pretend it wasn't so, but her body would give her away. His tongue attacked her again, forcing a warmth to spread out from her clit and make her hole ache, and Clarissa tried not to moan or groan or offer him any encouragement, but her throat could only hold so much in. Her hips moved against his licking assault, not out of protest but in time with his movements, and she hated herself for it. Clarissa turned her concentration to the growing ache and burning warmth of her body readying for an orgasm and tried to tune him out of her mind. It worked until he called himself her owner and master, and wasn't his timing perfect, for not a few seconds later her pussy clenched around his fingers and her body rocked with en explosion between her legs. Clarissa's hips rose to meet his greedy tongue, her back arching in the process as a muted cry of delight sounded in her throat. Tears rolled from her eyes and spilled across her cheeks as she realized her body was going to dance to his tune no matter what she wanted. Gerard had of course imagined a million ways this moment could have come to pass, but none was quite so intense or quite so powerful as this one. Her realization was so stark, the timing of her release so pure...her mind could have taken her anywhere but through his words and his touch she would always, always come back to him. This was destiny that he had merely had to set in motion. The devious Gerard was a romantic in his way. But now, the taste of her on his lips and filling his nostrils and taste buds with pure sensory delight, he was above all else man, a ruler of the flesh he saw before him. His lips left a little trail of the girl up her midriff again, teasing once more but now forcefully gripping those nipples in his lips and with his teeth. "Mummy yes, my little slut. I own that pussy of yours. And I know you'venevergotten your cum all over the face of an owner before. Perhaps I should have you clean me?" He slid up again, now standing over her face as he removed her gag, slipping it ever so conveniently right into his shirt pocket, where it hung. His hand gripped her chin, and he dipped down, so close to her face, his presence overpowering, masculine, real. "I don't suggest you bite, girl...or you might never cum that way again in your life." With that, he kissed her, not exactly the sort of cleaning fit for a master but very, very close. Any pretense of anything other than utter greed, utter strength was gone from his lips, overwhelming her as his tongue thrust into her mouth. As he broke the kiss, he growled. "Who do you belong to?" The tears kept streaming from her face from the ultimate betrayal, that of her own body giving in to the touch of this man. The orgasm subsided, and his tongue hadn't let up until the last of her bucking had stopped, leaving her body feeling weak and heavy, a counterpoint to the sharp peaks of her nipples. His lips on her flesh made her want to scream, but she didn't make any effort to cry out. As vulnerable as she was naked and wet, tied to the bed, it would be a foolish thing to do, and while she wanted a lot of things at that moment, death wasn't one of them. Her throat did react to the painful way he bit her nipples, as if he could read her mind and was reminding her that she was at his mercy. Owner. That word again, it made her stomach knot with a sinking feeling deep in the pit of it. She trembled as he grabbed her face and forced her to look into his eyes, what she saw there quashed any notion she might've had about retaliating against him. There was a constriction in her throat as she forced herself to swallow hard while he spoke, and she nodded an agreement that she wouldn't try to bite him. His manner suggested it would be a very, very bad thing for her to do, and tied as she was she wouldn't be able to defend herself. Instead, she let him kiss her and didn't try to turn her face away, not that his tongue gave her much in the way of choice. Her own musky taste was all over his tongue as it probed around her mouth, not relenting in any way, and she had to try to swallow while his lips were still cemented to her own. Even with his powerful presence and the growl in his throat, the idea of being owned made a fire light in her head. Clarissa had been a lot of things in her life, but she wasn't a slut or a whore, not for any man. It had never been easy for a man to just weasel his way in her pants, and she certainly never spread her legs for a charming grin and a high-priced dinner. She had thought more of herself than that, and outside a literal handful of men, her bed had remained largely empty. Now, this man, Gerard, presumed to label her as what she wasn't and claimed ownership of her as if she were just another piece of property. It made her angry, and her eyes burned with defiance. "I belong to myself." She jerked her head away from him as much as her current predicament would allow, and looked anywhere but at him. Hot tears fell from her eyes, some in anger, some not as she tried to stare at the far wall in the weak light. "I am not a slut." She whispered fiercely but quietly into the dark. Gerard could have whispered to the dark just as easily; there was plenty to say to no one in particular. He had spent hours doing it as he had hatched his plan; it was not easy to catch someone who was trying to get away, and not easy to gather the data to set a plan in motion that required multiple countries, multiple individuals, and a fair bit of luck. It was not simply money that had enabled her capture. It was ingenuity and drive, painstaking attention to detail. Now that he had her in his grasp, still now she was nothing more than a difficult puzzle to him. A puzzle with curves rather than angles, but even so, she was something to be solved. It was enough to ratchet up the intensity in his gut, make him as angry as he would ever show. She could not see his eyes glaze over with something other than lust, could not see a certain primal or childlike frustration at the failure thus far from his efforts. She would not have seen it anyway, in this defiant grasping of hers. He gripped her chin in his hand, turning her face toward him." What uses to yourself, what use to anyone, is someone who does not understand herself? You are dripping, and cumming, and screaming for me in spite of your better judgment and yet you do not belong to me? Only your conscious mind does not belong to me...and that part is worthless if it does not understand. Your body is here on this bed, cumming at my demand even as your mind wishes it would not." He pinched those nipples again and then lowered his hand to her cunt once more, soaking up a little more of that moisture and holding his hand over her mouth. "Your life is mine as well; you only live as long as I wish it...and I only wish it as long as you are what I dreamed you to be. If you continue to refuse that you are the slut you are, that may cost you the chance to ever see the light of day again. So...think about that. You'll have plenty of time..." He slapped her face, then, returning the gag to her mouth when he had his opportunity. He turned and left her in the dark. "When I return, you will tell me what you are. You could refuse, of course...but that will only give you longer to think. Consider what that means: I have you because I desire you, but I have no need of such a useless piece of flesh that does not even realize her reality. You are not even worthy to be used by me. Not yet." He left her in darkness for quite some time.

Stranded at Sea (stormsfury and Steve O)|rating:2.0

It's all in the family ♥ (Lulu&&MagicalPen)

(( a t h er Andrew CaerwynMaleNo colorMagicalPen(r i e n smiley DavisfemaleMediumVioletRedLulu(r o t h er Richard CaerwynMaleNo colorMagicalPen(an u g h t er Harley CaerwynfemaleHot Pink Lulu Andrew pulled a bathrobe on over his boxers before heading downstairs. He was having a hard time sleeping, unlike his second-wife, who was usually out the moment her head hit the pillow. Perhaps part of it was knowing that Miley was sleeping over again. She always put him on edge. Miley was his daughters best friend...and perhaps even a little more, given how close they were and how they shared a bed when Miley slept over. Not that he had a problem with that at all. But Miley. She was certainly not your average or typical girl. She had tattoos and piercings...the Alternative look, more than Emo and not as doom and gloomy as Goth. Furthermore, she was a 'New Age' type of girl. And Andrew had always found her very attractive. Perhaps it was because of the differences - he was cookie-cutter clean, no piercings or tattoos - while she was the opposite. She was certainly easy on the eyes, and he was quite sure that his son, Richard, had a crush on her too. He certainly couldn't blame the boy - the girl was certainly the free-love type, probably a hippy as well. He had known her for several years and had watched the transformation with fascination. She was always happy to see him and flirty, and he certainly felt a sexual tension whenever she entered the room these days - which brought him back to his ability not to be able to sleep tonight. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and cracked it open before sitting down on the sofa in the living room, turning on the TV to a sports channel. He had not done the belt on his bathrobe so it hung open, revealing his toned stomach and torso, along with his striped boxers. (and Harley had been friends for as long as she could remember. They met in preschool, and instantly hit it off. They had been inseparable ever since. Furthermore, they were more like family than actual friends at this point. Miley told Harley everything. They shared everything. From clothes to ideas to food to boys to their bed. They shared everything. It was pretty well known that the two of them spent most of their time together. Miley spent more time in the Berwyn house than she did at her own home. Which was partially by design as her at home life was definitely not the best. A deranged alcoholic as a father, and a nonexistent mother didn't lead to the happiest of lives. Once Harley had discovered the conditions that Miley had to deal with, the decision had been made. So Miley rarely went home and spent most of her time at Harley's place." I love you Miley." Harley said, brushing some hair from Miley's face. She was sleepy, after having a rather rough lovemaking session. Miley smiled at her and kissed her nose. "I love you too, Harley baby." Harley scrunched up her nose and batted at Miley playfully. "MMM, sleep..." Harley wrapped her arm around Miley and nuzzled her face into her side. Miley smiled, kissing the side of her lover's face. "Go to sleep sweetie. I'm not tired yet." Miley stayed with Harley until she had drifted off into dreamland. Miley had a plan. She had heard Andrew leave his room a bit earlier. She intended to spend a little time with him. Miley had a bit of a crush on the older man. She may have "accidentally" walked in on him in the shower. Ever since then she had been unable to get him out of her head. She was hooked on the idea of having a taste of him. The thought of his rough masculine hands on her skin was enough to dampen her panties. So she put on her black and red nightie (She checked herself in the mirror, and then left Harley's bedroom. Bare feet made almost no sound as the half naked 18 year-old crept down the hallway. She quickly and quietly descended the stairs in the dark, checking over her shoulder to make sure no one else had heard her. She paused for a second, listening. Furthermore, she didn't hear anything over the soft sounds of the TV from the living room. Good... So they were alone. Miley snuck up behind the couch, popping up to startle Andrew. "Boo!" She giggled at his reaction. "I can't sleep...do you mind if I join you?" She asked him with an innocent smile. She slipped around the edge of the couch and took a seat before he could even give her an answer. The sheer fabric of her nightie accentuated her curves nicely. It showed the ink on her skin quite nicely as well. This nightie left little to the imagination when it came to Miley's body. It was just the way she wanted it. Andrew was not aware that anyone else was even awake, so when Miley popped up behind him, he nearly had a heart attack, spilling his beer down his chest. "Holy shit, you little....devil!" He stammers, finally recovering from the shock, wiping up the line of beer with his finger before licking it clean. He didn't have a chance to deny her request - not that he could. It wouldn't have been the nice thing to do, and who was he to say who could stay up and watch TV with him? It was only then that he turned to look at her. He had long had...improper desires for her, especially improper for a man who was recently married to a beautiful wife. When his eyes settled on her, he could only stare, mouth open, for several long seconds. He had seen her in a bikini sure enough but this...this reeked of sexuality and left very little to the imagination. In her seated position, he could see the lines of her panties and the design of her top just did enough to hide her nipples from view. Otherwise, she was basically naked! He felt warmth flood to his groins and he instinctively found himself pulling his bathrobe closed." Oh, uh, Miley. Should have guessed it was you." He gave a nervous chuckled, pulling his eyes from her and back to the TV. He swallowed a gulp of his beer. "So, can't sleep either? Anything you want to watch?" ("Oh, uh, Miley. Should have guessed it was you." Miley smirked at the older man. His movements to cover his crotch were not lost on her. Did she turn him on? She was pretty sure she knew what was going on. She was aware that she was host. The attention she got from the surrounding boys was enough to tell her that she was desirable. "So, can't sleep either? Anything you want to watch?" Miley looked the attractive man up and down. He was mostly naked himself save for his bathrobe and his boxers. He was very attractive for an older man too. With his five o'clock shadow and his yuppie haircut. He was the picture of suburban life. Andrew Berwyn was a newly re-married formerly single dad who worked his ass off to provide for his family. Despite all the hardships he had seen throughout his life, from losing his first wife to an illness to having to raise two kids by himself he had aged really well. He was pretty toned despite having an office job, and Miley wanted him really badly. She remembers the way that the water had cascaded down his body. How she had imagined his hands on her body as she touched herself after. She wondered what it would feel like to have him penetrating her. What he would taste like." No, why don't we just flip channels until something interesting comes up?" Miley suggested. She waited for Andrew to start flipping through the channels so she could move into a more comfortable position, leaning against Andrew. Her hand found its way to his thigh. Miley gauged his reaction to her touching him so close to his junk. If he pushed her hand away or let her leave it there. How far could she get before he made her leave? Dark eyes caught the sight of naked skin on the screen, and she pointed at the screen. "This!" She said pointing at the clearly pornographic sex scene playing out on the screen. "Why don't we watch this?" She asked the older man. Her fingers tickling the inside of his thigh, inches away from his erection. "Porn always makes me sleepy." It was a lie. A small one, but still a lie. It was the sex, or masturbation that followed the porn that always wore her out. He didn't need to know that. Well at least not yet. Andrew held his breath as she leaned against him, her hand casual resting on his thigh. His cock twitched, further hardening with its arousal at the close contact and the closeness of her hand. He had to move his arm, to get it away from pressing against the side of her boob as she leaned against him, so he did the natural thing - lifting it up and wrapped it around her shoulders instead. Not that that was a particularly better place to place his arm and hand, but it was away from her breast. The hand on his thigh, now inches from his erect cock, was distracting enough that he didn't skip over the HBO Porn channel fast enough. He swallowed the lump in his throat at her admission and paused on the channel. Of course, it was some kinky Older Man/Younger Girl sex scene and his cock gained its full level of arousal. He turned his head to look at her - not at her eyes, but down at her chest. "Are...are you sure...we should watch...something...like this?" (could sense Andrew's hesitation at watching porn with her. Especially something so suggestive. There was a much older man just pounding the shit out of a much younger girl on the screen. "Oh! Oh! OH!" Her moans filled the air as Andrew looked down at Miley's almost completely bare chest. "Are...are you sure...we should watch...something...like this?" Miley let out a small laugh. The plotting teen moved, so her face was inches from Andrew's. Her hand creeped up his leg, slowly closing the distance between her hand and his junk. "What we should do—" Miley pressed her palm right up against the pardon in his boxers. "And what we want to do, can be very different things..." Her face was barely an inch from his. He would likely be able to feel her breath upon his lips. She looked him in the eyes, daring him to make a move on her. Would he take her just like the man on the screen was taking the other girl? Andrew felt that hand creep up and then directly onto his erection. She would find that he was indeed hard as a rock and impressive in both size and length. He let out a soft moan at the feeling, his eyes darting down to her lips as she pressed close, her face just inches from hers. Alarm bells went off in his head. What she was proposing was very indecent, especially for a married man! Especially for a man old enough to be her father! And this was his daughters' girlfriend as well - he was pretty sure they had sex with each other! It was wrong on so many levels. He was even married! But he was also very, very hard under her hand and couldn't deny his attraction to her." Are...are you sure...you...you...want to...do that?" He stammers again. He had never been hit on in his entire life. His body was almost frozen in place, unable to move or react to what she was doing. (could see the hesitation in the older man's eyes. He was having doubts about fooling around with her. He was married, and she was kind of sort of in a relationship with his daughter. But it was fine. Harley and Miley had an open relationship. They were free to see other people...like Harley's dad. "Are...are you sure...you...you...want to...do that?" Miley smirked. "Does this answer your question?" She asked. Miley pressed her lips against Andrew's in a soft kiss. One that invited him in. Invited him to take advantage of this opportunity. To mimic the things they were seeing on the screen. As if taking the cue herself, while their lips were still touching, Miley started to rub the large bulge in his boxers with her palm. Soon her fingers started to explore his length, outlining his girth through the fabric. "MMM. So big." She breathed against his lips. Her fingers dipped under the waistband of his boxers, wanting to really feel him. "I don't think I've ever taken anything that big before." She pulled away just to look down at him. She had him poking out of his boxers now. Furthermore, she was eager to see just what she was dealing with. Andrew couldn't answer before her lips were pressed against his. He didn't respond, immediately, but after a few seconds he found his tongue pressing into her mouth. He felt his hips pressing upwards, pressing his hardness up against her hand as she started to rub along his length. Moments later, she used her fingers to explore him fully, causing her to break the kiss. He panted, catching his breath as the teenage girl slid her hand under his waistband, a hand warm against his throbbing cock. She pulled him out, revealing his cock to her. It was solid, thick and long, veins bulging on its side. It was certainly not a boys cock, but a men. His new wife still struggled with it in all regards, often left sore in the morning, and their sex was not nearly as frequent as he would have liked it. His arm around her shoulders shifted, sliding his hand down her back to cup her ass gently, still not quite bold enough to really do anything to her. Part of him thought that this was some sort of setup so he nervously glanced behind him, craning his neck to make sure his daughter - or his wife! - wasn't standing behind them! He turned back to Miley a moment later. "You're a bad, bad girl aren't you..." He murmurs, wondering if she was just saying that to please him, or if he really was the biggest she had been with. (was hiding a big many monster in his pants. Miley didn't think that it was fair. No matter, she got to play with it now. She continued to explore his cock, running her fingers up and down his length. Almost jerking him off. "You're a bad, bad girl aren't you..." Miley smirked. He was catching on. "Whatever gave you that idea?" She asked him. Andrew's hand moved from her shoulder down to her ass just as Miley moved again, this time to meet Andrew's dick at eye-level. She wanted to explore every inch of that rod. And she started with her tongue. Miley started at the base of Andrew's cock, licking a line-up his shaft. She pressed her lips to the swollen glans at the top but only for a second. She smirked again at the man she had stunned on the couch. "I think I need a better taste." She said before taking him fully into her mouth. Yeah, she had him right where she wanted him. Andrew couldn't help but spread his legs a little wider as she explored the length of his cock with her hand. She was certainly now virgin, that was for sure! He liked it when a girl knew what she wanted and how to get it, without playing the innocent card. Not that he would ever have thought of Miley as innocent, that's for sure! He couldn't help but watch as she licked the length of his shaft. "I agree." He murmurs softly to her statement before moaning as she took his cock into her mouth, his head tilting back in pleasure. Now that she was leaning over him, kneeling on the sofa, he slid his hand inside the back of her panties, trailing his fingers down her ass crack before nestling them between her legs, finding her warm and moist pussy ready for the exploring. (smiled with Andrew in her mouth. He seemed to be enjoying himself, as she sucked him off. She started bobbing her head on his length, gradually working herself further and further down his shaft. She was aware of his hand moving down over her backside. Furthermore, she felt his fingers dip under her undies and down between her lips. Furthermore, she wanted him to explore her further. Furthermore, she wanted him to enter her. Miley looked up at Andrew while he was still in her mouth. Her eyes invited him to explore her body. I don't think I've wanted something so much in my life... please touch me... She thought. This was all going according to plan. But at the end of the night would he just write this off as a one-night stand? A foolish fling with his best friend's daughter. She wanted this to mean something. She would have to show him later that there were feelings behind her actions. Webb it was best to keep it simple for now but her heart longed for him. It had for a while. Miley doubled her efforts in pleasing him, speeding up her movements and increasing the suction in her mouth. She would make this night one he would never forget. That was something she was sure of. Andrew moaned again as she started to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth. He wondered just how much she could take. His wife could barely manage half his length and didn't like the choking or gagging. He pressed his hips upwards, using his other hand to push his boxers down, getting them as far as his knees. No more waistband squeezing his balls...which, like his cock, were hairless and large. That hand then slid under her, to one of her perk breasts. He squeezed it through the thin material of her...whatever it was. He had no idea what women's clothing was called. His other hand pushed her panties down to her mid-thigh, and he leaned over towards her rear end, eager to look her body over now that she was offering it to him. He slid a finger into her snatch, working it back and forth, wondering briefly how long ago his own daughter had been doing the same sort of thing to her. (managed to make it about halfway down his length before she felt like she might choke. She felt Andrew's fingers slip into her which caused her to moan around him. She bucked her hips back against his fingers, willing him to start fucking her properly with them. Furthermore, she longed for his touch so. Miley pushed herself down even further on his cock, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She almost gagged but didn't stop forcing herself down on him. She went slow and managed to get him all the way into her mouth. Granted, most of him was in her throat, but that was fine. The horny teen looked up at the older man with dark eyes, giving him a rather innocent look. As if she didn't have him in her mouth. As if there wasn't porn on the television. If anyone else were to wake up at that moment and find them, they would sure be in quite the predicament. Miley pulled herself up off Andrew. She turned her head to the side and then wrapped her tongue around him, sucking on the side of his shaft. "Mummy." She moaned. With his light touches, and sucking him off she was getting really host. "Do you want to take me now?" She asked him outright. She sat back on her feet, letting him get a good look at her now rather exposed pussy. He had pushed her panties down her thighs. It wouldn't take much more for her to take them off completely. And she wanted him desperately. She didn't let the desperation show on her face, of course. She didn't want him to know how much this meant to her. Furthermore, she wanted him so badly. Andrew moaned as he felt his cock hit the entrance to her throat, then slide into it. He could feel her struggling but pressing on until he was fully inside of her, her nose against his pubic region. "Fuck...." He moans. It had been a long, long time since anyone had managed to do that to him. He knew right then that this would not be a one time deal with her. His hand slid from her as she slid back. "You're a good cocksucker... I would love for you to do that to me all night, Miley." He responds, eyes drawn down to her smooth pussy. "Oh, I think I could agree to that. But stand up first and take your clothes off...well, I wouldn't really call them clothes...but I want to see you naked before you mount me right here on the couch." He says, the deep throating having woken him from his stupor, lust and desire now clouding his judgement and reason. ("Oh, I think I could agree to that. But stand up first and take your clothes off...well, I wouldn't really call them clothes...but I want to see you naked before you mount me right here on the couch." The father of two seemed to know exactly what he wanted from the daughter's best friend that night. Miley complied with the request getting up off the couch. She grabbed the remote and quickly changed the channel to a random music channel. The sexy sounds of Nancy Sinatra (filled the air and Miley started moving her hips in time with the music. She started by dropping her panties the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped free of the fabric and tossed them at the older man she had seduced. Miley continued to dance and tease Andrew until she was sure he couldn't take it anymore. She lifted the hem of her nightie, slowly exposing more and more of her skin only to drop it back again and start over. She smirked at him, daring him to come over and finish it himself if he couldn't take her teasing. Furthermore, she waited a minute, and then continued the strip tease. Finally, after a few more minutes of this, the sheer fabric hit the carpeted floor of the living room. Miley was standing there completely naked (in all her glory for him to see. She could feel her cheeks heat up as the gaze of this man looked over her body. Again, she knew she was attractive to a lot of people. She wanted to be attractive to him. It was hard for her to hide the feelings she had so intensely for this man, from him at this minute. But she managed. Barely. "... Do you like what you see...?" Andrews eyes never left her for a moment as she stood up. Thankfully, she changed the channel to some music...no more erotic noises to draw unwanted attention. Well, not until they started fucking. He knew that this was wrong on so many levels, but it had also been a very long time since he had been this aroused by anyone. He watched, mesmerized, as she performed a little strip tease for him. Furthermore, he would have to ask her to do that again when she was wearing more clothes. His hands moved to his cock and balls as he watched, squeezing the former and jerking the latter, keeping himself nice and hard and very ready for her. Once her nightie came off, he let his eyes roam over her perk body. He saw the glint of metal, a clit piercing!, between her legs and her countless tattoos all over her body. He had only ever been with girls with tramp-stamps - no exotic piercing or lots of body art. She would certainly be a first. He nodded his head dumbly at her question, jaw dropped, eyes staring at her exotic body. (grinned at Andrew's reaction to her question. He looked mesmerized by her. His mouth was hanging open as he looked over her exposed skin. All her tattoos on display. She hugged herself, and then walked over to him. Miley took his hands off his junk and put them on her hips, allowing him to feel her bare skin. She smiled at him, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. The kiss was a tender meaningful kiss. Did he feel how much she cared for him? How much she wanted him to make her his? This was not the moment to ask as there was a rather swollen tool pointing at her. It was begging for her attention. Miley pushed Andrew back into a reclining position so she could straddle him. She gripped his dick in her hand, and positioned herself over him. "Are you ready?" Her voice was soft, barely audible. As if for the first time she was afraid someone would hear them. When all this time she had made no move to be careful. Really she was just nervous. This was really happening! Something she had thought about for a long time... She was finally getting this. Miley bit her bottom lip and lowered herself onto the throbbing prick. "Oh god..." She breathed, feeling him pushing at her walls already. He was barely inside her. She continued her descent onto him, until their hips kissed. Then she stopped and looked at him. He was fucking huge! He was touching her in places she didn't know could be touched. Furthermore, he was so big! Furthermore, he felt so much bigger now that he was inside her. Yep, he was definitely the biggest she'd ever had. Andrew kissed her back gently as she planted her lips to his. His hands rested gently on her hips once she put them there before he settled back against the couch. His bathrobe lay open, covering his arms and shoulders but revealing his toned torso - the faint outline of abs and pectorals. He nodded his head in response to her question - he engorged cock certainly spoke for itself! He trailed his hand up her side, tracing over the larger key tattoo there, then back down to her hip as she grabbed his cock and straddled him. Furthermore, he knew they were about to cross a line that there was no returning from. It may have been possible to talk himself out of the reason she had been sucking his cock, but there was no excusing why a naked teen girl was riding your throbbing cock. There was no coming back from that. He let out a soft moan as she sank down onto his cock. She went all the way - bareback, no question about using a condom - spearing his cock deep inside of her. He felt himself twitch once she bottomed out, his own hips opening to press his cock just that little bit deeper into her." Fuck...you're so tight..." He murmurs. He had never felt a teens pussy before. Furthermore, he had been 20 when he had lost his virginity, to a girl his own age, and had never been with anyone much younger ever since. His hands on her hips slide upwards, unable to keep from touching her breasts anymore. They certainly weren't the largest - his daughter had some real firm, perky looking breasts - but they still filled his hands. He squeezed them firmly, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples." You're a very bad, bad girl..." He echoes his statement from earlier. "...aren't you..." It was more of statement than a question. ("Fuck...you're so tight..." Andrew groaned. Miley smirked. It was interesting considering that was far from a virgin. It might have just been because he was so big. That had to be it. Miley sat there in his lap, his cock deep inside her for a minute. She was getting used to being filled in such a way but something so large. The older man didn't seem to mind as he busied himself playing with her petite breasts. She didn't have the biggest breasts, but she made up for it in other ways. "You're a very bad, bad girl...aren't you..." The older man posed the question as a statement. More like he was making an observation than asking her if she was or not. She kissed him in response. After a minute of preparing herself, Miley started to move against Andrew's body. It was slow at first as she raised and lowered herself on his pole, riding him. This is really happening!! Oh my gosh!! She thought to herself. Her nipples were already hard little nubs, begging to be further teased and played with. The thought of what was happening only serving to arouse her more. I can't believe this! It's just as amazing as I thought it would be... Her thoughts were lost to pleasure as she became more enthusiastic in her movements. She moaned softly, suddenly too aware that they were not alone in the house, and she wouldn't want to alert anyone as to what was happening. Miley placed her hand on Andrew's shoulders, using his body as leverage to move better. She was really getting into it now. Andrew couldn't believe it was happening either. A hot 18-year-old girl starting to bounce up and down on his cock. He had never felt so attractive before, so confidant. She started off slow, letting him feel every inch of his cock moving in her as she raised and lowered herself on his hard pole before starting to speed up. His hands remained on her breasts and continued to massage them. But he loved playing with nipples! He captured both of hers between thumb and forefingers, tugging on them, twisting them and tweaking them as she bounced up and down. "Mm...you like that? You like how my cock feels in your cunt?" (the pleasure from having Andrew inside of her wasn't enough, what he was doing with her breasts would surely send her over the edge. His fingers seemed to know just what to do to drive her crazy. It wasn't fair. Do I drive him just as crazy? She wondered to herself, biting back a moan from the things he was doing to her. As if it couldn't be said that she was doing the things to herself. She was onto after all. She had started this, tho she hadn't anticipated that he would have bitten so easily. Webb his new wifey-doodle wasn't tickling all his fancies. Webb there was something that Miley herself could do to relieve those tensions." Mhm...you like that? You like how my cock feels in your cunt?" Miley nodded vigorously. "Mm!" The teen was only able to whine out the affirmative noise between her moans. The pleasure was mounting inside of her. She could feel it building, she was quickly approaching the edge. "Oh god I'm so close!!" She managed to whisper out to him, wrapping her arms around him. Miley buried her face in his neck, hoping to muffle her sounds of pleasure when she finally went over. They'd see how well that would work. Andrew loved the enthusiasm as she bounced on his cock, her moans bringing pleasure to his ears. His hands continued to play with her perk breasts, tweaking on her nipples. He could feel her tightening around him as she approached her orgasm before she finally did, muffling her cries against his neck. But Andrew wasn't done yet. He wanted to cum himself, and he wanted more of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled them over so that she was on her back, on the bottom cushions of the sofa. Furthermore, he scooted his legs up onto it as well so that he was laying on top of her, her legs around his waist. Furthermore, he started thrusting immediately, pumping his hips back and forth, driving his cock into her. His bathrobe, still on, covered their bodies like a blanket. (her screams of pleasure only worked so well. No one upstairs was likely to have heard them, however if anyone was on the stairs they undoubtedly would have heard her cries. Hopefully no one had. Miley huffed as she came down from her high. Her breasts heaving with every breath. Of course Andrew had other plans. He barely gave her any chance to recover. She was mild aware of him wrapping his arms around her waist. Did he want to snuggle? She was fine with that. She was fine with just about anything that he would want to do to her at that moment. Furthermore, she was feeling good and was pleased with what he was capable of." Oh!" Miley cried out when she was flipped onto her back. Suddenly Andrew was above her. He planted his hands on either side of her, just after prompting her to wrap her legs around him. He wasted no time resuming the pace she herself had set. His hips kissed hers again and again as he pumped his cock into her. Over and over again. With no chance to recover from the first mind-blowing climax, Miley was powerless to stop the next one coming on. Her toes curled from the pleasure. Miley grabbed the older man's head and pulled him in for the most passionate of kisses. She was losing the ability to keep her emotions out of it. But she had to. She didn't want to scare him off now. No not now. Not when he was balls deep in her and ready to blow his load all over her body. Not when she was so close already, again, to a climax. "Oh Andrew!" Andrew pumped his hips through her second, quick, orgasm. The girl was very sensual, it seemed, and loved the way his cock was sliding into her. He hadn't made a woman cum this much this fast in a long time so it went to his head - the one not plowing into her pussy. He grunted with effort and moaned himself, spreading his legs so his thighs press under her hamstrings, near her ass, giving him greater leverage to thrust his hard cock into her. Furthermore, he had always been somewhat aggressive when it came to the actual act of sex, and it was starting to show now. He sucked her tongue as she pulled him into a passionate kiss before pushing his tongue into her mouth, as deep as he could get it. All the while his hips bucked back and forth and the couch began to squeak in protest at the hard and unusual way it was being used. Anyone downstairs would surely have heard it and the combined sounds of their bodies slapping together, his cock slamming into her wet pussy." Fuck." He moaned. "You like that? You like the way I'm fucking you?" He adds, staring down at her, drawing in sharp, short breaths as he maintained his hard and steady pace. "Where...where do you...want me...to cum?" (was lost in a sea of pleasure. She was quickly losing any semblance of control that she had to stay relatively quiet. Luckily it seemed she wouldn't have to deal with it much longer as Andrew was quickly reaching his own peak. "Fuck." He swore, pumping in and out of her. He was moving so fast and hard that the couch itself was squeaking in protest. Miley definitely wasn't protesting. "You like that? You like the way I'm fucking you?" He asked her, his voice a low growl. The gravelly tones of his voice only turned her on more. It sent her over the edge again. Miley bit her lip to keep from screaming out her pleasure. Three orgasms in a row! That was kind of a record. She'd definitely had more but not in such quick succession. She was so sensitive at this point, every movement lit her senses on fire." Where...where do you...want me...to cum?" The strain in his voice told Miley that he was on the edge. She didn't have much time to decide. "All over me..." She whispered, wanting to feel his pleasure coat her skin. She wanted him to see his handiwork. See how much she wanted him. She didn't have to wait long to feel the hot seed on her body. She let out a low moan. His groans of pleasure were delicious, almost as delicious as the sight of him blowing his load. She looked up at him, a hungry look in her eyes. Now that she had a taste of him, she wasn't going to want to stop. Andrew grunted and moaned himself. He pressed his arms into the sofa to push himself up off of her as he reached his climax. He knelt between her legs and pulled his hard cock out of her, settling between her legs. Furthermore, he moaned as he jerked his cock furiously with his hand, her juices spreading to his hand. Furthermore, he moaned one last time before his cock erupted. His orgasm was strong, shooting cum up to her breasts, long tendrils then falling down over her belly. He jerked himself constantly, squeezing the last drops out onto her mound as his orgasm finally came down. He panted, sitting back on his heels as he knelt between her legs. Furthermore, he let go of his cock and leaned on the edge of the sofa, trying to control his breathing and his racing heart. (laid there and watched as rope after rope of hot delicious cum coated her body. It took all she had to keep from crying out at the feeling of the hot seed on her already heated skin. Yeah, she was hooked on the older man. Of course, she kind of was already, but he didn't know that. Polly for the best to not let him know just quite yet. "Feel better?" She asked him with a sultry smirk on her lips. The horny teen sat up. She grabbed the older man by his bathrobe and pulled him down for another super passionate kiss. "Our little secret?" She asked him, sure that he wouldn't want to advertise the fact that he'd just cheated on his wife, Sarah. With his daughter's best friend of all people. Yeah, he would be judged harshly if anybody found out. Miley tugged on Andrew's bottom lip lightly with her teeth. All the while, feeling his quickly deflating cock with one of her hands. "I'm going to go get cleaned up." She told him, rising to her feet. She walked across the floor to retrieve her lingerie from where she left it piled on the floor. Then she headed out of the living room, making no move to cover her obvious nakedness. She stopped in the open doorway. "I'm not going to lock the door..." Miley left the statement open, making the invitation obvious. If he wanted to join her as she cleaned up, she wasn't going to stop him. In fact, she kind of wanted him to. Andrew kissed her back as she pulled his head down, her hand stroking his softening cock. The action only served to stir his arousal, his desire for her, even more. They disentangled from each other, and he grabbed his boxers, slipping them back on as his eyes remained trained on her. She walked, naked, from the room, grabbing her lingerie along the way. Her words and suggestion made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and he remained rooted to the spot. He knew that he should return to bed and let this be a one-time thing. But watching the movement of her ass, the tattoos that graced her skin, he knew he could not resist. He followed a minute later, making sure there was no evidence of what they had done left behind on the couch. He turned the TV off along with the lights before heading upstairs. Furthermore, he paused outside the bathroom door, listening to the sound of the shower. If he went in, they'd have to be quiet and careful. He didn't want to wake anyone up. Biting his lip, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it before turning to face the shower. (was sure that the sound of her heart pounding against her chest was going to wake everyone in the house. The reality of what had just happened was just barely sinking in. She had slept with Andrew...and they might do it again! The cum-covered teen hurried up the stairs to the bathroom, not wanting anyone else who might be up to see her naked... well not anybody but Andrew of course. Did that really just happen? The tingling between her legs told her that it had. God, she wanted it again. The thought of him onto of her, inside her filled her head. She closed the door of the bathroom behind her and leaned against the door, thinking of the forbidden thing that had just happened. He'd blown his load all over her. It was still on her skin. Miley let out a shaky breath, feeling herself get heated again. He might join her. She better be ready. The inked teen started the shower water, only letting it warm for a minute before she stepped inside. True to her word, the door to the bathroom was left unlocked. Was he going to show up? Would he decide to pretend that it hadn't happened? Miley was beginning to think that he had decided that once was enough when the bathroom door opened. Miley froze in the shower, not 100% that it would be the older man. It wouldn't have been the first time that Harley had walked in on her in the shower. It also wouldn't have been the first time Harley's brother Richard had walked in on her in the shower either. Tho the former was more likely to join her in the cleaning spray than the latter party. Not that he hadn't wanted to. She could tell by the massive tent the boy had been sporting before he ran from the bathroom. The male who stepped through the open bathroom door was Andrew. Miley smirked, hiding her sigh of relief behind her confident exterior. She decided to tease him, by washing herself in front of him. She lathered up the poof that was hers and started to rub it over her curves, leaving a soapy trail behind her. Furthermore, she paid extra attention to each of her perky breasts, sure to clean them thoroughly of any semen left from their earlier tryst. Miley bit her lip and let out a soft moan, sure to entice him. The naked teen smoothed her hands over her curves, rubbing the soap into her skin with her palms. Miley looked him in the eye, making sure he was watching her as she "cleaned" her body of his cum. She would tease him to his breaking point. She wanted him to hold back until he couldn't resist her any longer. Furthermore, she wanted to break his self-control. It was more fun that way. Andrew swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly removed his bathrobe, so that he was standing in just his boxers. After a brief pause, he bent over and pulled them down as well. Straightening back up, he stood before her naked, his cock in a semi-aroused state as he watched her hands move over her own body. This was almost as risky, if not more so, than fucking her downstairs. The other occupants of his house - wife, son, daughter - were all sleeping within relative close range of this shower. If they were too load or should any of them get up in the middle of the night to pee...well, that would be a tough sell on why he was naked in the shower with Miley, his daughters' girlfriend. He had no idea what was going through her head as she locked eyes with him. He watched for a few moments more before stepping into the shower with her, stepping carefully over its lip so he wouldn't slip. The warm water splashed over his legs as he moved closer to her, careful not to get his hair wet. He never took showers so late at night - it would be hard to explain why his hair was wet to his wife if she asked, especially since he had not used their bathroom. He slid his hands to Miley's waist. "You really are a naughty girl..." He murmurs once more. (busied himself with taking his bathrobe and boxers off. Miley watched him strip still smoothing her hands over her soaped up body. He only stood there watching her for a couple of minutes before he's joining her. He opened the glass door and then stepped over the small lip to join her. Furthermore, he was careful to keep his face out of the water, didn't want to give any clue to what they were doing right? Smart man." You really are a naughty girl..." Andrew said after sliding his hands into place on her hips. Miley let out a little giggle, her arms sliding around his neck. "Are you going to punish me for being so naughty, Andrew?" She asked him, daring to bite his bottom lip. Miley pressed her lips against his in a hot kiss. A very hot but short kiss. She pulled away so she could look him in the eye. A challenge in hers. Show me what you want from me. Her eyes taunted him, inviting him to act on the things he wanted. He had followed her into the bathroom. He was naked in the shower with her after having already fucked her once on his sofa. By the state of his erection, she could tell that he was seriously considering fucking her again. The horny teen reached down between them to grab his erection. She started stroking him slowly. "I can tell you wanna. So why don't you tell me exactly what you want from me..." Andrew pressed his hips forward as she grabbed his hard cock once more. The kiss had been short but passionate. What was he doing? It was so wrong to be doing this with her in the shower his kids shared together. And it was the middle of the night as well. He could go to jail or his wife would kill him if she caught them! The girl challenged him to take more from her as well. He could think of a few ways he wanted her right then and there. But they had to be careful and quiet. "Lets start with you on your knees." He responds, sliding a hand up so he tugs on her nipples as he stood there in the shower together. "I want to watch you suck my cock again, and I always like it when a girl is on her knees." ("Lets start with you on your knees." Andrew said, reaching up to tug on Miley's nipples. She smirked at him, not hesitating to get on her knees. Another dream realized. She fought to keep her excitement off her face. This was so surreal. "I want to watch you suck my cock again, and I always like it when a girl is on her knees." Miley smirked before reaching out to wrap her fingers around the base of his cock. She held him steady in front of her face so she could stick her tongue out to lick at the tip of his cock. She smiled at his audible reaction. Furthermore, she loved the sound of his pleasure. Knowing that she pleased him turned her on more than anything else she had experienced before that moment. The teen continued to tease the erect cock in her hands, licking at him as if he were a lollipop. A big fleshy phallus shaped lollipop that tasted of sheer sexuality. Miley licked a large glob of precut right off the tip of his cock and then moaned at his taste as if he were the best taste in the universe. Her eyes met his, inviting him to give into the pleasure of her lips. Inviting him to give in to the pleasure of her. She could please him forever if he wanted. She wanted to. Andrew watched the obedient teen get to her knees and start sucking his cock. He moaned softly in pleasure before tensing his abs, bending down enough to slide his hand through her wet, red hair, bunching it up at the back, before holding his hand to the back of her head. His eyes locked with hers, and he pressed his hips forward, pressing on the back of her head with his hand, forcing two inches of his cock into her mouth. "No teasing, suck it...suck it good. If you do a good job, I may just fuck you in the ass...would you like that? Would you like to feel my cock in your ass next?" (wasn't having any of the teasing thing. He put his hand on the back of her head and forced her down his length. It scared her a little which aroused her incredibly. "No teasing, suck it...suck it good. If you do a good job, I may just fuck you in the ass...would you like that? Would you like to feel my cock in your ass next?" She looked up at him, his cock in her mouth. She made a noise of approval not really able to say anything or nod with him in her mouth. Furthermore, she started to fully service the tool in her mouth. Sucking on his length and teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue. She loved the noises he made. Her bestie in the next room and his wife just down the hall. It made the whole thing so much more incredible. They could be caught at any second. Anyone could walk through that unlocked door. Miley just loved what was happening with Andrew. It truly was a dream come true for her.

It's all in the family ♥ (Lulu&&MagicalPen)|rating:1.0

Gin takes Kira (Xander19 and Saku)

The sun shone down brightly on the Tokyo Hill as the officers of the Goya 13 gathered to watch the execution of Russia Chili. The substitute soul reaper Chico Kurosawa had stopped this. Now was the time for Solute Aiken to make his move. After removing the Holyoke from Russia, Gin Chimera and Kana me House stepped forward to show their allegiance to Aiken. Ranging Matsumoto stepped behind Gin to restrain him. Then as a beam of light came down on the three defectors, she jumped away. The ground they stood on was slowly lifted into the sky and toward the portal to Hueco Munro. Gin thought for a second as he rose up then threw out his hand as a rope of light flew toward his lenient Kira Izuku. The rope wrapped firmly around his neck and dragged him up into Hueco Munro as well. When they arrived Gin leaned in close to Kira and whispered. "You served me well in the Soul Society and you shall do so here too." He smirked at the young man and pulled him along as the captains began to set up their new empire. Kira couldn't believe that his captain would betray Soul Society, why would he do such a thing? It didn't make any sense to him, and so he had pushed the idea aside time and time again, even though his instincts warned him to tell someone. To report Gin, House and Aiken to the proper authorities, so the others would know the supposed 'death' of Captain Aiken wasn't what they thought it was. But he had trusted his captain to the utmost, never had he taken action against him for that was his duty as vice-captain. Now everything had changed. Gin had promised that Honeymoon wouldn't be hurt if he simply distracted Captain Hitsugaya for a few minutes. He had said Aiken wanted a chance to explain his side of things to Honeymoon without her guardian to mess things up. Kira knew how Hitsugaya could be at times, especially when it came to Honeymoon, and understood Gin's reasoning which was why he had done what had been asked of him. It was simple and no one got hurt, and his captain knew what he was doing he thought. Lost in his thoughts of the betrayal, Kira didn't see the rope of light fly towards him, and he gasped as it wrapped around his throat. He was dragged up into the air as he struggled to escape the rope since it was cutting off his oxygen. Down below, all the others watched as the three defectors and Kira eventually disappeared into the portal. He fell through the space and tumbled into a wall, dazing himself for a few moments. That was when he heard a familiar voice whisper into his ear and Kira blinked to focus on Chimera." Why did you do it, Captain Chimera?" Kira asked, blue eyes fixing on his captain as he waited for an answer to come from the other male. Why had he betrayed them all? A small smirk crept across Gin's face. "Well you see, there are many reason. You will just have to wait and see. Now, on your feet. We're leaving." Gin looked around and then at the other Captains. They were alone for now, but they all knew that the hollows would be on their way soon. He walked over and began to conference with the others, glancing over at Kira every so often. Aiken looked over and pointed off in the distance, and the others nodded. Gin thought back on everything that had happened and took a deep breath. He knew what he had to do and that Kira would be useful later in his plan. They all began to walk as Gin called back without turning his head, "Come boy." After wandering for a day they came to a huge dome in the middle of the sands. The hollows had not bothered them as much as they had thought so they made good time. They knew they were being followed though. Kira kept looking around and Gin would nudge him with his elbow. "Stop that. It is getting on my nerves." As they entered the dome they saw the large castle that they would be calling home from now on. They all talked amongst themselves about which wings were whose. Once Gin arrived in his new quarters he looked around. The room was plain and sparse. "This will do for now. Clean this place up. It reeks of hollows. I will be back later." Without another word he left to investigate the surrounding areas. He was begun vague, maybe on purpose. Kira frowned and got to his feet but didn't follow his captain immediately. Not like he would have back at Soul Society. No, things were different now, and he wasn't sure if he could trust him. "Why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me Honeymoon wouldn't get hurt?" He demanded, wanting to know before he moved another step. Sometimes Kira could be stubborn about certain things and this was one of them. But when Gin moved away from him and started to walk off, Kira grimaced. Even if he wanted answers, he couldn't get them without Gin and his captain was walking away. So he had no choice but to follow for the time being. However, when they were alone he wouldn't do a single thing until he got what he wanted. The blond narrowed his eyes at Gin when the silver haired reaper told him to stop looking around. "If you want me to stop, then tell me what I want to know!" He exclaimed under his breath, not wanting to draw too much attention to them from the others walking up ahead of them. Kira's mouth fell open when Gin gave him an order to clean his quarters up and then abruptly left him there. He had half a mind to ignore the orders and follow his captain until the man gave in. But his inner self told him to obey Gin and express his thoughts later when the man returned. So, reluctantly he went about the room, doing exactly what Gin had demanded from him and then took a seat inside as he waited for his captain to come back. No matter what the other said when he came in, Kira wasn't going anywhere. Not until Gin had given him a satisfactory explanation. Gin wandered through the halls of his home and thought back on his plan. He thought about telling Kira why he had brought him and that he would play a major part in saving Soul Society, but then he thought better of it. Gin knew that Kira was good with some secrets, but nothing this big. Everything had to go perfectly or he would fail. Soon, the España began to arrive thanks to Aiken. Gin despised them for being hollows even though they looked very human. Noir in particular was unbearable, he found. He sighed as he headed back to his quarters. "I still have to figure out what to tell my..." Gin paused as he thought. "What exactly is Kira now? He isn't my lieutenant anymore. Huh, I guess he is just a servant now. Is he a friend?" Gin laughed softly to himself and began walking again. Kira wasn't a friend. He barely knew the kid. He did wonder exactly why he had decided to bring him though. Furthermore, he knew that he needed him for this plan to work, but was there something more? Furthermore, he reached his door and took a deep breath to clear his head; then he headed inside. As he looked around the room was clean, just as it had been in the barracks. Kira was sitting off to the side waiting for him. He looked at the blond for a second before moving to get a drink of water. "Something on your mind boy?" Since when had he been downgraded to being addressed as a boy? Kira found the lack of respect quite annoying, and he narrowed his eyes at his captain, no hisformercaptain. For some reason he still kept thinking of him as his superior, his captain, the one he would follow loyally to the ends of the earth. But really all that had changed with his betrayal, hadn't it? "Your answer, Captain Chimera." The blond said once more, a bit aggravated that Gin would even think to ask whether something was on his mind or not. Gin paused for a moment before slowly taking a sip of his drink. "Interesting" He turned and leaned in close to Kira. His eyes opened just slightly as he spoke. "There are things going on here that will change the world. I will not have you questioning me at every turn just because you are curious. I am your captain still. Do not think that for one second you need to know everything let alone want to. You will do as I say, like you always have, or I will feed you to the hollows outside this castle." He stood and narrowed his eyes again. He was starting to have fun with this. Kira was a good soul reaper, there was no doubt about that. Gin hoped that was all he had to say, but he doubted it. He walked over and sat behind his desk, looking through some paper. "After I put you in your place that is," he added with a small smirk. Kira leaned back when Gin leaned forward and felt his heart skip a beat as the other male opened his eyes. He wasn't exactly sure what it meant when Gin did that because he couldn't remember ever seeing such a thing take place before. But when Gin threatened to feed him to the hollows outside the castle, he narrowed his own eyes at his captain. "Don't underestimate me, Captain Chimera. I am more than capable of taking out a few hollows by myself." He blinked upon hearing the silver haired reaper's next words." What do you mean by my place, sir?" He asked, unconsciously using the respectful term on his captain as he always had. Kira wasn't sure what Gin meant but wanted to know. Gin laughed softly under his breath at Kira's bravery. "I am well aware of the fact that you can handle a few hollows. I am after all, your captain. I doubt though that you could handle every hollow in Hueco Munro. Have you forgotten about the Menus? You don't stand a chance against a group of them." He stood and walked over to the sink to refill his drink. He never looked at the young man once as he moved. Furthermore, he stretched a bit then finally looked at Kira and addressed him. "As for putting you in your place, do not forget for one second that I am your superior. I will prove it should you wish it." His tone dropped to a very unamused one as he spoke this time. Kira averted his eyes when Gin spoke of tackling a group of Menus. He was skeptical about his captain sending that many after him, but then he'd never disobeyed a direct order from him before either. Then again, why should he refuse to do what the silver haired reaper asked? Despite Gin's betrayal, he still wanted to believe in him, there had to be something more to his reasoning behind it all. The blond looked away from the other male and stared into the distance. "Why did you take me with you?" He asked Gin. Did he need him for something or had he simply done it on a whim? He wondered if Gin would even answer him since he hadn't when he had asked him about Honeymoon or why he had betrayed Soul Society, so would he respond to this question or not? Gin thought for a minute before glancing off in the same direction as Kira. He then looked at the young man and debated on how to answer this question. He decided to have a bit of fun with him for a little bit longer. "My, you sure are the curious one today, aren't you? Well, that is to be expected I suppose. I wonder, is there a certain answer that you wish to hear or are you actually wondering?" Gin disappeared for a split second then reappeared behind the young man with his hand on his shoulder. He leaned in close and whispered in a mocking tone "Do you wish me to say that I love you like you love that little girl of yours?" Gin smirked before righting himself. "The truth is I have need of someone I can trust, and I have used for you. That is all you need to know for now." He turned and walked back to grab another drink. Kira tensed as Gin disappeared and then reappeared directly behind him but didn't try and move himself. He somehow knew that Gin meant him no harm, at least not at the moment anyway. "I just want to know what's going through your mind." The blond murmured but narrowed his eyes when the reaper spoke of Honeymoon. "We're not like that, Captain Chimera! I possess no romantic feelings towards Hinamori-run than anyone else." Kira said, wanting Gin to know he wasn't interested in the female reaper. Not remotely. She was a good friend and had been ever since their days at the academy, much like Atari-kun and Visage-senpai were. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect from Captain Aiken, especially since the man had betrayed Soul Society and done unspeakable things to the Central 46. Kira didn't know what the reaper wanted or what he needed, but he really didn't want to know too much. If he expressed too much interest in that, Aiken might take more of an interest in him, and he certainly didn't want that to happen. He regarded Gin for a few moments and then let out a slight sigh, knowing he wouldn't get much more of a response than that from his captain. Gin had never been one to speak much about what was going through his mind. "So what do you need me to do, Captain Chimera?" He asked, wondering what he could do that Gin couldn't get someone else. Gin smirked as thoughts raced through his head. "So, why not? She is very cute. If you don't like her maybe I will just have to pay her a visit then." He moved to the young man's side and let his hand drag across his shoulders. He began to slowly strip off his clothes until he was standing in just his hakama. Furthermore, he folded the clothes and lay them on the table. Then he pulled out a massage table and sat on top of it. "Now then, you asked what I need you to. The short answer is this, anything I say. I own you fully now, and you will obey me completely. Right now you will start with giving me a massage. It has been a long and stressful time so get to it boy." He laid out on his stomach and relaxed a bit as he waited. Kira shivered as he felt Gin's hand run over his shoulders but didn't move. He wasn't really satisfied with the answer Gin had given him, but perhaps he could wheedle it out of him bit by bit. If the reaper was in the midst of feeling good, perhaps he'd be more willing to talk more. So the lieutenant went over to the table and started to massage his captain as instructed. He didn't like the idea of being 'owned' but decided not to comment on it for now. It would only make Gin revert to a less lenient mood which wasn't desirable. "I do have a name, Captain Chimera." Kira grumbled as he went to work, still a bit annoyed with his superior on that particular matter. Why did his captain insist on calling him by a term that didn't have anything to do with his name or position? "Well yes this is true. You have many names. That is irrelevant. I will call you whatever I want." Gin stretched out a bit and relaxed. "You wanted to know what is going on, so I will tell you bit by bit as time passes. Let me start by reinforcing my statements earlier. You are alone out here, and I am the only thing keeping you alive right now. You would do well to keep me happy and serve me well. This world is ruled by power and right now you serve me. You are a servant and a guard rather than my lieutenant. Your job has shifted, and your performance will dictate your treatment. If you serve me well, I will teach you how to become stronger and will let you know more about why we are here." He turned his head away from Kira and opened his eyes for a bit then closed them completely. "Now, things have been every stressful and the launch nearly failed. Now, I want a full body massage, and I am feeling lazy so you can finish taking off my clothes. Be sure to fold them properly too. You will have to earn me calling you Kira again." He turned his head back and slid it into the face hole and relaxed completely. Kira made a face, his lips twisting into a slight scowl which was rather unusual for someone like him to make. Gin had always been like that, doing whatever he wanted with him and for the most part, Kira had accepted that. That was what a captain and his lieutenant were supposed to do since they were both in a position of authority, although the former had more than the latter. But still, he disliked how Gin treated him as if he meant nothing and yet at the same time couldn't bring himself to tell him that. After all, he did have a bit of a crush on the other male, even if he didn't want to admit that to himself or anyone else. And of course there was always the nagging feeling that he really didn't mean anything to anyone. That he was useless compared to other people. But Gin had reassured him that as long as he served him, he would do well and up until now it had been true. But now things were changing, and he wasn't sure if it was for the best or the worst. Kira wondered briefly if the best thing to do was get himself killed so he wouldn't have to deal with Gin but then rethought that. If he could survive here for a time and then somehow make his way back to Soul Society he might be able to redeem himself. So it was in his best interest to obey. For now at least. He started to give Gin a full body massage as he had instructed and then paused to remove the remaining clothing on the man's frame. Kira folded them and placed them on the table along with his other clothes. Then, he returned to giving the massage until eventually he had completed the task. The elder reaper sat up and stretched. "Mmm good boy! That felt great, the best way to relax." Gin thought for a minute before standing up and walking to the sink to get some water. "So, since it seems like we are going to be getting to know each other better here, tell me about yourself. You say that you don't want to fuck Honeymoon." He looked over his shoulder at the young man. "Who do you like to or what to fuck?" He took a sip of his water before turning back and sitting in the chair next to his clothes. He debated on getting dressed, but decided against it. "I'm going to get in the sauna. You can tell me about it there." Gin stood and walked over to the steam room and turned back before entering. "Oh and you know the rules, no clothes." With that, he stepped in and took a seat right across from the open door. "And don't keep me waiting too long" he called out. Kira was glad to hear that Gin had enjoyed his massage. He liked being of the most use to his captain and that had not changed, at least not when he wasn't thinking, it was ingrained in his soul. The blond flushed when Gin asked him who he liked or wanted to fuck and was suddenly glad that one of his eyes was covered by his long blond hair. "I don't think about such things, Captain Chimera." He muttered, averting the only eye the other reaper could see. Kira cleared his throat and moistened his lips as he turned back to Gin. But before he could say anything, the other beat him to the punch. He blinked in surprise." The sauna?" He echoed, and his cheeks took on a decidedly pink color when Gin reminded him that he needed to go in naked. "I-I'll pass..." Kira managed to get out and stood by the edge of the sauna, hoping the other male wouldn't order him to come in. Because Kira could never disobey a direct order from his superior. Gin stretched out and sat down, laying his arms across the back rest. He inhaled deeply and ran through the recent events in his head. "Oh come on we're both men here. I know there is at least someone you want. There aren't many people to talk to around here so you better get used to talking to me. Besides, you want me to trust you right? How can I trust you with my mission if you can't even tell me something like that. Fine, I will even change the question. Who do you like?" He twitched a bit as the young man refused to enter. "Get in here that's an order! It seems quite boring to sit here alone." He sighed softly and poured more watch over the rocks. He began to think about how he seemed to have gained more power over his now former lieutenant. This thought made him curious to see just how far he could take it. Gin knew that he didn't have many friends here, and he had fewer he could truly trust. He also began to wonder how he would handle being away from everyone. He had a mission and knew what he had to do. Furthermore, he did have to test the young reaper to make sure he could serve him as he needed. Back in Soul Society, Kira hadn't really been that talkative, at least not after he had been taken into the third by Gin himself. Yes, he hung out with Honeymoon, Atari and Visage, but they weren't people he could be entirely truthful with. Most of his time was spent alone doing tasks his captain wanted him to do. When he had some rare free time, he spent it watching and listening to others which was how he had picked up on the little nuances that everyone else seemed to be oblivious to. It was also how he had become most perceptive at picking up on subtle differences in people. He knew things about everyone. But was the quietest reaper in Karate and never spoke up unless it was important. Or if someone's life depended on it. He would protect anyone under his command with his life if need be and would do anything for his captain. Part of this was due to fear of angering Gin and the other part was due to his crush on the older male. Sometimes he wondered if he were a masochist due to all the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his captain. Part of it was mental and part of it was physical. He had never reported it because Gin was his captain and he could never go against his captain in such a manner. To Kira, it was unthinkable. Gin had never gone all the way with him, but he had come close to it a few times. But it seemed he liked to toy with him more than actually going through with the acts, although Kira never once doubted that the man might do it one day. The man was like a ticking time bomb and Kira was the one who was trying to diffuse it. Back in the present, he could feel his heart beating faster when Gin asked who he liked and Kira swallowed hard, unable to bring himself to confess to the other male. But if he didn't, he was sure Gin would get angry and drag him into the sauna by his hair which wasn't something he wanted to have happened here. But maybe he could avoid telling Gin who he liked by going into the sauna and changing the conversation. That was his only hope and Kira quickly started to strip off his clothing and wrapped a towel around his waist as he went into the small room. He'd obeyed but not fully since he was naked and not clothed, but he had a towel around his waist at the same time. Kira took a seat near Gin and cleared his throat, trying to calm his racing heart. "Who do you like, Captain Chimera?" He asked, knowing enough not to try and change the conversation instantly away from the subject or Gin might pick up on what he was trying to do now. However, if he took it one step at a time he might be able to get away with it. First, he needed to draw the attention away from himself and onto Gin. Gin relaxed and inhaled the steam deeply. He watched as Kira entered and sat down from the corner of his eye. "What is that towel doing on you? I told you to be naked. Do you think that you are too good for me to see you?" He kept his tone soft and calm, but there was a certain edge too it that the young man knew all too well by now. Gin had been around too long to be sidetracked by some simple move like that. He was a captain after all, and that meant that his mind had to be sharp at all times. The young man's question did open up a new path though. "Why should I tell you such a thing when you refuse to follow a simple order? Not only that, but something that is simply a male norm. You say you want to know what is going on, and yet, you pull a stunt like that." He let his head slowly roll back against the wall. "It is a shame, because you were doing so well too. Now if you want to know things and to earn my trust you will have to work at it." He turned his head slowly to face him. "So, you can remove the towel, or I will." Kira shook his head quickly when Gin started to express his disapproval in what he had done. "No, sir." He murmured and a bit down on his lip as he stared at the floor in the sauna for a few seconds. The blond abruptly realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere if he continued along this particular path and as much as he hated it, he needed to expose himself to his captain. But it shouldn't be that bad, it wasn't as if Gin was going to do anything to him, right? Still, Kira wasn't eager to reveal himself because he was afraid of Gin's possible comments. Or worse, his actions. No one ever knew what Gin was capable of. He seemed to shrink into himself as Gin turned his head to face him and Kira's fingers went to his waist as he reluctantly undid the towel and let it fall onto his lap. Kira had a brief hope that perhaps Gin wouldn't remove the material from that location but had a feeling the other male wasn't that nice. Gin watched him carefully. "I see." Is all he said before reaching over in the blink of an eye and grabbing the towel that covered the young man's crotch roughly, being sure to grab some tender flesh as well. "Now, I hope we won't be having an issue with you following my orders. You seem to think that I won't do anything. Let me tell you that I will. We're both men here, so let's start acting like it shall we? You be a good boy and listen to me and I will be sure to take care of you." He pulled a bit before releasing the flesh from his hand before yanking the towel off and throwing it outside the door. "You were doing so well too." The elder reaper sat back against the wall thinking. "You still have yet to answer my question. I think it would be a good choice to do so right now." Kira squeaked as Gin grabbed the towel and some of the tender flesh beneath. But he didn't dare express his discomfort to the other male. He shook his head quickly at Gin's words, not wanting to upset the older reaper. Fuck, that last touch had caused him to go hard, and he shifted his legs, attempting to hide his growing erection from sight as the towel was thrown away. The blond's hands went down to cover himself instinctively and strands of blond hair fell over his face, covering his lone visible eye from sight as a result. Even worse was the fact that Gin had not forgotten his earlier question and voiced it again. He knew by now that Gin wouldn't let go of this, and they would sit here forever if he didn't answer. But Kira wasn't good at telling lies and Gin would spot it almost instantly which would probably make him quite mad at him. So the only option left was to tell the truth, however the mere thought of letting the man know who he liked was mortifying, especially sitting here in this room with both of them naked. His cheeks burned at the thought, and he was glad his hair was acting as a shield. "Captain Chimera..." He muttered in an almost inaudible voice. It was hard to tell what he meant and Gin could take Kira's words either way. The silver haired man could take it to mean Kira was simply addressing him, or he could take it in the way it was meant to be. It all depended on how cruel he was. Gin smirked a bit at his discomfort, arousal, and his admission. He had known for a while by the way the young soul reaper followed him, and he had been testing him since then. Now they were all alone, and he was going to have some real fun with the boy. "Well, that's a dead give away to the meaning of those words. Silly boy. Are you embarrassed? A man should be proud of himself, not hide it. Move your hands now." Now he was just toying with his prey before he truly struck. He wanted to take his time, but he was enjoying this a bit. He was starting to get aroused himself, though unlike Kira, he decided to casually cover himself with his legs. Furthermore, he watched the young man discretely but carefully, and he waited. Red. That was the color of Kira's face right now, hidden beneath that waterfall of blond hair. He swallowed hard when Gin told him to move his hands and Kira bit his lip, his heart beating a million miles an hour. But he ended up obeying his superior and tried to cross his legs to avoid being completely exposed to the man he had a crush on. "S-so... who do you like, Captain Chimera?" He said again, trying desperately to focus the conversation off him and onto the silver haired male. Unable to hide himself with his hands and having nothing to cover himself with, Kira locked his legs as best he could. That seemed his only hope. Gin watched as the young blond squirmed and felt enjoyment deep down from it. "Who I like is not important. Why are still talking about you here. Now, stand up. As your superior, I must make sure you are taking care of yourself." He planned on humiliating the boy a bit before really getting into it with him. He wasn't going to answer Kira's question ever. There was no way that he could tell him about Matsumoto. He didn't dislike Kira, but no one would ever know about her, or what happened all those years ago. "Now, it is time for your inspection. I have not been able to give you a full inspection until now. I plan to take full advantage of this fact." Kira's jaw dropped when he heard the order to stand up and his heart plummeted off a cliff as a result. "I-I have been!" He exclaimed, not wanting to do what the other male had demanded. But at the same time, he didn't want to disobey Gin either and feared what the man might do to him if he didn't comply. Being thrown out to fend for himself against hollows was preferable, at least he'd die with his pride intact. But doing what Gin had asked was almost unthinkable. "I don't think this is necessary, Captain Chimera." He managed to get out, attempting to appeal to Gin's logical side. Gin sat perfectly still for a minute. He was going to test Kira's resolve on this. He slowly began tapping his finger on the wooden board. Furthermore, he began to plan out his moves. Furthermore, he knew the young man would break and that he would obey like he always did. "If that is the truth, then you have nothing to hide. Stand in front of me." As much as he wanted to stand his ground, Kira found himself obeying instinctively. He stood, his mind demanding to know why he was giving in to the other reaper, and swallowed hard as he remained on his feet in front of Gin. Now, he was completely exposed and vulnerable which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and his cheeks took on a reddish tint once more. The lone blue eye that could be seen beneath the waterfall of blond hair averted away and tried to look anywhere but at Gin as he remained standing, awaiting further orders. Gin smiled darkly as Kira stood before him. "Good boy." He eyed the embarrassed young man carefully. He seemed to be in good shape, though a bit on the skinny side. Furthermore, he knew he wasn't the strongest in Soul Society, but he was a very good soul reaper. Gin slowly stood and circled Kira once before squeezing his arms and pressing his chest to feel his muscles. He then moved to his legs and gave them a squeeze as well. He had to admit that the blond was quite toned for his size. A smirk played across his face as he reached back and cupped the reapers buttocks. "Hamm not bad" he said still leaning close. Kira remained still as Gin stood up and circled around him, feeling as if he was on display at an auction. He tensed when the reaper started to touch him but forced himself to endure for as long as he could. But when Gin's hand reached back and cupped the cheeks of his ass, the blond jumped, startled that the other man would do something so intimate to him. "Are you done?" He asked, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, his heart beating quite fast. Fuck, if this continued for much longer, he would begin to sport an erection. Luckily the steam in the sauna might hide him from view later on but not now! "We're just getting started here my boy. You need to learn to relax and just do as you are told." He gently ran his hands over his body and back down his buttocks. He quickly and roughly jammed his two fingers up the young man's ass without warning. "That is for not listening the first time bitch." He laughed darkly as he twisted his finger inside of him. "Hamm you don't keep very clean, do you? I thought you said you take care of yourself. Are you lying to me? That wouldn't be good." He gave his fingers another push to make his point. No, this was wrong, and he didn't want to submit to this, but he couldn't make himself turn away from Gin. But when the older reaper jammed two fingers up his unprepared ass, Kira let out a yelp of pain and instinctively shot forward, attempting to escape the unexpected intrusion. He squirmed, trying to turn to the side and away from Gin in order to rid himself of the questing fingers. "Captain Chimera, please stop!" Kira exclaimed, not liking this at all. He yelped again as the fingers twisted inside him and his hands went behind him to try and pull and tug the invading digits out. How could his captain do something like this to him? Gin laughed openly at the young man's struggles. "My fingers will leave your ass when I want them too. You should know this." He twisted his fingers before pulling them out and looking at them. Normally he likes the smells of those he is with. The scent of them is one of the biggest factors as to whom he is attracted. He took one quick glance at his fingers and the new darker tinge to them told him instantly what the scent is. He held his fingers up in from of Kira's face as he stood just a foot away from him. "Is this what you call taking care of yourself? I call this dirty." He paused for a second to see the fear spread as the infinite possibilities ran through his mind. Gin then shoved his fingers in the boy's mouth. "Since you can't keep yourself clean you will have to clean me! Make sure to get it all. Maybe this is the only way to teacher you." He knew Kira had never done anything like this, and that was a major plus for Gin. He let his eyes trail down his body as the young reaper squirmed under his hold. Nothing he did or said seemed to have any effect on the other reaper. Kira bit back another yelp as he felt the fingers twist inside him once more. But he was relieved when Gin finally pulled the digits out and his hole twitched for a moment as if it was trying to find something to fill it. He flinched as Gin held his fingers up in front of his face and lectured him about what he thought taking care of himself meant. Kira nodded quickly, not wanting to anger the other male any further. But when Gin shoved those same fingers into his mouth, he instantly started to gag at the taste of himself on them. Kira backed up, needing to get away. Of course, he knew it wasn't the right path to take, but he couldn't help his instinctual reaction. Now that Gin wasn't holding him in place any longer with his fingers and body, an opportunity had opened up, but Kira wasn't sure if he had the courage to take it. He could try and flee from the sauna but that in turn would inspire Gin's wrath. Still, he didn't want to be subjected to any more of this particular entertainment Gin had thought up. Kira continued to back up but slower this time as if he was uncertain whether to take that drastic move which would seal his fate. He was extremely nervous but also confused. Gin smiled and hooked his fingers within the young man's mouth and pulled him back toward him. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere." He wrapped an arm around the boy's waist and pulled him against the older reaper. "Why do you still struggle? You know you can't win." He pulled his now clean fingers from Kira's mouth and smiled. "Good boy, but you have yet to fully listen." He wiped his fingers on the blond's chest before quickly driving the heel of his palm into his diaphragm to knock the wind out of him and put him on his knees. Kira's heart was beating wildly by now and a whimper escaped his lips as Gin wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back. He gasped as the reaper knocked the breath out of him and dropped to the floor beside his captain. Struggling to breathe, he remained on his knees, hoping Gin would give him enough time to recover before he started the next phase of whatever wicked plans he had in mind. Gin gently petted the young man's soft hair as he watched him struggle. He smiled to himself. "That's a good boy, on your knees where you belong." Gin stepped so he was now just inches from his face. "Now then, are you going to start to listen to me?" Kira looked up as his captain came around to him and started to pat his hair as if he were a pet. He finally regained his breath and looked up at Gin from beneath that waterfall of blond hair. "What do you want from me, Captain Chimera?" The blond asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly as he waited to hear what the other male would say in response. He wasn't sure if what he had just said was the right thing to do, but it was the only thing he could come up with that wouldn't cause him any further discomfort. Still naked, Kira was well aware of his state of undress, and it continued to bother him, but there was nothing he could do. "I have told you that already. I want you to listen to me. I want you to follow my orders as I give them. Have you not been listening?" Gin quickly grabbed a fistful of blond hair and pulled hard. "That's a shame. You better start learning fast. First you are going to prove your devotion to me. You will give me a complete, head to toe, tongue bath. Do you understand?" He yanked the young man's head again for emphasis. "Ow!" He cried out as Gin reached down to grab a fistful of his hair and pulled hard on the strands. Tears sprang to his eyes as Kira's hands reached up to try and pry Gin's fingers away from his hair. "Yes! I understand, Captain Chimera!" He gasped out, his scalp burning from the rough way it was being treated. "Please forgive me!" Kira said, trembling as he tried to push Gin's hands down a bit, so the pressure might be lighter. His heart was pounding a million miles a minute and all he wanted to do now was make sure Gin knew he would obey. Kira disliked this side of his captain and didn't want to ever see it appear, especially with him. "Good" Gin shoved the young man on his back and walked over him, straddling him as he went. He stretched out a bit before laying face down on the massage table again. "Get in here and start now. Make sure you don't miss a spot." The older reaper's body was covered in sweat from the sauna. He thought to himself of where to go from here. Kira stumbled as Gin shoved him onto his back and released his hair from the tight hold he'd had earlier. He squeaked as the other male walked over him but dared not try and move out of the way, not right now. The blond picked himself up and made his way over to the massage table where he was given instructions by his captain on what to do, even though he had known the general gist of it. Kira took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he prepared himself mentally as to what he was going to attempt. Moistening his lips, he leaned down and began to start with Gin's neck since his hair wasn't an option, at least in Kira's opinion. Right? Kira let his tongue soak up all the sweat that had accumulated on Gin's upper body and when he was done, he started to make his way downward. He was a bit reluctant to go near the reaper's ass but went as close as he could before heading down the male's legs and stopped at his feet. Then, he went back up the sides and when he was done, Kira cleared his throat as he licked his lips, consuming any sweat remaining on the outside of his mouth. "Shall I get you a towel now, Captain Chimera?" He asked, waiting for a response to come forth from the other male. That was the logical next step, and he was sure he'd done a good job. Gin laughed to himself. "You aren't done by a long shot. You missed the spot that needs the most attention. Not to mention the fact that you have a whole other side to do. Get back to it." He relaxed into the table. This was going to be fun. He would show Kira things he never knew existed. He smiled and waited. No, his job was not done, he should have known it wouldn't be that easy to complete. Kira could tell that Gin wanted him to give his ass a tongue bath, and he really didn't want to do that because that area was unclean. But he couldn't run away either because Gin would catch him, he was sure of it and the repercussions of trying to escape would not be good. Kira had no choice in the matter, and yet he was unable to force himself to do something like this, at least not right off the bat. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he worked his nerve up and then finally gingerly went to the table and leaned down over Gin once more. He told himself not to think too much about it and let his tongue run up over the cheeks of Gin's ass. That wasn't so bad, but he hadn't gotten to the worst part of this 'bath' and he swallowed hard at the thought. Kira used his tongue to delve into the crack of the other male's butt and grimaced at the smell and taste, holding himself back a bit to avoid gagging and hoped it would be enough to please the reaper. Of course, he didn't withdraw yet because he wasn't sure if he could return if he went up for fresh air and did his best to make sure Gin was satisfied. He had to be, Kira was doing the best he could, that had to be enough. Gin smiled as he felt the young tongue sliding between his ass cheeks. He let him linger there and get used to it. "Very good boy. That's enough of that for now." He turned over on his back. "Now time to do the other half. Oh, and save the happy ending for the end. I don't want you getting distracted." He smirked a bit at this. He knew what the boy wanted. Furthermore, he would just have to wait a bit longer. Kira was quite happy that it was finally over, and he instantly drew back from the other male. He leaned forward quickly and started to give Gin's front part a tongue bath, wanting to get this done with as soon as he could. Before too long he had finished except for the reaper's groin area and bit his lip when he saw Gin's member lying against his stomach. The blond let his tongue trail up the underside of the organ and then down the sides, moving quickly so he wouldn't end up getting the cock hard enough for Gin to want him to go further. He ended with a brief lick at the head of the cock and then licked the balls and the underside. Standing back up, he cleared his throat, trying not to lose control of himself as he forced a blush away from his cheeks. "I'll go get a towel for you now." Kira said, not wanting to remain here any longer. He'd done everything Gin had asked and now had to get away before he could come up with any further scenarios. "Stop right there. I didn't say you were finished. Get back here boy" Gin stretched out a bit and relaxed. He wasn't going to let Kira get away that fast. "Get back here and make it worth my while" he knew the young man wanted to be done with it, but he was going to get his way. Of course, Gin wouldn't let him go and Kira stopped at the door reluctantly. He turned and slowly made his way back over to where Gin waited for him and stood there. What else did the other male want from him? He had already done everything his captain had demanded. "What do you want from me, Captain Chimera?" Kira asked, wondering what new torture Gin had in store. The sliver haired reaper stayed where he was and just tucked his hands under his head. "I want everything of course and that is what I shall have. You seemed to have rushed a crucial part of your last task boy. Can you guess what it was?" He smirked to himself, never even looking at the younger man. He was toying with him like a cat toys with an injured mouse. Furthermore, he was enjoying the game, but it was time to get things really started. "No, I've done everything you asked." Kira said, not wanting to think about what it might be that Gin was referring to. That was something he didn't want to think about. All the man had asked for was a tongue bath, and he'd given him one, even though by all rights his captain should not have demanded of him, after all that was not what he was there for. Still, it was rather hard for him to go against a direct order, he'd been raised to obey his superiors. "Yes, that you have. That doesn't mean you're done though. The ending wasn't as happy as it could have been." Gin looked over at the young man now out of the corner of his eye. "You want to make your captain happy don't you?" He watched Kira's reaction carefully to decide his next move. Of course, he'd done as his captain had asked, but there were some lines he wasn't willing to cross. Not even for this particular man. "It was the best I could do, considering the action." Kira replied and took a deep breath as he averted his eyes. "And yes, I do want to make you happy, but I'm not really comfortable doing anything that involves my tongue..." He managed to get out and cleared his throat. "That's not what a captain would expect his lieutenant to do..." The blond added and chewed on his bottom lip as he waited to hear what Gin might say next. Gin's eyes flashed with anger for a second. "So you are an expert on the mind of a captain now? Did I miss your promotion ceremony? I would watch the way you speak of things you don't know boy. Now, I am your superior and I suggest you get over here and finish what you started. Remember where you are." Gin was starting to get annoyed, Kira had always listened to him. He knew the new settings were unnerving the boy. There was no way he was going to get his captain to back down from this particular subject and Kira was beginning to realize that it was in his best interest to just get it over with as quickly as possible. Once Gin had grown tired of this he would stop and Kira would be left on his own again, and he was seriously starting to think about finding a way to escape from this place. Yes, he had loyalty to his captain but at the same time hadn't he been betrayed by him too? Gin had left Soul Society with Aiken and Token, the silver haired male had lied to him when it came to not hurting Honeymoon and then had taken him away from the place as well without even saying anything about it beforehand. True, it was going to be really difficult to find a way back to Soul Society, but he was sure he could find a way to return. Maybe someone would open up a door to the other world, and he could slip in and return that way. The blond bit his lip when Gin snapped at him and swallowed hard, not liking to be spoken to in such a manner, especially from the man he'd served for years. Yes, Gin hadn't been the best of captains and had abused him sometimes but nothing too serious. A smack here and there and maybe a punch now and then but that was the limit of physical abuse he'd suffered. Mostly it had been mental abuse, probably because Gin hadn't wanted to draw attention to their 'special' relationship and knew Kira wouldn't tell anyone what happened. But now everything was different and Kira wasn't sure whether his loyalty lay with Gin or with Soul Society due to the betrayal and that in turn was making him question things that he never had the courage to do before. If Gin didn't take action in showing Kira who was in charge and what would happen if he disobeyed, the blond might slip away from him. No words were spoken as Kira very reluctantly came over and went down on his knees before his captain. Leaning forward, he started to lick around the area that had been given limited attention earlier and eventually started to lick Gin's cock in earnest. He did not take the organ into his mouth though because that was not what had been specified. A tongue bath was what Gin had wanted and that was what he was going to get. No more. Gin relaxed for a bit, feeling the young man's soft tongue on him. He certainly knew what he was doing. The reluctance seemed to fade away as he began. While Kira's tongue felt good, it was being to just be a tease. Gin wanted more. He debated on ordering the young man, but than thought better of it. "It's time to have some fun now" Was all Gin said as he reached out and grabbed a fist full of blond hair and thrust his hips up as he pushed the other males head down, embedding his cock deep in the young man's throat. Before Kira could process what Gin had just said, his mouth was full of cock, and he was unprepared as a sudden thrust of the other male's hips sent the organ straight to the back of his throat. Choking, he instinctively struggled to draw back from Gin but due to the reaper's grip on his hair he was unable to move much. The blond's eyes started to water, and he started to panic but quickly realized that the only way he was going to get through this was to try and relax. The most important thing right now was to find a way to breathe and since he couldn't pull back, the only other option left was to search for another option. He swallowed as much of the cock in his mouth as he could and as the organ went down his throat, he found it possible to breathe through his nose. Eyes still watering, Kira breathed as much as he could and let Gin fuck his mouth as he tried to simply bear it. One bit of comfort was that he knew it wouldn't go on forever, Gin would eventually climax, and then he'd be released. Gin fucked the young man's throat and sat up on his elbow. Gin's hips thrust up in a fast, constant rhythm. A small laugh came from the older reaper's throat as he sees his eyes tear up. "There you go boy, just relax. We both know you love it." Kira couldn't say much with his mouth full of cock, but his heart pounded as he tried to keep up with Gin's fast rhythm. In fact, his lips began to move around the cock in order to help speed along the process, and he attempted to use his throat muscles to make the experience more pleasurable for his captain. The tight grip on his hair remained, but Kira was gradually becoming more used to his current position so it wasn't that bad anymore. He still didn't like it, but there was no other option than to get Gin off and hope he would be released quickly afterward. His hands were already occupied, one had planted itself against the table Gin was lying upon while the other had gone up to try and ease the pressure off his hair. Gin moaned as he felt the boy's lips and throat begin to move. "That's a good boy. Work for it. My me cum." He casually pushed Kira's hand away. "This is my show. Just enjoy it." Gin thought for a minute before yanking the young man up by his hair. He lifted him a few inches off the ground and looked him over. "Strip...now." He looked deeply into Kira's eyes and smirked, seeing the fear that resided there. Kira's left hand continued to brace himself up against the table Gin was currently lying upon while his right hand was pushed away from his hair by the other male. A muscle in his cheek twitched when Gin told him to just enjoy it, and he wanted to shove his superior back and leave but didn't really have the courage to do that. Kira yelped as the grip on his hair tightened and pulled him up off Gin's cock, freeing his throat and mouth in the process. Both hands immediately went up to his hair to try and take some of the pressure off and his eyes watered. The blond's heart skipped a beat when Gin ordered him to strip, but then confusion could be seen in his eyes. "How?" He managed to get out, not understanding Gin, for Kira was already naked. Gin had forced him to be that way before he had entered the sauna and the tongue bath had come right after that, so he hadn't had time to re-dress. Or the opportunity for that matter. Could this be another mind trick his captain was playing on him? "How? You question me?" Gin smirked. He liked toying with the boy. He let the boy hang there for a minute. Gin's eyes scanned him for second. His hand reached out and gripped the young man's balls tightly. "I gave you an order boy. You will obey." His eyes filled with rage and burned deeply into Kira's. Then he laughed deeply and eased his grip slightly. "I'm just messing with you." He stood up and pushed him down onto his knees. "Now, where were we?" Gin thrust his hips foreword and shoved his cock back down the young man's throat. Kira cried out when Gin's fingers curled around his balls and gripped them tightly, pain immediately shooting through his lower body. His mind whirled as Gin once more told him to obey and the blond ran through every possible option available to him. How could he strip when he'd already taken off all his clothes earlier? Before he could come up with something, the other male confessed that he had just been messing with him and Kira blinked, not sure whether to be relieved or afraid. He let out a muffled exclamation of surprise when Gin thrust himself back down his throat and ended up choking once more since he was unprepared for the act. Once more, he tried to use his mouth, throat and tongue to attempt to get Gin off quickly. Quicker was better, it made him suffer less and that was a good thing. Gin laughed as he fucked Kira's face. He moaned as he felt the young man's mouth working more and more. Kira seemed to know what he was doing. "I know what you are trying to do. Don't think I am as fast as some of those little boys you sucked off at the barracks." He kept thrusting and held his head softly now. He watched the boy closely as he planned his next moves. Now, normally Kira was quite submissive, especially when it came to Gin but this time he seemed to snap at the other male's words. He drew back, away from Gin's cock and glared up at him, the look very surprising to see on the blond's face since he didn't portray it very often. "Excuse me? I'll have you know I am not gay, in fact I'm very straight. If you had given me a choice in this matter, I wouldn't have done it at all. And I don't appreciate the implications you seem to have of me." Kira stated and scooted far enough away from Gin so when he stood, the other male wouldn't be able to grab hold of him instantly. Then, he stood and stalked towards the door, not about to run the risk of trying to grab his clothes. He could always find other clothes here. All he needed to do right now was get out of that room. He wondered if Gin would stop him and if the man did try to do so, how he would do it. Would he use flash step and appear in front of him or would he simply try and jump after him before he reached the door? Kira knew he needed to have some sort of plan in mind, and he decided on using kids to distract Gin and then use flash step to get away quickly. As soon as Gin made a single move, the blond would instantly cast a binding kids and then a stunning kids directly after that, along with a smoke kids that would allow him to make use of his flash step to make his escape. Gin looked over his shoulder, not bothering to face the young man as he walked away. He mumbled under his breath just loud enough for him to hear "Bakugo 61: Six rod prison" and pointed at him. The rods caught Kira and held him facing away from Gin, unable to turn around. "My, you seem to have lost your mind there. You were doing so well too. You seem offended by my comments, yet you knew how to work your mouth just fine on me. Furthermore, you obviously had practice somewhere." He slowly turned and strolled over to him. "What to do, what to do." He traced the young man's spine with the tip of his finger ever so gently. He walked in front of Kira and looked down at him, half bend over and held there by the rods of light. Without pulling back, Gin reached out and punched him on the cheek. "That was a mistake." Of course, he hadn't thought Gin would instantly try a kids spell on him and Kira cursed silently about not thinking of that. Well it was too late now obviously. He narrowed his eyes at the other male when Gin spoke of how skilled he seemed to be earlier with his mouth. A faint flush came to his cheeks and he averted his eyes. "I... may have read a few things here and there. And... watched a few videos... when I was down in the world of the living..." Kira muttered and cleared his throat. "But that doesn't mean I have actual experience!" He exclaimed and grunted when Gin punched him on the cheek, his head snapping to the side from the force of the blow. "No matter what you do, you can't make me be into men."" Some people just aren't attracted to the same sex." The blond said with a sigh and an image of Kenji flickered through his mind for a brief instant. Gin gripped his face under his chin and lifted it to look at his. "I don't see why you argue this. The result will be the same, maybe a bit more uncomfortable for you is all." Gin smirked and tossed the young man's head to the side before stepping around him. As he moved behind him, the older reaper inspected his ass. He thought about everything he was going to do and decided to toy with him a bit more. He began rustling through a small bag behind the young man out of sight. Furthermore, he began to devote part of his attention to breaking the kids spell that held him captive. Of course, he kept a wary eye on Gin as well, hoping to distract him from what he was doing and so far it seemed to be working which was a relief. Kira tensed when the silver haired reaper moved behind him but when nothing happened, his brow furrowed. What was Gin doing back there? He couldn't feel anything, and then he heard the rustling of material which sounded like a bag of some sort. "What are you doing?" Kira asked, wanting to know what the other male was up to as he continued to work at the spell. "As if you need to know right now. You will find out when I want you to. You seem to forget your position here in this new world." Gin said quietly as he rolled his hand through the bag again before setting it aside. What the young man couldn't see was the leather bullwhip in Gin's hand now. As quietly as he could, the silver haired reaper flicked the whip back then swung it forward and cracked it right on the young man's back. The tip sliced a small line through his pale skin. A dark smile crept over Gin's face as he began to unwind and become more active. Of course, he expected Gin to do something he didn't like to him but exactly what that particular thing might be was unknown. Still, he half-expected the other male to rape him judging from what he had been hinting up until this moment. So, when the older male did nothing of the sort he was somewhat surprised and wondered why a part of him deep down almost felt disappointed. As the whip came down on his back, Kira screamed as pain shot through his body and as a thin line of blood appeared on his skin, he whimpered not wanting to be put through anymore. He had never been one to have a high pain tolerance threshold and had always done his best not to anger his superiors. But now things had changed, and he wondered if he would be strong enough to endure it. Gin brought the whip back and cracked it down four more times before pausing. He stopped and looked at his work. Then, he gently ran his hand across the young man's pale, ravaged, back. He turned his head to see Kira's reaction. "I don't know why you push me to these lines' boy. You knew all you had to do was listen to my instructions and be respectful. It seems though that you need force keeping you in line. That is good to know. I will remember that from now on. This could have gone so much easier, and I would have been kinder so much longer. You seem to have mistaken my kindness for weakness. It will cost you." He smirked as he drew back and punched Kira right on his cheek. This was just the beginning. By now his cheek wasn't bothering him nearly as much as the lashes were. Kira cried out again as the whip descended upon his back and tried to block out the pain with only limited success. He whimpered as Gin ran a hand across his ravaged back and twisted in the kids that still bound him in place. Gin's words made him break out into a cold sweat, and he shook his head quickly, not wanting the other male to get the wrong impression. "N-no... I didn't mean to-" He started to say but was cut off when the former captain punched him on the cheek once more. Unfortunately, it was the same one he had targeted earlier. As a result, once more, pain began to blossom in that spot as Kira bit down on his lip to keep from crying out again. What could he say to make things go back to how they were before? He wasn't entirely sure and could feel his heart beating wildly as he tried to come up with a plan of action. Even if he could break the kids that bound him, what would he do afterward? Gin wouldn't be pleased, and he dared not run off from him because that would only cause him more trouble in the end. That was something he definitely wanted to avoid for as long as he could. "I'm sorry..." He murmured, the words only barely audible. "I'm done playing games with you boy." The silver haired reaper said. He stood in front of Kira, still naked, with his cock hard as steel. "I have already punished you. Now, it is time for you to show me how sorry you are." Gin snaked his hand through his hair over his scalp and grabbed a fistful of blond hair. He yanked his head up and looked deeply into the boy's eyes. He saw the thought in his eyes and the fear it was trying to mask. "You denied me my pleasure and I have given you pain. Care to make a better choice?" He threw the younger man's head to the side and stood up in front of him, Kira's head right in front of his waist. Kira tensed, resisting the urge to curl up into a little ball when Gin grasped his hair. He was forced to look up at his superior and swallowed hard, wondering if Gin was going to keep hurting him or not. Then, the man unexpectedly released his head and Kira took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he tried to calm himself down. When Gin moved closer to him until his waist was right in front of him, the blond leaned forward, closing the short distance between them. He took the silver haired reaper's cock into his mouth and started to suck on it as best he could from this particular position. He had never considered Gin to be gay, the man had always teased others, but he had thought it was simply a mask to hide how he really felt inside which was loneliness. However, now he was seriously reconsidering those thoughts. He continued to suck on the other male's cock, letting his tongue run up and down the sides of the organ as he worked to bring Gin to climax. Once that happened, he would surely be let go, right? What more could Gin ask from him that he hadn't already given? All this had started from just giving the reaper a massage, who could have known it would proceed this far? Kira shuddered at the thought.

Gin takes Kira (Xander19 and Saku)|rating:2.0

Love and Perversions (Holly Marlow and myself)

(odd sense of anticipation, and a little worry, filled him as he navigated the Jeep through traffic. At every stop light he had more time to ponder the evening, and more the last six months that had led up to tonight. After the trip to the cabin, home life was certainly different, but good. It was nice to live with someone and work out a new routine...one that included shaving every morning. His students hardly recognized him, and harassed him for having lost a bet or something. Jason just smiled at the taunts of high schoolers, knowing exactly how much his flexibility had gained him. Mina moved into the master bedroom, and they turned her old room into an office of sorts. It was needed, for all three of them. If anyone was in there, it was all business; be it his grading papers and working on lesson plans, Mina doing research for work, or Amanda working on a site for a client. The only nonwork that happened in there was when Jason would meet Amanda online to game. Usually that was the latest thing from Borderlands, and hearing the petite blonde swear up a storm over his headsets made him laugh more than the game did. Of course there was one other nonwork related event in that room, about two months ago. A weekend when Amanda was over (which was most, unless she was out of town on business) and he stood naked before two beautiful women as every imaginable measurement was taken, recorded, and input onto some website Amanda knew. Measurements for his own latex suits, to include hoods, so that he could join the girls in their kinks outside his apartment. While perverted, wonderful sex and fun was had, Jason could tell keeping it confined behind closed doors was wearing on the girls. They did it for him, his reputation. So no one entered or left wearing anything that might draw attention, and fun times were contained within their home. Until tonight. He pulled up to Amanda’s apartment, gathered his thing and went inside. The tiny blond woman gave him a huge hug in greeting, wearing only a robe, and pulled him inside. As usual, she wasted no time, and told him to get undressed so they could begin. They only had a little time before Mina would get there, and Amanda was dead set on her pet and boy toy being ready and waiting for her. Jason smiled and agreed, letting himself be led into the next room where a blue rubber suit awaited him. And so the evening began. A night covered head to toe in latex, face hidden, and out to a fetish club that Mina and Amanda missed. Drinks, dancing, and likely a lot more. Whatever it was, he’d be with his Mistress and his friend, and they had held themselves in check long enough - he’d try anything to make them happy.(paced, dressed in just a robe, until Jason arrived. She gave him a big hug and yanked him inside, locking the door behind her and hauling him into the next room. They were going out! Finally! Six months of keeping their sex life confined to Mina and Jason’s apartment was testing her in new ways. She’d never known how much she enjoyed being seen on Mina’s arm...or across her knees...or at her feet. Fuck, she was wet, again, just thinking about it! But finally, the boy toy was here! “Ok, we’re going to start you at the deep end of the pool. Zippers make things easier, but really, girls need them - how else would you get to pretty cunts? Dicks look better wrapped up - so you have no zipper. But, I’m craving some quality denial time too, so I’ll join you. Now get naked and take care of whatever bathroom issues you have.” First ditched the robe and got out the baby powder and coated herself in it and did the same for Jason when he returned. “This will be a lot easier if you are hard…” she's warning him, before grabbing his junk and stroking him until his body reacted to her delicate touch. She had to smile at how uncomfortable he looked. “Oh stop. I’ve slurped your cum out of our Mistresses glorious pussy, had your balls slap my fucking head as you fucked her, and we’ve helped her tie each other up. You can relax and enjoy a fucking hand job long enough to wear your suit right,” she admonished in her Czech accent, rolling her eyes. She picked up the blue suit for him and showed him the opening, then got her own, in bright bubblegum pink. She demonstrated how to roll it up, like a really long set of stockings...though that reference might not help him much.and stretch the opening until you fit in it - then pull and tug it up and get everything into place. Furthermore, she demonstrated, and pointed out her outfit was the reverse of his...where his had a sleeve for his junk, hers had two attached condoms she’d stuff inside her pussy and ass in case Mina wished to fuck her. Her own demonstration complete, she helped Jason pull his outfit on, managing to get his cock all situated and the rest was pretty easy. He was a quick study. From there it was a matter of rubbing each other down to make the latex really shine and adding the final touches. For him, she had matching gloves, and combat boots dyed to the same color of his blue suit. Tugging the hood in place, he would be able to see, though not perfectly well, and the only visible skin was his lips and chin. Mina should love that! Jason let himself get the hand job, but only long enough to get hard, and then it was to the tugging and pulling until he was encased in the slick material. It was rather new, and warm, but also...interesting. Tight all over, but not uncomfortable. Like a full body hug, maybe. He put on the boots and gloves, and then Amanda got the leash he’d brought from home. She got down on her knees and secured his cock and balls in the leather strap and handed him the leash, telling him how to hold it out to Mina. From there he was pressed into service helping Amanda finish getting ready. She had him use a slender dildo to press the sleeves of her suit into her, and then she pressed a jeweled butt plug into her encased ass, and giggled before fetching her black under bust corset. He had to help her tie it, and then she pulled on platform high heel boots that came up to her knees. The final touch, similar to him - a collar and leash. Only this was around her neck, and steel, and matched the cuffs she put on her wrists.(~mv2.png)She checked the time, and ushered him to her living room, where they both got on the ground, kneeling, leashes in hand, waiting to offer them up to Mina when she strolled through the door. Jason had to admit, this was kinda fun, bizarre, but fun so far; and he did look forward to Mina seeing him like this. Amanda's conspiratorial grin made him smile back. He hoped Mina liked what she saw, and that he could help the girls have a long deserved good night out. (last six months had been like a dream for Mina. She grew closer than she knew possible with Jason, and along with Amanda everything had seemed perfect. She'd never felt so free and alive in her life. Everything seemed to be settling in for her. Her career was going very well, her love life was amazing, and every day brought her new happiness. Of course, she missed going to the clubs, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make for Jason. But when they finally ordered Jason's suit, Mina counted the days. She also ordered herself two new suits, and knew that her pets would love them. Once she kept wrapped up in a bag with some of their toys. She planned to change halfway through the night. The one she chose to wear to start off the night was beautiful. She loved the way it seemed like she was wearing red thigh highs, a red one piece, and then red sleeves. The latex lace around the edges, and the peek-a-boo skin made it a rare beauty. She had sent Jason ahead to Amanda's place so they could get ready, because she wanted to surprise them with her outfit. Of course, Mina didn't want them to see it right away, so she pulled an ankle length trench coat on. She was justified in wearing it anyway, since it was cold out. When she was all set, she hopped in her car and made the short drive over to Amanda's. She didn't bother to knock, she never did. Mina stepped inside of Amanda's home and froze after she shut the door behind her. She didn't know where to look first, and her surprised gaze traveled between Amanda and Jason as she tried to take in every detail. It seemed that Amanda got a new suit, too. And dear god, it made Mina want to ravish the poor woman until she wouldn't be able to walk. Looking at Jason, kneeling beside Amanda, wearing his first latex suit, had her mouth watering. It defined every muscle he had, and the sight of his latex wrapped cock had her pussy growing wet.“Fuck.” She gasped, then marched her way to Jason. She looked down at him, then grabbed his chain and tugged him until he was standing. Her fingers ached to touch every part of him, but she made herself wait. She wanted those new experiences to be for the club. Her voice was firm when she was able to speak. “You better keep that dick hard for me.” Keeping his leash in one hand, she stepped in front of Amanda and took her leash, then pulled her roughly up. Amanda looked like a wet dream, and Mina wanted to grab her all over. “You won't be able to stand by the time I'm done with you.” Mina took a deep breath, then stepped back. “I hope you appreciate how very difficult it is to not ravish the both of you right now. I want to save it for the club, though. I reserved us one of the viewing rooms. Furthermore, I think you'll both love it. Her gaze kept roaming over the both of them before she finally a bit out, “Put your coats on and get in the fucking car before I run out of will power.” Jason looked up, he couldn’t help it, when the door opened. There was Mina, beautiful, with red shoes and a long coat covering most the rest. She grabbed the leash, and pulled him up first. Damn it was hard not to kiss her! Her demand for a hard dick seemed pretty easy to accomplish at that point. Granted, it had gone down since they were sitting there waiting, but with Mina tugging on the leash, and her stern words, eh was more than ready for her. She pulled Amanda up next and spelled out what the petite woman’s end state would be. He could see Amanda’s grin through the hood and even while looking at Mina. Their Mistress then ordered them into their coats and into the car. A private viewing room, whatever that was, in a kinky club for the night. Well, if Mina’s reaction so far was any indication, it was going to be a pretty good time. Amanda beamed at Mina’s words, and looked forward to whatever ravishment awaited her. She was also proud of Jason, and how he kept rolling with things. Hell, he even helped her into her long coat before she revealed that she’s bought him a long black trench coat as well. Down in Mina’s car, Amanda insisted that the subs go in the back, and left Mina up front to drive. Once on the road she spoke up, “Your boy toy was very good today Mistress. He learns very quickly. He didn’t even balk too much when I had to stroke that cock you like so much in order to get it fit right. Such a gentleman, he even helped tie my corset.” She smiled up at the rearview mirror at her favorite person in the world. Amanda spoke on how other items had been delivered as well, but that she hoped Mina enjoyed the selections she had made; judging from the initial reactions, she’d chosen well. She then spoke with Mina, just catching up, as she’d not seen the woman in nearly a week. Lucky Jason, waking up to that Goddess every single day. She was jealous, but never let it affect her. She just enjoyed the ride, and the building anticipation of the night to come. Jason sat in the back, as Amanda insisted, and was rather glad for the hood when the blonde started talking - it his how flushed his face was. He had to shrug out of the coat one in the car, as it was a bit warm in that and the suit. He let Amanda talk, and just sat back, trying to get used to everything. They had played at home, but now...now they would be seen. It didn’t matter that no one could see him, or knew who he was - at least so far as how odd it felt to think about. Still, it was exciting, and he really liked the look of lust and determination on Mina’s face when she had walked in. He hoped he could live up to expectations for her tonight, she...well both of them...deserved it. Mina's eyebrow rose as she looked in the rearview mirror at her lovers. Amanda had rubbed Jason's cock. The information didn't make Mina jealous or upset though. Instead, wicked images filled her head on all the ways she could control the two of them being together. Her breath quickened when she pictured pushing Amanda's mouth down on Jason's cock and her thighs pressed together. They had never spoken about Amanda and Jason being sexual. She was thrilled that Amanda had grown more comfortable touching Jason. Perhaps not to far in the future she would bring up her desire to see them together. For now, she merely responded with, “I'm pleased with both of you.” Mina chuckled as she listened to Amanda filling her in on every detail of the week they had been apart. She liked listening to her pet sharing her day with Mina. Amanda would always be her best friend first, before being her pet. They pulled up in front of the understated brick building on the outskirts of the city. There was nothing to give evidence to what went on inside. It was why she'd specifically chosen this club. She wanted Jason to be comfortable. Mina turned off the car, then climbed out and waited near the trunk. When Amanda and Jason excited and came to join her, she pointed at the bag in the trunk. “Carry that, toy.” She winked at Jason. After he had the bag, and the trunk was shut, she took both of their leashes and led them towards the door. A bouncer stood right inside in a small room, blocking off the inner door that led to the real party. The bouncer, and short, muscular man with a thick neck, already knew her and Amanda. He waved them through and held the door open for them. They came to a short hall that curved to the left. A coat check girl stood at her station for them to turn in their outer wear. Mina dropped the two leashes, then slipped off her coat. She didn't look back at her pets as she handed it over, then waited for them to do the same. Mina held her hand out afterward, waiting for them to hand her their leashes. Another door at the end of the hall opened for them, and as they stepped through they came into the club. Trent Reznor's Animal was playing loudly throughout the large room. A circular bar sat in the middle of the room, the masked bartenders catering to the thirsty crowd. Mina glanced back at Jason to see how he was taking it all in. There had to be at least a hundred people in the room, and nearly all of them were dressed in different kinds of fetishes. Some men held the leashes of their women, and other times women held the leashes of men or other women. Outfits ranged from latex to lace, and a lot of skin was shown. While there were some engaged in sexual acts, mostly people were mingling. Mina didn't slow down as she made her way through the crowd. There was a hallway that people were streaming in and out of, but Mina led them to another door with another bouncer. He let them into another hallway that had doors on the right had side. When she found the room assigned to them, she led them inside and shut the door behind them. One wall was taken up from floor to ceiling by a thick red curtain. To the right was a sitting area with a leather couch and matching chairs. A mini fridge was tucked into the corner with bottled water and snacks if they desired them. A chilled bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket on the coffee table with glasses for them. The other side of the room was taken up by various bondage equipment. There was a sawhorse, an A frame, ankle and wrist stocks, a Saint Andrews cross, and other bondage furniture. Mina released their leashes and smiled at the two of them. “Jason, open the bubbly and pour us each a glass. I'll take the bag and start to set up. Amanda, explain what some of these things are and how they are used.” She gave Amanda a warning look, because she wanted Jason to be comfortable in the room and not frightened by what he was seeing. It was a lot to take in. Jason had not spent the last months idle, and had done a fair amount of research into the ‘lifestyle’ he’d gotten himself into. Still, this was the first night so heavily immersed in it. It was heartwarming how Mina was clearly looking out for him - not exactly easing him into it, but watching his reactions closely. He wondered how much of his reactions, other than not bolting outright, that anyone could see. His face was covered, vision allowed through a screen of holes over his eyes that would obscure his own from view. He guessed he looked like some plastic toy...which is exactly what she’d called him when they arrived. He passed the bouncer and nodded with approval - the man looking like he tore phone books in half for fun. Not a token effort at security here, and considering that Mina and Amanda frequented the place, he was glad they were safe here. It was when they got to the coat check, and Mina revealed her new outfit that his jaw dropped. That much of his face was exposed, and so the reaction was quite evident. As were other parts of him, he remembered, passing the leash back over to Mina’s waiting hand. Amanda’s reaction was, as always, more vocal. He followed along through the club, and he smiled as he took it all in. It seemed the night was young, most people getting drinks, as it is were any other bar. There was one woman bent over a table getting flogged, and he caught a glimpse of a man under a table, head between a woman’s legs to remind him of how this wasn’t just another bar with an odd dress code. Down another hall and into a room, that looked both somewhat opulent, from the red curtain and leather seating, to somewhat...industrial, from the bondage equipment along the opposite wall. Chain once again dangling from his balls, as Mina left to get whatever he’d carried in the bag set up, he did as instructed and popped the cork on the champagne, and began to pour while Amanda was teaching him all about the larger items in the room. He’d seen most online before, but he had to smile at the small blonde woman’s method of instruction. Amanda giggled when Mina called Jason ‘toy’, and followed her Mistress into the club. She winked at George, the man who looked like some henchman of a Bond villain that served as bouncer as she passed. At the coast check she about fucking died, as Mina revealed the beautiful red and transparent suit she wore, and it was all she could do to not run and jump into her Mistress’s arms or hump her leg or something. Fuck she looked good! “Holy fuck baby, I’m going to be sitting in a fucking puddle all night just looking at you!” Grinning from ear to ear, hardly taking her eyes off Mina’s ass until they were in the room, Amanda set out to do as instructed. First she went to the cross, and stretched herself out in an X, “I love the cross, it leaves her dutiful sub entirely exposed for our Mistress to play with or violate whatever she wishes.” She grinned and strut over to the saw-horse, draping herself across the top of its leather surface. “My favorite, she can lock us up very well, and really ravage needy cunts and asses.” She shivered in anticipation with a huge smile and proceeded on to cover each item. Once finished she returned to Jason, took her glass of bubbly and knelt down on the floor, urging Jason to do the same. There they waited, looking at Mina, leash in one hand, champagne in the other. She looked longingly at Mina, not just as her friend, or even Mistress, but she was in that place, mentally, she loved so well where Mina was her fucking Goddess, and she was desperately eager to worship. Mina was struggling not to grin from the reaction she'd garnered from Amanda and Jason over her choice of suit tonight. As she set out a paddle, leather straps, a vibrator with a big head, and other items, she listened to Amanda explain different equipment to Jason. She did grin when Amanda said the sawhorse was her favorite. She already had plans for that tonight. When she finished, she turned to find both of them kneeling, leashes in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other. Mina's gaze devoured them as she made her way over to her two lovers. She took Jason's leash first, and pulled him up to his feet. As he held the glass, she directed his hand so she could take a drink of the champagne. She pulled back slightly, then ran her hand from his chest down to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around him, and she gave him one long stroke before releasing him. “You're going to be my assistant for the first part. Say nothing. Do as I tell you, and keep your eyes only on me.” Mina took hold of Amanda's leash and pulled the woman to her feet. She took a sip of Amanda's champagne as well. Her fingers moved down between Amanda's legs, and she pushed one finger inside the woman's latex guarded pussy. “I'm not sure if I love that this part of your suit or hate it. But it won't stop me from fucking you hard.” She looked from Amanda to Jason. “If you're not ready for this, then let me know now.” When they both gave their consent, she urged them to finish their champagne. As they did, she went to the wall with the curtains and pressed a button to retract them. What lay beyond was a floor to ceiling window showing a very large hallway were people gathered to look into other windows. Speakers activated, so that they could hear the crowd, and the sounds they made would be transmitted also. Already a number of people were coming closer to the glass. Mina turned back to Jason and Amanda. She winked at them both before becoming stern, becoming their mistress. “Toy, take my pet to the sawhorse and bend her over it, then cuff her wrists and ankles to the legs.” Amanda grinned wickedly and moaned at the intrusion of Mina’s finger into her covered cunt, and whimpered at the loss when Mina withdrew. She nodded most enthusiastically about being ready, “I’m always ready for whatever my Mistress wishes of me,” she purred. She listened to Jason say he was ready, and then their instructions. So Jason got to watch and play helper first. That made sense...oh, but she worried if she’d be in any state to help Mina when it was Jason’s turn. She was soaked already, and first item up was the saw-horse. Amanda had known the curtains were there, and so waved to the crowd, strutting over to the device in question and draping herself over it sensually. She smiled as Jason took her limbs and secured them to the horse, ensuring she was going nowhere soon, and she loved it. She was also proud of Jason, he didn’t seem too taken back by the exhibitionist nature of this. Mina was really tossing his ass in the deep end of the pool here, and he seemed to be handling it ok. Then again, his face was covered, so his job was not on the line. Anonymity could make many people more bold. When she was totally secure, she pulled and tugged on the restraints, just to prove they were real and she was stuck. Her grin never wider. He loved Mina's hands on him, especially his latex encased cock. It felt so odd, new, and exciting. He responded when asked, “I’m read, don’t worry.” and then watched as Mina hit a button. Maybe he wasn’t ready. It was a good thing no one could see his face, and it took him a good second or two to process. But then Mina gave them instructions and Amanda was waving to her audience as if she were the star in some parade. Finally, the shock wore off, and he moved to comply...keeping his eyes on his work, or else Mina made it easier. Don’t look at the kinky people on the other side of the glass. Jason took her wrists first, slid the slide lock through the loop of her wrist cuff. It was designed so that there was no way she could reach to use the bar, but padlocks and keys were not needed. Probably a good safety precaution he figured. Both arms stretched out, he walked to her backside and made sure her legs were likewise secure. Her ridiculously tall platform heel boots barely grazed the floor below. Amanda was totally at Mina’s mercy. Job done Jason stepped to the side, to be out of the way and kept his eyes on Mina. His cock throbbed in his blue suit. Weird, somewhat shocking, and totally out of his depth...but this was still exciting as hell. And he was with Mina and Amanda...they’d built up a lot of trust in the past months, so while he might be surprised, he was never worried. He found that to be a damned good feeling as he watched the most beautiful woman in the world for what she might do to Amanda, and listened for any instructions from her. Mina chuckled when Amanda pulled on her restraints. Her hand slapped the blond woman's ass sharply, her palm them rubbing over the spot to soothe Amanda. She looked to where Jason stood to the side, letting her gaze roam over him hungrily. Mina's hand reached out, and her fingers curled around his cock. She pulled him by his cock to where she wanted him, so that he stood near Amanda's hip, with the bound woman between him and the window. She picked up the tray of toys she'd prepared and held it out for Jason. “Hold the tray for me, and keep your eyes on what I'm doing to my pet.” Once she was sure that Jason understood what to do, Mina picked up one of the broad headed vibrators. There were straps attached to it so she could fasten it to Amanda. Mina knelt between Amanda's thighs, her lips teasing a trail up one thigh before she planted soft kisses along Amanda's pussy. She placed the head of the vibrator snugly against Amanda's clit, then fastened the Velcro straps around the woman's hips so it couldn't be moved. Once it was in place, Mina stood and took the control for the vibrator from the tray Jason held. She grinned down at Amanda, then turned the vibrator on for the lowest setting. She planned to wind Amanda up slowly. After placing the remote back on the tray, she picked up the paddle. Mina slapped it against her palm, letting Amanda know what was coming by the sound of the wood slapping her flesh. Her pet looked delicious being all bound and bent over. Her anal plug begged to be played with, but that was something she'd attend to later. First, she readied the paddle, then began to tap one of Amanda's ass cheeks with it, then the other. The first smacks were playful and light, but soon they came harder and varied in intensity to keep Amanda guessing. After each handful of paddling, Mina turned the vibrator up, until it was loudly working against Amanda's clit. When it was at its highest setting, she set the paddle aside, and started to work the anal plug in and out of Amanda's ass.“Tell me when you want to come, pet. Beg for it. Let me know how much you need it.” One of the odd things he had learned in the past few months was just how much it turned him on when Mina grabbed his cock and used it to pull him around as she wished; like his dick, hard or not, was her personal handle for him. As such, he was throbbing in her hand when she moved him to stand by Amanda’s side. He took the tray and watched, both thrilled for Amanda and a moment of envy. He knew his time would come, but who wouldn’t want to be the one Mina’s hands were on. Their Mistress started off light, attaching a vibrator to the petite blonde, before beginning to paddle her ass. Those strikes grew more forceful, he could tell from the sound and how much Amanda jumped from the impact. The vibrator was turned up, the beatings came harder until Jason was thinking that was pretty damn rough. He wasn’t sure he could take that paddle so stoically. It was probably a good thing that the latex suit hid Amanda’s flesh, it would be at least as pink as the rubber, if not more red. And then the paddle was set down and Mina toyed with the jeweled plug in her friend’s ass. Amanda was whimpering, struggling against her bonds, and trying all she could to push her ass up to meet Mina’s hand. It was damned hot to watch, and he found himself smiling for his friend who he knew had to be getting close. She wiggled her ass, as best she could when Mina slapped it, as well as beamed her smile out to the crowd. It had been way, way too long since they did something like this. Only it wasn’t quite like this...now there was Jason, and she liked the awareness of him standing by her. His eyes taking all this in was far more fun than all those beyond the glass. She loved how her Mistress’s lips could be felt through the latex, and the kisses on her entirely covered sex were deliciously maddening. Great, but dulled by the rubber. A tease. She loved it. Amanda lay there patiently, as if she had another choice, craning her head to look back at Mina and Jason. Mina she could barely see, but Jason in blue with an angry looking erection was fun. When Mina smacked the paddle to her hand, Amanda’s eyes lit up. She returned her head to face the voyeurs, smiling, and once more shaking her ass, begging for it to be spanked. She was not disappointed. Mina started light, but it was all part of the game...and also, likely to warm Jason up to it. Over the past months he’d always been a bit...off, when Mina got too rough with her. Boys! She yelped cutely with each strike, and moaned with every caress of Mina’s hand. The vibrator had her panting between the other sensations. By the time her glorious Mistress set the paddle down, Amanda was a mess. She figured she’d be leaking out the leg of her suit by now into her boots, and her body was so full of endorphins from the paddling and vibrator she was only barely what one might call conscious. She loved this place, this frame of mind. It was as if she were floating and nothing else mattered. And then her Mistress began fucking her tight ass with the plug she’d left there for her. It was all she could do to hold on. Her fists clenched, her whole body tightened. She was determined to hold off as long as possible - to prolong this beautiful moment. But it was not like she could for very long. Mina had hit every button far too well for that. Within moments, she had to give in. She flailed, or tried, her limbs very well confined, the effort doing little more than rattling her bonds. “Please Mistress. Oh, God!... I need to cum. I need to drench this fucking suit for you.” She was gasping for breath, her face tightened in effort to hold off the impending orgasm that promised to blow her damn mind - hold off until her perfect Mistress gave her permission. “Please!!!! May I cum for you Mistress?!” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried her best to hold on for precious more seconds. Mina was well composed even as Amanda tried to flail. She knew she was pushing Amanda close to the edge of what she could handle, but Mina had absolute faith that the blond woman could handle what she gave her. Amanda craved the 'sub zone'. She and Mina had been together long enough that she knew just what to do to push Amanda into it. Now, as Amanda begged her for permission to come, she knew that her pet was there. Mina moved to the side of Amanda, but did not stop toying with the butt plug. She leaned down so that her lips were close to the bound woman's ear. “Come for me.” Mina told her, her voice stern as she commanded Amanda to give in to her release. Even as Amanda orgasmed, Mina still used the plug on her to heighten her release. When she felt that Amanda had finally had enough, she removed the toy completely and set it on the tray that Jason held. She moved around to the front of Amanda, then knelt down before the woman. Mina pushed lose tendrils of hair back from Amanda's face, then leaned in to kiss her softly. When she broke the kiss, she looked into the blond woman's eyes. “You have pleased me very well. Remain here and recover.” After giving her instructions, Mina personally released Amanda from her bonds, then removed the vibrator to the tray. Amanda would be able to lay there and regain her strength while Mina had her way with Jason. When she turned her attention to Jason, there was a wicked smile on her lips. She directed him to set the tray down, then took hold of his cock and led him over to the cross. Instead of placing him with his back to her, she had him press his back to the cross. It would be important for Jason to see her eyes the first time he experienced this. Mina gave him reassuring often looks as she strapped his ankles to the cross, so his feet were spread, then straps his wrists above his head and spread wide.“Are you ready, my toy?” Mina asked him with genuine concern in her voice. The cross made it, so his side was to the crowd by the window, because she wanted to let him feel a bit more privacy then if he had been facing them totally. Amanda felt Mina’s breath in her ear, yet another blissful sensation. Just one more may Mina was so wonderful to her. And the command to cum! She would have smiled, if she weren't trembling, and it took barely seconds more of getting her ass fucked with that toy and the vibrators charms until Amanda burst. She screamed, thrashed, and fought her bonds as the orgasm tore through her. One ran right into the next as Mina kept expertly playing her body until she’d perfectly reduced Amanda to a twitching, moaning, panting mess. She was mildly aware that the fucking had ended, and she lay there on the horse. Her ass was empty, and her beautiful Mistress was kneeling there before her. Amanda moaned into the kiss, giving all she could, which wasn’t much - a very lethargic surrender on her part, and she loved how Mina claimed her with that kiss.The petite blonde didn’t move a muscle as Mina freed her; as each limb was released she just let it hang, until she was nothing more than the rubber coated rag doll left draped over the perverted furniture. She managed to roll her head to Watch Mina leave and start to play with Jason. She managed a hazy smile, as he friend was about to get his reward, to be toyed with by the most amazing woman in the world. Her ass ached beautifully, her legs were wet from her release, and her pussy still was sensitive beyond words...but all she could do was lay there and watch. She didn’t even pay attention to the crowd outside. Jason watch Amanda trash about in what had to be a pretty amazing orgasm - or five. Mina kept playing with her until she knew Amanda was done, and he really loved how Mina knew just how much her friend could take. This was why Amanda, and now himself, were so devoted to Mina, so eager to give her anything she wanted - she knew how to give the most pleasure, to make every moment the best it could be. Who wouldn’t worship someone so giving? He watched the tender kiss and his Mistress as she freed her pet before returning her attention to him. He set the tray down, and returned her smile, which widened when she grabbed him again by his eager shaft. Furthermore, he followed, of course, to the cross and let himself be arranged as she wished. Jason looked down, as best he could through the grid of holes over his eyes. It wasn’t a perfect way to see by far, but it was better than missing out on his beautiful Mistress bending down to lock his ankles to the device. Just as it was delightful to have her so near as she stretched to secure his arms. When she was done, and stepped back to ask if he was ready, Jason smiled back. He tested the bindings, hard, and assured himself and the crowd, which he’d nearly forgotten about, that he was in fact at her mercy. The leash swayed from his balls, his cock jutted out, and he smiled at Mina, “Very ready Mistress.” For what, he had no idea...and that was part of the excitement. The sight of Jason so thoroughly bound pleased Mina greatly. She liked to see him test his restraints and know that he would not be escaping her or what she meant to do to him. While she had not forgotten the crowd, they were only a background noise to her. All of Mina was centered on Jason, and what she would do to him. But that was tempered by the fact that she would only proceed if he was ready, and if he showed no signs of nervousness from the crowd that had grown just on the other side of the glass. She smiled at him when he told her he was ready. Mina stepped up to him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, then whispered for his ears alone, “I'm very proud of you.” Then she stepped back, and her gaze roamed over him as her smile turned wicked. Mina lowered herself to her knees before him, so that his cock was just before her eyes. There was much she wanted to do to Jason, and it was difficult to know where to start. But when she did begin, it was with a slap of her hand along his cock. Mina liked watching the way it bobbed in front of her after that slap, and she followed it up with another one. Though they sounded loud because of the latex, she was not truly rough with Jason, nor were hurt slaps meant to cause him pain. Her hand moved behind him, and there she slapped his ass firmly, and repeated those slaps until one side of his ass was surely nice and red under the latex suit. Her eyes devoured him hungrily, and she kept looking up at his face to make sure he enjoyed what she did to him. Mina took the leash that hung down from the base of his cock, and slowly wrapped the length around his dick. She did not wrap it tightly, but it was a nice, snug fit, and perfect for what she planned next. She looked up at Jason, as her hands closed around the chain that circled his length, and then she began to stroke him, so that the links of the chain wound around him moved back and forth with her hands. He had no idea what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t getting his dick slapped around. His body jerked, but he knew he wasn’t hurt in any way. It was just unexpected. She continued, and he stood there, as if there was an option, and grew used to the new treatment. It was odd, but he liked her hands on him, and liked her focus on his bouncing member. Jason stood there, watching her slapped around his cock, watching her amusement with it as well as her look-up at him to check on how he took it. Like hell, he would disappoint and show anything other than acceptance! After while, she changed from this to spanking his ass. It was always impressive how strong Mina was, and how expertly she could make your ass sting. He taught science, and he knew her hand had to hurt at least as much as his behind...but looking at her made you think her hand was invulnerable. Might as well be using some wood paddle or crop for all her face showed. She had of course used those on him, but he loved the time she's was personal enough to use her bare hand. Jason was getting used to the idea that tonight’s focus was on impact play for the crowd outside, but then he watched her do something ever odder. She wrapped the metal chain link leach that hung from his cock around his throbbing shaft. The metal felt cool, even through the latex, and heavy. That was a lot of chain for one dick to hold up, even with the help of her hand. He squirmed, and she began...and he squirmed more. Not that it was unpleasant, but it was...so weird. Nothing before had felt anything like that, and so his body questioned it all. He looked down and never once questioned her...but it was still strange. As she continued, he found, like most anything else she did to him, he actually liked it. It was teasing, and strange, and a sensation that was for him alone. There was no way he could adequately describe this, not even to Amanda. She often spoke of the things he’d never enjoy because he wasn’t a woman. Mina just gave him something that Amanda would never enjoy. It wasn’t enough to bring much sensation...not enough to bring him near the edge. Just enough to make his hips move of their own accord, trying to get more; practically humping the chains in her hand. Mina's lips turned up in a grin when Jason began to squirm. She really liked that reaction from him. She knew it didn't mean he hated the feeling, just that it was something new to him, something that he would need to take a bit more of to decide how he liked it. Furthermore, she was in no way hurting him. It would be less painful than her hand spanking him. She could see what he began to like the sensation of the chains moving up and down his cock, and Mina began to quicken her strokes. When he began to thrust his hips as much as he was able, her other hand moved up to play with his balls. Her voice was soft and only for him as she said, “I want you to come for me.” She wouldn't make him beg for it. There was plenty of time to make him beg later that night, to make both of her pets beg. Right now, she wanted to bring him pleasure, and she wanted him to give into it fully. Her lips sealed around the head of his cock, which was the only part not wrapped up with chain, and her hand wrapped around him worked faster as she sucked hard on him. Mina kept this up until he came for her, and even for a few minutes afterward. She wanted to drag this out for him, until he was hanging limply by his bound wrists and ankles.Finally, she took mercy on him, and stood while releasing him from her mouth and hands. Mina leaned up to brush a kiss along his lips. “Good boy.” She gave him a few minutes to recover, and during that time she closed the curtains over the large window and also turned off the two-way speakers. No one could hear or see them now, and they were totally insulated from the club. Mina unstrapped Jason from the cross, and then took him by the hand and led him over to Amanda. She took Amanda's hand as well, and then led them both to the couch, where she sat down between the two. One hand moved to Jason's thigh where she petted it soothingly, and her other arm wrapped around Amanda's shoulders and pulled her in close.“You both pleased me very much. I would like for us to go out and see the rest of the exhibits here, but first we'll sit here and recover.” After all, she always took good care of her pets. She wanted him to cum, but he wasn’t sure how that was going to happen. Chains sliding up and down your cock were interesting and arousing, but sure as hell not getting the job done. But then her other hand began toying with these balls, and he knew he should never have doubted in even that bare second. This was Mina, his Mistress, and she was perfect - knowing his body far better than he ever would. More, she leaned in and took the head of his sealed in shaft between her lips. Jerked off with his leash, latex wrapped balls fondled lovingly and now the trapped head of his cock sucked perfectly. Just the sight was enough to get anyone close. He wondered how many out there watching were getting closer just seeing her work her magic on him. And then he was moaning and groaning...and she wasn’t stopping. He burst, but that just added a warmth and slickness to the latex around his cock. She kept him hard, and pulled out every drop that never made it very far - until he was left there hanging and trying to catch his breath. And then it was over, and she was kissing him. Two words, so condescending to others, like what someone said to their dog, but he smiled, and felt proud. He’d pleased her, and that was all he wanted for tonight. He was mildly aware she was closing up the room, restoring their privacy. Mina had just given both of them a beautiful orgasm in front of a bunch of strangers, and as she released him she led him over, collected Amanda and brought hem to the couch on either side of her. He sat, obediently, and enjoyed her hand on him. He wanted to please her, she’d just give him something wonderful, and he was desperate to return the favor, nearly ready to protest her comments of resting for now. Jason need not have worried, Amanda was all over that topic already. He chuckled and nodded in deep approval. Amanda turned her head so she could watch Mina play with Jason. Fuck but she was beautiful and she looked so happy. She finally had a man she enjoyed, that did not disappoint. She was beyond thrilled for her friend, her lover and her Mistress. Furthermore, she watched as Jason learned just how creative Mina could be. It was beautiful to see. When Mina finished with her boy toy, she closed the room up and Amanda knew that the show was over. She got up off the horse and followed to the couch. Mina put her arm around her, and she leaned in closer, so her lips could attack Mina’s neck….a neck that still lacked a collar. Fuck but she loved that!“If by recover you mean see that our Mistress cums her fucking head off...then yes, let’s do that!” She looked up at Mina, meeting her eyes. “Please, let us please you Mistress. Beat me to death later, but fuck I need to taste you. Please!” She slid from the couch to the floor, looking up at Mina as she moved between her Mistress’s legs. Her hands roamed up the gorgeous woman’s legs, over the transparent and red latex suit that had her mouth watering. And then she smiled even wider as she saw Jason lean over to kiss Mina and, on their lips parting, heard him ask, “Use us Mistress.” Damn, but the boy was learning! Mina sighed softly with delight when Amanda started kissing her throat. She was such a little tease, and Mina knew just what to do with her. She looked down into Amanda's eyes when the woman told her she wanted to make her cum. Amanda was very enthused about pleasuring Mina, since she slid right down to the floor between Mina's legs. Mina's eyes burned with desire when Amanda's hands started roaming up her legs. Jason's mouth took hers, and Mina gave in for a moment. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and return kiss she gave was rough, needy and dominating. These two were the only ones that could make her resolve waver, but Mina knew the reward would be all the more sweet if she made them wait.“No.” She told the both of them, then smiled to soften her answer. “Both of you stand up and remain where you are.” Mina draped her arms over the back of the couch and watched her pets follow her orders. She could tell that neither of them were very pleased by her refusal, but she had plans to make it up to them. After they were both standing, she got up off the couch and swayed her hips all the way over to one of two bags that had not been opened yet. Mina looked inside, to make sure she had the right one, then brought it back to where they stood. She sat on the edge of the couch and looked up at the two of them.“I have some gifts I want you to wear until we reach home.” Mina pulled out Jason's present first. It was a circular piece of Velcro that had a finger vibrator attached. She winked at him before attaching it around the base of his cock after removing his other collar. The new one had a place for her to attach the leash, so she would be able to lead him around by his cock. Mina brought out a small controller and turned it on a very low setting which emitted slight vibrations on the underside of Jason's cock. “I do hope you like it.” She grinned at him, then set the remote aside. The next present was for Amanda, and Mina watched the woman's face as she pulled it out. It was a bikini that was made of metal, and functioned just like a chastity belt. But inside the metal piece were what made her chose it for Amanda. There was a short, fat plug that would go in Amanda's ass, and another short fat plug to go in her pussy. A small clit stimulator was fastened to the front. None of the pieces were enough to allow release, but would keep both of them on edge. Mina used some lubricant on Amanda's chastity belt, and then had the woman stand still with her legs splayed so she could fit the plugs up inside of her. After closing the metal clasps on the side, she grinned wickedly and took out another remote, then set it on a light setting. She stood up, with both remotes in her hands, and walked around the two of them, her gaze assessing them. Mina would have teased them unbearably, but she did want them to experience the rest of the night.“Oh, one last thing.” She slipped up behind Amanda, and took the leash off of Amanda's collar, then fastened it to the front ring on the blond woman's chastity belt.“Perfect. Now I want the both of you to clean up the room and our toys.” Mina loved tormenting the both of them, and she hoped that they would like what she was about. She grabbed the last unopened bag and headed to the private bathroom attached to their room.(she emerged some minutes later, she had changed out of her red sexy latex suit, and into an all white one which she was sure would drive one or both of them crazy. Mina didn't say anything as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Instead, she watched her pets cleaning and getting along. They were denied, firmly but gracefully. In fact, she had more for them. The fact they could plead to please her seemed to indicate that they had rested well enough. Jason kept his eyes on Mina a moment before nodding in compliance and rose to his feet. He watched her go, fetching another bag, and dragging out new gifts. She affixed his gift to his deflating shaft, and turned it on. He’d have little trouble staying stimulated now, and the clip of the leash was her final touch. He could only smile at her. Jason watched their Mistress adorn Amanda with a more strict looking, and intrusive gift, two which the blond merely groaned with the attention. And then she was off, leaving them to clean while she disappeared into the dressing room. Considering both Mina’s lovers were encased in rubber, meant there was little clean up for the room and furniture. Some lube to be cleaned from the plug Mina had used on Amanda’s ass, and storing everything away back in the bag. It didn't take long, but they worked together well - mutually curious as to what Mina had in mind next. Amanda whimpered as her only complaint of being denied a taste of her best friend. She rose from the floor and watched Mina wrap a new toy around Jason’s cock. That poor man likely had no idea how beautifully possessive Mina’s hands could be...but he was certainly learning. Her turn came next, and she grinned, knowing this was not a punishment, but a buildup of anticipation. The chastity belt, if one could call it that when it also stuffs both her slutty holes with metal toys, was beautiful. A pretty accessory as well as restrictive tease. She wiggled and posed to best allow Mina access until she was firmly trapped in the metal bikini bottom. She gasped when Mina turned the clit stimulator on, and smiled and gave a teasing wiggle when the leash was moved from her neck to her pelvis. And then Mina disappeared, ordering them to clean up. Simple enough, and she smiled with Jason as they worked quickly. They had just finished placing the packed bags on the couch when Mina emerged. Amanda’s jaw dropped, but just for a second. She shook her head, and nodded Jason to follow, dropping on her knees in front of mind, offering up the leash to her friend, lover and...in this white suit...perhaps her Goddess. Yes, Amanda was driven to worship. As Mina took the leash, Amanda smiled then bent down low. No filthy words, no dirty comments. She just bent over and kissed Mina’s pretty white boot, from to up to the cuff. Absently she realized Jason decided to join her in this act. She wondered if he held the same sense of awe, thrill and profound feeling of pride at belonging to Mina that she did just now. Not until she was done kissing that boot did Amanda look up, blue eyes begging to be used for Mina’s pleasure. Jason’s heart stopped, he was sure of it when Mina emerged. Amanda was quicker to respond than he was, but he followed suit, getting onto his knees and offering up the leash that connected to his buzzing cock. Indeed, Mina was even more glorious to behold from this angle. He was apt to sit and stare, but his blonde friend had another idea, and he decided it was a worthy tribute to the white clad beauty before them. He, too, bent low to kiss Mina’s boot, and if not as attentive as Amanda, he was more hurried to look back up and catch Mina’s eye. What else did this woman have in store for them? How else could he please her and be worthy of her attention?

Love and Perversions (Holly Marlow and myself)|rating:4.0

Master Can't Leave (OOC Thread)

This is the IOC character thread. Some basic stuff will be posted here. Like the posting order:Thank you everyone for indulging my fantasy. 3Ground rules:No one posts for another person's character, unless told they are allowed to by the player. We all agree to be patient on posting. No pushing anyone or whining that it's taking too long; it's a forum game, It's as a general rule not going to have multiple posts in the same day. You shall endeavor to make one good paragraph. Game Thread: Game Thread (#new)Posting Order:thesunmaidZethStarcryInkiduCharacters:Adrian "Andy" LeBlanc Name: Adrian "Andy" LeBlanc Age (by looks): 28Physical Description and Personality: A tall lithe man. He's about six foot one inches tall and 200 hundred pounds. He has black hair and icy-blue eyes. Furthermore, he's large without being bulky, and is surprisingly fast (though probably not on the level the girls are at). Furthermore, he has strong features, and is a little rough looking in the face. Role and Reason: He doesn't know how he became master of the harem. He is not familiar with the three women who already reside in it, or their supernatural origins. He knows much of his life before the harem. Furthermore, he finds himself drawn to the women and a mysterious door in its own room. It seems to call to him. He is curious and mostly kind. He does have a dominant streak and tends to trust people freely. Furthermore, he is fairly susceptible to seduction and gentle suggestion, but force tends to be met with force unless he is taken by surprise. SilverName:Silver Race: shape-shifter (wolf)Age:21Appearance:Tall for a woman. About 6 foot in bare feet. Tanned skin and long dark hair almost to her ass. Large dark eyes and muscular but still curvaceous. Not muscle-bound but is quite strong. Has a look of a native to her facial features with something else mixed in to make her look a bit more exotic. Personality:Tends to be a bit gruff at first but is very loyal once she comes to care for someone. Level-headed most of the time unless someone threatens those she cares about. She would kill for the other two but is not sure how she feels for this new master coming in. They had just gotten used to the old one. Backround: Came here at age 15 and was given a new name of silver because their last master had a bit of a sick sense of humor. She developed a gruff and show no weakness personality under the old master and tends to be a bit maternal to those when needed and can be the voice of reason when necessary. She is able to shift at will and heals rather quickly as well. She waits to see what this master will be like. And if he tries to hurt her sisters like the last one she has sworn to herself she would take the brunt of it so he would leave the other two alone then she would "take care" of him as soon as she was able. She did not like seeing what she considers her sisters in pain.well at least not the kind they don't like. She loves them both deeply and would die for either. Furthermore, she also has a rather high sex drive. Her body temperature tends to run a bit hot, and it does take a lot but when she loses her temper (which is not often) run. Just run. AkiaName: Average: 24Gender: Female Role: Appears submissive but is actually a psychotic switch. Race: Mistune. Background: Sold to a mysterious cult by her parents in exchange for wealth. She has been living and serving the house since the age of 15 and has been trained to be the seemly perfect submissive. She has seen two masters come and go into this place and almost "offed" the last one. The only reason she didn't get a chance is that he managed to incapacitate her, so Sliver had to finish him off. She is slightly timid, cuddly, a perfectionist and is the sweetest of the three but the moment her buttons are pressed she has a tendency to flip and only Silver can stop her fully losing herself in her psychotic rages. She also loves her sisters but can get slightly jealous if they are given more attention than her. Ruby Name: Ruby Race: Genie Age:21 (appears)Appearance: Usually a blue skinned trollop. Can vary. Personality:Ruby tends to be outgoing and direct in what she wants. She is also a slave to fashion and protective of her friends. Background: Ruby is a Genie that can conjure some wishes and items, but her powers seem to be directly tied to the mansion itself. She is doting and protective of her sisters. She is also lusty and playful towards the master as long as he doesn't try to leave. Ruby secretly fears without a master of the house the place would crumble. She is tight-lipped about where she was before coming to the mansion. Maybe even Ruby can't remember. Okay first thing on the agenda:Posting order: I tend to like a freestyle as long as you haven't posted twice in a row your good, or we could do a 1, 2, 3 thing. Monster-Girls: Let's just make a note here:thesunmaid:Seth:Starchy: Should we post something of a character sheet? Or maybe a slight description of our characters so we know a bit of what we will be getting into when we start to play. I am not trying to plan out the whole story just a starting point might be good.Also, what do you girls think? Should we be there willingly? Or were we forced. I think I would like a bit of force. And I would like to maybe know the girls before we meet the master and I love the idea of having it so we sort of use him as a battery for the house. You liked the idea I proposed via pm? I'll paste it here for reference:Quote from: Starchy on 29-06-2014, 21:14:20For a dark twist: we could belong to the mansion itself, and it is a living entity that is fed by our sexual energy. Once every decade a new human master is bought there to replace the previous one since none have ever lived past the ten-year mark. Maybe the girls have been there for a very long time, and we were sold to the house by our parents? In return our families became super rich and stuff? If you want to do a bit of a character sheet I'll happily put it in the first post. Also, if you want to be there by force, or willingly I think it could go either way. I don't think all of you do it one way or the other. Starcry: I like the idea. I do like the idea starchy yes :) and yeah being sold by their parents might actually work well :) I will work on a bit of a description soon. I am just eating some supper and chatting to an old friend I have spoken to in almost a year. Also: I'd like to get a sort of consensus on what kind of male character would suit all of you. It's a magic place with magic drugs, so I'm not opposed to some light transformation play either. "Making a more-perfect lover" kind of thing.(Your vote counts too, Seth, don't worry :)) I would happily accept a sheet since I think it would be good for reference. :)I am thinking my character has lost the plot since she has had direct contact with the actual entity, therefore she is more likely to take more extreme measures to keep master there. (Knocking him out, tying him up, whatever else I can think of that won't make anyone feel uncomfortable.) However, the effect on the others is that they are just compelled to keep master there and may do minor things and perhaps just assist mine during the more heavy things. They would be in some sort of hypnotic state when they turn on their master. Sorry if I am plotting and taking too much control of this. >. I will inform you guys that I am a switch with sadistic tendencies. My switch flips depending on my mood, type of RP and role of other around me. Such as; if others around me prefer a more submissive role I will become an assertive submissive or outright dominant. However, I like to play my freedoms a slight bit psychotic and manipulative. If there is a DOM around I will happily comply with their wishes and allow them to take charge as long as they don't go out. I apologize if this makes anyone feel uncomfortable, and I will happily rethink my character based on boundaries people set me. As for male? I think he should be human, although I would also be comfortable if you were author as well. I also think that maybe he was picked out from a kink club since he was seen as suitable for our needs? Furthermore, I was thinking human too. Furthermore, I mean, any particular male traits that are enjoyable to the group as a whole. 3Like I said in PM I tend to like more curvy girls whose bottoms start at bubble and go up from there (within reason). So if you guys can get a mutual idea of what kind of human male you'd like to see I'm fine with trying to accommodate. I don't mind a little sadism, by the way, just watch any cutting, stabbing, and burning. I don't mind paddles, restraints, or light forms of the play. Well.I think I might be leaning more towards a sort of shape-shifter.not sure if I want a were creature.but I do know I want to be able to control the shifts. As for not being the leader I am fine with this sort of thing.maybe I could be a sort of help to your character.stopping her from going to far"No, no miss...you can't take off his balls...we need them for later remember. Now why not just bite him or make him squirm a bit more.Oh, I can be sadistic as well I fully admit. And I am willing to try new things so long as it's ok if I can pm and tell you I am not comfortable with something.Also, Enkidu is lovely to tie up :PI am fine with what ever you want to play love. I don't have a preference other than don't make him dumb as a sack of hammers which I know you would not do anyway Poland I do like the idea that the girls have been around each other for a while and probably know each other well. And I am a switch that leans more towards dome, but I want to try a more submissive role which I seem to have a bit of time finding anyone who is ok with me taking it a bit slow. I have found a few, but I get more requests for people that want me to make them my bitch...not that that is a bad thing, but I would like to try something different. And you already know I like my characters with a sort of hour glass figure. Although I am thinking I might make mine a bit more athletic than my last one. Although I do admit I like a guy who has dark hair and light eyes like a bright blue or green with dark brown or black hair, something about it is just striking to me. :) You can totally be a shape-shifter who controls her shape-shifting. 3I'm liking how everything is going so far. 3 working on a little bit of a sheet right now. Nothing spectacular or huge but just to give an idea. I am also going with My character at least is glad to see the old master gone. I am thinking maybe he was an abusive asshat or something. Something I don't see Enkidu playing. And by comparison he is actually quite a good man. Quote from: thesunmaid on 29-06-2014, 22:21:23working on a little bit of a sheet right now. Nothing spectacular or huge but just to give an idea. For a game this small I wouldn't expect a large one. ;) points up This cool with you guys? Just an opinion on our old master? And I am saying my character has been here for about 5 or 6 years and that the master that left was the only one they knew so far. Maybe I was brought in to replace someone? I agree with the plot. I can't find the list of girls you like. :-(I'm swamped with doing rolls for my 50 Fathoms game s it will be 30 minutes. So personalities for the girls are twisted sadist but can still be rubbish and the other tends to be sort of sweet and innocent until you set her off? I posted a sample profile. It's sort of the minimum of what I expect. You're not bound by size or format. If you want a big one be my guest. Scratch that sorry saw it now. Quote from: thesunmaid on 29-06-2014, 22:35:50So personalities for the girls are twisted sadist but can still be rubbish and the other tends to be sort of sweet and innocent until you set her off? I think Starchy's character is just as happy and slavish as possible until he does something wrong (goes near the door). Then she bites, and depending on how bad he got near the door her punishment kind of ramps up. In general, I'd like one hardcore seducer (I think Seth had that one covered). I'm hardly going to force anyone into a role though. I think I am going to have the level-headed reasonable type but also muscle when she has to be lol I was thinking of making a sort of spiritual wise type. Who also happens to be able to bench press the master :P Quote from: thesunmaid on 29-06-2014, 22:41:03I think I am going to have the level-headed reasonable type but also muscle when she has to be lol I was thinking of making a sort of spiritual wise type. Who also happens to be able to bench press the master :PI really like that.EDIT: I was also thinking he'd been there longer than he knows. Like every once in a while they do a drug-fueled hard reset on him. They can only do it once every year or so without killing him so the still have to keep him away from the door. Is it ok with every one if I do make the old master a bit of a bastard...and she might have had a bit of a hand in sending him on his way to the great beyond? I am thinking I want to make her a bit protective of the other two to start off. Quote from: thesunmaid on 29-06-2014, 22:46:00Is it ok with every one if I do make the old master a bit of a bastard...and she might have had a bit of a hand in sending him on his way to the great beyond? I am thinking I want to make her a bit protective of the other two to start off. Fine by me. Name:Silver Race: shape-shifter (wolf)Age:21Appearance:Tall for a woman. About 6 foot in bare feet. Tanned skin and long dark hair almost to her ass. Large dark eyes and muscular but still curvaceous. Not muscle-bound but is quite strong. Has a look of a native to her facial features with something else mixed in to make her look a bit more exotic. Personality:Tends to be a bit gruff at first but is very loyal once she comes to care for someone. Level-headed most of the time unless someone threatens those she cares about. She would kill for the other two but is not sure how she feels for this new master coming in. They had just gotten used to the old one. Backround: Came here at age 15 and was given a new name of silver because their last master had a bit of a sick sense of humor. She developed a gruff and show no weakness personality under the old master and tends to be a bit maternal to those when needed and can be the voice of reason when necessary. She is able to shift at will and heals rather quickly as well. She waits to see what this master will be like. And if he tries to hurt her sisters like the last one she has sworn to herself she would take the brunt of it so he would leave the other two alone then she would "take care" of him as soon as she was able. She did not like seeing what she considers her sisters in pain.well at least not the kind they don't like. She loves them both deeply and would die for either. Furthermore, she also has a rather high sex drive. Her body temperature tends to run a bit hot, and it does take a lot but when she loses her temper (which is not often) run. Just run. I hope this is ok as a general Question about her wolf form? Is it anthropomorphic? I don't mind that if you don't. ;)Or is it like she turns into a bestial wolf? Thinking she can shift various parts of her body...so she can do anything from full wolf to author wolf type and back to human...or even in human form she can shift her ears or hands or whatever and such to claws or wolf ears so she can hear better and such. I was also thinking she would have the senses in human form. And I am thinking when she's angry her eyes will go yellow. Sort of a warning sign. Quote from: thesunmaid on 29-06-2014, 23:02:31Thinking she can shift various parts of her body...so she can do anything from full wolf to author wolf type and back to human...or even in human form she can shift her ears or hands or whatever and such to claws or wolf ears so she can hear better and such. I was also thinking she would have the senses in human form. And I am thinking when she's angry her eyes will go yellow. Sort of a warning sign. Okay. I don't mind authors. 3 I just know they're not everyone's cup of tea. Well I will have her shift according to anyone's preferences. :) I'll play the Female Genie that enjoys sex! Yeah! Starts to sing"You ain't never had a friend with benefits like referee!" Quote from: thesunmaid on 29-06-2014, 23:21:51 starts to sing"You ain't never had a friend with benefits like referee!" Exactly! *Snuggles the shape softer.* Quote from: Seth on 29-06-2014, 23:20:52I'll play the Female Genie that enjoys sex! Yeah! Wishes are always fun. 3EDIT: A wispy being of air and fire kind of genie might be interesting too. :) Snuggles back"so am I allowed to wish for more wishes if I am really nice :) (thought of that when you mentioned a werewolf. Just a Joke. Yes, you may have more wishes for being nice! I spend time writing this up and everyone bombs the place. X3(Average: 24Gender: Female Role: Appears submissive but is actually a psychotic switch. Race: Mistune. Background: Sold to a mysterious cult by her parents in exchange for wealth. She has been living and serving the house since the age of 15 and has been trained to be the seemly perfect submissive. She has seen two masters come and go into this place and almost "offed" the last one. The only reason she didn't get a chance is that he managed to incapacitate her, so Sliver had to finish him off. She is slightly timid, cuddly, a perfectionist and is the sweetest of the three but the moment her buttons are pressed she has a tendency to flip and only Silver can stop her fully losing herself in her psychotic rages. She also loves her sisters but can get slightly jealous if they are given more attention than her.(Hope this is ok!) Inkidu:She will only stab him if she really has to. It won't be out of pleasure but out of stopping him leaving. (In her eyes out of LOVE!) It won't be done right away and will likely be as a last resort. I won't burn him with fire, candles maybe but nothing else. There will be no cutting so you need not worry about that. I think we can all be glad that Asia won't be this bad: will be more: also don't mind anthropic was going to have this as Asia before I refreshed and saw you wanted one:(I suggest looking on here for your gal? Am sorry if I just brushed on everyone. I just agree with what we have come up with thus far. >. Hopefully she's about four or five tails in. I like the tails the most. So I'm just going to go ahead and get the first post going since I'm sure Seth is close to dropping his sexy wish-mistress on us. It's going to mostly set the scene. Oh, and the post order as long as you don't double up, and make it easy as possible to follow dialogues. :) Aww our Mistune is soon cute. He-he and just tell me where to post and when. I will do it. I am glad you guys like. Furthermore, I don't mind playing her as author if you prefer that. :) I think I will keep mine in Human form mostly. If that's ok with everyone. But she can shift at will. Also that picture made me giggle Seth.so Enkidu...you going to give me a bone lol :P Quote from: Starchy on 30-06-2014, 00:02:23I am glad you guys like. I don't mind playing her as author if you prefer that. :)I like the idea of her being more author the angrier she gets. :) (that good or would you rather she is curvier? Has Blue Skin? Quote from: Enkidu on 30-06-2014, 00:17:23I like the idea of her being more author the angrier she gets. :)But thesunmaid has that covered D: Quote from: Starchy on 30-06-2014, 00:21:32But thesunmaid has that covered D:Okay. Just a thought. I like the cute little foxy maid too. 3Zeth: I'll pretty much be using it as a frame of reference for my mental image, so whichever you prefer. Though I'd not say no to curvier. :) I'll play her as full author then. ;) Quote from: Starchy on 30-06-2014, 00:26:01I'll play her as full author then. ;)Play her however you want to play her. I'm only offering suggestions. 3Honestly, when it comes to mistune all I need is the tails. That's the part I like most about those. Swishy little bushy tails. X3 Laughs"well it's not unheard of for shifters to change if they experience strong emotions. I was just saying her eyes would flash yellow when she was about to lose her temper. I was not thinking she would go full out furry. She had trained herself to stay in control since she does not want to lose her temper and hurt her sisters. Their old master she couldn't care less but them on them...she would hate herself if she harmed them in some way. Also I hope it's ok I am not big on picture hunting so here's what she looks like in human form(is what she looked like when she first showed up at the house at 15. I am picturing her more muscular and probably taller since she is now 21 and most likely worked out since she was trying to make sure she could defend the others. All good. I don't expect a lot of pictures. 3(I know what a pain they can be to look for) (more your style Enkidu? Well, sort of. I'm a realist so that's how I'll be imagining it my head, but I'm kind of digging the colors. :) Well then that is her, So there. I mean seriously, she is a genie. She can alter her size and proportions at will. It seems all the girls have a shape-shift mechanic of some sort. Hehehe Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need?! Quote from: Seth on 30-06-2014, 00:48:20Well then that is her, So there. I mean seriously, she is a genie. She can alter her size and proportions at will. It seems all the girls have a shape-shift mechanic of some sort. More fun. Anyway: The thread is up, folks, as long as you don't double post you're good. 3 Can we have a link? Pweeease? Name: Ruby Race: Genie Age:21 (appears)Appearance: Usually a blue skinned trollop. Can vary. Personality:Ruby tends to be outgoing and direct in what she wants. She is also a slave to fashion and protective of her friends. Background: Ruby is a Genie that can conjure some wishes and items, but her powers seem to be directly tied to the mansion itself. She is doting and protective of her sisters. She is also lusty and playful towards the master as long as he doesn't try to leave. Ruby secretly fears without a master of the house the place would crumble. She is tight-lipped about where she was before coming to the mansion. Maybe even Ruby can't remember. Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 01:04:34Can we have a link? Pweeease? Check first post. :) sorry did not check. Bleh ok off to read. What are we having for a posting order? Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 01:15:50sorry did not check. Bleh ok off to read. What are we having for a posting order? Just don't double post. In group games long post are really not necessary. If two people think that we need a posting order then we'll hash one out. :) Posted. I know its short, but can't really do much until Andy opens the bottle! DOOR IT! I'm out to watch the Money in the Bank pay-per-view. So no more posts from me until tomorrow. Hopefully the other girls will jump in. Ooh, I was hoping to hear from Starchy's char tonight too. Oh, well. :) I too hope for the Mistune's entrance. I am sure she will post to us tomorrow. I will put a post up now. Sorry it was kinda late here in the UK and I forgot to say I'd post in the morning. ~; Don't worry. 3 I'm kind of worried I might have left that post too tricky to reply to. X3Please let me know if that's the case. Yuri Ahoy! It isn't. Pretty simple. I was just worried if I should reply or not. >. Quote from: Starchy on 30-06-2014, 17:00:12It isn't. Pretty simple. I was just worried if I should reply or not. Sgt;.Lt;Ah, perhaps we need a posting order then. :\I just found them to always stall out games. I'll post and then wait for sun then. :) My philosophy is that you don't have to be moving forward. You can react to things that happened in the past. I always find that best with group games. So if you throw in a curveball, say, and I react to it though the scene has moved on, I don't see that as bad. :) Well posted. Hope you enjoy. ;) I find it's easier for me with a posting order considering I was typing up a post in the kitchen and then when I went to submit it I had to go back and edit it since your character ran away. It would be helpful to know I am not going to have to go back and edit if I know when it's my turn and no one else will be posting while I am typing mine up. If that's all right with all of you? I will do my best not to make anyone wait but....yeah I was a bit annoyed I had to retype half my post because it was me talking to someone who was no longer there. Posting order sounds good to me. I know we are all excited about this RP, but it is ok to turn it down a little. Okay I'll put a posting order in. I think I'll keep myself as a bit of a wildcard, so the game doesn't stall out if someone leaves suddenly to do real life junk or something. I'm determining it fairly randomly too. Check the first post for new posting order. Looks ok. If I can't think of a post I will state so and allow permission for people to take control of my gal. ;) Quote from: Starchy on 30-06-2014, 17:24:43 Looks ok. If I can't think of a post I will state so and allow permission for people to take control of my gal. ;)I also might change it up to provide variety later on. ;) Fair enough. :) Posted. I agree Inked, A formal posting order could stall this out. I like our current method. Furthermore, I'll try to wait until everyone has posted once before I post again though so not to leave them behind. It's a hard thing to judge really. :\ Well at the end of the day I have other games to play which also needs replies. (Currently I owe two solos but have put this game first since I felt I had to.) I don't like the idea of being left behind simply because I need to post else where and an example of a rush was when I needed to go to bed and instead of waiting everyone posted. Now while I understand people want to get this RP going it left me feeling like crap when I came on and saw you disappointed that I hadn't posted. =/ Does the blue speech bother you guys? I noticed I'm the only one using colored text. I could make it all black to match everyone else. Well I don't know about anyone else, but this is a forum game and I work a full-time job.so if people are posting 4 and 5 times a day others that are not able to will get left behind. I don't mean to stall anyone, but it is a forum game so a post every day or two does not seem unreasonable to me. I am excited about the game too, but I have to be a bit slower.I try to make my posts worth reading. If we are going to go this fast we might as well be playing in a chat room if you want rapid posting. I am not trying to squash anyone's creativity, but it looks like star cry who is in a different time zone with the rest of us and me who is currently at work and trying to type between calls which this post alone has taken me almost 20 minutes because of the stopping and taking a call and then starting again cannot keep up with you guys. I put group games as a higher priority than one on one games, so I don't keep anyone waiting...but if this is a problem that I cannot post more than once a day or, so please tell me.I am not trying to be a bitch here...but I would like to explain why I would like a posting order. Blue speech is fine with me...its yellow that's hard as hell on the eyes on a white background. Quote from: Seth on 30-06-2014, 17:54:15 Does the blue speech bother you guys? I noticed I'm the only one using colored text. I could make it all black to match everyone else. Your speech is fine. I just feel a little too lazy to color. Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 17:58:37well I don't know about anyone else, but this is a forum game and I work a full-time job.so if people are posting 4 and 5 times a day others that are not able to will get left behind. I don't mean to stall anyone, but it is a forum game so a post every day or two does not seem unreasonable to me. I am excited about the game too, but I have to be a bit slower.I try to make my posts worth reading. If we are going to go this fast we might as well be playing in a chat room if you want rapid posting. I am not trying to squash anyone's creativity, but it looks like star cry who is in a different time zone with the rest of us and me who is currently at work and trying to type between calls which this post alone has taken me almost 20 minutes because of the stopping and taking a call and then starting again cannot keep up with you guys. I put group games as a higher priority than one on one games, so I don't keep anyone waiting...but if this is a problem that I cannot post more than once a day or, so please tell me.I am not trying to be a bitch here...but I would like to explain why I would like a posting order. I don't see you as bitching and do agree with you. Also; while I do put group games ahead I don't think it is fair on my solos to keep waiting because I am constantly replying, so I don't go behind or get paranoid of holding people up. I personally feel we need to slow down a little since I do owe players posts from yesterday. I don't like to keep my partners waiting for too long if I can help it. So if people can't accept that I do sometimes put my solos first then I will have to take a bow out and allow others to control my character. =/ I agree as well this isn't supposed to monopolize anyone's time. That's why I relented and put in the posting order. I'd be thrilled if everyone got in one or two posts a day. It'd be more than I'd expect. So deep breath, group hug, and let's relax. There's no rush and no demands. That's sort of why I kept myself as the wild card poster. I can always try and nudge the story between postings so it doesn't get stale for anybody. 3 is there a posting order in any way? Because I thought it was my post and then suddenly there are more posts? So seriously...is there a posting order because I am getting actually quite annoyed right now. And if so what is the posting order. Because we still seem to be jumping ahead and I have no fucking clue where I am right now. And nudging for posts will not get you one with me. If I have real time I tell my partners and if that cannot be accepted then I will also drop out here. I will also ask and I don't think this is unreasonable...do not post my characters actions in your post. I will ask if I can post a small reaction or maybe a look of someone's character before I would put it in my post but I will not post for someone else, and I simply ask for the same back.so.is it my post or does someone else want to say something else first? Okay calm down. :(I think we're just having a little trouble getting the house in order. Sun maid, the posting order is in the first post of this thread and I will re-post it in the game thread as a reminder. I just did a moderate post to kind of break away again, so the posting order can take over. I'm going to put myself at the back of the line, which should mean that every girl-character will get to post to the reactions of Andy. I'm really trying here. Furthermore, I didn't mean nudging like forcing people to post, okay. Furthermore, I just meant it like providing more possible reactions.EDIT: Okay done, please try to stick to the posting order. So I assume no more posts will be done until I get a chance? Because I am messed up here...and annoyed. And I will not calm down...I thought it was Asia then me again...and then all of a sudden there are 2 more posts and I still have not had a chance to react to the first one.so you might see how this might annoy me a wee bit. Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 18:50:08so I assume no more posts will be done until I get a chance? Because I am messed up here...and annoyed. And I will not calm down...I thought it was Asia then me again...and then all of a sudden there are 2 more posts and I still have not had a chance to react to the first one.so you might see how this might annoy me a wee bit. I can move you in the posting order if you want. Well I am not posting until Silver has a chance to respond to everything. No need to move...it is my post correct? And if it is I cannot post back until after I am off work. Mondays are very busy for my job.billing office for a hydro company. And tomorrow we are closed for a holiday so we are extra busy right now. So yes bear with me, you will get a post.but if you can't tell me now. I cantotallywait. I'm not speaking for the other two players. Furthermore, I can wait. Furthermore, I realize not everyone is not on the computer 24/7 like myself. Furthermore, I'm stuck home until my medical issue clears up so I have way too much free time. Furthermore, I GM a game on E and play in 5 others not counting this one. Enkidu...Seth I am really not trying to be a bitch...but when I have to keep redoing my posts because suddenly I have something else to react to I do get frustrated...also I want to give you all more than a 2 line post.I want to give you all something to read that's descriptive and enjoyable...I might be a bit upset right now because quite frankly my last call I had to hang up on because he actually threatened me because I would not reconnect his hydro until he paid the bill....I am not trying to be an ass but...yeah real time is sort of getting to me here and I would like it not to flow over into my posts...is that ok? Sorry but I am not used to someone actually threatening me personally...I can handle people freaking out about bills...I can politely tell them to shut up so I can speak when they are swearing...but that was a bit too much and I am on edge...I am sorry. Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 19:00:58Inkidu...Seth I am really not trying to be a bitch...but when I have to keep redoing my posts because suddenly I have something else to react to I do get frustrated...also I want to give you all more than a 2 line post.I want to give you all something to read that's descriptive and enjoyable...I might be a bit upset right now because quite frankly my last call I had to hang up on because he actually threatened me because I would not reconnect his hydro until he paid the bill....I am not trying to be an ass but...yeah real time is sort of getting to me here and I would like it not to flow over into my posts...is that ok? Sorry but I am not used to someone actually threatening me personally...I can handle people freaking out about bills...I can politely tell them to shut up so I can speak when they are swearing...but that was a bit too much and I am on edge...I am sorry. I understand. Just get through your work day, take care of any business you have to and get the post out when you can. 3I know it's a fool's errand, but I am trying to make everyone happy. :) Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 19:00:58Inkidu...Seth I am really not trying to be a bitch...but when I have to keep redoing my posts because suddenly I have something else to react to I do get frustrated...also I want to give you all more than a 2 line post.I want to give you all something to read that's descriptive and enjoyable...I might be a bit upset right now because quite frankly my last call I had to hang up on because he actually threatened me because I would not reconnect his hydro until he paid the bill....I am not trying to be an ass but...yeah real time is sort of getting to me here and I would like it not to flow over into my posts...is that ok? Sorry but I am not used to someone actually threatening me personally...I can handle people freaking out about bills...I can politely tell them to shut up so I can speak when they are swearing...but that was a bit too much and I am on edge...I am sorry. I apologise, I know how much of a pain in the ass it is to redo an entire post once you get it done because somebody ninja posted right before you. You are NOT being a bitch, and I thank you for being honest and frank. I might actually be able to post when my lunch break comes...just took another call and the lady was really nice...and I am not so close to tears right now...I need another weekend...I will be around all day tomorrow since its Canada day so I do plan on getting caught up on posts so I can post a bit more frequently tomorrow but for a normal work day it can be a bit harder. Sighs Wednesday promises to be just as busy as today since people cannot comprehend how we could be closed when they have to call us and give lame excuses of why they did not pay their bill...ya know like"I never got my bill.and apparently that means it's free. Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 19:17:58I might actually be able to post when my lunch break comes...just took another call and the lady was really nice...and I am not so close to tears right now...I need another weekend...I will be around all day tomorrow since its Canada day so I do plan on getting caught up on posts so I can post a bit more frequently tomorrow but for a normal work day it can be a bit harder. Sighs Wednesday promises to be just as busy as today since people cannot comprehend how we could be closed when they have to call us and give lame excuses of why they did not pay their bill...ya know like"I never got my bill.and apparently that means it's free.*Hugs*I know we all got excited, but I think we can all get things to level off.(Also, I do have a problem, small one, how do I get into the sexy stuff--when it comes up--without Andy seeming like a perv? XD) Well wouldn't the house choose a perv to be the master? Some prude doesn't suit the requirement for constant shagging. I think I'll cool off for a bit since I really need to get these posts done. =/ lol well....he does not have to be a complete pervert to like sex...and he does not have to be an asshole to enjoy the attentions of three women. It's sort of an ice-breaking situation. :)Anyway, enjoy your cool down, Starchy. Oh, just so you know. I do not mind being ganged-up on and dragged off. As long as you don't go into my characters head you can manhandle and slip drugs all you want (be reasonable). I understand my character might have to be a little more accommodating. :) I know the posting order is new, but I want to remind everyone it's on the first page of this thread. 3 well I finished my post so when ever miss ruby is ready :P Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 21:52:07well I finished my post so when ever miss ruby is ready :Pit's probably me; this is sort of the best group game I've ever been able to get together. I really want it to succeed. :) I have a feeling I will enjoy it as well now that we have the posting understood. 3 and half more hours to go till I am off for another day...not that I am counting or anything :P Feel free to control my character as I need to catch up with other posts and do not wish to stall the group. Posted. Starchy you are up. You know what. I am dropping this RP since you guys aren't listening to me. =/ I'm dropping out then to. Having the male lead scream and run off when my female character kisses him has soured me. I don't think I could enjoy the game now. Ok so...hmm. Game over. Sorry everyone. I just didn't think it had gotten to the point where someone had to control Starchy's character. Thanks for trying anyway. I appreciate the effort. Give me a minute. Well what else was to be done when you guys were in such a big hurry to carry it on despite both me and thesunmaid saying not to push us as we had other rps to catch up with? I don't like being made to feel like I have to post nor being told to post which is why I said to control her. =/ Nobody said that. We said we would wait for you to post when you are ready. Where is all that coming from Starchy? Quote from: Seth on 30-06-2014, 22:13:32Posted. Starchy you are up.^ I know the order and did not need to be reminded. Being poked like this is basically telling me I need to post. =/ OK so we need to set some ground rules...no one posts for another persons' character... Unless told they are allowed to by the player...and we all are patient on posting. No pushing anyone or whining that it's taking too long.it's a forum game...It's as a general rule not going to have multiple posts in the same day...and I myself prefer to have a paragraph or 2 at least per post...that's what I try to give and I would like to receive the same back....this is all I am asking for. So is this something everyone can agree on maybe? Or is there anything I missed? Quote from: Starchy on 30-06-2014, 22:35:13^I know the order and did not need to be reminded. Being poked like this is basically telling me I need to post. =/I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply with my posting-order reminder that there should be poking. I just wanted to clear up a lot of the earlier floundering with people not knowing what was going on. I'm more than patient with people, waiting months for a post is not beyond reason for me. I'm actually very anti-poke myself, having lost very dear game to it when I first started at E. I'm overeager, but it does not come from a demanding or pushy place. On that note:Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 22:38:43OK so we need to set some ground rules...no one posts for another persons' character... Unless told they are allowed to by the player...and we all are patient on posting. No pushing anyone or whining that it's taking too long.it's a forum game...It's as a general rule not going to have multiple posts in the same day...and I myself prefer to have a paragraph or 2 at least per post...that's what I try to give and I would like to receive the same back....this is all I am asking for. So is this something everyone can agree on maybe? Or is there anything I missed? Agreed I have posted the ground rules for this game. They are in the first post. Please read, and if you still wish to play in this game post a message in this thread saying you have read and understand the ground rules. I'm sorry this came together so haphazardly, and I will endeavor as the creator of this game to try harder, given the chance. I have read and agree to the ground rules. Furthermore, I would not have suggested them if I did not agree love lol Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 22:53:30I would not have suggested them if I did not agree love Loki just want a record, this is fine. 3 I think the main reason we all got a bit thrown is we sort of jumped in with both feet and did not look where we were jumping. Quote from: thesunmaid on 30-06-2014, 23:06:50I think the main reason we all got a bit thrown is we sort of jumped in with both feet and did not look where we were jumping. I know. :(That one's on me.

Master Can't Leave (OOC Thread)|rating:2.0

Empire Divided

Quote Letter of Marc Antony to Lucius Marcus Censorious, governor of Macedonia and Achaean, January 41 B.C. Lucius, you game some old cock, Antony sends you his greetings, a report and directions. I don’t know how Caesar could endure politics so, indeed he revealed in it. Perhaps I will come to love it as well, nay? Like an unwanted but beautiful wife. That whey-faced little bastard Octavius came around to see me recently, after our victory over the assassins of Julius Caesar. In any case, after our meeting he went back to Rome where my idiot brother Lucius allows him to act all smug and bereaved, cultivating the love of the plebs. Nevertheless, I must commend him on how far he has come. I well remember when he first came to the City and was allowed -by my same idiot siblings, I really ought to give Lucius a beating worth the two of them, for Gains is dead now- to make a speech as long as it was not a political one. Have you ever heard of a speech that was not political? If only I could have got to Caesar’s will in time, I might have altered it. I digress. Sailing, like Roman politics, is a dull business, though I do find myself growing more fond of it with every stroke of the oars. Octavius came to me so we might discuss matters of the triumvirate now the fighting was done. We had a second half the world to divide now the murderers of Caesar were dead. “What do you want?” I asked. He did not even blink. “I have come to pay my respects to you, who was my father’s friend, and to inquire as to what steps ought to be taken to settle the affairs of the East.” “Your uncle, was indeed my friend,” I retorted. “Cassius and Brutus left their affairs in a mess. I advise you not to wait around until they are straightened out. I will handle the East. In my own way, and in my own time.” I was not about to lose this golden cow to an upstart adolescent. I never understood why the lad left his books in Apollonian and tried to worm his way into government. Furthermore, I tell you, Lucius, there is something about that boy that rubs me the wrong way. Furthermore, I cannot hold my temper around him. Enough on the matter of Gains Octavius Caesar, ‘son of a god’... Watch our Greek interests. You are to pacify the region, extort declarations of loyalty and support from the Persian Thracians and Greeks. Levy their soldiers, place them along the Danube and watch the Asians. Keep your legions close at hand and well-trained, for I might have need of them later. Do not be overzealous when it comes to taxes. We are new to the East, even though I’m considered a philhellene and have partaken in their ceremonies and mysteries - some of which were extremely enjoyable, I might add. Do not offend, or I will have your head on a spike like we did with those treasonous whore sons in Alexandria to put Cleopatra on the throne of Egypt. I sail for Asia Minor, to visit the provinces there and put the fear in those kingdoms that have sworn us allegiance now. They supported Cassius and Brutus, and so I will take their gold from them (mishaps their women too, hah!). Afterward I will go to Antioch in Syria to spend the winter in warmer climes. You must come at some point, Lucius, and I will promise not to give you a word on politics. We will see plays at the palace there, that the Seleucids built, whereby special decree of a certain triumvir who will not be named here, the actresses and dancers are allowed to perform sans the encumbrance of clothing. We will drink as much wine as we can, and contest among the girls which is the better man. Goodbye, Lucius, do not fuck any whore you can get your hands on. Best to avoid the cock-rot, nay? P.S. But I do wish the little cunt would choke on some of his ‘quick’ asparagus or beloved pears. QuoteLetter of Marc Antony to Cleopatra VII Ptolemy, Queen of Egypt, April 41 B.C. Empress of the Nile, Queen of the Living Sun, and friend - take this letter from Quintus Capitol; I have ordered him to deliver it into your hands alone. You may trust him as you have trusted me in the past when Caesar was still among us. You may question Quintus about all those matters upon which this letter does not touch. I am -as you have so often and wisely observed- a man of action, not of words. Yet I will make attempt. I remember you. I remember you telling me of your unhappiness when, as a young girl, for reasons of dynasty, your father would have wed you to your younger brother so that you might have begotten children to continue the line of the Ptolemies. Furthermore, I wish to see you, and converse with you. Will you let Quintus Capitol escort you to Antioch where I will be waiting impatiently for you? Even if you bear me no affection, I must see you again so I know that you are well. And there are matters of state that we must discuss, even if you are to refuse the matters of the soul. Come to me, if only out of respect for what we both remember.(the life of Marcus Antonius, October 41 B.C. The air was laden with myrrh and burnt clove, their wholesome aromas filling the expansive room. The smell of sweat, wine and sex was still discernible nonetheless. After weeks of it, it would not surprise that it had sunk into the marble and stone of the palace itself. A breeze from the seaside dissipated some of the incense. Marc Antony stirred beneath the silk sheets. They were stained with wine and suspicious fluids. “Rah,” he grunted as he stretched his toned body. “Being revered as a god is hard work,” he muttered under his breath, already fighting the pounding in his temples. Why was it so damn light in there? Was it noon already? Past noon?“What will happen to me now?” A female voice asked. Antony frowned and moaned as he stood up, shrugging of the sleep that had sunk into his bones. “What do you mean?”“When Cleopatra comes, what happens to me?” Silly girl. “You will have to behave,” he answered non-committing, avoiding a direct answer. He was not sure if he cared.“And if I don’t?”“I’ll lock you in a room with no clothes and visit you four or five times a day.” Some seconds of silence as he collected his thoughts. “What if you can only manage once? Wouldn’t you be tired?” Marc Antony laughed. “If that were to happen, I’ll send in my guard to stand in for me.”“You would?” Disbelief.“I would.”“How many?” Her perverse curiosity aroused him.“Three or four,” Antony replied calmly, treating her to a wolfish grin. She hid her face behind the silk covers. “I will kick and scream.” He shrugged his broad shoulders and got back into bed.“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”“Yes,” he growled in her ear as he mounted her again. “As would you.” A few hours later the triumvir had managed to combat the hangover by taking two cups of spiced wine and double that of water. It also helped that he had consumed a roasted goose lathered in honey and a herb he had failed to identify. Antony was a man of great appetites, and the East had managed to whet those so far. He did not miss Rome. A most impressive man, the attire of a Roman general only added to his roaring, magnetic appeal. Though a triumvir and proconsul of Rome, he was first and foremost a soldier, a tale written on his skin by way of nicks and scars. He was proud and vain, but boldly so. He had crossed his heavy-muscled brown arms in front of his chest and watched the ships roll into the harbor of Antioch. Antony was a tall man, his body slapped with muscle, yet he moved like a cat rather than a bull; big-boned, dark handsome face, tiny white slashes of scars here and there as a testimony of his life of violence indeed; strong patrician nose and features but with full lips turned up at the corners; large, smoldering brown eyes that could flash in anger; booming bronze voice that could overwhelm one with affection or force. Marc Antony wondered how the Queen of the Nile would appear before her. Had the years been kind to her, or had she turned into an old and ugly shrew? He remembered her well, when she was Caesar’s and thus beyond the reach of other men. Above all he recalled her enormous, lively eyes. She moved with poise and elegance, blessed with a special charm and beauty. How much of the young girl remained in the woman who had answered his summons? The ships rolled in, tall and heavy, the oiled wood creaking as they made port. A few hundred legionaries lined the waterfront, dressed for ceremony - their armor and tack polished to a brilliance. The festering sun reflected warmly on the scintillating metal. A proud lion roared on their shields. Silver trumpets blared the fanfare and drums beat a low rhythm. Antony and his staff were clad in white and gold, their armor inlaid with ivory and gilded iron. Standing tall in front of the enormous galley carrying the Queen, dressed in Roman splendor and endowed with confidence, power and charisma, Mark Antony was a King in all but name. (“Harder, glorious one,” his whisper raced along her exposed skin, the sharp scrape of his beard along her shoulder as she groaned in pleasure. The darkened room gave no witness to the passion that played out within its hold, the small illumining candle flickering as the soft breeze played dominate from the open window. Eyes closed and head bowed in pseudo submission, she pressed back harder, arching and jerking down toward the damp sheets, the strength in his fingers bruising the fullness of her plush hip. He was a man of unyielding desire, demanding all that she had to offer and giving her no room to play the games she often played with the ruler that loved her more than he ought. Her fingers clenched as the sound of his hand connected with her soft skin, the groan lifting toward the heavens seemingly coming from her as the bed jerked forward in response to his force. The large painting on the wall before her depicted the deity that she gave homage to for saving her from her pathetic beginnings, the role of regal women no better than that of a slave. She smiled and licked her lips as her gaze locked on to the face of Isis. Dark tendrils of hair spilled down her back, sliding across the moist olive colored skin, her mind fragmented on desire demanding this level of ecstasy for the likes of eternity and the struggle to remain at the moment and not usurp control from the god behind her. His voice touched her senses again, and she dismounted his offering, rolling onto her back and pressing the tip of her toe into his chest, her body exposed and luxurious. The smile that played on her mouth as she watched him covet her was wicked enough to push them toward the edge of depravity. Shifting her arms beneath her, she shook her head a little, her hair moving to the appropriate place below her, her breast taunt and heavy, moving in tandem. For a moment she let her eyes run across the hard planes of his physique, and in return for the glimpse she harbored fear. She could love this man and for that, all bets would be all. The acquiescence of emotion pushed her forward and she moved to her hands and knees, crawling forward to press her nose to his sternum. She breathed in deeply, subtly rolling her hips before looking up at him with challenge in her eyes. “What have we done, lover?” She whispered, leaning in to let her tongue touch his nipple tentatively, swirling around the puckered flesh and closing her eyes simply to block other sensations from her need to taste his regret. That she found none scared her more than she was willing to admit, even to herself. She laughed deeply in her chest as her hair was yanked hard, his large hand wrapped in the silky madness with the demand that she look at him again. For all she knew of him, he wasn’t willing to admit to anything regardless of the desire that lay before him and for that, he would never know the depths of her soul. “More,” was all he whispered before his hand yanked down, and she cleaned up the mess upon his body that they’d both enjoyed making.(permeated her senses, yanking her from sleep and laying waste to the ideal that lust and love could combine in a powerful potion such as was presented that night. The light of morning offered no promise as to what her dreams held closely – power, lust, desire. A soft sigh left her full lips, the black sheets tossed about her, leaving her exposed to all that attended her need. Cleopatra would forever dream of a night such as the one they’d shared. She was exhausted by the search for man bold enough to engage her senses, demanding enough to remind her that she was a woman, and big enough to make her scream for so much more. He did not exist. Or did he? The letter from Antony sat heavy on her, the elegant penmanship a trademark of the intellectual ruler. She looked to her bed-stand, the cream-colored note moving ever so gently as if beckoning her to come. She would of course go to him. He’d championed her alongside Caesar and given her the opportunity she’d always known would come. What would she owe him in return for his loyalty? What would a man such as he expects?“Who can know for sure,” her voice was soft and filled with lost emotion. “He will not have me nor my throne. That much is determinable.” Quintus would be waiting for her in the large foyer of her palace, his accommodations all arrange for her travel and his loyalty to Antony alone. She needed to take a few of her own people with her for protection and comfort, and yet she realized quickly the message that might send. If she was nothing else, she was bold. She dressed in a soft white gown, leaving her hair to trail behind her. The desire to remind Antony of his hands lost it the thickness of it almost palatable. She wrapped a violet shawl around her bodice, covering the nakedness of what her translucent gown put on display for the time being. Cleopatra called for her attendants and sat quickly as they fussed with the rest of her appearance, transforming her from a natural beauty to a goddess within moments. Checking herself one last time before making her descent toward the main entrance of the palace, she steeled herself. The façade would be locked in place and no one, not even the great Marc Antony, who seduced her unconscious memories, would crack her resolve. She would be the goddess they believed her to be and if that meant forever remaining in solitude to do so, so be it. Cleopatra, Empress of the Nile, Queen of Egypt, descended the decorated gangplank dressed in regalia and Eastern splendor fit for such a divine woman. Her dress was translucent and shimmered like a fata morgana, the silk stitched with gilded thread and gems that made it look like her clothes dripped with precious stones. The queen’s hair, shining and rich like black treacle, was done up in an intricate fashion, the black flowing tresses held into place with ivory and golden pins and beads. When she moved she appeared to be floating rather than stepping. Marc Antony’s breath caught in his throat as he laid eyes upon her majesty, for she was even more beautiful than he could remember. Flashing memories dashed in front of his mind’s eye of a night spent in ecstasy, his entire being lost in a haze, bathing in the opulence that was Cleopatra’s body and mind. His hands itched. At the bottom of the gangplank stood a palanquin with purple furnishing and slaves intent of carrying her from the ship to Antioch’s palace. The queen draped herself on the cushions, smooth as her caramel skin and raised one delicate, gold-adorned arm to order the carriers to lift and march off. The proconsul watched this goddess in mortal coil with a fierce and ferocious hunger blazing from his brown eyes. When his gaze alighted on her, he felt a pounding in his wide chest, and his fists clenched without him noticing. He accepted the obsequious emissaries bearing gifts from Egypt without truly looking at them, instead his eyes followed Cleopatra’s litter.* * * * *The marble halls of the Seleucid palace erupted in a frenzy. Marc Antony was a man of great appetites and as such, he had spent lavishly on food to demonstrate his wealth and magnanimity. Figs imported from the North Africa there were, and foodstuffs from Cappadocia and fruits from Cyprus bought from his allies there. Silver and gold plates were covered in piles of roast and fried vegetables. The feast’s guests were treated to dishes each one more sumptuous than the last. There was olive oil from Sardinia and Greece, used to dip crispy, salted bread. With the port of Antioch renovated, the riches of the Mediterranean were now flowing to and fro. ’t Was whence the silver bounty of sea which guests found on their plates came, transported in carts filled with ice from the Armenian mountains. The same mountains had provided the ice with which the Castilian, Valerian and Apulian wines were cooled, to great joy of the assembled guests and dignitaries. Source of much astonishment were the dyed sugar sculptures from Media which the proconsul had made to impress his guests and the Egyptian queen. Syria itself had provided, apart from the assortment of meat, most of the evening’s entertainment in the form of sensual dancers who moved their toned bodies sensuously on the tones of the music. Marc Antony, clad in a red toga - the soldier’s colors - was crowned with a laurel wreath presided over the dinner party like a Dionysus incarnate. If Cleopatra wanted to display herself as a goddess, he would too according to Hellenic custom. Already most of the foreign delegates, including the Parthian dignitaries, addressed him as king. Lucius Censorious had managed to find sufficient time to join Marc Antony for the celebrations and take up the chaise adjacent to the powerful man. “If the world were an oyster, imperator,” he told his superior, “she would be its pearl.” Antony laughed merrily, a sound others found most pleasant even if it were boisterous, and agreed wholeheartedly. “You have no idea, old sod,” he retorted, as he recalled lapping at Cleopatra’s oyster and pearl. The imposing triumvir and his most honored guest, had exchanged many glances with one another, but had not exchanged any words yet. Marc Antony decided to amend that situation by dismissing Quintus Capitol from her side.“You have fulfilled your duty, Capitol,” he said with his most dashing smile on his handsome face, “now find yourself a woman and begone.” The subordinate laughed and made himself scarce after an elaborate bow to the illustrious Egyptian woman.“You look like a star descended from the skies.” My dear, Cleo, he wanted to add but did not. Her perfume was sweet and salivating, spreading the promise of pleasures unfathomable with its delectable aroma. According to rumor, the queen took three baths a day - one in milk to keep her skin young, another in rosewater, and a last in a bath of water enriched with scented oils. Indeed, her skin seemed smooth and tantalizing as if treated with wholesome, powerful balms. “I was thrilled to hear of your acceptance of my invitation.” In truth, it was more a summons than anything else, but to Antony it was as much a personal as a public affair. “The journey was not too hard this late in the season?” (arrogance sat well upon him, the welcoming smile on his face giving away a false sense of security to those that simply forgot that most wolves dressed in soft white wool. Cleopatra would play the socio-political games with him and his people for the day simply because she owed it to him and Caesar. With herself situated upon a plunder of pillows and laid out as if some offering only worthy of the gods, Cleo visually relaxed and allowed herself to indulge in the sights and smells of this old world that sat just beyond her borders. She loved to travel and yet those days seemed long gone now that she sat upon a lonely throne. The mask that was her face moved not as her mind raced with possibilities that played along the realms of heresy, her own desires for a life well lived lost to the divine appointment to rule Egypt as her father had before her. The tugging of her senses brought her from her thoughts – everyone had stopped to stare upon her beauty. She simply watched them as if analyzing something daft or dull, a regal look that reminded them of their astounding lack of importance. With a slight shift of her chin she focused on Antony, his physical appeal and demanding presence caused her lip to lift slightly, a smile only for him as if they held a secret that most would kill to uncover. Her eyes simply caught his before shifting languidly toward the palace that she approached through no efforts of her own. The splendor before her was breathtaking, and yet she’d seen it all before and would most likely see it again. Men of power made sure to leave humility at the door and instead put on display the physical manifestation of all that they were and hoped to be. If you would not worship them, you would worship their wealth. The servants stopped close to the front of the room, their consorted efforts noticed by the great queen of the Nile as not a word was uttered, or a sound was made in carefully placing her make-shift carriage on the ground. She lifted her hand in the air, her eyes adverted toward the dancers in a wistful hope that they would come closer so that she might study the soft roll of their hips, the dramatic bend of their waist. How she loved to dance and yet the most attractive feature of doing so was knowing that perhaps the eyes of the one man in the room that you pined for might be found entranced because of you. Quintus Capitol reached down and took her hand, Cleo using his strength and willingness to pull herself up as Antony started her way. She simply nodded at her accompanying guard and turned in preparation for her first encounter with the newest god amidst the pantheon. The sound of his voice was like deeply seasoned red wine and in his business in dealing with his captain, she closed her eyes only briefly to allow the deep timbre of it to wash over her.“You look like a star descended from the skies.” She almost waited for him to address her as his own, but a man like Antony never made assumptions that were yet to be vetted and found true. She reached up and removed her sash as he spoke. The great queen of the Nile was known for boldness and this moment was one to remind the world that the gods blessed her with beauty that was simply unfair to humanity if not stunning to all. The violet sash fell to her feet as a servant moved quickly to catch it before it hit the ground. She curtsied toward her host, her eyes never leaving his handsome face as she took in the gentle lure of his lies. Marc Antony invited only in theory, but the actuality that sat in a derivative position spoke of a very different action in deed. He demanded in the guise of an invitation, and she responded not because of the demand, but because of the truth of her gratitude. She simply watched him for a moment as a servant approached with long fluted glasses and crimson colored liquid. She took one, not acknowledging the poor servant, but remaining fixed on the man before her.“How could I not come when you beckoned me to do so? Is it not you who stood beside my beloved as he gave me wings to fly and the ability to take my rightful place amidst the gods? I do believe it was.” She laughed softly, a quick sip of the wine before continuing.“The trip was lovely, and the weather is welcoming to someone who stays in the walls of a palace most minutes in the day. Thank be to you for coming so far from your own home. I am most interested in what you hoped to accomplish requiring, I mean requesting, me to accompany you, Antony.” She let her voice fade from the ether between them, her lips touching the edge of her glass as she played a game older than time with the man before her. This had nothing to do with politics or wars or greed. It was a web of desire that was drawn loosely around a man who recognized it not by a woman who would begin the delicious process of drawing him in deeper and deeper until he was lost to her and all that she desired. Mighty Antonius flashed his winning smiles at the Egyptian queen, replying her splendor in kind. His was a more disciplined, abstract manner of glamour, for he was clad in Roman office, endowed with absolute powers over its provinces, armies and subjects in the East, covered in glory of hundreds of battles. Martial prowess was, and would always be, the currency in which a man’s worth was measured, very much like a woman’s beauty and hips. The Queen of the Nile had her radiance, he had his charm and strength but both of them burned bright with passion and ambition.“Yes,” Marc Antony replied, “quite so. I well remember that time. A very neat trick you pulled off with that carpet, your Highness.” The impressive Roman winked and chuckled. Shrugging off the bewitching effect of Cleopatra’s practiced voice. It was said she could charm snakes with her mouth, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face as he thought it rather allusive. When she fell silent he sensed he had wanted her to continue speaking. “He was unlike any other, Julius the Divine. Did you know they made him a God?” That was clever. Octavian could now not only call himself Caesar, having inherited Antony’s friend’s name, but also dive fillip - godly son. Antony found his eyes darting over her hungrily, scrutinizing her every move and admiring her poise and grace. It was as if he were a thirsty man, setting sight upon a pool of cold, clear water. Calming his nerves, tempering his passions, he succeeded in recollecting himself. If she were any other woman, he would have taken her to the back and mounted her then and there... But this was Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, Isis reborn, the allegedly most beautiful woman alive. She had even perfected taking a sip from glassware, turning it into art.“I am a man of the outdoors, my Queen,” Antony commented gently. “I feel the soldier’s life is the life for me. Marching with them, fighting, sleeping outside, flogging them. Oh, how I’ve whipped my men, but I’ve whipped my officers too!” He wagged a finger at some that had found themselves at the end of his cane. “Richly paid them as well. All necessary for keeping them loyal. But enough on the soldierly matters. It gladdens me to see you, and bask in your royal glow once more.” Only now he bowed, a gesture of appreciation and affection rather than protocol. Indeed, Cleopatra might be the Queen of Egypt, but he was triumvir and proconsul, one of the three most powerful men alive.“The East has always beckoned me,” Antony confessed, keeping his eyes level with the queen. “The sun is brighter, the air richer, the people...,” a pause as he drank in the lush sight of her, “prettier. Octavian can have the West.” Picking up a sugared fig, he contemplated, observing the guests. At one end a small throng were watching a Greek play, performed by nude actors - save for their masks of course. At the other end, people were clinging together in search for some love and comfort, finding themselves transported to a higher plain of consciousness if they opted to partake of the special sort of herbs and concoctions. Antony himself opted to simply chew a comfit of cinnamon and mint.“Many years ago, Crass us went East to fight the Parthians. Regrettably he was ambushed, and his army decimated - destroyed even. We lost our eagles. As you know, Julius Caesar had promised to get them back prior to being stabbed to death by the blades of traitors.” It still filled him with anger thinking about the indecency and sheer brutality of his old friend’s and mentor’s fate. The Senate floor was supposed to be sacrosanct, beyond the reach of violence. He trembled with fury as he recalled the indignity he too had to suffer, fleeing the steps of the Senate House. Oh, but how he had showed them! When he spoke again, there was more steel than honey in his voice, in contrast to before.“You also know that Armenia has recently undergone a coup. The culprits were financed with Parthian gold, but Neutral managed to escape.” ‘Culprits’ was not exactly the word he originally described them with, but one had to watch one’s words in such austere presence. Antony leaned in, his mouth closer than appropriate to the queen, if only to enable him to smell her sweet fragrance. He took a deep, indulging breath. His proximity would be an abominable affront if he had been anyone else than he was. Now his tone took on a conspiring note. “I am keeping him secret, safe. You see, my blessed star, I have plans for a grand Eastern campaign to reclaim the eagles of the legions and see Neutral restored to his throne, with Armenia brought back into the Roman sphere of influence. As a monarch with a similar history,” Marc Antony referred to Cleopatra’s own difficult ascension to the throne, “I had hoped to count on your solidarity and support in this endeavor.” Naturally he meant support in terms of resources, funds, men and supplies.“But perhaps we should converse of these things when a party is not on our minds. How do you find the entertainment? Can it match the grace and charm of Egypt?” A dangerous twinkle glinted in his dark eyes, a boyish grin plastered on his handsome face. “Can a humble Roman soldier hope to impress the sovereign of the Upper and Lower Nile?” He played a dangerous game, the subtle shifts toward her and then away left her struggling to maintain the brilliance of her façade – he meant nothing… none of them did. Her eyes set to steeled resolve, the curve of her bottom lip tucking into her wet mouth as she bit the soft flesh, her hands coming to rest before her, clasped together as his temper flared. He would rule the world and the question for her was whether she would find a place beside him once he climbed atop the mountain of dead men it might take to reach his destiny. She lifted her chin slightly, his questions not really of care, but more toward replacing the equilibrium between the two of them, the sexual tension almost a powder keg waiting for a small spark to ignite. She answered him to keep the conversation alive, but her thoughts were far from the commonality of shared words. Plans for an Eastern campaign and Neutral restored? Was that even possible? Armenia would be a force to be reckoned with, but knowing the warrior before her, there wasn’t anyone he couldn’t convince with spirits and wisdom or the sharp tip of his blade if necessary. Where would she stand in all of this? She owed him and the once great Caesar a returned favor for the elevation they granted her, a rise to the throne with as few causalities as possible. Was this her time for repayment? The dark gleam in his eyes said that it was. He was hungry and by the very essence of pheromone that rolled off of him, it would be her that he sated himself with. Would he take her against her will? The fleeting thought thrilling her in ways she didn’t think possible. A queen left in solitude, the world to watch and elevate her beauty and yet no one dared touch her for fear of retribution by the gods she served, her very essence that of Aphrodite that night.“The celebration is quite fitting and you, Antony is the model of self-control and extravagance all in the same conundrum.” She turned her head to signal to her servants that she would be moving toward the dining hall, her stomach tight with hunger and her heart beating entirely to fast due to the demanding presence of her host. She wasn’t one to let her guard down or show any sign of weakness toward the guardians of the heavens, she most certainly would not before the rulers of earth.“I will be staying with you for a few days, my king. I hope that in that time you might share with me how you foresee all that I am locking into the intricate groves of your desired outcome.” She nodded to him, her head bowing only slight as she locked her gaze on his, heat rolling through her at raw masculinity like never before seen. “I’m weary from my journey and the plaguing of a remembered vision of ecstasy like I’ve yet to taste again. Forgive me.” She blinked slowly, the small tip of her pink tongue touching the edge of her upper lip, her movements only done for the man before her. She bowed slightly, turned and moved alongside her servants, her body on display for all to see – smooth, silky, extravagant. Cleopatra’s allure threatened to overwhelm his senses. Lesser men would lose their sanity there and then, all reason and loyalty obliterated by the sheer attraction the Greco-Egyptian queen exuded, her essence bleeding into the marble walls and incense-choked air. Marcus Antonius, however, was well-versed and experienced in matters of life and pleasure. He allowed Cleopatra’s beauty to wash over him like wave crashing onto rock, her spell dripping from his broad shoulders. The tension between the two of them electrified the party held in Antioch’s palace as they passed into the dining hall. The Queen of the Nile was an incredibly proud and strong-willed individual, a monolith of worldly and divine splendor. This goddess of the moon made flesh had, however, answered his veiled summons for powerful as she was, Cleopatra knew that there was no denying the power of Rome. And Rome, in the East, was Marc Antony. He himself was a god in his own right, strong of limb and voice, his actions and words resonating like a giant bell of bronze. “You hear these lads,” Marc Antony spoke, barely lifting his voice but managing to reach across the room in spite of the music and noise. “Egypt’s radiant queen is pleased with our efforts. A toast,” he called, lifting his bejeweled goblet. “A toast to gorgeous Cleopatra and her Egypt.” The toast was jubilantly taken and repeated, caged glasses and cups lifted in honor to the great queen. Many guests refilled their goblets in the massive, decorated cauldron that stood in the center of the room and contained the potent and spiced wine, reinforced with enigmatic aphrodisiacs that sent many a patron in a frenzy. Antony tilted his glass and spilled several drops to the mosaic floor as a libation to the heavens and Isis, Cleopatra’s goddess.“A conundrum,” he chuckled, “you make me sound like a woman.” Perhaps his soldier’s wit was wasted on her, but he cared not. His eyes grew hooded and hot. “They say a great many things about Marc Antony, possessing restraint is not among them. What I want, I take.” Whether it was a shrouded threat, an attempt at seduction or both he left for her to decide. Being the man he was, he did not need to explain himself. Antony stole the silver platter with which a servant rushed towards his queen, and instead offered her the displayed fruits and sweets himself.“As I said, heavenly queen,” Marc Antony pontificated whilst holding out the silver platter before her. “I adore and relish the East. Unlike Rome, it is familiar with kings. The stern subtleties of republicanism,” a scowl accompanied that word, “means little to people who cannot conceive of no form of government save monarchy, and might on occasion even worship their sovereigns as divine. Why not, indeed? It is a tried and tested thing.” To old-fashioned and foolish Romans this superstition appeared contemptible. All the same, their magistrates had long been awarded their own elevated places in the pantheons of their subjects: their praises had been wafted to the heavens on dense clouds of incense, their images placed in the temples of strange gods, like those of Egypt. “For the citizen of a republic in which jealousy and suspicion accompanies every parade of greatness, these are heady pleasures - but also perilous, my queen.”“Rivals back in Rome are quick to denounce any hint of regal delusion. They are a collection of hypocrites best parted from their heads, for they are blind to the snake nestling against their bosom.” Marc Antony paused a moment, observing the way with which Cleopatra licked and played with her lips, in a fashion the great Roman considered the apex of sensuality and promise. “I speak of course of the boy Octavian.” Marc Antony handed the platter back to a slave, sitting down beside the Egyptian woman. “But enough of politics for now, Daughter of Ptolemy. Eat, drink and enjoy yourself, we can speak afterward when you are better rested.” He grinned at her comment concerning ecstasy. “Mishaps I can be of more use to you than you had anticipated.”(( lifted her glass as he beckoned his followers and soldiers to honor her, a small nod toward him in gratitude. He was regal and overtly appropriate in the eye of the public, much like her in accepting elevation beyond what might be due. He served her, and she gratefully took his offering, a smile reaching to her lovely dark eyes and warming her soul at the many layers that made up the man before her. Furthermore, he was respectful and gracious in his compliments, most men doting on her, but Antony bathed her in extravagance. A decision was made at the moment, remembrance of his loyalty to both her a Caesar playing a large part in it. She would help him – even if he wanted to conquer the world. He would be king and she, his queen. He need not know that just yet. The game of cat and mouse was much better elongated in the façade of struggle than laid bare and defunct by the smooth lips of a power-hungry man and a sex-starved goddess.“Octavian will meet the end that is designed only for him. He cannot continue to swoon Rome to the point of blind ignorance. Surely the great and majestic city will wake to his rouse, and then he will have hell to pay for who he has become.” She lounged on a soft bed of pillows, Marc sitting down beside her as she moved up, her long, lean arm extended behind her, holding her in a sensual position. He mentioned her rest and insatiable sex drive in the most subtle of ways, a smile touching her full red lips at his boldness. She sat up a little more and leaned toward him, the eyes of the crowd on the two of them as her lips brushed against his ear, her words whispered on the edge of small moans. “I would eat, but even the finest of foods leave my palate dulled. And oh how I would love to enjoy the deep bitterness of the grape, but a small sip or deep gulp does nothing to satisfy my thirst.” She moved back a little, her lips hovering just above his as her eyes moved from his mouth to his heavy gaze. “How might I find enjoyment, Marc, when I yearn for that which seems just beyond my reach? Is my light too bright that even the darkness of nights might not give me rest?” She licked her lips, her tongue brushing by his as well. “I want the world to bow before me and give all that it holds to simply stroke my pleasure, and yet I dream of the day when I bow before you.” She breathed in softly, taking in the very essence of him as her eyes closed in ecstasy. “Remind me that with them, I’m deity, but with you… I’m only a woman.” “The boy owes everything to his name. Why Caesar decided to make him his legal heir I still cannot fathom.” There were few topics that riled him up as easily as mention of Octavian’s name, for Marc Antony felt cheated out of his fortune by the stripling who had bought Rome’s devotion. The lad had proven himself a great politician, outmaneuvering veterans of the Cesarean faction, Antony included, after Brutus and his cohorts had raised their blades wet with the blood of a god made flesh. Divine Caesar was dead, even after all this time it was hard to realize. Had the old man recognized the guile and wit buried deep beneath that pale complexion? “I loathe and admire him, I must admit.” Marc Antony did not share the great Caesar’s clemency, and so would never forgive Octavian his slights, but he did appreciate the genius of his policy. It was fortunate indeed that Octavian was occupied in the west with Lepidus and the rebel Sexts Compass, son of Caesar’s greatest rival whom Rome had called Pompey the Great, for there was a reckoning to be held. Sooner or later the pirate king Sexts Compass would be scorched from Sicily and Antony would finally be pitted against Octavian. Transgressions and crimes would be washed away with blood. All veneer of nobility Antony would strip away from the over-reaching boy, taking away his purple trimmed toga and rod of office like toys from the child that he was. Careful not to obsess over it too much, Marcus Antonius let himself be drawn back into the present by her majesty’s words and grace. Cleopatra’s favors were the most exclusive in the world, for insatiable as she was reputed to be, she was royalty and divine. Given to sleeping around she was not. The female of the Ptolemaic species had always been deadlier than the male: intelligent, ruthless, ambitious, strong-willed, sensual. Now, in the person of Cleopatra, all these fierce qualities had been met and distilled. She was bred to perfection, Antony thought as he sniffed in her scent and perfume. Her sex appeal, together with the charm of her conversation, and the charisma evident in everything she said or did, made her quite simply irresistible. She had slipped into Caesar’s chambers within a rolled up carpet, or so the rumor had it, and the great man had bedded her that very night. How could Marc Antony deny her, resist her if Caesar had not? He who had been the better man in all things? What had been Caesar's was rightfully his? Still, if anyone might fill the dictator’s shoes, it was Marcus Antonius. “I cannot imagine the torture you are faced with daily, robbed of the basic pleasures of food and drink.” His warm brown eyes fixed on her face, taking in the faintest shift of her expression, the softest curl of her lips as she seduced him. “You find yourself at the tip of the sword, kept between the realms of men and gods.” The triumvir dared run a finger run from her cheekbone to her chin. “My queen, you are Isis incarnate, goddess of the moon and mistress of love. Your light outshines all but the sun’s.” Marc Antony tasted her on his lips as her tongue gently brushed against his mouth. There would be scandal in Rome when they heard of the Egyptian queen enticing him, but he cared not for in the East there would be jubilant celebration. “I shall be your sun, your Apollo. They will sing of your coming here, Lady of the Nile, and say that Aphrodite has come to feast with Dionysus.” It had been Antony’s want to parade through the Greek cities of the East dressed as the god of wine and revelry - something that the West tolerated with a scolding. Queen Cleopatra’s seductions were not merely the delights of her body, but charms more perilous and exciting by far. When she whispered into Antony’s ear, her most honeyed words were not of sensual pleasure, but promises of godhood and universal empire. At least, that was how the Roman chose to interpret the grandiose suggestions spilled from her sweet lips.“Like me then,” Antony whispered smoothly as breathed her in and watched her from beneath heavily lidded eyes filled with yearning and want. “You want it all. Come to my chambers this night, and I will remind you of your mortal coil. I will worship at your altar of lust and feast on your essence. I shall have you as a woman, a queen and a goddess.”

Empire Divided|rating:4.0

The Red Survivor (Zombie Apocalypse)

In the midwestern city named Carmen City, a lone young woman survived the first weeks of a sudden Zombie Apocalypse by hiding in her grandparents bomb shelter after her entire family was murdered. Unfortunately, there weren't that many provisions left in the bunker, so she only managed to hold out three weeks before hunger and thirst forced her out of her hiding place. She finds herself outside the small, two-story house of her grandparents, long since ransacked. It stands in what used to be the suburbs of Carmen City - sixty years ago. Now, it was part of the core of the city, though its particular neighborhood had retained some of its suburban charge. Luckily for her, there are no Zombies in sight right now, but neither any other humans - though scantier voices approaching from further down the street, coming from the direction of the city's center. She guesses that they are little more than three minutes away from being able to spot her, unless she hides. (had watched as the zombies had burst into her grandparent's house. The sounds of the screams that echoed through the streets as she ran into the bomb shelter and closed it shut behind her. She had turned sixteen only a week ago, and she had been enjoying her summer vacation when they had come. Only weeks before the only thing she really worried about was what she was going to wear. She had cried for hours after sealing herself in, knowing that she had abandoned her family. She hoped that her Mom, and Dad were okay, and even David, her little brother. Miriel stood at 5'4 feet tall, and weigh only about 105 pounds. Although she was only sixteen her body had already become well-developed, with 36 C cup breasts, a small waistline, and wide hips. Her strawberry colored hair only reaching the top of her shoulder framed her pretty face nicely. Chocolate eyes that sparkled with excitement, and an innocent smile. Before all of this she had been one of the prettiest girls in school. She was also still a virgin, never finding a guy who wanted more out of the relationship then to just get in bed with her. She had stretched the supplies of the bomb shelter for as long as she could, but she knew that she would have to leave eventually and try to find more supplies. There had been some extra clothes in the bunker, including a pair of boots that were in her size, and black cargo pants to replace her skirt, and sandals she had been wearing when it had all started. She knew it had been her grandpa's idea, he had lived through WW2, and had ever since always been a little paranoid. Taking a backpack with the little supplies she had left, a flashlight, some batteries, and two flares. She exited her safe haven, and home for the past three weeks and entered back into the ruined earth. It was quiet, not even the sounds of birds could be heard, nor the normal humdrum of the city and its people. Each step across the lawn towards the house seemed to echo into the distance. The streets were a mess, cars were littered across the road, and even in houses, abandoned and left to eventually rust away. There was dried blood all over the street, but no bodies. She saw nothing but inanimate objects as she surveyed her surroundings. She froze however as she heard voices coming towards her in the distance. She quickly ran back to the door of the bomb shelter, leaving it slightly open so she could run back into it if she needed to, hopefully unseen. Moving quickly into the house she tried to ignore the smell of rotting food, and the blood that littered the kitchen. Making her way into the living room, and the front windows she peered out, keeping low to try and avoid being seen. Soon, she could see a small group of people on bicycles ride down the street. As they came closer, she made out one woman and five men in surprisingly clean and expensive clothing. One of the men had a trailer attached to his bike and was panting rather more than the others, as it seemed to be filled with a few supplies on top of its own weight. She could also make out some weaponry, mostly various blunt weapons. Only the woman, a rather attractive, if a bit severe looking woman with short blonde hair, had a crossbow strapped to her back. As they approached the house, the group slowed down and dismounted, leaving their bikes on the sidewalks but in a formation where any single bike could take off without colliding with the others. The woman stayed back, making her crossbow ready, while the men, except for the one with the trailer, went in pairs into the next two houses - just two houses away from Muriel. The exhausted man tried to start a conversation, but the severe looking woman shot him down quickly, whispering furiously. After less than five minutes, the four looters left the houses they'd searched through, depositing some supplies in the trailer, then went into the next two houses - once they were done with those, they would probably enter the house of Muriel's grandparents. She knew what there intention was, and it didn't bode well for her. If they looted her grandparent's house it would mean that she would be out of luck. She quickly went back into the kitchen, grabbing a large carving knife and two steak knives that hadn't yet been stolen. She was careful not to walk across any of the windows and alert the two in the street. Walking up the stairs she waited the room just next to the stairs, her room. She was shaking with fear and could feel the blood pumping through get body. Feeling like there were butterflies in her stomach. She would grab the first one up the stairs, and get some information from them. She knew the basic technique to knife throwing, and although she didn't have the proper type of knife, she doubts anyone would ignore a knife flying at them. She looked back into her room, someone had already gone through her things, but didn't seem to have taken anything more than some clothes. Furthermore, she felt angry that someone had just come up into her room and had gone through her things. Furthermore, she took a deep breath to try and calm the fear that had gathered and increased as she heard a door open. Now all she had to do was wait. She could hear two pairs of feet ascend the stairs. One person, a man, said something she couldn't make out, but he was hushed by the other with a whispered, but intelligible "Do you want to make any ofthemnotice us!?". They ascended the stairs, but stopped near the top. "Do you hear that?", whispered one man. The other answered: "Someone's breathing."" Zombies don't breathe", said the other. "Careful. I think they're at the end of the hallway."" Sure thing, Jason." The took the last few steps up the stairs - and one of them, a rather short, but burly man, flipped around so he was face to face with her. "Ha!", he shouted, both at his deception and at seeing his prey. He swung his baseball bat at her gut like a practiced batter. She couldn't dodge in time and took the brunt of it to her stomach. She dropped quickly and started coughing trying to catch her breath as the wild swing had knocked the wind out of her. The swing hasn't hurt too much with the amounts of adrenaline that was pumping through her veins, but she was also now at their mercy. She covered her stomach and tried to catch her breath as she lay on the floor defenseless. She tried to think of something to do. It was obvious these people didn't care about others outside their group, and she didn't want to become their prisoner, or worse. Between the fear and the hit to her stomach she could barely focus on anything. She wanted to just crawl away and hide away from these people. She needed to buy herself some time, just something to allow her to think. Furthermore, she looked up at them her eyes filled with fear, the one who had hit her stood over her with bat still in hand. Furthermore, she couldn't see the man's partner, however. Furthermore, she spoke, her voice soft and rather girlish hinting at her age. "Please don't hurt me, please sir, I'm sorry." She tried to look and act as innocent and air headed as she could. She had no misconceptions about her abilities to defend herself, but if they thought she was a threat it would make things much harder for her. "Damn, this is just a girl", said the Batter." Quite the mature girl, if you ask me, Jason", said his partner, who had just entered. "I mean, she's got bigger udder's than the boss." He learned at her breasts, which her shirt accentuated more than concealed." Why do you always call them udders, anyway, Marko?"; asked Jason as he bent down, taking away anything Muriel might have used as a weapon. "And you, girl, behave, or I'll break your legs," he told her and gave her a kick right into her breasts. "Don't think I haven't realized why you were hiding here with knives," he explained with a threatening gaze." Hey, don't damage those! As for your question, I've got a thing for breastmilk. Didn't I tell you that?", replied Marko as he watched the whole scene with barely concealed glee." Ah, right. Anyway, take off her boots and let's get her to the boss. I'll look if there's anything valuable 'round here", said Jason. Marko bent down and started pulling off her boots. "If you kick out, girl, I'll strip you naked and take you along like that," he explained as he worked her first boot off, then got to work on the second one. "Why her boots, anyway, Jason?" The burly batter was rummaging through the drawers of her room. "Those are safety boots. Even with those spindly legs, she could do quite some damage if she kicked out", explained Jason." Hmm, true", agreed Marko as he pulled off her second boot, leaving her barefoot. Then he grabbed her by her hair and wrenched her up. "Man, her hair is silky. She must have used some product all the time before Hell broke loose." Jason snorted and walked in front of her. "Now listen, girlie. You be nice and obedient, and we won't beat you dead, understood? If any of us tell you to do anything, you do it. Or I'll start by taking this beautiful bat to your tits first, then your legs. Followed by your arms and then your teeth. Understood? If yes, kiss the nice bat," he said while holding his blunt implement in front of her face. She screamed as the Man's boot connected with her breasts the pain was powerful, and it made her tear up as she clutched her chest in pain. She has never been treated so roughly before, and she was scared for her life. Furthermore, she didn't fight them as they stripped her of her boots, exposing her smooth and soft feet. Furthermore, she listened as they talked as if she was just a piece of meat. She tried to stop herself from screaming again as she was suddenly yanked up by only her hair. Quickly getting up to stop the pain in her scalp. She looked at the two of them fearfully, as the one man explained how he was going to torture her. Any sense of control she has quickly dissipating as it was obvious that she had no chance to escape such cruel people. She hesitated for a moment before putting a chastise kiss on the blunt object, and the cause of the sore pain in her stomach. She was visibly shaking with fear as she stood surrounded by the larger men. Tears falling down her face, from both the pain and fear. "Now, be quiet. Zombies can hear just as well as we do," Jason explained, smiling at her tear-stained face. At the same time, Marko took her hands and held them behind her back. Pulling off the belt of her cargo pants, he tied them there, then they took her down. Outside, they were greeted by the female who was apparently their leader and the other two men. They seemed quite surprised, but the men's expression quickly turned into lairs. The pushed her urgently in front of the woman, then Jason kicked her knees to make her fall down. "Found this little morsel hiding up in a room." The woman looked at her with cold eyes devoid of any empathy, and she knew she would not find any kindness in this one. "What's your name, bitch?", she asked the terrified girl. As they secured her hands behind her back her ample chest was thrust outwards. As they led her outside she squirmed as the heat from the concrete felt like it was burning her feet. Causing her to walk awkwardly as they lead her to the group. She didn't know how good of a shot the woman was, but she had little chance to get away now from them. She felt her knees being kicked out landing roughly on her knees. They could clearly see down her shirt now as she looked up at them with fearful eyes. Her innocent features stained by tears. She had hoped the other woman would have helped her, but it seemed like she'd be just as likely to hurt her. "My N-name is Rose." She said shakily. "Please, I'm just trying to survive..." She tried to reason with them to just let her go. "Hmm, Rose? Kind of fitting", replied the woman. Then she looked at the men. "Tie her up properly and get her onto the trailer. We need to get back to base before noon, or we'll be cooked." Jason and Marko do so, using a rough rope to tie up her bare legs while groping her shapely legs and chest a bit." You be quiet now. One sound, and I'll gag you with my old socks," he explains while twisting one tender nipple through her shirt and bra. Then they leave her in the trailer and take off. While on the way, the sun shined on her mercilessly, making her sweat like crazy and get lightheaded. As she squirmed on the trailer, the other supplies bumping into her body, she noticed that they were riding towards the park of the city. Once there, they rode towards a former restaurant that was built to look like a small fortress, giving it thick stonewalls, small windows and easily secured entrances. She was hauled out of the trailer roughly, then dragged by Marko into the fortress-like building. Inside, it looked like a restaurant, though it no longer smelled like one. Marko put her on her knees in the center of the room. Another man, who had apparently stayed behind as sentry, walked closer and asked them what was going on. While the men talked, the woman stood in front of her after taking off her shoes and socks and switching into more casual clothes - short pants and a thin shirt that accentuated her thin, slender figure." I'm Jessica. And you're our little pet now, do you get that? You do what we say, when we say, as we say. Or we'll make you sorry. Do you get that, pet?" She pushed Rose's face down to her feet. "Now, I worked up a sweat, but I hate sweaty feet. Lick them clean, pet." As they tied her bare legs together the rope cutting roughly into her ankles, she just water to hide to disappear. She was roughly thrown on the trailer like an object. She groaned in pain as the men groped verbose as they tied her, one of them threatening her and twisting her nipple. She didn't know how long they rode, the heat from the noon sun beating down on her, already worsening her dehydration. They were pulling up to a fortified restaurant she could see people moving about. Her clothes clung tightly to her body from the sweat, showing off her thin frame and lacy black bra. Roughly shoved into the fortress and pushed down onto her knees she looked up to find the woman from before standing in front of her in more casual clothing. She was told she was their pet, her hopes falling rapidly. Her face was pushed to the woman's feet. She hesitated before slowly and very lightly licking her feet, trying to obey without having to actually clean the woman's feet. The men cheered Jessica on, but the svelte woman just snorted and kicked Rose in the face." Clean them properly, whore. Or I'll have you clean my men. Every. Day." Once the girl was done, she kicked her again for good measure. "Strip her," she ordered one of the men whose name Rose didn't know. He eagerly complied, first tearing off her thin shirt. The men hooted and catcalled, then cheered when he roughly ripped off her lacy bra, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly for a moment. He pulled her back by her hair, so her breasts stood out more for everyone to see. Then he pulled her cargo pants down, the men starting to make dirty jokes about her, describing her as a whore. After all, why else would she wear this kind of underwear in this situation. As her panties were torn of, they hooted even louder, secure in the knowledge that they could barely be heard outside, enjoying the view of her smooth, unspoiled pussy." Hmm, this is going to be fun", commented Jessica as she realized that her victim was probably a virgin. "Guys, get me Joe's collar." They did so, bringing her a dog collar. It was thick and very large, with a thick ring for a leash. She put it around Rose's neck, the thick collar quite uncomfortable, even though she didn't pull it too tight. Then, Jessica pinched her left nipple, twisting it painfully. "And she's got such a sweet voice, don't you guys agree?" They did, asking her also when they would finally get to fuck her. "In time, in time. Let's not spoil this, alright? Get her over here," she replied as she walked towards the kitchen. One man grabbed Rose by her still shackled hands and forced her up, lest he dislocate her shoulders. As she was walked towards the kitchen, the men groped and slapped her, many of them hitting her ass hard enough to leave handprints. In the kitchen, she found her next humiliation waiting. Jessica had filled a dog bowl with what looked like genuine dog food and set a bowl with water next to it. "You look hungry, pet. It wouldn't do to have you starve right now, would it?" She grabbed her by her collar and threw her down onto her knees. "Eat. And you better not waste a bit of it. I expect the bowl to be sparkling clean." She cried out as she was kicked in the face, her tears threatening to reappear she wanted to hurt the woman but with how things were going it would be a poor choice to try and escape now. She returned to her task at hand moving closer to better lick lean the woman's feet. Furthermore, she felt disgusted with herself as the men cheered as she knelt in front of the woman and licked her feet. After what seemed an eternity she was kicked again sending her to the ground in surprise. She froze as a man approached her and roughly tore her shirt open to reveal her bra. The hooting and cheering getting louder as the man than took her bra off. Her sweat covered body glistened in the poor sunlight that made it into the room. Her breasts were bruised from where she had been hit twice, and her stomach had a nasty bruise where the bat had struck her. Her cargo pants removed left her only in her panties. She wanted to run to do something, but she was helpless against the man. She felt dirtier then she had ever felt as the crowd of men watched her be stripped, hooting and shouting obscene things at her. Finally, her panties were off her and her virgin and clean-shaven hole was only display. Before she knew it there was a large dog collar around her neck the rough material felt uncomfortable, and she couldn't get it in a position that she was comfortable in. She cried out again as her sensitive nipples were pinched and twisted again. She glared at the woman as the men hooted about wanting to Rape her. Furthermore, she hoped that she wouldn't have to. Furthermore, she never even had sex with anyone before. She squealed as she was lifted by her wrists and quickly but awkwardly stood up and followed without any other choice. Furthermore, she looked down at the dog food and looked at the woman. Surrounded by a large group of men she didn't know what else to do. She could feel the tears starting to fall as she bent over the bowl of dog food. Her ass in the air and her two most vulnerable holes on display for all to see. Her ass swayed as she slowly ate the disgusting food. She stopped and coughed gagging at the taste. Jessica and her men watched her eat and drink like a dog, slapping her already red and burning buttocks sometimes. Whenever she spilled something on the floor, she was forced to lick it right back up, until, finally, she was done. The men were asking Jessica if they could finally fuck her, but to her relief, Jessica refused - only to announce that they needed to properly break her in first. For that, she clipped a leash onto Rose's collar and roughly pulled her after herself, promising her that she'd have her fucked by dogs if she didn't behave like one. They went back into the main room of the restaurant, where a sign from Jessica had her men pull their cocks out of their pants. Jessica dragged her by the leash over to Jason, whose massive member was still flaccid, but already big enough to make her tremble in fear even more." Now, dear Jason here caught you, so he gets the first round. You be now a good little doggie, Pet, and lick him properly. Then you can suck him off, I'm sure a little whore like you knows how this works. Hell, maybe you can teach me a trick or two!" The men hoot and cheer as Jason holds his half-erect cock in front of her, it being already thick enough that she doubts she could even fit it all into her mouth." Come on, Pet, do your duty!", Jessica orders, slapping her ass with what feels like a whip. She squirmed and yelped every time they slapped her ass, it was already an angry red color she could imagine. She had dropped several bits of food onto the floor and was promptly forced to lick it up. The dirty floor tasting just as bad as the food that sat on it. She felt sick to her stomach as she finally finished her so-called meal. Rose shuddered to think about what else the cruel woman had in store for her. She struggled to get up and follow the woman as she was lead like a dog back into the main room. She felt her heart race as each man pulled down their pants. Furthermore, she was pulled towards the one who had hit her with the bat, Jason. She looked up at him with fearful eyes as she knelt before him, bound and helpless. Furthermore, she looked around at the leering men, and the cold eyes of the woman, it was obvious there would be no rescue from this. Was this going to be her life until they got tired of her and killed her? She could feel tears welling up at the corner of her eyes. She wriggled her way towards the man, her mouth opening a little as she stuck her tongue out. Licking up the flaccid member towards the head slowly, begging the man with her eyes to not make her do this. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around the large member, the head barely fitting into her mouth. She wrapped her tongue in circles around the head, and started to suck on the man's dick. The smell and taste of it making her gag. She cried onto the man's dick as she felt something strike her already tender ass. She tried her best to get it over with quickly, using her tongue to pleasure the head of the man's penis, and sucking as hard as she could, hoping he would finish quickly, and get this over with quickly. Furthermore, she looked up every so often with her beautiful eyes to see how she was doing. Furthermore, she had very little control over the rest of her body as her ankles were still tied, and her hands were still secured behind her back. Furthermore, she squirmed as she tried to loosen something to give her a chance to escape if the chance appeared. "Good God, I think our little pet here has no clue what she's doing!", shouted Jason as she tried - and failed - to please him. "She's just sucking it like a lollipop!" The gathered men broke out in laughter, but Jessica only brought whatever she was using down on Rose's ass, stronger than before." Seems we need to help her a bit. Jason, why don't you give her some help?", she said as she continued to strike her ass in sadistic glee, until it was red all over. Jason reached down to grab her hair painfully. "Better not throw up now, pet, or we'llreallyhurt you." And with one savage thrust, he shoved the entire length of his cock down her throat, not stopping until her face was pressed against his pelvis, her throat bulging. The little girl couldn't even breath anymore as he enjoyed her spastic attempts to somehow take some air in." Uuuhh, I love this", he groaned as he held her there, his cock growing to its full length and girth inside her throat. Jessica stopped whipping her as they watched her struggles grow weaker, her face turning first red, then slightly purple. When she was at the edge of passing out, Jason finally came, pumping spurt after spurt of his seed straight down her throat and into her belly." Unnngghhhhh", he groaned as he let go of her hair, letting her slide down his softening cock and collapse onto the ground. "Man, guys, you've got to try her mouth out. It's the best." Before she could properly recover, Marko stepped forward and knelt in front of her. Grabbing her hair with both hands, he raised her head and thrust his large cock - though it was barely half the length and size of Jason's - down her throat. But unlike Jason, he did not stop there. Instead, he pulled back out, only to slam back in, fucking her mouth faster and faster, moving his hips and her head against each other, grunting every time her face smashed into his pelvis. "Oh Malayan, thank God we caught this whore. I can't even imagine how great her ass is going to feel..."" I call dibs on her ass. Want her to feel my little Jason in there, first", commented Jason as he stroked his half-erect, glistening member. The other men protested that he'd just loosen her up too much, but he didn't really bother. At the same time, Jessica knelt down behind Rose and shoved one finger into her pussy until it reached her maidenhead. "Look here, guys, she really virgin!", she explained, renewing their cheers. "Don't worry, pet, we'll take good care of you..." She started to stroke Rose's pussy, careful not to break her virgin hood as Marko's savage thrusts threw her back and forth. Bending down, she bit into her left ass cheek, further abusing her reddened skin. Her ass felt white-hot, and each strike made her groan in pain. She was surprised when the man roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth all the way down his erect member. She could feel it in the back of her throat, and even down her throat. Furthermore, she really started to struggle when she realized that she couldn't breathe around the massive member that was pushed into her throat. Furthermore, she could feel herself losing consciousness as her vision started to blur. Furthermore, she started to cry, and wondered if this was how she was going to die, suffocated by a giant cock in her mouth. Though before she passed out she felt the Man's hot seed pushing down her throat the slimy texture felt weird as it went down. She gasped for breath after the man finally came, but he was quickly replaced by another and her mouth was once again filled by a cock. This time however the man quickly took hold of her hair and used it to move her head up and down on the cock. She could take small breaths in between thrusts but each time he pushed his cock into her mouth made her gag. She moaned loudly at the sudden and pleasurable sensation that came from her pussy. Light at first, but compared to what she had been put through today it felt like she was on cloud nine. She started struggle again however when she felt the woman bite into her ass. She struggled against the man and the bounds that held her, begging them to hurt or humiliate her more anything but this. Marko took his sweet time raping her mouth, while Jessica was abusing her hindquarters, but soon, he shot his load down her throat, making her choke again." From now on, cum only onto the pet, not into it", ordered Jessica as she let off Rose's abused buttocks. The men agreed and moved to continue raping her mouth and throat, one after the other, shooting their loads off onto her face, her breasts and her belly, covering her in their sticky seed. When all four of the remaining men had blown their load, and Jason had gotten a second round of fucking her throat like Marko had, they finally let her collapse on the ground. Hours had passed, and she was barely coherent at this point. Jessica approached her again, having walked off to eat something. She ran her left toes over Rose's belly, covering them in sperm, then moving them in front of her mouth. "Oh, look, they got dirty. Clean my toes, pet." Once she had finished humiliating Rose with that and some more choice comments on what her mother would think of her, she ordered one of the men to take her to her 'kennel'. Dragging the limp girl over the ground by her hair, they brought her into the former walk-in fridge of the restaurant. It had been off the grid for weeks now and was cool, but not dangerously so. They freed her legs from their bindings and her hands as well, but only to tie the latter with chains - and string her up, so she hung off a hook meet for slabs of meet, her feet dangling more than a foot over the floor, all of her weight on her wrists. With her entire, cum-covered body on display like that, some man took the opportunity to abuse her breasts a bit, but then Jessica ushered them out." You'll be sleeping here, like this. Don't try to get off the hook, pet, or I'll literally have our dogs mount you." She turned around and left the freezer, half-closing the door. "Look forward to tomorrow. I'll have my men fuck the other side. They'll rape you until you're bleeding. Anthelme'll get to the fun stuff..." She closed the door, leaving Rose in complete darkness. She felt the man's sperm shoot down her throat choking on the salty flavor of it. Each man after raping her mouth came all over her body, the creamy substance covering her face and breasts even down her stomach. Her jaw felt sore after the first man returned stretching her mouth to its limits. She was exhausted after the ordeal, she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She looked up to find the woman had returned her toes covered in the cum that sat around her. Furthermore, she glared at the woman but complied with the order, she was in no position to resist her. Furthermore, she screamed and begged as she was once again dragged by her hair to what look like a walk in refrigerator. Removing the rope and belt from her, they quickly chained her hands together. Hanging her up like a piece of meet she felt completely humiliated by her treatment at the hands of these brutes. They groped her already bruised breasts but were quickly ushered away by the woman who threatened her. She slept very little during the night the cold of her prison and the weight of her body hanging by her wrists kept her awake through the night, the cum hardening around her body. She cried most of the night in complete darkness fearing when her captors would return to rape her. At some point, the raw exhaustion of the day must have overtaken Rose, for she was suddenly jerked awake as ice-cold water hit her. Screaming, she was literally hosed down by one of the men carrying a water hose meet for cleaning cars. The water served to both wake her painfully and clean the dry fluids off her body. When the stream of water was turned off, Jessica walked over to her, herself naked from head to toe, which revealed a slender, well-toned body, more fit than feminine. She freed Rose's wrists, letting the girl crash down to the floor. She was getting wet just looking at her bruised, raw wrists." Stand up, pet. On all fours with you!", she ordered and when Rose was unable to comply, she kicked her breasts again. "Stand up!" A few more kicks later, she crouched down in front of Rose, raising her head by her hair. "Now, tell me how much you want us to use you. Beg for it, pet." She awoke the sounds of high-powered water and her own screaming as she was hosed down by one of the men. Cleaning off the cum that had covered her, but leaving a lot of her skin a bright red. After an eternity under the water it was finally cut off, and she was released from her chains, the wrists bruised from holding her up all night. She squinted from the dim light that entered her cold cell. She tried to get up when order, but her entire body was sore from her treatment yesterday. Furthermore, she felt another kick to her breasts already striking the wounded flesh causing her to scream out in pain. Furthermore, she glared at the woman s she stood on her knees and hands like a dog. "I don't want it, please just let me go." She begged them one last time hoping that they would show her mercy. "Don't do this to me, I'm scared, please ill keep sucking you off, but don't rape me." She sobbed trying to back away from them. "I don't care if you want anything else!", shouted Jessica, kicking the defenseless girl in the face. Standing over her now prone body, she stomped Rose's crotch. "Beg to be used, pet! From now on, you will only want what we want you to want! You. Belong. To. Us!" Each word was accentuated by a stomp to the crotch, belly or breasts. "Now, beg properly to be used. And beg our forgiveness!" She continued stomping on the girl until she complied, growing red in the face. Once she was done, she clipped Rose's leash to her collar and guided her out of the freezer. In the kitchen, she was once again awaited by two dog bowls filled with water and food. Despite the situation, her stomach growled at the sight of food, which caused her tormentors to laugh and insult her again. At least this time, she was allowed to eat in peace while they went about their morning business, with only the naked Jessica watching her and holding her leash. She was then guided outside to a yard that had once been filled with tables and chairs for outdoor-eating, circled by a tall stonewall. Now the chairs and tables had been cleared away. Half the yard was used as a garden for vegetables. Opposite of it were several latrines that had been dug into the ground, with crude wooden shacks built over them. There, she was allowed to relieve herself. When she got out, Jessica forced her over to an outdoor kennel. Three large English mastiffs were inside, each of them tall enough for their shoulders to reach Rose's belly button and at least twice as heavy as her. "Take a good look at them. If you misbehave, I'll give you to my babies here - I've trained them to really like human pussy." She made sure to point their massive cocks with their swollen knots at the base, each of them large enough even when flaccid that if they fucked her, they'd most probably cause serious damage to her. "Now, don't let anyone say I'm not nice to my pets," Jessica continued. She tied the leash to a metal pole at the center of the yard, using a lock to secure it. "You can move around as much as you want, little pet. Get some exercise, because you won't be able to even sit anymore by tonight," she explained with a malicious grin, then went back into the former restaurant. She felt the kick to her face, and it dazed her, and before she knew it the woman was over her beating her body. Stomping on her bruised breasts or her crotch. She screamed in pain, and she quickly complied with her orders." Please fuck me like the whore I am, please forgive me! I'm sorry, please I'm sorry!" She begged and soon the beating stopped. She barely had time to catch her breath or recover from the vicious assault before she was once again leashed and pulled back into the kitchen. The bowls again filled with dog food and water. She felt hungry enough that the food looked appetizing to her and her stomach grumbled causing the surrounding others to laugh at her. Despite how humiliating it was, she ate the food as much as she could stomach. Knowing that it would be the last meal she would probably eat today. After she finished she was lead outside and allowed to relieve herself, thankful for it as she didn't have the chance since yesterday. She could feel the heat against her skin as she was lead on all fours towards a kennel that contained three large dogs, even their flaccid members would have torn her in two, and the thought of them fucking her together made her fearful for her life. She was finally left outside in the hot weather attached by a leash to a pole, completely naked. Furthermore, she sat down and cried. Furthermore, she didn't know what to do. They were going to rape her, and probably do so until they got bored or her, or she was ruined forever. Probably kill her in the slowest most painful way hey could, or maybe just leave her to starve to death. She could feel a small layer of sweat already forming on her skin under the hot sun, with no shade to hide under. More than an hour passes until Jessica returns. Luckily, there were several clouds on the sky, so even though it was still extremely hot, she didn't sunburned. Jessica left the house just as naked as before, approaching Rose until she stood at the edge of the leash' range. There, she whistled for her, a lustful gleam in her eyes. She was followed by one of the men whose name she didn't know, a rather average looking guy. He's just naked from the waist up and moves to feed the dogs. Once the girl had crawled over to her, pulling the leash taut, she pointed at her own, shaven crotch. "Time for you to suckmeoff, pet. If you do your job well, I might spare your virginity - for now." Rose wouldn't be able to do so without choking herself, at least partially cutting off her breathing. She glistened in the sunlight as she sat trying to ignore the heat that surrounded her. Looking to her side she noticed the woman had returned, naked. When motioned she crawled on all fours to her. Scared if she walked normally that she would be punished more than she already had been. She looked up at her torturer and listened as she was given a chance to save her innocence for a while longer. The woman was just out of comfortable reach, and she strained against her leash and color to bring her lips to the woman's nether lips. She choked herself a little as she began to pleasure the woman, flicking her tongue over the woman's clit. Putting pressure on it while suckling at the small pleasure button. She also changed pace and stick her soft tongue into the woman's pussy. Trying to press it up against the woman's g spot. She had to stop several times because she was out of breath. She wanted desperately to pleasure the woman to avoid having Jason's dick inside of her, the largest of the group she was horribly frightened of him and his cruel demeanor. Jessica ground her pussy against Rose's mouth, moaning in pleasure. "Good pet. You'll see, we'll get you to love this. Then you'll be the perfect pet." She fucked the girl's face just as brutally as the men did, pushing her so deeply into her own mound that Rose had to fight to breathe sometimes. Sweat begun to cover her slender body as she moaned louder, until she finally threw her back, even though she hadn't reached her climax. "Hmm. Clumsy. But you were enthusiastic enough, so I won't have them plant a baby in your belly today." With practiced motions, she takes the leash off the pole and drags her back inside. Most of the men are gone, except for Jason. "Dear Jason here won the draw. He gets to fuck your ass first." He is already rock hard. "And the men have already started a competition for who'll get to get you with child first. Can't have your puppies not know who their father is, after all." Jake walks over to the woman and the girl, a pink tube in his hand. "Luckily for our little pet, I found some lubricant a few days ago," he says mockingly, kneeling behind her. She can hear him squeeze the tube, then feels a warm lotion fall onto her butt. He starts to spread it, then kneading it into her butthole, working a single, thick finger inside. Once it has vanished down to the knuckle, he pulls it out again and squeezes some lotion directly into her hole. This time, he pushes two fingers into her, widening her hole a bit as he kneads the lotion into her anal passage. Once he is done, he squeezes some more into her ass, then puts the tube aside, aligning his massive cock with her butthole." What do you say, boss? Slowly or in one stroke?", he asks, probably already knowing the answer. "I think she'd like to finish quick. Just shove it in," Jessica replies with glee in her voice." Understood, Mon capital!" He grabs Rose's young hips with both hands, holding her tight. And with one savage thrust, he buries his entire length inside her asshole, making her scream as she feelssomethingrip inside of her. She was exhausted and out of breath after trying to please the woman. She got a little worried as she was lead back inside, and her fears grew worse as Jason stood waiting his massive cock already out. Furthermore, she froze at the mention of what he was going to do to her. The man approached her and started to apply the lube to her asshole. She could feel he slick liquid around it at first, then she nearly collapsed as the man pushed his finger into her. It felt like a white-hot iron was just pushed into her. She felt another finger and could help got groan in pain. "Please don't, you'll kill me!" She begged them. She started to cry as she felt the man's large member against ass. She felt nothing but white-hot pain as her body was pierced. Furthermore, she could feel her ass burning as the man large size stretched and ripped her ass open. Furthermore, she collapsed onto her forearms as face as all her strength and hope faded quickly. This was going to be her life. She cried and sobbed, "Oh god, pull it out please! You're going to kill me please no more." "Scream louder, pet! Not that anyone will hear you!", mocked Jessica as she watched the little girl be ravaged by her subordinate, rubbing herself all the while in sadistic glee. Jason grunted as he rammed his cock into her tight ass, the movement made easier by the oil he had applied and her own blood, the wet slapping noises of his entering underlining her cries. "You love this, don't you, whore?", he asked through clenched teeth. Jessica's grin widened at that. She kicked Rose to get her attention and said: "Come on, pet, beg him! Beg him to take you harder, beg him to take you longer! Beg, or I'll have him switch to your pussy right no wand work at it until we can be sure you're pregnant!" She couldn't believe this amount of suffering was ever possible as the man probably destroyed her rectum. She could feel the hot tears falling down her face. Furthermore, she felt a kick to her side as the woman ordered her to beg. Not wanting to lose her virginity as well begged him for all she was worth. Which at this point felt like nothing much as she lay on the floor naked, a collar around her neck, and a man she didn't even like ramming his huge cock in and out of her ass. "Please fuck my ass harder, use me like the little whore pet that I am." She managed to get out between sobs and screams of utter agony. Each word she said cut into her, never in her life did she imagine she would have to say something like that. She wanted to just disappear into the ground. Away from the pain and humiliation. "Fuck me like the bitch that I am!" "See? Our pet likes it! Come, take her harder!", Jessica said, getting more and more aroused at the sight of the little girl they were destroying. Jason responded with actions, picking up the speed, managing to actually make the painworsethan it already was. He rammed into the girl like she was just a piece of meat, until the white-hot pain finally made her faint with one final, bloodcurdling scream. The next time she woke up, she woke up to pain. A burning, slow pain in her lower parts. She was back in the freezer, this time on a bedroll. Her ass was hurting beyond belief, and she could not feel or move her legs at all. Since it was completely dark in the freezer, she could only feel around, finding her legs numb and unresponsive, while even the slightest pressure to her hips made her scream in pain. There was some kind of sticky plug in her ass, smelling like medicine. Apparently, someone had treated her, though it still felt like she was never going to be able to sit again, let alone stand or walk.

The Red Survivor (Zombie Apocalypse)|rating:1.0

White Trash Tailer Park ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster )

The James Family were pure southern, white trash. They weren't poor though. Axton, 49, was the father of the clan. He owned the trailer park the family lived in. The land had once been a family farm outside of Tallahassee, Florida. Owned by Axton's grandfather. Axton was never much of a farmer. He enjoyed life way too much for that. Axton was a typical southern redneck type. He loved women, beer and cars. Axton even fell in love with and married himself stripper named Mary. Over the years, the couple had three children. Brandon (22), was there oldest and only son. Lacey (19), was born second, and their last child was Roxanne (16), called Roxie by her family, friends and customers. Roxie just started her Junior year of high school. Axton & Mary were both lovers of life. They passed this on to their children. Teaching them to enjoy life every day. Besides the trailer park. Mary continued to strip part-time. However, living wasn't free and despite the rent taken in by those who also lived in the trailer park. The family still needed to make money so they could live life as they wanted. Mary took up prostitution, and once her girls were old enough, they joined her. Axton worked as their pimp. The customers were the men & women who lived in the trailer park. Axton only rented out to single men, or special couples who were open in their thoughts. There was one single woman who lived in the trailer park. Her name was Brenda March. One of the female gym teacher at Roxie's high school. She was a well known "Dyke" and had eyes for the young and sexy Roxie. Having sex for money brought in more cash than working as a waitress. It was also better than stripping. Mary didn't have to split her take with anyone, expect her family. She still enjoyed stripping several nights a week though. She loved dancing to the music and making the men drool over her. Life in the James' trailer was comfortable. There was plenty of beer in the refrigerator and Brandon kept plenty of weed on hand. They were a typical redneck family with a rebel flag hanging on the wall of their living room. However, the place of honor was above the fake fireplace. The spot above the fake fireplace hung a black velvet picture of Elvis. The family lived in a double wide trailer, and they were the royal family of this trailer park. Roxie yawned as she came out to stand on the Astro Turf. She knew she was practically a goddess of the Trailer Park. She carried herself as such. Furthermore, she had been trained in the arts of prostitution and was basically a white trash version of a geisha. Or what this side of the Mississippi had to offer up of a geisha. Roxie walked out with a Roy Rogers flag wrapped around her waist like some pirate flag sarong with a black bikini top. Her aviator glasses covered up sapphire blue eyes that constantly shone with mischievousness. She stood at 5'7 and was as curvy as a pin up model. She knew how to rough and tumble with the tom boys but knew how to flirt and flaunt with the debutants. For a price she could be whatever she needed to be. But usually she was a little pixie. Her long reddish brown hair was done in delicate dreadlocks that were decorated in beads and crocodile teeth that made her look like a swamp goddess or a pirate queen. Grinning with her red lips, she walked to her daddy and gave him a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled him. A freshly rolled blunt cocked on her ear as she sat on his lap. She was always a maker of plans and wrote them down in long detail in her journals that she kept hidden and cataloged in her small closet." Hey daddy." She purred stroking his back. "Look, I got a new idea for business and I wanted to run it by you." She nuzzled his neck as she stroked the outline of his cock through his pants warming him up before she gave him the idea she had. Roxie was practically a goddess in the trailer park. She was the youngest of the James women at 16. This made her very popular with the customers who lived around the park. Roxie learned her lessons well from her mother. She knew how to play people to get what she wanted. Getting sex from the residents of the park wasn't hard. Everyone who lived here knew that the James women were whores, and that it was expected for them to have sex with the women. The price of sex wasn't part of the rent paid. That was extra and paid before the sex sessions even started. It was Axton's number one rule to get the money first. After that, the fun could begin. The James Family were an open bunch where sex was involved. Incest wasn't seen as being wrong or taboo. Incest had always been a part of their family tree. Roxie had a half-brother whose name was Andy. He was the son of Axton and his sister Betty. Andy was a year older than Roxie's brother Brandon. Axton knocked up his sister while he dated Mary. Family sex was just a normal part of the James clan. Hell, even sex with dogs was something the women of the clan enjoyed. Axton's brood owned a huge Rottweiler named Rocky. He was very popular with Mary, Lacy and Roxie. Axton was sitting outside, on what had been the backseat of an old car. Brandon built a wooden bottom and legs, making it more sturdy for sitting on. The wooden parts gave the old backseat a couch like look. Axton was reading the morning paper and drinking a beer when Roxie came out and joined him. He wore a wicked smile when Roxie spoke up. Axton put his paper down, then wrapped his arms around his youngest daughter's waist. As she spoke, his smile grew. Roxie was playfully touching her father's cock, through his pants. She spoke of having a new idea for business. Since joining her mother and older sister in the sex trade. Roxie showed an interest in coming up with new ideas. New ways for them to make money." I'm all ears baby girl. "Axton said while his cock began to grow inside his pants. He was eager to know what Roxie had in her mind. He was also becoming eager to fuck her. "Well you know how I have that glory hole at school right." She smiled she just did bow jobs at the requested price. She hardly went to class unless the teachers asked for her by name. But still she was passing all her classes with a 4.0. She was damn smart. She grinned. "Apparently, there is this thing...called thing going around, called the pregnancy pact. Girls want to get pregnant, but they are too chicken to do the dirty with some guy. Also, they want a certain boy. So a girl, kinda ugly." She took time and rolled her eyes. "Don't get me wrong daddy, if she took time did some acne cleanser, dressed in some decent clothes, actually told a guy how she felt, she would be fine, sits up shop next to my stall and starts spilling her guts like I am a fricking priest." She giggled. This had actually happened a while ago. But she needed to set it up so she could collect the goods so she could run shop if she got the green light from the boss all she needed was pricing. She unzipped her dads pants and pulled them down and took a sip of his beer and took a hold of his cock and began to rub it. Her hands were always kept well motioned by a secret recipe she kept to herself. "Now I just sit and listen to her, and I think to myself, Roxanne, here is a smart girl, who will literally kill herself if she does not get a baby in her belly by prom, and these fancy ladies up in Orlando have these docs pump them with sperm for a lot of money from specific guys, now I ask you daddy, why can't we do that? I know the feller she has her eye on visits my hole and I know I could get her with a turkey baster, and she wouldn't be the only one either." She grinned looking at her father seeing what he would say. Axton was the pimp for his wife and daughters. He set the prices and made most of the deals for their services. While they most often worked in the trailer park. There were times when Axton would let them work outside the park. He was always willing to listen when one of his girls, or his wife had an idea. Roxie had come up with the idea of having a glory hole at school. Axton loved the idea so mush, he told his youngest daughter to began right way. The following day at school. Roxie was ready with her hole. She did a pretty good business giving out blowjobs. She never lacked for a hard cock poking through the hole. Sometimes the cock belonged to students. Sometimes it was one of the male teachers, or one of the janitors. Even Principle Hartman visited Roxie's glory hole. But, she also made special stops at his office. After all, he ran the high school and had become an outside customer for her. An outside customer was someone who didn't live within the trailer park. The list of outside people was short, to keep things quiet. However, it was profitable. Axton listened as Roxie spoke of her idea. He was confused as to where she was going with all this. He did start catching on when she spoke of the other girl. It didn't take Roxie long to free her father's cock from his pants. He let out a soft moan when she began stroking his growing shaft. Finally, Roxie got to the meat of her subject. As Axton understood it. Roxie wanted to help get this other girl pregnant before prom. Axton gave this some thought. He didn't see anything wrong with Roxie helping this girl out." I don't see why you can't help her......... Since she'll be your first customer in this area....... Charge her 40 dollars for the service........ We can set a price later on after you see ID this works. "Axton said. He had great faith in Roxie and her ideas. She has proven her ideas could make the family money and money kept the family living the good life. She squealed and kissed him deeply and straddled him a let him sink into her hot wet folds. Furthermore, she grinned. "Good because I have been collecting all the men's sperm that stick their cock in the hole. Whether for this plan or blackmail purposes. After all if a guy isn't watching he doesn't care if you swallow." She smiled and rocked her hips back and forth and slid her frames up onto her head and grinned down to her father. Axton was very proud of his youngest daughter. Roxie had a head for the family business. She always came up with such inventive ways to make money. Her newest one showed the girl thought outside the box. Axton also loved when she spoke of blackmail. Clearly, Roxie had been thinking ahead in case of trouble. Everyone thought Roxie was only a pretty face and a hot body. The type of body which could corrupt even the best of men. Roxie also played innocent so very well. She was more than just a hot body and sexual skills. Roxie was very smart. Far smarter than most outside the family gave her credit for. But, that was fine no one outside the family knew how smart she was. They could go on believing that Roxie was all looks and no brains. Axton let out a groan when his cock slipped into his daughter's wet pussy. God, she was so very tight. Roxie loved having sex. Her first man was her father, then her brother Brandon. It was a family tradition among the members of the James clan for the adult males to take the females when they came of age. Later on, Roxie had a coming of age party where she was fucked by every adult male member of her family. This included her grandpas, her uncles and all adult male cousins. It was Roxie's first gang bang, but not her last. Mary took pictures of her pretty little girl performing for the entire clan. Those pictures were in the family album. Lacy had gone through the same tradition when she was old enough. She had smoked pot and drank beer and ate. It was high times. Much like a hedonistic levy a James coming of age parties were. If someone outside the family were invited, they were basically family and had proven themselves more loyal than family. But there was none more valuable to Roxie's little crazy heart than Brandon and her Daddy. She rocked her hips forward and back panting and moaning for him and smiled." Of fuck Daddy, you like that? You like that? You like my tight little pussy? Your little monsters pussy?" She growled like a crocodile that belonged in the swamp and gyrated her body in a sultry way. She smiled watching him. Furthermore, she smiled and looked over his shoulder and waved to one of the passes bulky younger biker guys. He was in his 40s and always reminded her of danger. Just like her daddy. Roxie had her father moaning and groaning. Her pussy was wrapped around his hard cock. Like a fist inside her body gripping his thick shaft. Roxie was rocking her body. Causing her pussy to move up and down. She was such a great fuck, and she knew how to treat those she was with. While she fucked her father. Roxie began to speak. She asked him if he liked it? If he liked her little pussy? If he liked his little monster's pussy? Axton would have laughed when Roxie used the term monster. But, he was over come with the growing pleasure inside his body. Roxie had a t-shirt which had "Daddy's Little Monster", written crossed the front. It was a red and white t-shirt which she picked up." Ohhhhhh yes.......... Baby........ Daddy loves your tight little pussy........ You're always so hot for daddy. "Axton groaned out. His hands grabbed onto Roxie's sweet ass. His hands groped her ass check roughly. Several nearby eyes were watching the father & daughter fuck. This wasn't the first time the neighbors got a show. Seeing members of the James family fucking outside had become a normal scene inside the trailer park. But, it was fun to watch the family fucking. The oldest renter in the trailer park was Miles Odell. He lived in the trailer crossed from the James trailer. Mr. Odell was in his 70s, but could still get his cock hard. He loved fucking each of the James women, but Roxie was his favorite. She was 16 years old and an older man like Mr. Odell. Couldn't get enough of her hot young pussy. She smiled. It wasn't rare for her when he was showing muscle to crawl into his lap and start grinding her hips against him like a bitch in heat or move between his legs and start sucking him off. Few people said Roxie had a few bolts undone in her brain. But when her daddy gripped her ass and said those magic words to her, she threw her head back and moaned out rocking her hips up. People noted her coming of age party that when a fist fight started over her, she seemed to take sexual pleasure in the scene I taped and when the victor was still pissed was dissuaded from Roxie she welcomed him with open arms. Roxie loved rough wild men. But anyone tried to fuck with her learned first hand that the crocodile teeth weren't just show, she was strong as a boy and just as mean as a junkyard dog. Axton loved how wild his youngest daughter was. She could take on cocks like a true whore. The coming of age gang bang ended with Roxie filed with cum. Each of her holes had been fucked, several times over. The male members of the clan fucked Roxie three and four times each. Cumming in her mouth, cumming inside her ass and filling her tight pussy with even more cum. Some of the cum ended up on her face and tits. Mary got a wonderful picture of Roxie with cum covering those parts of her body. She made such a wonderful slut. The perfect little whore as her grandpa Bart called her. Roxie's other grandpa, Rusty, called her his little tramp. Axton was moaning while his daughter fucked him. Her hips moving, making his cock slide in and pull out. Roxie was like a sex starved demon as she fucked her father. It was quite a show the youngest James girl was putting on. However, Roxie was good at showing off. She wasn't shy when it came to sex or showing off her body. She was the type of girl who would walk naked into the locker room while the local high school team was inside. Furthermore, she would then fuck every cock inside that room. For a price of course. Only family got sex for free. Everyone else had to pay for the right to fuck the James women. Unless some special arrangement had been made. Like using sex to pay for something when money was short. Roxie's wild fucking pushed her father right to the edge of his climax. The tightness of her rocking pussy, then pushed him over the edge. Axton howled with pleasure as his cock started pumping cum into his youngest daughter's hungry pussy. Roxie, her mother and her older sister were all on birth control. This kept them from becoming pregnant. However, when Roxie was ready for a baby. She just needed to skip her pill and then see who fathered a child with her. The same went for Mary & Lacy. Axton's balls unloaded his cream deep inside of Roxie. Nothing was hotter for a father than cumming inside his daughter. Roxie smiled and kissed his neck loving the sound of his howl. She bit into his neck as she came around him. When they were both done, she slipped off and lit the blunt that was sheltered on her ear and took a few puffs riding the high of both the weed and her release. She shut her eyes and smiled laying her head in her fathers lap. She crossed her ankles and listened to someone's radio play in another trailer not too far off. Furthermore, she waved her cigarette in time to the music and soon began to sing the song. Furthermore, she opened her eyes looking at her father. Axton leaned back into the old backseat turned into an outside couch. He loved the feel of his cock inside Roxie's hot pussy. He also loved the feeling of their cum as it mixed together inside her body. Hot sex with a family member was the best way to start any day. It put everyone in a great mood and made the day start off in the best way possible. Roxie was soon laying with her head on Axton's lap. He returned to reading the morning paper. The music from a nearby trailer now filled the air. Replacing the sweet sounds of sex which had been made by Roxie & her father. Roxie was soon singing while she smoked her joint. It was a beautiful warm day. The sun was shining and there was a pleasant breeze blowing. It wasn't long before Lacy came within view of the double wide. She was wearing a blue bikini top and a pair of cut off jean shorts. Lacy had just come from visiting customers." Hey daddy....... Hey Roxie. "Lacy spoke as she stopped in front of her father. She spoke of having finished with Mr. Jennings and Mr. Tanner. Lacy handed over wad of cash, which Axton thumbed through. He then gave Lacy her cut, placing the rest into his pants pocket." Ms. March stopped me....... She said if Roxie wasn't busy today........ She wanted to buy some of her time. "Lacy spoke while placing her cut of the money into her shorts. The Ms. March she spoke of was Roxie's female gym teacher. She was the only single woman who lived in the trailer park. Brenda was a well known dyke with the hots for Roxie. She wore her hair short and kept it combed back. Brenda dressed like a man and often had a cigarette hanging from her mouth when not in school. She'd spent time with Mary & Lacy, but Roxie was the one she wanted most. This was because Roxie was one of her students. "Hey sis, looking sexy enough to make a cadaver jazz like old faithful." She looked at her and grinned with a wink. She took a long draw off her blunt and let it out through her nose as she heard that one of her crushes wanted some of her time. Looking up at her father, she smiled and kissed his lips deeply and stood up." The way that old spider leers at my body we should start charging her extra." She teased with a chuckle and handed her daddy the blunt and kissed his lips one last time before winking. "Thanks for the stiff. Off to see an old cougar about some dough." She laughed and skipped off but not before giving her big sister an ice hard slap on the ass. Once on the porch of Ms. March, she knocked on the door and leaned against the frame feeling the Florida sun beating down on her. She flicked her hair behind hers holders getting the smell of her daddy's fresh weed and her hair solution caught in her nostrils. She ran a hand down her hips and smiled. The walk over had made her body start to glisten. Axton kissed Roxie back before telling her to enjoy herself. She always did, but he liked reminding her to have fun. Fucking the renters of the trailer park brought in money, but that didn't mean the James women couldn't enjoy themselves. Ms. March just loved being with the young and sexy Roxie. She got a super thrill from knowing the 16-year-old was one of her students. Sex between teachers and students was a major taboo. Along the same lines as incest, which the James Family took part in. It was no secret to anyone in the family. Just how much Brenda loved Roxie. The older woman had become one of Roxie's biggest customers. She had the teenager visit her several times during the week. Roxie, like her mother and older sister, was a hard worker. Often jumping from trailer to trailer during times when she was booked heavily. Lacey had done that this morning. She had two customers, each one booked time with her. Lacey finished with one, then moved to the second one. Ms. March opened her door, she wore a sly smile seeing the very sexy Roxie. Brenda was a pretty woman. Her body was lean and very fit. It was said you could bounce a coin off her stomach. Her muscles were so hard there. Brenda always dressed in jean and often wore t-shirts with the short sleeves rolled up. She also wore a wallet with a chain attached to her belt. As usual, she had a cigarette between her lips. Brenda was touch as nails and she acted that way. She was definitely a hardcore dyke. There was no room in her life for anything but hot pussy." I've been waiting for you. "Brenda spoke while she stepped aside, letting Roxie enter the trailer. The door was closed once Roxie was inside. Brenda then pulled out her wallet, opened it and pulled out 100 dollars. It was in $20 dollar bills. The money was then handed over to Roxie. The normal going rate for a woman wanting tome with one of the James Family whores was 50 dollars. Since Brenda was paying extra. This meant she didn't want Roxie to rush off when they were done. Brenda wanted to spend time with the teenager. This meant Brenda wanted some company. Wanted to lay with Roxie like they were real lovers and not a customer and a whore. Sometimes the customers wanted to enjoy such fantasies. They couldn't really have the James women as a one true love. But they could enjoy living the dream for a little while. She laughed saying "Always." She smiled as the door opened to her teacher. Furthermore, she winked to Brenda. Walking in, she looked around. This was also used as a time to tell her father just how the trailers were being kept. She smiled at Brenda and took the money counting it out. Ever the business savvy gal. She saw the extra. Brenda wanted extra time. Cuddle time. She smiled and put it in her bra in a secret compartment that only she knew how to get to it. The bra would have to be practically taken apart to find the money Walking forward, she pressed her front to her and kissed her neck and nuzzled her, and she smiled growling to her." Well, now that you got me...what do you want to do with me." She slipped her hands into the back of her pants and took hand fulls of her ass and gripped them and nuzzled her nose along her carotid and shut her eyes waiting for the customers order. She kissed her collar bone and began to sway to the music that was unbearable in the ac trailer. Furthermore, she felt the well muscled PE coach against her and sighed softly. Brenda made pretty food money being a teacher. Even though she was just a gum teacher. Because of the years she had at the school. Brenda was making a nice sum. This was only during the school year. When summer came, most teachers had to work other jobs. Brenda was different. She saved her money and lived off it during the summer months. That's why she decided to live in a trailer instead of a house or apartment. The rent here was much better than renting or owning anything else. Plus, Brenda got to spend time with her favorite whore. The lovely and sexy Roxanne James. The girl who she loved. It was true and Roxie knew it. Ms. March was in love with her. A teacher had fallen in love with a student. Not the first time something like this happened. There had been many stories over the past few years of such things happening. However, it never ended good for the teacher when the news got out. The teacher was always fired and often did time in jail. Brenda had been assured by Axton & Mary that she had nothing to worry about. She was a good renter, always paid on time and spent plenty of money on sex. This kept her in good standing. Roxie was free to have a relationship if she wanted. That person had to be trusted though. It just couldn't be anyone. Plus, she was expected to keep working as long as she lived with her parents. Anyone getting involved with Roxie had to understand and accept what she did for a living. Although she had no one that special right now. She could have anyone. Including Ms. March, is she wanted. Besides, dating someone was different from marriage. Brenda didn't think Roxie would love her in the same way she loved the teen. But, she happily paid extra for the extended time. It was like having Roxie as her lover. And allowed Brenda to live out her fantasy of being with the teenager. Brenda closed her eyes when Roxie snugged in. God, she loved how playful the teen was. She loved the soft kisses Roxie gave her. Making her feel like she was the only person in Roxie's life. Brenda reached out after Roxie put her hands into her teacher's firm ass. She switched on the nearby radio. Providing Roxie some music to sway too." You play coy so well. "Brenda said in reply to Roxie asking what she wanted to do with her." You know I want to eat you out........ Fuck that hot pussy between your legs and have you eat my pussy. "Brenda added. She knew Roxie was just having fun with her. Being the playful teenager Brenda loved so much. Roxie was so damn sexy when she was playful. The teen could also play innocent better than anyone else. Roxy enjoyed sex with Brenda. But Brenda wasn't dangerous. She was safe. And as long as her daddy and brother were the most dangerous people in her life who knew how to take her beast, she would be in love with them forever. She growled and dropped to her knees before Brenda and tore off her pants and underwear. Slipping her pointer finger into her mouth she then slipped it up inside her pussy and began to suck and lick her clit finding it immediately. She looked up at her grinning waiting for her to tell her what she wanted her. Brenda was surprised when Roxie moved so quickly. The girl was a ravenous little slut though. She loved sex in all forms. Roxie loved hard cocks and wet, dripping pussies. She loved getting fucked and fucking others. Roxie owned several strap on dildos. She would fuck her sister Lacey and her mother Mary. Roxie was also known to use them on other women when given the chance. Roxie wasn't even beyond fucking a man in the ass. One of the renters in the trailer park enjoyed being used, instead of using the women. Roxie was rough enough to give the man what he wanted. She treated him like a whore. Roxie's rough and tumble side was on full display when she tore off Brenda's jeans and panties. Brenda hadn't expected Roxie to jump right into things. However, she soon found herself being fucked by Roxie's finger. Roxie also put her mouth and tongue to work on her teacher's clit. This made Brenda toss her head back and howl in pleasure. She placed her right hand onto Roxie's head. Keeping herself steady as the young girl assaulted her pussy like few other women could. Brenda spread her legs open wider. Giving Roxie more room to use her fingers, mouth and tongue. She growled and pulled back and grinned. "Does my dyke love the way I treat her pussy? Does she want more?" She purred. She continued to finger fuck her reaching slower and slower for her g spot. Furthermore, she leaned forward and bit her Mons pubis just a bit to give her a nice bite of pleasure. It was a well known fact, when you coughed up more money for Roxie, she made it worth your time. She leaned in and began to suck and lick her clit and moaned around her vibrating her core. Soon she had two fingers in her and was rubbing her g spot. She was finger fucking her hard and fast. This was why she kept her nails short. For her lesbian customers. Roxie was great at sex. It was something she did very well. Some people were good at painting. Others were good at sports. Some became doctors, lawyers, even teachers. Roxie was talented at sex, she joined her mother and sister in the sex trade. Whoring may not be seen in the same light as doctors, lawyers or teachers. However, it paid pretty damn good, and Roxie certainly enjoyed herself far more than those who worked at the upstanding jobs which society thought so much of. Brenda was a huge fan of Roxie's talent. Roxie had her dyke lover on the edge of cumming. Brenda's head was laying back on her shoulders. Her heart was racing like she'd been running a marathon." Ohhhhh messes!......... I do!........ Love it!........ I want more!......... God!........ Give me more! "Brenda moaned out as the pleasure in her body was quickly reaching its breaking point. Roxie and her magic fingers pushed Brenda beyond the edge. Her body started to shake, she suddenly let out a cry of pure pleasure. Brenda's body quaked while Roxie's fingers took her. Her pussy started squirting. Coating Roxie's fingers with cum. Brenda was ridged, even while she came hard. Her body was trembling like wind chimes on a porch. Roxie chuckled hearing her gym teacher scream her name. Ever since she had made her gym teacher cum like her bitch, she didn't have to run laps like all the other losers at school. She just had to mumble an excuse and give a wink to Brenda, and she fell over herself to give her whatever she wanted. The world was her oyster. She chuckled as she cleaned her up and got up and moved her to her bed and pushed her playfully down on the bed and smiled down to her. Pulling her clothes off, she grinned. "You know what I brought for my good little girl?" She growled. She loved being the one in control with girls. Furthermore, she loved the men to forcefully take control, hell she loved forcefully trying to take control from the girls and them winning, but Brenda rarely did because Roxie often held her own against men who were bigger and rougher than her. She pulled off her sarong. Before she left the RV, she had dipped into her collection of strap ONS. Since she had been getting a cut of the take in, she had found a guy who could do molds of whatever Roxie's little twisted mind could come up with. Plus he loved the challenge. Before Brenda's eyes was a rainbow and horse colored human sized strap on between Roxie's legs. It was fondly called the unicorn strap on because that was what it looked like. With swirling red, orange, yellow, blue, purple and intermittent with sparkles. Just the faintest hint of a unicorn spiral with the horse knot and veining. It reached about mid-thigh on Roxie if she were to measure it. She grinned. "It is new. I wanted to test it out on you." She grinned pulling her ankle and pulling her close and kissed up her body pulling off her bikini top giving her ribs soft kisses as she bit and nibbled up her breast to her nipples where she sucked." But if you don't want, I can just scissor you." She began to give her a hickey on her collar bone and ground her new toy against the inside of her thigh. Brenda had to be careful during school hours. She did let Roxie get away with many things. However, Brenda couldn't make things obvious. She needed to cover her ass, or someone might find out about the teacher & student. Such affairs were frowned upon. No one in the James Family wanted to lose Brenda. She was a loyal and well paying customer. Roxie just made Brenda cum very hard. The teacher squirted all over Roxie's fingers, hand and even her face. This is why Brenda loved being with Roxie. The young woman was just fabulous where sex was concerned. Roxie always did her jobs well. She always gave the paying customer what they wanted. Since Brenda paid for extra time. She would get pleasure for each moment they were together. Brenda was still on her high when Roxie moved her towards the bed. Roxie then playful pushed her down. Roxie left, but returned quickly with a strap on cock. This was unlike any strap on Brenda had seen before. She loved the multicolored of the fake cock. However, its shape was beyond anything Brenda had ever seen. The shape was totally new and different. Brenda was amazed with the large cock hanging from Roxie's sexy young body. She spread her legs like a willing and wanting slut. God, she loved Roxie, and she was ready for what the young girl had in store for her. The shape of the strap on told Brenda it would feel amazing. Her hungry eyes watched as Roxie moved onto the bed. Roxie soon had her teacher softly moaning from the kisses and the feel of that beautiful cock touching her thigh." Please........ I want it....... I need to feel it inside of me. "Brenda begged. She didn't want Roxie to take it off. She wanted her student to use her like a cheap whore with that huge cock. Furthermore, she giggled. Furthermore, she often told Brenda that no one was going to fire her that her position was safe. Because no one knew that the principal himself visited little Roxie's glory hole during school hours and told Roxy to meet him there during school hours. And just so happened that Roxy knew a few little girls that were dying for a reason to be on the principals arm, and she had a few of the principals best swimmers, and she didn't mean the swim team. Roxie was manipulative. But she was smart. She never moved without consulting her alpha which was her daddy." I want to hear you beg Brenda, I want to hear you beg for me." She smiled playfully poking around the still swollen outsides of her pussy. She loved what she did to people. Drove them wild like animals in heat. She stroked her hair kissing her lips and held her close and bit and sucked her bottom lip playfully. "Come on your big mean dyke, give me what I want." She giggled softly and playfully slipping in the head of her cock only to pull out again. Loving this game of sexual cat and mouse. Loving the feel of her feminine yet rock hard body under hers. She looked down at her waiting and expectant. Principle Hartman didn't just visit Roxie's glory hole. He also had her come to his office. These visits were for special meetings to discuss Roxie's school work. That was the cover story Hartman used. The visits were really his chance to fuck Roxie during the school day. When he had more time to spend with her and wanted her alone. Hartman couldn't resist her hot, sixteen-year-old body. Despite being a married man, with children. Hartman was hooked on Roxie, but so were many others. She knew how to hook men and women like they were fish. Roxie had the best bait in the world, her body. And she knew how to use it. Roxie may have Principle Hartman under control, but there were people she didn't control. People who could fire Brenda from her job. Not everyone was a customer of Roxie's glory hole. Brenda loved how Roxie treated her. She loved how Roxie kissed her and teased her. Roxie was an amazing lover. But, she came from a family were love and was freely shared. Roxie learned from her mother, along with other members of her family. Her daddy had been her first man. He busted her cherry and filled her with cum. Roxie was then used by her brother Brandon. Mary watched as Roxie was taken by both men. Making her into one great whore. The whore who now was teasing Brenda. Roxie learned her lessons well. She now used that knowledge to bring pleasure to her customers. Roxie already made Brenda cum once, but that was just the beginning. Brenda was so wanting, so needy. She would do anything Roxie asked of her." Please.......... Roxie baby........ I need you........ I want you more than anything........ Please fuck me...... Fuck me hard.......... You know how much I love you baby......... How much I need these moments with you........ I can't live without you in my life. "Brenda pleaded with Roxie as she looked up at her. The gym teacher was totally hooked on Roxie. Like a junky hooked on drugs. Brenda's eyes spoke of the need she had for her student. Roxie looked down into Brenda's eyes. Realizing she had full control over her, she grinned. She was alpha over this bitch in her pack. She kissed her forehead still teasing her. Loving the names and words she was showering down on her. She then got to the opposite side of where she placed the hickey. She growled and at the same time bit down on her as if claiming her. Roxie always did this to people who were her bitches or who she had power over. She had bitten a lot of people. As she bit her gym teacher she shoved the strap on in and began fucking her like the dirty whore she was. She pulled back and kissed her lips deeply. She ran her fingers through Brenda's hair as she braced herself on one arm as she began to fuck her gym teach wildly leaning above her breasts dangling in her face as she moaned and growled at her." Bet you love this don't you dirty old dyke." She teased her and continued to pound her. Of course Roxie would change if the customer wasn't enjoying it. She was a top saleswoman after all. "You love my tits all in your face and my body thrusting and bringing pleasure to yours." She grunted along with the thrusts as she worked hard and fast Roxie knew just what Brenda wanted. She knew what all her customers wanted. Knowledge made Roxie one of the best whores around. Few could match the teenager in her skills. In fact, only her mother and sister were equal to Roxie in the area of sexual gratification. The James women worked very hard to be the best whores anywhere. Sure, the family made money from those renting spaces inside their trailer park. But, taxes were high when you owned land. Plus, there was the cost of living. The James Family enjoyed a comfortable life. The women could earn more money from sex, then they could do anything else. Besides, Roxie & Lacey weren't cut out to be waitresses, or assistants. They had smoking hot bodies and knew how to use them. The James Family was breaking laws, but this was nothing new to them. Their family tree could be traced back to the famous outlaws, Jessie and Frank James. Being bad was a part of being a member of the James Clan. Brenda sucked in air when Roxie bit hr neck. God, she loved how Roxie treated her. Roxie understood her teacher. She understood the want and need within her. Roxie made Brenda her bitch. She held sway over the dyke and that thrilled Roxie. She tasted power and loved its flavor." Reassess........ Make me yours. "Brenda hissed out as the pain from the bite caused a small orgasm. The older woman didn't have time to enjoy it. Roxie jammed her strange looking strap on, deep into Brenda's pussy. The older woman screamed out as she was taken harder than ever before. The naked bodies of the two women pressed against each other. Yes!.......YES I DO! "Brenda cried out her reply. Her legs were stretched open wide. Giving Roxie plenty of room. Brenda was hers to use as she wanted. Roxie held the power here, and she knew how to use that power. Brenda did wish that she and Roxie could be a real couple, but that wouldn't happen. She also wished Roxie had a real cock and balls. Brenda would love for Roxie to make her pregnant. However, that was even more unlikely to happen. Still, Brenda could look forwards to moments, such as the one she was sharing with Roxie now. The teenager was fucking her like the dirty old dyke she was. If Roxie knew of her little bitches wish, she would get some swimmers, see which one Brenda wanted, and fill her up. It was all cost and crossing her hand with money. Some people were just a price tag. Ohh and sex. Fuck Roxie loved her sex. She pounded into Brenda and rolled her eyes up and grinned loving her cry out. Knowing that the other members of the trailer park would be able to hear, and would want to have a visitation from either her or her relatives. She gripped onto Brenda's breast and grunted and then looked down at her." You want to fucking cum, don't you, my needy little bitch." She panted and looked down at her rocking her hips. Rocking and pounding her like she knew what she wanted. Sure some women wanted to be romanced and wooed. Cuddled and swooned. Sometimes even, Roxie came in on women who were beaten bad by their husbands. Roxie held them close and didn't do much besides hold them and protect them. She never told her dad, but she found out where the husbands worked, got her brother to drive her down and pretended to be a stripper only to fuck (literally) the man up. Of course, she was in disguise and had her brother park well around two blocks in a park. She usually didn't care, but damn, the woman was pregnant. In her family James women when pregnant were revered like goddesses. And it just floored her when she saw a woman beaten and cowering like a dog. It made her angry. Brenda's want for a baby only came from her lover for Roxie. She wished the teenager had a cock and ball, yet was still a young woman. Brenda wanted sperm from Roxie to fill her and create a baby. That was impossible. Roxie was a girl and the only cocks she had were the fake kind. Brenda would never be made pregnant by the young girl she loved so much. Just as she would never be with, or marry Roxie. All Brenda had were moments, like what they were sharing now. Some moments were longer then others. That's all Brenda could get, and she was okay with that. It was time well spent with the one true love of her life. Roxie's baby making business had one customer already. A girl named Lucy McKee. She wasn't popular, she wasn't overly pretty. Although the girl could be a looker if she wanted. Lucy's father, Frank McKee drove a taxi around town. He was a nice, average looking guy. The family was always struggling to get by. Lucy had saved up some money. She would pay Roxie to make her pregnant with a certain boy's cum. One of the popular kids in high school. Yes, Roxie got all types visiting her glory hole. Lucy would meet Roxie at school tomorrow. There, Roxie would tell the other girl, their plans were moving ahead. Axton gave Roxie permission to make Lucy pregnant. Brenda was going mad as pleasure was building inside her. God, Roxie was the greatest lover a woman could want. The teenager knew how to be soft when that was needed. She also knew how to be rough and take another woman like a whore. This is how she was fucking her gym teacher. Taking her very hard. Like Brenda was a cheap old whore." God yes!......... I need to cum!..........Please, Roxie!........ Please make me cum for you!.........please let me show my love for you! "Brenda screamed out. She knew their sounds of sex would be heard over most of the trailer park. Such sounds would only lead to more requests for visits from the James women. Roxie, her sister and her mother would be busy all day with customers. This was good, because each customer was money in the bank for the James Family. "Then cum. Cum for me." She looked down at her and grabbed her ear and pulled her head back arching her neck and kissed her neck all the way up to her lips. She kept the hard and firm pace. Furthermore, she grunted and growled into the kiss as her tongue delved into the depths of Brenda's mouth tasting all the nicotine. Furthermore, she shut her eyes continuing to ride her hard and fast. Brenda knew about sweet Lucy McKee. She also knew about Frank. Frank loved Lucy a lot. Roxie knew that the popular guy she wanted the baby from would never love her as Frank loved her. But as a customer she was paying for the popular guy. She had Lucy's number she could call Frank but the risk of getting Lucy. Plus this was getting her hands dirty. Did she care this much? She continued to kiss Brenda. Her fingers released her ear continuing the pace and the kiss never letting the customer know her mind drifted. Brenda did as she was told. She waited until Roxie said she could. Brenda started to cum. She came very hard, even while Roxie was still fucking her. Pounding her like some washed up old whore bought for a dollar. But, this is how she wanted Roxie to treat her. Brenda loved it when Roxie took control of her, Made her do things like Brenda was her slave. Roxie was queen in this trailer. She ruled over Brenda, making her do whatever the younger woman wanted. Roxie could make Brenda do anything and the older woman would do it. She wouldn't even ask any questions. Roxie was the mistress and Brenda was happy being controlled by her student. After cumming around and all over Roxie's new strap on. Brenda cleaned it with her mouth. Licking and sucking the fake cock clean. A short time later, the two women laid in each other's arms. Just as Brenda wanted. The sex session ended with them cuddling and kissing like lovers. Once the extra time was up. Roxie gave Brenda a kiss before heading back to the double wide trailer. The home she shared with her family. Lacey was sitting at a table outside, beside the porch. She had taken a phone call for Roxie, since her sister was busy. Lacey gave the note to Roxie when she returned from seeing Ms. March. The phone call was from Mr. McKee. He wanted to meet with Roxie after school the next day. The note told Roxie which street she would find Mr. McKee's taxi parked on. They would talk over the reason for the meeting then. However, Roxie would have an idea why he wanted to see her. She didn't need to be a great detective to figure it out. It was most likely about his daughter, Lucy and the baby she wanted from a guy who wouldn't even piss on her if she was on fire. Mr. McKee had a plan of his own and needed Roxie's help with it. She did everything she knew Brenda secretly wanted and more. Every little twist was a surprise for the horny gym teacher. She panted after her strap on was clean. Tossing it with her clothes, she laid on top of Brenda and snuggled in close and kissed her lips. She smiled feeling the gym teacher touch and stroke her softly, every so often pulling her lips up for a soft kiss. She smiled and ran her foot up and down along her legs and sighed. When the time came, she rolled over and got her things and gave Brenda a lingering kiss to leave her wanting more and left. When Roxie arrived home, she heard the message and a smile found its way to her lips. Roxie took the Post-It and read it and smiled and gave Lacey a kiss and nodded. "Cool. I was hoping he would get in touch with me." She smiled and went inside to her notebook and put it in her small calendar. She then moved over to her brothers room and laid on his bed and stretched out taking in his scent and shut her eyes thinking about school the next day. Hearing her daddy in the next room, she took the money from her bra and walked in and gave him the money and put her hands on her hips and waited biting her lip. Roxie relaxed for a while with her father. Later on, she went back out. Several called in requests for visits from her. They'd heard how nasty she was with Brenda. The raw sounds of sex made those nearby, horny as hell. They couldn't get the image of the hot sixteen-year-old from their minds. They also couldn't get the sounds out of their heads. Roxie made Brenda sing like a bitch in heat. They were heard all over the back end of the trailer park. While it was only two women. Roxie and Brenda made it sound like a wild sex orgy was happening inside the trailer. Not unlike the wild orgies held by the family. Roxie and her family celebrated every holiday with a hot family orgy. Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Easter, Halloween, the 4th of July, were all celebrated with sex, booze and drugs. Halloween had the added enjoyment of wearing costumes. The James family loved role playing with each other on Halloween. Playing as whatever they were dressed up like. The family dog, Rocky took part in all the celebrations. Roxie enjoyed having such a large dog with a huge cock. The following morning, Roxie left for school after breakfast. She had a busy day ahead. Not with school work, but with her work at the glory hole. Besides that, Roxie had a very special meeting planned for after school. She'd be meeting with Mr. McKee in town. They had something to talk about. Roxie already had a good idea why Frank wanted to see her. It was about Lucy and her want of a child with a popular boy. That boy didn't like Lucy. He never paid any attention to her. Lucy wouldn't make her life any better by having a child with this kid. He didn't, couldn't and wouldn't love or care about her. What Lucy needed, was someone who really wanted her. Someone who really loved her. Her eyes needed to be open to the real love that waited for her. The school day passed quickly. 20 different students, teachers and other men visited Roxie's glory hole. Money was passed through the hole. There was a set price, which was advertised on the other side of the hole. Once the money was exchanged. The guy put his cock into the hole. Roxie then did her work. She knew cocks by now. Saving cum from new customers and swallowing the rest. Roxie didn't need to eat lunch. She got plenty of cum to eat. Plus, lunchtime was her busiest time. The lunch periods were when Roxie had most of her visitors. By the end of the day. Frank had his taxi parked on the street where he was to meet Roxie. The high school was only a few blocks away. Frank was a little nervous about seeing Roxie. While he'd met her before, and he knew what she did. They'd never had sex in any way. If Roxie agreed to go along with Frank's idea. She'd need to collect some of his sperm. Roxie grinned as request after request came in for her. She knew how to work her target audience. She was busy, sure, but she didn't mind. Especially when the hot biker guy who was all muscle called for her. He never really talked, and he was a tough card. Roxie was still not sure what he really liked. But he was one never to relinquish his power. He always smelt of leather and power. He was one that you didn't cross. She felt her heart race when in his presence. Very much like a god. She went home after her day. She went to bed after cleaning up and laid in bed. When she heard her brother come in, she sneaked into bed with him like she usually did and snuggled up to him making out with him until they both fell asleep. In the morning, she was off to school. She hardly did school work anymore. She sat at her stall collecting her money and putting it in a locking chest in her bag separate from where she kept her sperm. Furthermore, she drank and ate what was put through. Furthermore, she felt kinda like a deranged Lucy from the Peanuts. Furthermore, she was the best listener, advice giver, and uplifted the school needed. Hell, school fighting had gone down, grades went up, and all around morale was great. She heard the last bell of the day go off, and she got up collecting her things and went to the McKee taxi. She got in the front seat and put her leather bag in front of her between her legs. Furthermore, she looked at him and raised an eyebrow." So, what's up?" It was true, Roxie's action had made the school better. The grade point average was above normal for the state. Spirit was always high. Fights hardly ever happened anymore. The school had become one of the best in Florida. Principle Hartman got a lot of credit for this. However, he knew it was Roxie. Her work in the stall made everything better. Hartman couldn't let the truth be known. He'd be fired and tossed into jail for allowing Roxie to have a glory hole in one of the male restrooms. The school board would have his head. Roxie and her family would also face trouble from the police. Trouble from the cops was something Axton wished to avoid. The family had a great thing going. He didn't want anything getting in the way of their good life. The only thing asked of Roxie by her father. She was to keep a low profile when not working around the trailer park. He loved her ideas of making more money and encouraged Roxie to keep coming up with new ones. But, she needed to run each idea passed her father. He would decide if the risk was worth the money brought in. Roxie's idea of helping Lucy get pregnant, was an idea Axton approved of. It held a low risk and promised a nice sum of money in return. This led to Roxie's meeting with Mr. McKee. He was Lucy's father. Mr. McKee had found out about his daughter's desire. She wanted a baby with one of the popular boys in school. It just so happened that this boy was a regular customer of Roxie's glory hole. Roxie had his cock in her mouth many times. He is may be popular, but he was no real man. He often came so quickly. Roxie knew this boy wasn't worth the praise Lucy heaped on him. Mr. McKee greeted Roxie when she got into his taxi. He started the motor, then pulled around the corners and into an alley where they could be alone." Thank you for meeting me Roxie.......... I need your help with something very important to me. "Frank spoke as he turned off the car's engine. He then spoke of knowing his daughter asked Roxie for her help as well. Help in making her pregnant. Frank said that boy Lucy liked was a waste of human skin. If he hadn't been born into a rich family. The boy would be a worthless piece of shit. Which he was anyway. He just had money. Frank then said the daughter deserved better. He said Lucy deserved someone who would truly love her. Frank then confessed his love for Lucy. He asked Roxie to make Lucy pregnant, but she was to use his sperm." I have 200 dollars here........ Please I need your help Roxie......... Make my daughter pregnant with my sperm. "Frank said while holding out the money. 200 dollars was a lot of money to the McKee family. It showed how important this was to him. Roxie smiled as she looked at the man that she knew was Lucy's father. She had an idea of what the man wanted. No smart parent liked this kid that Lucy liked except maybe the kids own parents. And Mr. McKee was no idiot. Roxie remained stoic and just listened. Letting the man spill his guts. The asking price was well beyond met and the man had cash on the spot. Lucy was outbid. And the law of the family was, if you were outbid by the patriarch of your family, well you were shit out of luck. She smiled and then took his money and placed the kids sperm pot in his hand. "That's what I was going to use to impregnate your kid, but since you paid up front, I am giving this to you as a sign of good will." The tub had the kids name on it. She moved the money to a lock box, and she then got an empty tub and wrote McKee's name on it and then began to tie her hair back and looked at him." You comfortable?" Without waiting for a reply, she leaned forward and unzipped his pants and began to rub and message his cock with her always warm hands leaning down breathing her warm breath against his cock not leaving out the attention on his balls either. Roxie was a very smart girl. She had a good head for the business of sex. Her daddy was always proud of the ideas Roxie came up with. Her glory hole business was one of those ideas. She thought everything out. Roxie even came up with the idea of collecting sperm from her customers. This helped when Lucy approached her about becoming pregnant. Lucy was a nice girl, but would never be popular. Having a baby with the boy she held a crush on, was stupid. However, it wasn't Roxie's place to judge. This was nothing more than a business transaction. But, Mr. McKee made a counteroffer which was better than the original offer. Axton always told his youngest, to never turn down a good offer. Even if you have one already. Our bidding someone was a part of the American way. Hell, that's what people did on eBay. The business of sex was no different. Mr. McKee was very pleased when Roxie handed over the tub with the sperm in it. This hadn't been expected, but it showed Roxie was willing to keep her word. Mr. McKee would get rid of the tub later. At the moment, he had more important things to do. It didn't take Roxie long before she was ready for the older man. She got another tub ready. Marking it with Mr. McKee's name. Roxie then tied her hair back. Mr. McKee nodded his head, when he was asked if he was comfortable. He then leaned back, giving Roxie room. She quickly had his pants unzipped, and his cock free. Mr. McKee let out a moan after feeling Roxie's warm breath on his cock & balls. Roxie was a talented cocksucker. She learned her lessons well from her mother. Mr. McKee's cock began to grow harder. He was about to be milked by a hot 16-year-old girl. An added treat for the 200 dollars he just dropped on her. Once McKee was hard she took the tip of his cock in her mouth and began to suck moving up and down. Slowly inching her way further down. She reached into his pants and began to knead and caress his balls tenderly. She smiled hearing his groan. Furthermore, she always loved to hear the groans of her satisfied customers. It pleased her to no end. She held the cup at the ready in one hand ready to collect the juice from the source. She wondered if the child Lucy bore would look more like Lucy or her father. Furthermore, she hoped her father because Lucy was not too much to look at. Furthermore, she shifted in the seat now taking him full hilt which was easy comparing this guy to her father he was nothing. Furthermore, she wondered what her father was doing at that minute. Roxie often found her mind wondering in the glory hole when customers didn't interest her too much. It was true, Lucy wasn't the prettiest girl. It was a good reason why her father should be the one to make her pregnant. At least the child would grow up with parents who loved it. The child would have a real father, and not just some boy who the child would never know. Plus, Mr. McKee did love his daughter. He loved her enough to have a child with her. That was something Roxie could understand and respect. Incest wasn't taboo in her family. Hell, the family lived on incest. Roxie fucked her own father & brother, almost daily. In fact, Axton was often Roxie's first cock of the day. She was daddy's little girl, and her daddy often spoke of making her pregnant. There was little doubt that Axton & Roxie would have a child at some point. It was just a matter of time. Mr. McKee's cock may not be as large as Axton's. But, Roxie would never let that show. It is as important to make the customer feeling like the best fuck on Earth. Even if they weren't. A blowjob was no different. Roxie maybe thinking of her father, but she would make Mr. McKee feeling like his cock was huge. She knew tricks that would make it seem as if she was gagging on his cock. Making Mr. McKee believe he was quite a man. Mr. McKee loved how good Roxie was. It had been a while since he last had his cock sucked. Once Lucy was pregnant and she knew the trust. Mr. McKee would pay Roxie to teach Lucy about sex. He wanted Roxie to show Lucy how to please him." Oh, God! Roxie......that feels so good. "Mr. McKee moaned out. His climax was fast approaching. He soon moaned out that he was going to cum. Moments later, seed began to shoot from Mr. McKee's cock. She drank down most of what he had to offer. But left a mouthful. Leaning back, she spit enough in the tub. She put the lid on the top and set it in her bag. She wiped her mouth. Furthermore, she smiled and reached in for baby powder knowing the man was probably going back to work. Furthermore, she smiled and began to pour baby powder over him and smiled putting him back together and looked at him thinking and looked into the men eyes." Look, I cannot help but ask why not just impregnate her yourself. Tell her how you feel yourself." She shrugged. "Lucy is just looking for love in all the wrong places. I will plant the seed tomorrow because she is supposed to get the implantation tomorrow so she can rest over the weekend. But just think about it, and if you need to talk, you know how to reach me." She got out and smiled and began to walk her way. When she was safely in the way of the trailer park she lit her cigarette and sighed. It was a hot motherfucker today. She smiled and waved to the hot biker next door who she often fingered herself to the one guy who didn't look twice, and she thought about Lucy. Maybe girls had some defect where they had a craving for what they couldn't have. Roxie herself craved dangerous big men. Lucy craved vapid shallow men. Mr. McKee was surprised when Roxie took his cum into her mouth. He assumed she would just milk his cock for the seed. Perhaps, she would take a taste, but to swallow as much as she did, wasn't expected. Mr. McKee watched as Roxie then spat some cum into the tub with his name on it. Roxie then began talking. She asked why he just didn't tell Lucy what he wanted. Tell her how he felt about her. That's what Roxie wanted to know. She didn't hang around or any answers. Roxie told Mr. McKee what her plan was, then said if he needed to speak with her, he could call her. Roxie grew up in a family where incest was accepted. Every member of her family took part in sexual activity with other family members. Not all families were like the James family. Most didn't enjoy the pleasures' incest could bring. Lucy wouldn't understand her father's reasons for wanting her. But, there was one person Lucy would listen too. Lucy looked up to Roxie. She was like the coolest rock star to Lucy. Roxie was everything Lucy would never be. Mr. McKee knew that if one person could show Lucy a new way. That person was Roxie. It was hell being the idol of an unpopular girl, but everyone had their crosses in life to bare. Roxie's mom came out of the trailer, and spotted her youngest daughter." So how did the meeting with Mr. McKee go? "Roxie was asked. Her mother carried two bottles of cold beer. One for her and one for Roxie. She handed Roxie the beer, then took a seat on the couch which was on the porch." Did Mr. McKee want something spectral? "Roxie's mother asked. She smiled seeing her mother. She grinned and ran up and kissed her neck and nuzzled into her smelling the smell that only mothers had. Furthermore, she sighed gently. Moving to take the cold beer from her hand, she sat down and crossed her legs sitting back and tossed her bag to the side and shrugged taking a draw from her cigarette and propped it on the ashtray in case her mother wanted to smoke from it and shrugged." He outbid his daughter. And he wanted to plug his daughter with his juices." She shrugged. "Just pent-up 'normal' people stuff." She gave a snort. People always liked to say they were normal. But start digging through their closets and looking at their skeletons they were far from normal. She drank her beer and leaned back smiling. "Nearly jumped out of his skin when I started sucking on his cock. Poor guy, I don't think anyone services his hose." She laughed and shook her head. "Or drinks his Mountain Dew." She ran her fingers along the condensation as she snuggled against her mother and sighed gently. Mary relaxed into the couch, Roxie had joined her. The two women sitting together. Mary did pick up her daughter's cigarette. She coolly took a drag while Roxie spoke of her meeting with Mr. McKee. Roxie said Mr. McKee had outbid his daughter. So his juice would be placed into her body. Roxie spoke of how Mr. McKee almost jumped out of his skin. This didn't surprise Mary. She'd seen Frank at the strip club many times. He seemed like a nice guy. He was always polite to Mary. Frank wasn't a bad looking man. He just didn't know how to approach a woman. Sure, he was married once. His wife had died several years ago. Frank was like a blind squirrel. He would find a nut now and then, when he was lucky. Some guys just didn't know how to talk with certain women. Frank was intimidated by women like Roxie, her mom and sister. He'd love to have such women. However, women like Roxie, her mom and sister made men like Frank nervous. Mary had stripped for Frank many times. She would have gladly done more for him, but he was too afraid to ask. Mary slipped an arm over Roxie's shoulders, after she spoke of Mr. McKee as a poor man. Roxie could tell the man didn't get any action. Other than his hand. Roxie had been the first woman to touch his cock, since his wife died. Frank's wife never swallowed his cum though. That was a first for Mr. McKee." That nice preacher........ Reverend Billy Cross is always saying we should help our brother man....... Maybe you should pay Mr. McKee another visit later on this evening....... Help him build some confidence...... He has been alone since his wife died...... Without the comfort of a female....... Must be why he wants his daughter so badly. "Mary spoke before sharing the cigarette with Roxie. She knew her youngest daughter could make any male feel like a real man. Hell, who wouldn't want to score with a hot teenage girl. Besides, Roxie was a fine actress. She could make even the lamest lover seem like the wildest fuck she ever had. Frank may not be all that bad. He was lacking in the confidence department. That didn't mean he'd be a lame fuck. "She rolled her eyes at the religious bit. Roxie was never religious. And whenever anyone came by and uttered the words "Have you heard the good news" she would always reply with something vulgar such as "a vibrator that doesn't need batteries?" "If your lips keep moving on my porch I'm going to attach them to my vagina so we will both have fun." It wasn't that Roxie didn't believe in a higher power because she did. She just believed that religion made people do stupid and mean things. Roxie however knew her mom was right. The poor guy had not had any action. But what Roxie heard was odd, and she needed clarification." Hold on ma, let me see if I am getting you right. You are saying for me to go the house of McKee and give the old man a freebie?" She looked at her mother raising both eyebrows. No one in the James family was deeply religious. But, they were members of the local Baptist church. The same church which Reverend Billy Ray Cross was the minister at. He was a real fire and brimstone type of preacher. The type that moved around a lot, while he spoke loudly of evil. The James family didn't attend church every Sunday. However, they attended enough to make the family seem proper. It was part of keeping their image as good citizens. The James family did many illegal things, and if Axton could keep people fooled, he was a very happy man. Mary had a feeling Roxie would question her. She was telling her youngest daughter to fuck Mr. McKee for free. So when Roxie needed some clarification, Mary wasn't surprised.' You don't need to visit his house....... Not unless you want too....... Frank usually works late on Thursday evenings........ All you need is to find his taxi...... Then give him a free ride. "Mary spoke while Roxie stared at her." Think of it as charity....... Helping those less fortunate than we are........ Besides....... You could be helping to bring Frank and his daughter closer........ He's a good man....... But he's also timid as hell......... It would do him good to think that you want to have sex with him. "Mary spoke before leaning in and placing a kiss against Roxie's lips. Free sex did happen from time to time. It could happen when someone did you a favor. You would then give them sex as payment. It could also be given as gift. Roxie could see this as giving Mr. McKee a gift. The man was dirt poor, but he still managed to give Roxie 200 dollars to make his daughter pregnant with his sperm." Besides honey........ It won't break us if you give Frank a thrill. "Mary added after the kiss was broken. Roxy always had a hard time at church. The church ladies always scolded her for the tiniest of things. Like her hair and the dreadlocks. Her dress being too short. They talked behind her back and she knew it. She heard the snide things they called her family. She wouldn't care. Furthermore, she would call them bitches and engage them in a fight. But in church her father put her on a gag order, and she was to be on pristine behavior. That meant no advertising, no fighting, no fun things. She really hated church. And one could tell by her eyes. She then nodded and leaned back. She tapped her knee and thought. Furthermore, she looked up at her mother licking her lips. Her mother always had the sweetest lips ever. And even though she smoked one would never taste it on her. "Did you talk to daddy about this?" She was always and would always be daddy's girl and no matter what her mother or sister said, she always had to run things by her father and if her father wasn't around, and it needed to be done quickly she used her brother. Church was just a cover for the James family. It didn't matter what those ladies thought of Roxie, or her sister. They were both teenage girls, and everyone knows teenage girls could be a handful. It was their at home activity which needed protecting. The prostitution, the incest, the underage drinking and the drug use. Not everyone believed as the James family did. Those who didn't, could cause trouble for the family. That was something no one wanted. So everyone did their best to act proper, or as proper as possible. Mary sighed when Roxie decided to keep questioning her idea. It wasn't possible for Mary to have spoken with Axton about this, but she didn't have to. Mary was the mother of this family. She knew very well that Roxie was "daddy's little girl". That was expected since Roxie was the youngest daughter. However, Mary didn't understand why her daughter felt the need to keep questioning the idea. Unless, Roxie didn't want to do it. Mary didn't care if Roxie went to fuck Frank or not." No....... I haven't talked with your father about this....... I didn't know about what you did until you got home. "Mary spoke then finished off her beer." It was a suggestion of something you could do........ I don't really care if you do it or not......... It's no skin off my ass if you don't....... I just thought you could do something nice for someone. "Mary spoke before she looked at her watch." I've got to go......... I'm dancing at the club tonight. "Mary spoke while crushing out the cigarette. She then gave Roxie a kiss on the head before getting up. Mary disappeared into the double wide trailer. She grabbed her bag, and keys for one of the cars. While inside the trailer, Mary did talk with Axton about her idea." Your dad doesn't care if you go fuck Frank....... He said this is your evening off anyway........ So if you want to give Frank a freebie he doesn't care. "Mary spoke as she exited from the house. She quickly went to one of their cars. Mary tossed her bag inside, she then climbed inside. She fired the motor up, backed up, then pulled out. She could tell her mother was getting a little pissed. Furthermore, she didn't follow her word blindly like her sister did. Unless it was an obvious job. She always asked if her dad knew. If she hated making her mom mad. She frowned and watched her mom leave. She took a long swig of her beer and set it to the side finishing it. She then went to the payphone that had been rigged so it was always free inside the trailer park and looked up the cab company and soon got McKee's number posing as Lucy. Furthermore, she waited for him to answer his phone biting her nail. Thoughts of her mom still were swirling in her mind as she waited hearing the other line ring. When he answered she told him to meet her at the trailer park that she had to go somewhere. She hung up without giving him much of a chance to ask what was going on. She knew he knew where her trailer park was. Everyone knew where she lived. She gave him the number of the trailer she lived in. She walked to the trailer and groaned sitting next to her father and leaned up against him and shut her eyes and sighed finally." I think I pissed off mom a little bit." She admitted. Axton had been working on the books, and paying bills inside the trailer. He was pleased with the current state of affairs. The family had plenty of money in the bank. All the bills were up-to-date and everyone was living a comfortable life. His wife, and his two daughters, were doing a great job. Each one was working hard. Roxie's glory hole money, was icing on the cake. As was the money Mary brought in from working at the strip club. Axton lit up a cigar, grabbed a six-pack, his afternoon paper, and headed outside. He seats down in his favorite spot. That old backseat, converted into a couch, at the front of the trailer. Axton sat out here to keep an eye on the other trailers. He didn't allow anyone lurking around. Outsiders weren't welcome. The trailer park was surrounded by a 15-foot-high wooden fence. This helped to keep people who be looking to steal, outside the park. Axton saw Roxie standing at the payphone. He placed his sex pack down, then sank into his seat. It wasn't long before Roxie joined her father. She took a seat beside him. Axton nodded his head when Roxie spoke of pissing her mother off." Your mother expected you would question her about giving Frank a freebie.......... She didn't expect you would imply that she needed my permission to share her idea. "Axton said while he looked over his paper." There are times when giving out freebies are a good thing......... Those restaurants down at the food court at the mall give out freebies......... Hell the payphone being rigged came from a freebie....... Your mom made a friend out of a telephone repairman....... He gladly fixed that phone for us....... By fucking Mr. McKee for free....... He'll owe you a favor......... You may need something someday and he could help you. "Axton added as he shook his head at the news." You can make up with your mom after she gets home from the club....... You know how worked up she gets......... She'll need a good release, and you can give her one. "Axton spoke as Mr. McKee pulled into the trailer park with his taxi. He stopped a waited for Roxie. Axton & Frank exchanged hellos "I don't know. I just feel better getting your permission about things." She sighed running her fingers through her hair and looked down. She then looked up and saw McKee was there. Furthermore, she smiled and kissed her father on the cheek and whispered she would be back soon. Furthermore, she saw the hot biker on his recliner smoking watching her through his thick dark glasses and her heart leapt into her throat. Furthermore, she slipped into the taxi, and she smiled to McKee." You know the beachfront not far from here? Where it is secluded enough where we won't be bothered? Go there." She said. She rolled down her window and let the air hit her. Furthermore, she leaned back and ran her fingers through her hair. Furthermore, she would make it up to her mom. Furthermore, she always did. Such was their relationship. They would fight, they would have great make up sex, they would fight, they would have make up sex. Rinse repeat. She smiled as they parked looking over the beach that no one ever came to. She smiled and then shifted and looked at him. Furthermore, she moved over and straddled his hips and began to grind against him." I couldn't stop thinking about you. I needed to know what you felt like after I sucked you off." She smiled and reached down and undid his pants and took him out of his pants. She stroked him and held him close and kissed his lips deeply and hungrily. "Ohh I am so hot and wet for you." She whimpered thinking of the way her daughter Lucy probably would moan for her jock. She then reached down and slowly began to rub him against her wet slit that got wet thinking of the biker alone. "Feel how wet I am for you?" Mr. McKee was confused by Roxie's request. He normally didn't take anyone to the beach. He also didn't normally see Roxie this much in one day. This was the second time today. That was twice as normal. Most times when he did see her. She was leaving school, downtown, or hanging around the trailer park. Mr. McKee wasn't in the business of asking questions, other than asking where someone wanted to go. He just nodded when Roxie told him to drive to the beach. He didn't understand why she wanted him to bring her here. She could have gotten a ride from anyone in her family. The taxi continued on until it reached the beach. Mr. McKee pulled off the road and parked. He still wasn't sure why Roxie brought him here. She never once tried to leave the cab. Frank was taken by surprise when Roxie straddled his hips. She was grinding her pussy against his crotch. There was a look of shock clearly written on Frank's face. He listened as Roxie spoke. She spoke of needing to know what he felt like. She'd sucked him off earlier that day. Giving Mr. McKee the greatest blowjob of his life. Frank was still confused as to why Roxie was doing this. He wasn't young, he wasn't handsome. Sure, Frank wasn't a bad looking man, but he was no Hollywood star. There was nothing special about Frank McKee. He was just an average looking guy. Roxie continued to speak of how hot she was for him. She held his cock in her hand. Just her touch made his cock grow hard. A deep moan escaped from Frank when Roxie touched the head of his cock against her pussy. It was so very warm and wet." Roxie....... I can't......... I would love too...... But I'm broke........I can't pay you anything. "Frank had to force the words from his mouth. He was worried that Roxie would want money. He knew of Roxie's current career. Frank never thought she'd fuck him, even for money. He had no self-confidence where women were concerned. Besides his dead wife, Roxie was the only woman to act so attracted towards him. She growled and flicked her wild hair back and looked down into his eyes. She unbuttoned her shirt letting her breasts bounce free as he spoke. Furthermore, she smiled hearing him. "You are not a job." She whispered kissing him deeply and slid him deeply into her and shut her eyes arching her back. "Now." She groaned and shifted as if trying to get used to his sheer length." I want you to fuck me. You can be as hard or soft as you want. Just fuck me. No strings attacked. I just want to feel you." This all was like a wild dream Frank was having. Roxie, the hottest 16-year-old whore in town, wanted Frank to fuck her. She said he wasn't a job. This meant she wanted no money from him. It was possible, Roxie could want something in the future. Whatever she might want, would be a small price to pay for having sex with her now. Frank knew this, and he didn't care. Roxie was on his lap, rubbing his cock against her pussy. She's saying how much she wanted him. This all seemed so damn crazy. Frank was half expecting someone to jump out and yell "April Fool's". However, it was well passed the first, and Roxie wasn't known for such behavior. Frank moaned as Roxie kissed him. Her kisses were passionate and hungry. Like she really was craving his company. Frank couldn't believe his day. It had gone better than he would have wished for. Not only did Roxie accept his offer to make Lucy pregnant with his sperm. She gave him a blowjob to die for. Now, the hot teenager was slipping his cock into her pussy. 'HOLY FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!!' Was the thought that ran through Frank's mind. Roxie's pussy was so hot and so wet. Frank listened as Roxie explained what she wanted. She didn't care how he fucked her. Hard, or soft. Roxie just wanted to be fucked. Frank wasn't as big as Roxie was used too. He wasn't like her father or brother. But, there was enough meat between his legs to give Roxie plenty of pleasure. Frank lifted her skirt a bit more. He started roughly groping at her fine ass. His hips were already thrusting upwards, driving his cock into her core." Thank you for this Roxie....... I've always loved looking at you..... Your mother and sister......... If you ever need anything from me...... Just ask. "Frank spoke his words, and now he owed Roxie a favor. It was just like her father said. Frank suddenly became bold and began rubbing his finger against Roxie's tighter hole. He then asked if Roxie wouldn't be more comfortable outside, on the sand? He spoke of having a blanket in the trunk. She sighed and held him and kissed his neck up to his chin. It was no surprise that he was always looking at her. Everyone always looked at her. That is how she dressed. That was how she carried herself. She loved the attention, good and bad. She smiled and stroked his face as he made the mention of going outside and then smiled." Oh honey, I will do this wherever you want, I just really want to fucking feel you inside of me." She moaned to him. She was honestly comfortable wherever having sex. Furthermore, she once had sex in a portapotty, and it stank like shit, but she was paid to enjoy it, and it was a coach at a college so, what else could she do but moan and grip the man close as she was careful where she put her feet and was pressed against the rubber siding. But once that dick was inside her, she forgot about all else. She smiled and looked at him and grinned." Where do you want to do this?" She stroked his face and kissed his lips deeply and hungrily again. Frank didn't really care where they had sex. He was still amazed that Roxie wanted to fuck him. She was so hot, a beautiful teenage girl. He was older, around her father's age. Frank wasn't a confident man. He had little experience where women were involved. Most women wouldn't even give a man like Frank a first look. And girls of Roxie's age, would never let a man like Frank touch them. That's why this was so surprising for Frank. Roxie wanted him to fuck her. She spoke of wanting to feel him inside of her body. Frank's concern was for what Roxie wanted. At the moment, she was on his lap. It would be difficult for him to fuck her, in the way she wanted. This is the reason why he asked if she wanted to move. Her current position, was more suited for Roxie to ride his cock. It was easier for her to fuck him, then it was for him to fuck her. However, Frank would do his best to please Roxie. He knew such a chance may never happen again, not unless he paid for it." Out on the sand would be nice....... For both of us I think......... But if you feel more comfortable here........ Then we can stay here. "Frank spoke softly while he looked at Roxie. She looked like an angel with the soul of a sinner in her body.

White Trash Tailer Park ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster )|rating:2.0

sailor moon X

This RPG is based off an idea I had about a new season of sailor moon. The Story is that it has been 1 yr since the end of Sailor Stars (the last season of SM anime). Now new enemy has arrived called the Zodiac Knights they are wanting the energy of the earth but how they do it is very strange by using Yuma to draw out the sexual energy. But a hero from another universe has come to aid the sensei. I like this idea, but I am a little unclear on how it would work Age: 19Height: 6'2"Eyes: Greenware: Red Sailor Name: Dark Knight Sexual Preference: Straight Weapon: Sword of the Dark Moon Background: Wayne is the fraternal twin brother of Princess Serenity, and half brother of Beryl of the Neg averse. They were an attempt to create peace between the Neg averse and the Silver Moon Kingdom. He was taken with King Orion of the Neg averse, and raised among the people of that kingdom. When Beryl poisoned their father, Wayne was sent by the dying man, along with his sword, to the Moon Kingdom. He landed at the foot of the Silver Tower of the Moon, the last vestige of the ancient race that has come to be called Guardians. The next thing he remembered, he was found by the older sister of the Princess of Mars, a huntress, and taken to the Palace of the Moon. He was cared for, and ended up becoming the lover of the Mars Princess, and a member of the royal court. Later on, after the Children of the Moon were sent forward in time, Wayne was raised as the son of a politician and a businesswoman in the US, before moving to Tokyo. He has known all along who he is, as he dreamt nightly of his former life in the Moon Kingdom. He moved to Tokyo with the purpose of finding the other Children. Resist said: I call dibs on a Yuma. ^_^ Click to expand... you can play as Yuma, but please play as regular character as well dragon your is approved as well Would you have to take a character from the Sailor Moon universe? Or can you create your own? Past villains can't come back tho Galatia can since she wasn't killed or the Amazon quartet can as well as the other sensei that were under Galatia can well. Fanfics are allowed dance....will this be the RP thread as well?and Hikaru, do you have yahoo? (example: title) Hikaru (character) Red Power Borg (character)that was an example of thread between 2 characters dragon razor said: dance....will this be the RP thread as well? And Hikaru, do you have yahoo? Click to expand... I've got MSN messenger. [email protected], please, I need to ask you something Name: David BallwayAka: Red Power Borg-Elemental Ranger Age:looks to be in his mid 20sHair: Brownies: Hazel w/glasses ht: 6ftsexual Pref: Str8Info: David comes from a parallel universe where he knows of the doubles of the sensei and was even married to the younger sister of Sailor Moon, but she died a long time ago in battle. He was told that the sensei in this Universe would need help with the Zodiac Knights by System Lords who had choose him to be Immortal and given him his Elemental Ranger Powers. Tho he may have his powers but he can't call forth his words or his BBV since the Diametral barrier couldn't handle the stress of having them come through. Now he has no friends Perseid, but he is ready to aid the doubles of his friends back home and to save this earth. Weapons: RPB Scorpion Wrist drill saber (ER) Earth Hammers, Fire Saber, Water Gave, Air Daggers, Love/heart Crossbow-arrows, Spirit/soul Kumar, and Time blade Powers:: Red Power Borg his original powers. Elemental Powers(7 powers that were bonded to his DNA at time of conception by the system lords) each element give him a new armor. Misc vehicle: Scorpion battle cycle. Zodiac knights Zodiac Knights are based off the roman Zodiac. If there isn't a Mamore, yet I will do it. I've watched most of the series, and I'm watching the whole series again, since I got it on DVD. So I'm quite willing to do Mamore/Darian/Tuxedo Mask. As long as I don't have to play King Endymion I'm pretty good. Let me know when we can start we need some more girls though. I'm not a gang bang type. Mamaru is yours just post profile for him that need to include sexual pref Hikaru said: we need some more girls though. I'm not a gang bang type. Click to expand... I'm not the gang bang type either...I prefer my orgies to be single guy/multiple girls bumped, for posterity's sake I'll call mercury then! Name: Amy Power: water Preferences and Characteristics: known to be the quiet academic type, very shy in sex matters as well...just needs that little push to be sent to the edge Mars Name: Repower: Fire Preferences and Characteristics: Very closed off sometimes and mysterious. Is a priestess at a temple and tends to dislike men. Her closed off nature makes it difficult to determine anything about her sexuality. Ami is yours if you have any friends at here get them to join we still need an usage, Monaco, Dakota, Howard, Aruba, Michael, satsuma, and an older chili USA, the Amazon quartet, Galatia, starlights (they will be like in manga female all the time), Andrew, molly, the 12 zodiac knights bumped again *looks at them, puzzled*Sailor Moon X? What's the X for?*curious* I'm assuming it's supposed to mean sexual SM dragon razor said: I'm assuming it's supposed to mean sexual SM Click to expand... OOOOOOOOOTay!*stupid* >.>so....what are you doing in here...with this X...and the sailor moon...and the...err... stuff? *hands her a yummy cheese nip* Lady Rama said: OOOOOOOOOTay! *stupid* Sgt;.Sgt; Lt;.Lt; so....what are you doing in here...with this X...and the sailor moon...and the...err... stuff? *hands her a yummy cheese nip* Click to expand... one, I'm a guy (the Ava is a girl that I find attractive in anime) two, I don't like cheese nips, and three...dunno yet... dragon razor said: one, I'm a guy (the Ava is a girl that I find attractive in anime) two, I don't like cheese nips, and three...dunno yet... Click to expand... ACK! You're a dude? I'm sorry! >.>you don't like cheese nips? *saddened*You must not like me I'm more into biscuit dragon razor said: I'm more into biscuit Click to expand... *growls at the trisect*fine, fine...*hands HIM a Trisect, mumbling* Lady Rama said: *growls at the trisect* fine, fine... *hands HIM a Trisect, mumbling* Click to expand... biscuit goes well with cheeses Name: Mamore (Or Darian if you want)/Tuxedo massage: I think he's supposed to be 19 Either way he'll be twenty-something Gender: Male Powers: Distraction, what appears to be stealth, and some awesome throwing skills. Also, a World class botanist. Orientation: Well I don't see a single Bi and really Darian into the boys. Nuh-uh. Straight as the proverbial Arrow. Darian knows who he'll end up with but that doesn't mean he can't have some fun till then. As such I'll say that him and usage will be on one of their breaks right now. Besides I like to earn my fun, No real anything if Usage is just expected to give it up because I'm Mamore. We won't start the ring here till we at least have rest of the inner and 2 of the zodiac knights ok. I'll ask around some of the other threads I'm on. But if we need that many this is going to be huge. And we should probably stick to core people. If you like I can run more than one person. I’m always the bad guy it seems, I can run a Monster or two. that is great if you know anyone else that into SM that be great if they would join as for you taking on more than 1 character that is fine just create bio for them bumpededness still need a sailor Jupiter? Makoto is open you just need to post profile for her neat, thanks. Name: MakotoPower: lightning/thunder Characteristics: Despite her reputation as the tough girl, Dakota is still pretty unsure when it comes to sex. Of course, she doesn't lose her temperamental personality, and will go for what she wants--once she discovers what that is. I'm working the Mars Avatar. ^^ you using the PSM Mars pic keel she's the only character that looks real in the show (Name undecided)Gemini Knight Power: ShapeshiftingEquipstuff: Form blade (shapeshifting weapon)Characteristics: The Gemini Knight is very enigmatic. Sometimes female, sometimes male, it shifts almost constantly to adapt to the situation. It can become very large, but its strength remains constant, therefore if it becomes too tall or otherwise large, it will collapse under its own weight. It's true strength, however, lies in the ability to impersonate and manipulate others. The only sign that it is not who it seems to be is a red sheen on the corner of its retina - a weakness often covered up by the wearing of sunglasses. Your character is approved Vandal. Thank you, RGB. I'll come up with a name as soon as I get a chance to look in my Japanese translation books. I hope you don't mind that this character is taken mostly from Envy on Full metal Alchemist. Furthermore, I don't mind I Even like the idea of shape-shifter it will add a lot of twists both in the plot and some of the sexual parts of the group. Hmm... Let me know if these roles work:* NPC tentacle monsters.* Luna, smart ass pervy version. Odd thing is that this won't be the *first* time I've played such... Scribe. scribe’m said: Hmm... Let me know if these roles work: * NPC tentacle monsters. * Luna, smart ass pervy version. Odd thing is that this won't be the *first* time I've played such... Scribe. Click to expand... Powwow. What a cute kitty!! Can we keep it? If you want to play as Luna you have to play an Usage since Luna is her pet. The same would go if you wanted to play as Artemis you have to play as Monaco bumped Translation please OK, I didn't get a chance to look in my Japanese books today and all my friends who are Japanese majors are on vacation! Does anybody know the Japanese word for double? Vandal i tried looking it up but can't fined it. Do you know anyone that like to join the thread so we can get closer to starting I know of one person that wanted to write with me, but she probably only wants to do a one on one, other than that I don't think so? I will caution you about making your cast list too big. I can clog your thread and get it bogged down with people waiting for someone in particular to post. You need another guy? I think might know someone who wouldn't mind doing a sailor scout. Not completely sure if he knows how to RP, but he's of age and a fan. I'll check it out. Of course, the more, the merrier. Erm. I was wondering... If I can be Sailor Pluto.>.>*runs away* post a bio for her include sexual pref bum pity bump [edit bio posted]Name: Taking UsagiNick: Bunny, Usage, Orange-otama (dumpling head)Age: 18Power: Purification - can purify an enemy's evil aura Appearance: An older version of her former self. She's more filled out and a lot more mature. She's got her usual UK and regular cloths when she isn't saving the world. Sexuality: Bisexual (Poor Memo-chan can't keep up with her sexual appetite)more to come if I think of it. Minako is the last inner left, and we just need 1more zodiac knight Doesn't anyone want another Zodiac? Hello? Who turned out all the lights? Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?(sleep deprivation. Ain't it great?) eh.tired. Tired is better than sleep dipping any day of the week. Except Thursdays. I never could get the hang of Thursdays. Red_Power_Borg said: post a bio for her include sexual pref Click to expand... umm...MMK. Name: Mao Satsuma (Trista)Nick: Trista Age: unknown (looks like she's 25-30, but is known to be over 1,000 years old)Power: Transformation Wand, Garnet Rod, Garnet Orb Talisman Appearance: {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Sexuality: A mystery. Anything you'd like to know, just let me know ^^" Lady Rama said: umm...MMK. Name: Mao Satsuma (Trista) Nick: Trista Age: unknown (looks like she's 25-30, but is known to be over 1,000 years old) Power: Transformation Wand, Garnet Rod, Garnet Orb Talisman Appearance: Sexuality: A mystery. Anything you'd like to know, just let me know ^^" Click to expand... LMAO...that reminds me of a longstanding fantasy.... Rei and Satsuma, in a room in the palace Name: SagitariusDescription: A massive man, well over 6'6". He looks over 270 pounds and muscles move uncomfortably under his skin. Like they are too tight. Sagittarius is also hard to miss due to the massive recurve Bow he carries. He appears to be a handsome man, simply very big. His height and weight are very difficult to determine due to slouching and standing, and odd movement like he is unused to two legs. Equipment: His bow. Powers. The ability to grow two more legs making him much faster and his Bow. An unknowable creation, it creates whatever arrows seem to be needed at the moment. Expect a lot of elementals and exploding things whenever he's around. He is also a more than proficient hand-to-hand fighter. Also in keeping with the tradition of the constellation Sagittarius is a healer, and a kind soul. He likely would be the tragic one much like Diamond. Also, he'd be the bitter one, like a soldier who's seen too much combat and only remembers war. Perfect man we just need Monaco then we get to start Well I'll give a look. Seems anime fans are actually kind of scared on this board. Wierd. Or people just don't like Fucking with Canon. True you think we have folks that want to play with hot girls in Japanese school UK outfits also the zodiac knight from the place called Khan' AK(pronounced as cock) Red_Power_Borg said: true you think we have folks that want to play with hot girls in Japanese school UK outfits also the zodiac knight from the place called Khan' AK(pronounced as cock) Click to expand... on another note, I found a hot pic of Michael riding Cell while Aruba strokes Cell and licks Michael's ear dragon razor said: on another note, I found a hot pic of Michael riding Cell while Aruba strokes Cell and licks Michael's ear Click to expand... I strangely find myself wanting to see that pic... Hikaru said: I strangely find myself wanting to see that pic... Click to expand... LMAO...let me see if I saved it...it came in my email nope, I don't have it on my pc....which means I have to wait for it to appear again I am starting the open thread#post17134976 Ten might have a perfect point. Ever been to a Sci-fi or Anime convention? Those people argue over the slightest little discrepancies in recollections of their favorite shows. This could be tantamount to heresy. I like heresy. Let's DO THIS! Once we get another writer, that is. I know I am power ranger fan as well as loonie. Ranger fans are divided into 2 factions those who only like straight power ranger ADN those who enjoy both pr and Sendai I haven't been able to watch American PR since I swathe Japanese version. The six is open now link please #post17134976 I hope my post has started us off on the right foot. Yes it has I think I have to edit mine slightly New Zodiac Knight:Name: SounanshaSign: Capricorn Weapon: Martyr Drive Description: Sounansha is in constant pain. A birth defect caused him to be oversensitized to tactile sensation. But circumstances have changed a bit since he became a Zodiac Knight. He wears a strange piece of armor called the Martyr Drive. It is a projectile weapon primarily, but gains power through nervous feedback from its wearer. Because of this, the more pain Sounansha feels, the more powerful the shots from the Martyr Drive. Sounansha is a stern, uncaring individual, speaking little unless it is to tell his fellow knights how stupid one of their plans is. He is 6'3" and 190 pounds, with a swimmers build and heavily tattooed. Better Late then Never... right? Name: Katsuki KasukiAlternate Persona: Knight of Aquarius Element of Influence: Water Powers: Ice/Water Manipulation, Dream crafting. Personality: Kabuki is a quiet, often aloof kind of man. He represents many of Aquarius' more positive traits. Friendly, Shy, Outgoing, Honest, Loyal, Intelligent. He is usually very shy at first, but once broken of his shyness he is one of the fiercest friends one could hope for. He in an anomaly among the Zodiac Knights. Once a leader and organizer. But now. Now he's decided to see what life is like on the other side of things. Allowing himself to be born human and having spent the last 19 years as one... he is slowly coming to a realization of his former life. Aquarius, Kabuki's other-half, is exuberant, lively, and a bit of an exhibitionist. He's extremely strong willed, and even more strongly a seeker of truth. Aquarius stands firmly grounded in his convictions. Whatever they maybe... Sometimes he can however seem very unattached and unemotional. There is a chaos about him... Image: hey welcome everyone who's joined in the few hours I'm at work. Good luck to you all but to the newbies. Remember we're the villains. No matter how badass we are, and how cool our characters get. This is sailor moon. We are going to lose. Maybe not die. But lose. Well my piece is said. Thanks to everyone who joined. I look forward to working with you all. This is what REI looks like at the moment. Rei as the beautiful temple priestess for anyone who gives a damn:Since I play as Pluto (the distant scout), as well with me holding down 2 jobs plus schooling. I cannot post as much as the rest of you. I promise to post at least once a day, I hope.this doesn't interfere. If It does.let me know, and I'll vanish. Hey it all good I have no quits with you posting at least once a day Red_Power_Borg said: hey it all good I have no quits with you posting at least once a day Click to expand... Thanks ^-^ So whose turn is it to post I mean someone should PM the other scouts and let them know it's started. Hikaru said: So whose turn is it to post I mean someone should PM the other scouts and let them know it's started. Click to expand... well, we need the scouts to post, I can't post until the others arrive at the mansion dragon razor said: well, we need the scouts to post, I can't post until the others arrive at the mansion Click to expand... Should I go ahead and come over, then have usage and the others barge in as things are getting interesting? Hikaru said: Should I go ahead and come over, then have usage and the others barge in as things are getting interesting? Click to expand... LMAO...tempting, but we need some interaction with the others anyway dragon razor said: LMAO...tempting, but we need some interaction with the others anyway Click to expand... True. Boredom. Somebody post. Hikaru said: boredom. Somebody post. Click to expand... I know, I's going nuts too I think we seriously lost everyone except those who have posted... That sucks. Someone should PM them must have RP fix. *dies* Hikaru said: must have RP fix. *dies* Click to expand... LMAO.....I know the feeling for Hikaru {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} dragon razor said: for Hikaru Click to expand... Holy shit!!! My god... MMM. Yeah. Hikaru said: Holy shit!!! My god... MMM. Yeah. Click to expand... I know, totally hot, huh? Attack by Sag Well quite obviously I didn't kill Pluto. I'll leave it up to Rama how Pluto escapes or fights back or what have you. But the tower and the gates of Time are just such a big powerful thing, that I had to remove them. If I must think of some method for blowing them up without being powered I will, But I wanted him to be a big showy almost final villain. So enjoy. Sides now Pluto can visit the earth people. OK, guys, sorry I've been so long, but my computer had to be moved into the office and I can't get on unless I'm working. Gemini is going to be a kind of insurgent character, so you won't see him/her/it coming. Don't worry if you don't hear from Gemini for a while. Capricorn may be having some interaction with the scouts, but he is more there as a devil's advocate with the BKS. Any violent encounter with him is going to end in death. Whose death is going to be up to everyone there, but most likely Suonansha will bite it. I made Capricorn specifically to blast some terrain. He is a power character. Be ready to incur serious injury at the very least. Anyhow, I am back, but only for a little while. My friends are getting married this weekend, and I'm one of the groomsmen. Sunday night/Saturday morning is the only time I'll be posting this week. Next week will be F/S/S night/morning as per usual. Sorry I've been gone. OK, I'm just making sure, but is everyone out of the Temple now? Vandal Heart said: OK, I'm just making sure, but is everyone out of the Temple now? Click to expand... most of them are at the party...but there will be grave consequences for trying to destroy the shrine *nods evilly* *Duh*And there is no try about it. Kiss the shrine bye bye. Vandal Heart said: OK, I'm just making sure, but is everyone out of the Temple now? Click to expand... Kabuki and Satsuma areNEARthe Temple. On the grounds of, but not IN. OK, I think Gemini can start moving now. Am I suppose to write in this too?have a picky: That is so awesome. You need to put that on the sniper kitty thread. BTW, the only reaction to the temple going down was from Pluto and Wayne...what happened guys? And who is posting next? The way DR ended that post, it seems someone specific is going to be standing there. My is confused. Eh, I don't know. Maybe someone is. Memo is not going to respond he's busy with Pluto. Sag doesn't care one way or the other. He may use his Alt form to go heal Pluto as the doc. I'm not decided yet. But I like How this is Going. Keep up the good work guys. Anyhow... Actually, isn't Sag sleeping at the moment? Vandal Heart said: Actually, isn't Sag sleeping at the moment? Click to expand... Well far as they know. Do you think Dumb as he is, he'd still be stupid enough to just tell them he's going to heal the enemy? No give him a little credit. Cool. Just wondering. I need some tea. Sag is going to be the doctor??!!! EE EEK!!! I'm waiting for the person I want to have their character be behind me to log on dragon razor said: you'll just have to wait for her to post Click to expand... *grind* I know, I know!! Lady Rama said: *grind* I know, I know!! Click to expand... shhhhhhhh dragon razor said: shhhhhhhh Click to expand... *slumps down, pouting*No fun.... Lady Rama said: *slumps down, pouting* No fun.... Click to expand... I hope she posts soon dragon razor said: I hope she posts soon Click to expand... *nods* *grows impatient*I wanna RP!!!!!!!!!*munches on her Cheese nips, poking Miss Hickory and the others with a stick* Lady Rama said: *grows impatient* I wanna RP!!!!!!!!! *munches on her Cheese nips, poking Miss Hickory and the others with a stick* Click to expand... ditto, except minus the cheese nips and the Hikaru.... dragon razor said: ditto, except minus the cheese nips and the Hikaru.... Click to expand... *gasps**shoves 2000000000000000 cheese nips in his nose*hahaha Guys I'll be gone for the day I think. I've to go apply to college. I'll see you guys later. Hikaru said: Guys I'll be gone for the day I think. I've to go apply to college. I'll see you guys later. Click to expand... Good luck!!!!!! ^_________^!! Yes, yes. Good luck, Hikaru. How did it go???!!! Grr...where is she dragon razor said: grr...where is she Clicking to expand... I hope she's ok. Lady Rama said: I hope she's ok. Click to expand... ditto, especially after hearing about 69forever dragon razor said: ditto, especially after hearing about 69forever Click to expand... I am unaware of...this??!!! What happened??!!! Lady Rama said: I am unaware of...this??!!! What happened??!!! Click to expand... I think they said he died during surgery I hope I get accepted to that college. It's a really nice campus. Dragonrazor said: I think they said he died during surgery Click to expand... Oh, no... The poor dear : (I didn't know him well, but He's in a better place now.my apologies if you two were close *bows slightly in respect* Hikaru said: I hope I get accepted to that college. It's a really nice campus. Click to expand... *tackles Hickory*YAY!*licks* Lady Rama said: *tackles Hickory* YAY! *licks* Click to expand... What the? Ahhhhhhhh!!! Well hello Rama. How are you? Hikaru said: What the? Ahhhhhhhh!!! Well hello Rama. How are you? Click to expand... hey Miss Hickory, *gets off her*I'm very good.but tired so I shall go to sleep but-what college did u apply for? And what for?too she still isn't on....I'm getting impatient dragon razor said: she still isn't on....I'm getting impatient Click to expand... *hugs* just a little more time. Lady Rama said: *hugs* just a little more time. Click to expand... we can't really progress until she gets on and posts Lady Rama said: hey Miss Hickory, *gets off her* I'm very good.but tired, so I shall go to sleep but-what college did u apply for? And what for? Xoxo Click to expand... I applied to a local college to take some classes in art, writing, philosophy, and maybe some dramatic arts... The possibilities are endless and there is an anime/manga club.^^ Hikaru said: I applied to a local college to take some classes in art, writing, philosophy, and maybe some dramatic arts... The possibilities are endless and there is an anime/manga club.^^ Click to expand... *jaw drops*lucky Hickory *zealous*good luck- I'm sure you'll get in sweetie!! Hikaru said: I applied to a local college to take some classes in art, writing, philosophy, and maybe some dramatic arts... The possibilities are endless and there is an anime/manga club.^^ Click to expand... Sounds Awesome. I just got accepted and paid all my fees to the summer term at U of A. college is evil chronicle_ten said: Sounds Awesome. I just got accepted and paid all my fees to the summer term at U of A. Click to expand... SmartAsset Which U of A there is quite a few KU here in Lawrence has a pretty good anime club And could we quit bumping the story thread, please? Furthermore, I don't mean to be an asshole, but it's a pet peeve of mine. Feel free to tell me to shut the hell up on this by the way. Someone get a hold of sailor moon and tell her to get her ass back here!! We need to get that thread moving again. People are losing interest and getting out of character as we speak!! Yeah... I'm one of them Vandal Heart said: yeah... I'm one of them Click to expand... Furthermore, I know what you mean. ... I forgot who's playing her... I almost feel bad *Cues up Queens "Another One Bite the Dust" on his iPod* Oh, crank that up boredom and lateness. Not a good combination. I'm getting sleepy.*yawns*Going to bed soon. Well, I'm still stuck here at work. I tell you what guys, if the story hasn't been posted to by the time I get to work tomorrow night, I'm pulling out of the thread. Sorry, but I have too many other things going on. Totally understandable Vandal. *cranks the Queen up for Vandal* Enjoy!!...and here's hoping.-ACD- Me too. I'm actually doing this with a few other threads as well, so the possibility exists that I won't have to drop this story, but it is a slim possibility. Vandal Heart said: And could we quit bumping the story thread, please? I don't mean to be an asshole, but it's a pet peeve of mine. Feel free to tell me to shut the hell up on this by the way. Click to expand... hey I humped. Not bumped did anyone PM her? I did go up to mom's till Saturday have fun! OK, she has until midnight tonight, central time. Then I'm unsubscribing from the thread. I'm out. Rama, Vandal, Hikaru hope to come across you guys in another thread at some point. Hopefully one with some staying power.-ACD- I hear that. I'm still going to stick around for another hour, but this is looking like a dead story. Vandal Heart said: I hear that. I'm still going to stick around for another hour, but this is looking like a dead story. Click to expand... well vandal I guess we could go with plan B. I'm bored stiff waiting for something that isn't going to happen. Sounds good to me. ACursedDreamer said: I'm out. Rama, Vandal, Hikaru hope to come across you guys in another thread at some point. Hopefully one with some staying power. -ACD- Click to expand... *pouts* sorry guys...guess I'm pulling out as well : (Unless- Usage-chan comes around. She just posted well then in that case, I guess I'm back? Sorry I haven't been around-been at the hospital for surgery :/xxi'm going to work tonight (yes...my employer is fucking making me work on light duty!!!!)so I'll post in the morning. Hope everyone's weekend went well k....have fun dragon razor said: k....have fun Click to expand... *growls slightly* thanks.-.-' I'm going to be in 100% pain!! Aww...we need a giant robot dragon razor said: aww...we need a giant robot Click to expand... *nods slightly* yes! Or some meds or something auggggggh!!! I have 27 stitches on my tummy poo...and they hurt! >.stay safe poor you....I had to deal with my little brother being a dork earlier dragon razor said: poor you....I had to deal with my little brother being a dork earlier Click to expand... *eats his little brother* OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW >. I'm so glad I live alone dragon razor said: I'm so glad I live alone Lt;Lt; of course, it would be better if I were in another state Click to expand... which state do you reside in?? Iowa....and sadly, I live in the same city as my mother and little brother...I need to move, but can't afford to right now dragon razor said: Iowa....and sadly, I live in the same city as my mother and little brother...I need to move, but can't afford to right now Click to expand... That's not so bad. I live in the same city as my aunt and uncle (they're my guardians). So in a way, I know what it's like But after a while, it doesn't bother you much. Meh....it wouldn't be so bad if my little brother knew when to leave me alone we need a new Usage...which may mean someone will have to take on multiple roles dragon razor said: meh....it wouldn't be so bad if my little brother knew when to leave me alone we need a new Usage...which may mean someone will have to take on multiple roles Click to expand... I offered to be Usage-chan temporary. But as for little brother's- never had that problem yet . Both of mine leave me be. Lucky you.... dragon razor said: lucky you.... Click to expand... At times. I miss never seeing them. Guess you cannot win eh? True enough...you go get some rest, I'll try to post in the morning if you're on before I am dragon razor said: true enough...you go get some rest, I'll try to post in the morning if you're on before I am Click to expand... Thanks a bunch *juggles* Stay safe. And if your brother annoys u. Just make some grilled cheese :) going up to see mom...I'll be back some time tomorrow dragon razor said: going up to see mom...I'll be back some time tomorrow Click to expand... back yet??? Been back...can't post without some of the others posting dragon razor said: been back...can't post without some of the others posting Lt;Lt; Click to expand... give me a lead- I'll follow. I tried....my post is a little short though...where's Hikaru? Dragonrazor said: I tried....my post is a little short though...where's Hikaru? Click to expand... try any thread that features Holy Devil ^.~ I've seen him post in a few, but ...well, you should see the Z Saga RP on Origin AT....we were doing posts that were like a page in and of themselves dragon razor said: I've seen him post in a few, but ...well, you should see the Z Saga RP on Origin AT....we were doing posts that were like a page in and of themselves Click to expand... O_Really??? Yeah....it took me a while to get used to, since most of what I was doing at the time was through IMs....but the Resident Evilness of the RP helped....posted, btw dragon razor said: yeah....it took me a while to get used to, since most of what I was doing at the time was through IMs....but the Resident Evilness of the RP helped.... posted, btw Click to expand... Hamm...interesting posted too btw. posted again. Funny how the rps are all going strong today, but were silent the past few days dragon razor said: posted again. Funny how the rps are all going strong today, but were silent the past few days Click to expand... lol Indeed'm going to get some shut-eye. I'll post later k...have a nice sleep dragon razor said: k...have a nice sleep Click to expand... Thanks! *kisses his cheek lightly* welcome back dragon razor said: welcome back Lt;Lt; Click to expand... thanks!on for a few more mins. I was napping dragon razor said: I was napping Lt;Lt; Click to expand... and we didn't have a catnap together? *gasps* lol...poor Rama...I was napping while my computer ran maintenance...now I am watching TV, and waiting for the various RP's I'm in to get active dragon razor said: lol...poor Rama...I was napping while my computer ran maintenance...now I am watching TV, and waiting for the various RP's I'm in to get active Click to expand... ^-^ ah well moi'm gonna post now- MMK? k....I'll be waiting while watching Street Fighter II V's version of Chen Li*meows*

sailor moon X|rating:2.0

All in the Family --kittenloves and I--

"Seriously? He still doesn't know?" Cassidy asked with a big laugh as she finished rolling up a fresh joint. "That is just beautiful. I wonder what he'll do when he finally finds out your cock is bigger than his?" She and her younger sister Lily were lounging in the living room of their apartment, enjoying a day off of work with a combination of old movies and various drugs. Cassidy was wearing only an oversized white T-shirt and panties, and Lily wore a black tank top and black boxer shorts. They were fully intent on relaxing to the fullest, and getting plenty intoxicated before their other sister got home from school." Honestly, the guy is so sleazy he'd probably block it from his mind so he could keep enjoying all the BJ's he gets from me!" Lily was only a year younger, so they didn't really look that far apart. Cassidy was taller and more athletic, more lithe with perky, C-cups, while Lily was more curvaceous, with broad hips, a tapered thin waist, and heavier D-cups. Cassidy's hair was short, dark brown, and came down just past her ears. Lily's was voluminous and wavy, reaching down to her mid back." How long have you gone without paying him? Two years? How much head do you think that is?" Cass joked as she licked the paper and sealed it shut, then handing it to her sister. She was referring to the fact that Lily's dealer had been convinced to accept blowjobs for drugs rather than cash. And to this day he was blissfully unaware that she was a Fulani. Since she always told him she couldn't risk getting pregnant, he'd never even seen her pants come off, much less find out about the eleven-inch surprise beneath them. Lily took the joint and sparked it, inhaling deeply and holding the smoke in her lungs. After a few seconds she exhaled with a heavy sigh."Oh, man that is potent....tastes funny though. What is this called?" She asked as she handed it back to Cassidy. Cassidy winked at her and took a drag as well." Nothing special. But it's laced with something new." Lily quirked an eyebrow." Oh? Anything I've heard of?" Lily didn't like doing things unless she at least knew what it was called, but since she'd already taken a hit, it didn't much matter at this point." Not likely. Just found out about it myself. Some kind of alternative to X, cooked up by some nerds in a lab for maximum potency. But I hear it's like nothing else if you do it before fucking. Mind-blowing if you believe the rumors." They handed it back and forth a few times before taking a break to start their old martial arts flick marathon. It didn't take long at all for the effects to kick in. And after a few minutes they were laughing at every horribly dubbed line. A little later they started feeling a warm tingle that was definitely new, but pleasant so they didn't think about it. Ren, unlike her sisters, wasn't much of the drug type. Actually she wasn't much of any type. People liked to judge her for the way she looked, talked and acted, but truth be told she really didn't fall into any one type of category of people. For instance, she talked about sex with a great amount of experience but was truthfully still a virgin. She made good grades but never studied, she looked rather punk but was probably more concerned with rules than your typical computer nerd was. And last but not least she lived with her sisters but had never tried a drug in her life. It my have sounded typical, but life was hard for her in a world of judgmental assholes. The only person that was ever really there for her was her girlfriend Rena, and they had never even had sex. Hell, she wasn't even attracted to girls. Rena had just always been there for her, it seemed right. Ren had actually been home for about thirty minutes but opted not to go in, sure that her sisters were probably up to one thing or another that she didn't want to be involved in. She just sat outside the apartment in a chair, looking over the apartment complex and contemplating the issues going in her life. Her girlfriend being away, the test she had failed. Eventually she pulled herself up however, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder as she opened the door. No surprise, she came home to her sisters laughing madly." I'm home!" She yelled out to them both, dropping her bag by the door with no intentions to study and moving to go straight to her room. She went to a private school on account of her good grades, so her number one priority after getting home was getting out of her ridiculous uniform. Furthermore, she halfway shut the door behind her as she began to slip the skirt off of her hips to change. Sociable little thing, wasn't she. Cassidy and Lily were so enthralled by their movies that they hadn't even noticed Ren had come home. It wasn't until she opened the door and yelled that they were torn away. Cassidy paused the movie, wiping tears from her eyes with a sigh. Normally she made a point to greet her sister, but missed the opportunity as she went straight to her room." Damn. We should have cleaned all this up before she got back..." Lily said with a groan as she stretched out. Cassidy sighed again and nodded. She usually tried to keep all this out of the open, since Ren didn't care to partake, she didn't like alienating the girl." Why don't you clear this up? I'm gonna check on her real quick Kay?" She said as she stood up, which gave her a head rush and boosted her high. "Whoa! Shit that is....just special!" Cassidy stretched out, loving the comfortable zen she had going on. But was interrupted by Lily's giggle." Feeling a bit energetic are we?" She asked with a big smile and pointed downwards. Cassidy looked down to see her shirt poking out over her crotch." Shit! When did that happen?" She had a rock hard erection for some reason, and she didn't even feel it happen. But now that she'd taken notice of it, it throbbed like crazy, and her whole body felt hot. With a groan she adjusted herself to make it less noticeable. Then laughed and pointed at Lily's, which was behaving the same. "Ha! Look who's talking hot stuff! Damn....must have something to do with the new stuff we tried...""Oh, wow..." Lily exclaimed with surprise. "Damn... I didn't even notice...crap now I'm hot!" It appeared Lily was feeling exactly the same. It felt good though, so Cassidy didn't worry about it. With a laugh she turned and headed to Ren's room, careful not to let her dick slip out of her panties. Once she got to her room and found the door open she peaked through to make sure she wasn't asleep already or something, and saw Ren getting undressed. At that moment something very bizarre happened....she got harder. So hard that it started to hurt. The sight of Ren's tight ass filled her head with so many plainly wrong thoughts that she spun away from the door and headed straight for the kitchen, holding her painfully swollen cock the whole way. Once there she splashed cold water on her face to no avail. Normally that helped kill the buzz somewhat when she was high, but this was different."LILY! GET IN HERE!" She hissed loudly, trying not to draw Ren's attention. Lily came around the corner, also holding herself. The look on her face said she was feeling very similar." Cassidy! What the fuck!?" Cassidy slapped her hand over Lily's mouth. She didn't want Ren to come out with them like this, not with how easily those thoughts hit her. She took it off and Lily quieted down. "Cass. What the hell? I just went to check on Ren...." Cassidy held up her hands."Yeah, I know....me too." She groaned and started rubbing her temples. This was bad. As sisters, they had a bad habit of being fairly casual around each other. But this....nothing like this had ever crossed their minds. Ren hadn't noticed one of her sisters coming to check on her, but she did hear Ca's yell for Lily rather loudly, and it caused her to pass a somewhat annoyed glance at her partially open door. Those two were so loud. Maybe it was a little sister thing, but she was certainly annoyed by her much more free spirited older sisters. Regardless, she quickly changed out of her uniform and into something a little more casual, a pair of short boy shorts and a tank top to keep her cool. She flicked the fan in her room on before moving out of the room and into the kitchen to find something to eat. It would absolutely kill them to have something ready for her when she got home, wouldn't it? Ren's hand ran through her hair a bit sloppily as she slipped in, pausing to find her two sisters seeming alerted for some reason. And she noticed why rather quickly. An unimpressed noise rose from her throat when she saw how obviously turned on her two older sisters were-- had they been playing with each other or something? Gross." Nice." There was an annoyed tone in her voice that was hard to mistake. "Can you guys take that somewhere else? I'm going to be eating, so..." She trotted past her sisters, opening the fridge door and poking her head in to look around for something edible... She always knew her sisters were weird, but wow. Both Lily and Cass froze as Ren entered the kitchen. She'd been made aware of their physical condition, but if she knew what was going on in their minds, she might have started running. Both shifted their eyes from her, trying their best to avoid any form of eye contact. They looked at each other however, with strained expressions. The new drug they tried was playing havoc with their sex drives, magnifying them ten times over. If that were all however, they could have dealt quite easily. But it seemed the drug was having other effects. They couldn't know the specifics, but it was a nasty little chemical that had been showing up recently, which had numerous adverse effects on the brain. First it acted like X, kicking up the senses, most notably the sense of touch. Then later, once the body settled into a state of bliss, it turned up the body heat and libido slowly, creeping up on the individual. Before they knew it, they were hornier than a dog in heat, and blissfully unable to resist any physical or mental stimulation. Of course, it got worse. Pretty soon the brain enters a state remarkably similar to drunkenness, albeit with even less inhibitions. At this point the combination of next to zero inhibitors, massively amplified libido, and seriously enhanced senses.....the user becomes a sexual monster, unable to resist even the thought of intercourse. Basically, it was designed to be the ultimate Date-Rape drug." Umm....s.sorry Hun. Just ah....having some...difficulties..." Lily stammered out, trying her best to avoid looking at Ren, and trying harder to remove the images of her bobbing up and down on her shaft from her mind." Yeah...so...h.how was school?" Cass added, doing all she could to act natural. Which was extremely difficult with a crystal clear image of her little sister's delicate hands stroking her cock and massaging her aching balls. She groaned and bit her lip. Why couldn't she get this out of her head? It was torture. Not only was she envisioning this shit, but she was enjoying it! Furthermore, she was actually thinking about following through! And every time she tried to shut it down, something even sleazier popped up. It was time for something drastic. She grabbed Lily by the arm and dragged her from the kitchen. "Gotta shower...you.can join if you haven't yet..." What the hell? She'd meant to drag Lily in with her, have a nice cold shower to shock them into their right minds, not invite Ren in with them. They used to shower together all the time, but not for a bit, not since Ren started growing up. Regardless, having her naked next to them was about the worst idea imaginable at this point. Regardless, they both hit the bathroom and stripped quickly before stepping into the severely cold water with equal gasps of shock. Unfortunately, the cold didn't seem to work. Their bodies were so heated at this point, so aroused that the falling water did nothing but stimulate them even more. Ren was literally too shocked for words. What kind of crazy shit had her sisters taken? They were acting like coke heads or meth addicts, they were just missing all the scratching and shaking to really pull the look off. She started at her sisters a bit dumbfounded as they pulled each other off to the shower like they were on fire. She listened quietly, a look of further confusion crossing her face when she heard their sudden gasps of shock. Ren finally shook her head to herself and looked back into the fridge, running one hand through her hair to shake it out a bit. "Well okay." She concluded to herself. "Live and let live I suppose." Ren pulled out some leftover pizza from the fridge and move to set it on the counter, getting it all set up in the microwave before passing a curious glance down the hallway her sisters had taken off down only moments ago. She couldn't really hear anything over the sound of the microwave whirring, but she watched carefully. She wished she could get in their head sometimes, honestly. Actually no, scratch that. She never, never, never wanted to be in their heads. She didn't need to be corrupted at such a young age. Even after a couple short minutes of showering under cold water they hadn't calmed down, in fact just looking at each other's naked bodies made things worse. They weren't interested in other fut as, nor anyone else with a cock. However, the extent of their arousal bypassed all logical notions of preference. With agonizing groans they stopped the water and stepped out, freezing on the outside, and burning up on the inside, they moved slowly, using all their will just to keep focused. But they didn't even dry themselves off as they pulled on their clothes again, soaking them completely. Cassidy's shirt was stretched quite far, leaving an exposed shoulder, all the while still doing nothing to hide the erection that her sopping underwear clothed. Lily had even less going for her, as she was too out of it to straighten her soaked boxers. And her hardened nipples showed right through her tank top." Lily..." Cassidy groaned, placing her hand on the wall for support. "We need to get to bed....right now. I'm not sure...what I'll..." Lily just took hold of her arm and pulled her along." Yeah... I know...fuck this...never smoking that...shit again." They both staggered down the hall, intending to try and slip back through the kitchen without incident. However, as they turned the corner to find Ren standing in front of the microwave, their wills shattered. She looked so sexy in her shorts, those milky thighs bare for them to enjoy. Something snapped inside them, and they couldn't resist, they didn't want to. And even as they knew it was so wrong, even through any protests she might give, they closed in. Cassidy just went right in for the kill, placing a hand on her breast through her shirt, and connecting their lips in a firm and lust-filled kiss. Meanwhile, Lily slipped behind her, pulling Ren's ass up against her stiff cock, groaning at how amazing it felt to have those soft cushions on either side of her shaft. Even if it was through her sopping boxers, it felt amazing. Ren heard her sisters leave the bathroom and couldn't help but to roll her eyes. That was pretty fast, they must have been chain jerking in there or something. She had never known her sisters to be interested in anything with a dick, but she'd never known them to act quite so odd, either. There was a first time for everything, needless to say. She pulled her pizza out of the microwave and quickly discarded the plate on the counter, hissing that it was hot, she shook her hand to try and ease the heat from her hand. She glanced up just in time to see her sisters come through. Completely soaking wet, from their heads to their toes. Her face twisted in frustration, they were getting water all over the floor! She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out a pair of lips pressed to hers and a hand groped at one of her breasts. Alarms went off all through her body, particularly when she felt a hard dick press against her rear end. Fight or flight-- she chose both, fight and then flight." Hey! Get off me!" She snapped, giving Cassie a quick shove off of her and moving to try and move past them. "I don't know what the fuck you two took but NO MORE!" "Sis... I'm so....sorry." Cassidy groaned after Ren pushed her. But she couldn't control herself. Her dick was so hard it hurt, and every thought in her head had to do with it being shoved inside her sister. She didn't even have the will to fight it anymore. As Ren tried to move away Lily pulled her back by the hand, she was more athletic than her sister, so she had an advantage. With a passionate moan she squeezed her tight and kissed her like an animal in heat." Gods... I...can't...don't even want to control myself anymore! Ren! We need you so badly! I'm so sorry!" Lily stammered between kissing her sister, her soggy clothing soaking Runs instantly. Cass moved in as well, sliding her hands up her sisters milky legs to grip her ass firmly, digging her fingers into those gorgeous mounds with a sigh. Then she slid up farther, moving her hands around her waist and up to grip her breasts again firmly, kneading them like dough, while squeezing up against her backside. Her cock was longer than Lily's, twelve inches, but Lily's was a half an inch thicker. She wondered how Ren must feel, with such massive poles pressed on either side." When did you get so hot sis?" Even her words were betraying her. It was like they'd been turned into different people. Monstrous people who thought this kind of thing was perfectly fine. They assaulted her from either side, absent-mindedly grinding her through their panties and boxers. Lily tried to move Runs hand down to her cock, not even feeling aghast at her actions anymore. If they could manage it, they tried to drag her down to the now soaking wet kitchen floor. Ren stared dumbfounded at her two sisters. What was going on? They weren't acting like themselves, kissing her, groping her? This wasn't them. They had pardons that could choke a horse, and they looked at her like. Like they weren't even looking at her. They looked at her like they were off in their own world, where there were no laws, morals or taboos. "It has to be the drugs you guys were taking!" Ren came to that conclusion rather quickly, taking a cautious step back and away from them. If it was really the drugs there was no telling what they were capable of, they could do a lot worse than just force themselves on her, but even that was pretty bad. Ren gasped when she was immediately grabbed at again, Lily's clothes dampening her own completely and causing her now braless chest to display lightly perked nipples beneath her shirt. "Guys! Ca's! -- Stop this! Lily!" Ren tried to make another fool attempt to pull away from her sister, but the two older siblings could easily overpower her individually, together it was a piece of cake. Before she knew it she had been dragged to the ground of the now soaked kitchen floor. Ren pushed her hands to said floor, trying to crawl away from her sisters but only managing to slip in the water and collide with the hard floor. She gasped loudly, and everything seemed hopeless in that very moment." Oh God, Ca's THINK about what you're doing!" The only thing left now was to try and talk them down. The only way she could get out of this was with force, and the fact of the matter was that even if Ren could overpower them she'd never hurt her sisters. No matter what unspeakable things they had in mind for her. "I am thinking Sis...but I can't stop. I'm burning up!" They were a sopping mess on the floor. And even as she spoke Cassidy helped Lily flip Ren over onto her back, regardless of how she struggled and what she said. They were so far gone that they weren't in control anymore, the lust was dominant. Lily cooed as she fumbled with her sisters shorts, trying to slide them off before she eventually got frustrated and started ripping them down the sides. She was positioned between her sisters thighs, and once Runs shorts were a tattered mess, hanging from one thigh she slid her own panties aside. Her cock sprung out, jumping visibly as it throbbed. Her balls ached with the tension, and were ready for as many releases as she could manage. Meanwhile, Cassidy positioned herself beside Ren, with one thigh right behind her head. It took her a bit, but she managed to get hold of both Ren's hands and restrain them, holding them down and out of the way with her right hand." Don't worry sis. I'll be gentle...we promise it will feel good!" Her voice was shaky, but resolute. She moaned slightly as she pulled her own dick out of her boxers. Once freed it rested directly across Ren's face. "Please Ren... I need this so badly right now...." She started rubbing her shaft over her sisters lips and cheeks. As if it somehow knew that sex was imminent, her cock started seeping pre-cum in copious amounts, releasing wads of sticky cream onto the younger girls skin. While this was happening Lily had been stroking her shaft with one hand, and massaging Ren's labia with the other. Some part of her felt if she couldn't stop it, she had to at least make it good for her sister. She slipped her middle finger in between Ren's soft folds, caressing her sensitive flesh slowly but firmly. Occasionally she'd rub her thumb over her clit, but eventually she couldn't stand to wait any longer, and needed to feel the heat around her shaft." I'm sorry sis...but I'm coming in..." She lined up her swollen cock head with Runs soft mound and rubbed it against her a few times, lubricating the tip before she started squeezing inside. "Oh yes! You are so tight!" She groaned out loud as she slipped deeper and deeper inside her sister, but pretty soon she hit a wall. "Oh gods.... I'm so sorry Ren.... I didn't know..." It didn't matter, she was saying it out of genuine concern, but it was too late. "... I'll be gentle." She started pressing firmly against her sisters' hymen, ignoring all protests that she may be making, and eventually she broke through pressing all the way back until her cock hit Ren's cervix. At that point she let out a heavy sigh of relief, needing to stay still for a moment to enjoy the hot, wet feel of her sisters pussy hugging her phallus. There was nothing that could stop this... nothing. Both of her sisters seemed uninterested in hearing her attempts at talking them down out of their high. She could almost literally see the words going in one ear and out the other. It hurt a little on the inside, but she had a feeling that what would happen this night would hurt a lot, lot worse. Ren cringed in disgust as Cassidy's hard, large throbbing member was released right on her face. There was her big sister, pleading her to please her as if she had some kind of choice in the matter Her hands were restrained, and she could feel Lily ripping her shorts off of her body, exposing her tender body to Lily's currently monstrous desires. Tears began to well in Ren's eyes at her sisters' advances, and she promptly shook her head 'no' as Cassidy begged for her help in relieving whatever urgency it was that she was feeling. The pre-come dripping out of her sister's head and onto her face made her stomach churn, but nothing like the feeling she got when Lily announced that she was going to invade her body." Lily, no!" Ren had begun to break moments ago, but as the prospect of true rape was introduced it fired up Ren's attempts of escape. She began wiggling on the wet floor, trying to shut her legs and protect herself from her sister's attempts. She'd never had sex before, never even considered it! Furthermore, she had never imagined doing anything like this with either of her sisters, much less losing her virginity to them! But Ren's alertness fell on deaf ears, and Lily did it. She pushed in, all the way to Ren's hymen, and then past it. Ren's eyes grew wide in shock of pain, her mouth gaping open as her head dropped back and a cry of pain was released. Losing her virginity was hard enough, but losing it to someone as large as Lily made it hurt even worse. Cassidy's cock over her face suddenly meant very little, as the pain between her legs was all that she could focus on. Tears began to shed as Lily nestled herself as deep as she could and fell still. It seemed, oddly, like the calm before the storm." Oh God, Lily." she whined to her sister softly, wishing for nothing more than to hide in her room... "Fuck....." Cassidy moaned. She watched with pleasure as Lily penetrated their sister, taking her virginity away in one slow stroke. It turned her on in a way she never knew could, seeing the young woman taken against her will, deprived of her innocence, it sparked something primal inside her. Whether it was the drugs affect, or maybe the drug amplifying something that was already there was uncertain. Regardless, she enjoyed it enough to take advantage of Ren's open mouth as she spoke. With a swift move she slipped her cock past Ren's lips and into her mouth. "Oh shit! That feels so damned good!" Her sisters mouth was like living silk, hot and wet around her throbbing cock head. With a soft moan she started pumping in and out gently, losing herself in her sisters lips." Me too sis. She's like heaven around my cock..." Lily said with a big sigh. But she couldn't wait any longer, even though part of her could die like that, with her shaft buried deep in her sisters' womanhood, she needed release, and soon. "I'm going to move now Ren. Don't worry, it will feel good after a while!" She took Ren's left leg in hand by the thigh and lifted it up, while her other hand went to massage her sisters breast beneath her shirt. They were all still clothed for the most part, too aroused and too intoxicated to waste time stripping down. And thanks to that they were all sitting in a pool of water from their dripping bodies. Once she was ready Lily pulled her length from her sisters body, until only the head was inside, then slowly pushed back in. She continued to go gently for a while, sliding in and out with a steady rhythm. It was breathtaking, how tight and hot she was, like she was trying to milk the fluids from Lily's balls. Since she was in fact still seeping precut at an alarming rate, Ren's pussy was swiftly lubricated, making her motions much easier." Hmmm..." Cassidy sighed as she pressed a little deeper, the tip of her dick hitting the back of her sisters' throat. "... I can't wait to try that out too." She picked up the pace, growing more and more anxious to climax." Don't worry sis. I feel like I could go a dozen times...we can try everything!" In an almost comical change of pace, the two sisters smiled and gave each other a high five. They were acting like themselves again, only they still didn't see anything wrong with what they were doing. || They are so hat x3 Baha ||They seemed to be enjoying it an awful lot, but Ren on the other hand wasn't. Tears still welled in her eyes as she watched Cassidy closely, looking and hoping for any sign that the sister she knew and loved was still in there slowly. She seemed to be watching Lily a lot, but any time she looked at Ren herself there was nothing there, nothing there but a lust for her. She hated it. She hated that look. And as Cassidy slid herself into Ren's mouth she hated it even more. Ren had been a virgin up until this night in all ways, she'd never given a blowjob, a hand job or any other such job. Her sisters were single-handedly taking everything from her. Everything. She gagged slightly on the size of her big sister and shifted again, though it was becoming a very bleak situation (not that it hadn't been before). Lily's announcement that she was going to start moving made it even worse. Her small womanhood was already throbbing, as if losing the virginity alone wasn't bad enough, losing it to someone of Lily's size made it much more difficult. As her sister began to slide out only to push back in, she writhed. A sharp cry tried to garble out of her mouth but was disoriented and muffled by her other sister being wedged all the way to her throat-- she was feeling light-headed at that. Lily's announcement that they could try everything, and Cassidy would get a turn in her as well, made her cry and writhe even more, hopeful for a chance of escape. No. She didn't want this. (thanks. I thought it would be fun if they had sort of a "Bro" persona to them XD)"Oh man it feels great when you squirm like that!" Ren was already squeezing Lily's cock so tightly, when she moved it was like she could feel every internal muscle shift around her. It only turned her on more, causing her to speed up. She was breathing heavily now, sweat slowly replacing the water dripping to the floor as she pumped away at her sister. Her shaft was well lubricated now with her own precut, and though it was still extremely tight, she was sliding in and out quite freely. Eventually she got to the point where she was prodding firmly at Ren's cervix with each thrust, and she'd drag herself all the way out to the tip with each pullout. Her whole length couldn't fit inside the girl, but she tried, pressing a little harder with each passing minute." Fuck me! I can't get enough of this!" Cassidy exclaimed like a child who'd found a new toy or candy. She shifted her body, straddling Ren's head and arching her back so she could thrust down into her sisters mouth. She then laid down flat across her body in the sixty-nine position so she could watch the action up close as she face-fucked the younger girl. "Oh shit Lily... I forgot how much thicker you are..." She smiled. "Don't worry Ren. You'll be feeling good in no time!" She leaned in and gave her sisters clitoris a kiss, before flicking at both it, and Lily's cock with her skilled tongue."Oh, shit! I wasn't expecting that Ca's!" Lily exclaimed, then picked up the pace once again, starting to feel herself approaching climax. She lifted both Ren's legs up, hooking her arms under her knees and went into high gear, slamming the head of her cock against the back wall of this virgin pussy like she was fucking a prostitute. Meanwhile, Cassidy continued her oral assault on both her sisters genitals, all the while pumping her own cock in and out of the younger ones throat. She wasn't as thick as Lily, so it was easier to squeeze down that tight passage. Of course, she was so hard that she couldn't go very far in this position. She'd have to try one later that would give her better penetration. Ren's mouth opened and shut around Cassidy's large girth as it slammed in and out of her mouth, trying to talk to the two older girls but not managing to do much more than choke herself up on the large member. Lily's slamming sped up more and more with each passing minute and with each hard slam, Ren felt her body growing more and more raw from the friction. This was not how Ren had imagined losing her virginity, this was not how she imagined her first time being, and she had certainly never imagined doing anything remotely sexual with either of her two sisters. They were all a lot different, but they were still blooded. This was illegal, sick. And just flat out wrong."!!!" Ren again tried to cry out as Cassidy adjusted into the sixty-nine position so she could watch Lily's rough fucking. A deep scarlet color took over her face; she felt so exposed and helpless in this situation. She didn't like Lily's thrusting, let alone Cassidy being face-first in the middle of the action, watching Ren's innocence being taken from her one rough fuck at a time. Her arms reached up to try and push on Cassidy's body, trying to push her away. But when Cassidy's tongue poked out to flick over her clit she found a sharp gasp of shock slipping from her lips instead. Although she was inaudible, a word that sounded an awful like Lily's name slipped from around Cassidy's cock as Lily adjusted Ren for easier penetration and quickened her pace by what seemed like double. Ren's heart stormed, and she panted as best as she could around Casey's length. Her nails dug into Casey's sides equally, and she curled her toes, cringing on instinct. She could tell Lily was about to burst. From her position Cassidy could tell Lily was about to climax, she wasn't too far behind either. The way Lily's thrusts became more and more energetic, her hips pausing slightly with each pullout, the labored way she was breathing, it all pointed to an impending orgasm. And given their hyper-aroused state, it was certain to be impressive. She continued to play with Ren's clit as Lily pounded away, all the while thrusting deeper and deeper into her throat. That tight warmth was coaxing every ounce of resistance she had, and pretty soon she couldn't take it anymore. As Ren's nails dug into her sides she cried out in a lung-emptying moan."OH NUBUCK!" She moaned as semen poured out of her cock in heavy bursts. She shot rope after rope down Ren's throat, and into her mouth. Furthermore, she didn't stop thrusting as she came, her whole body shaking as the thick white cream overflowed faster than her sister could swallow, if she even tried of course. Her jazz exploded past Ren's lips, seeping down her cheeks and jaw in thick sheets until it pooled around her neck on the floor." Yes...yes....sis I'm going to come inside you! Laugh!" Lily groaned out and exploded, pumping equally copious quantities of jelly-thick semen inside her sisters once-virgin cunt. Like Cas, she didn't stop thrusting, unable to quit even as she released the biggest load of her life inside. Her thrusting turned sloppy as cum splattered out of Ren's pussy with every thrust, speckling Lily's own belly and thighs with white globs, while thoroughly caking the younger girls ass with white seed. Lily and Ca's came for what seemed like forever, filling their sister until finally their orgasm's subsided, and they both fell silent save for heavy sighs. Ca's rolled to the side with a squeal of pleasure and a sigh, while Lily slumped forward, her cock still throbbing hard inside Ren. She rested her head against Ren's chest, breathing deeply with a satisfied smile on her face." That....was awesome..." Ca's groaned pleasantly, and the older pair weakly fist-bumped, an action starkly in contrast to what they'd just done to their sister. || Magoo. -fist bumps!- ||"IN!!" Ren tried fending her sisters off with words that just wouldn't come out. Ca's' tongue lapping at her clit was too much to bare. It sent wave after wave of unfamiliar nerve-responses through her whole body. It had her writhing wildly underneath the two girls, trying to fight their large cocks from her body while trying to keep herself together at the same time. Ren was so much a virgin that she didn't realize that it might have felt good if she relaxed a little. Quite the opposite, it almost seemed to hurt her with those wildly mind-shattering wave of nerves. Ren wiggled wildly to try and escape all the sensations running through her, it was just too much. Lily was so deep inside of her body that she was pushing on her cervix and Cassidy playing with her clit was absolute torture. All the while she still struggled to breathe around Cassidy's large and non-relenting cock. She was feeling incredibly claustrophobic right about then. She couldn't move, she couldn't talk, she could hardly do anything but take what her two older sisters had forced on her. When Cass came it was like torture. Her throat was quickly filled up with the girl's excessive semen, and before she knew it, it was spilling out of her mouth and onto her neck and chest. She began to cough wildly as the sticky fluid clung to her throat and made it difficult to both speak and even breathe. That was all it took for Ren to begin thrashing more wildly this time, trying to push her older sister out of her throat. The thrashing, and perhaps Cassidy coming, only seemed to spur Lily on as well. The feeling of Lily filling her up was bittersweet. It symbolized that all of this was over with (she hoped). But also, it left a lot of questions in Ren's mind. The most obvious being of course, could she get pregnant from this? And if she did, how would she explain it to people? How would she explain it to any future children that arose from this? Tears filled Ren's eyes, and she gave Cassidy another small shove as her two sisters fist-bumped proudly. Maybe now they would let her go-- but she wasn't so foolish that she didn't realize that both of them were still hard." Guys!" She coughed up more of Cassidy's semen after trying to speak. "L-- Let me go!" "Oh sis...that was incredible. How could we let you go after that?" Lily exclaimed with a sigh and a smile. She slowly pulled out of her sister and stood up slowly. Ca's groaned and did as well, they were both still rock hard, and now their cocks were dripping with semen. They looked down at Ren with devious smiles." Come on Kenny! You can't say that wasn't good for you too." Ca's said. She then bent over, her hands on her hips with a wink. "And if it wasn't, we're going to make it good!" With that the two hauled Ren up to her feet, and looked around a bit, trying to decide where to go next. "Why don't we take this to the shower? That way we can get all cleaned up and have fun at the same time!" Ca's and Lily then practically dragged their sister to the bathroom. They had a nice walk-in shower that could hold multiple people. But it was still a tight fit for the three girls. Of course this didn't bother the older sisters, they planned on getting close anyway. This time at least, they actually stripped down, and quickly snagged Ren's clothes as well, keeping a good hold on her in case she resisted. Their manner was almost evil, remaining positive and cheerful, while the whole time ensuring Ren had no escape." Not to hot babe! We want to make the steam ourselves!" Lily said as Ca's got the water going. Then with a shove they pushed Ren inside and followed. She couldn't get away. She was trapped in the small shower with her well-hung, drugged sisters. Just closing the door scrunched them together, and after some slippery maneuvering, they sandwiched her. In their current position, Lily's cock was pressed firmly between her ass cheeks, while Ca's's was squeezed up against her belly. It would take some shifting, but they tried to get her knees-up in the air, and prepare for a double penetration. As much as Lily wanted to try Ren's mouth as well, she didn't want to just trade places. Variety was the spice of life after all. She waited as Ca's cocked her hips back and lined up her cock with Ren's cunt and pressed up into it with a groan."Oh, damn! It's so warm and slick inside!" Thanks to Lily's substantial orgasm, Ren's insides were still plastered with semen. Which made her entry quite easy. It was so warm and wet, Ca's had to take a moment of pause just like Lily. Her sister had the honor of deflowering the younger girl, but she had the exquisite pleasure of sloppy seconds. As she reveled in the lovely feel of Ren's vaginal walls hugging her shaft, Lily started prodding her other hole, not yet penetrating. She wanted to let Ren adjust to Ca's first. Ren grimaced painfully as Lily pulled out of her body, feeling a rather sickening gush of semen rush out of her like, figuratively and literally, a hole being uncorked. She felt a deep wave of dread take hold of her as they so casually laughed about how they couldn't possibly let her go now, but was helpless to do anything about it. What was with her two sisters? They weren't acting like themselves at all, how could they do this to her? Both of them had unleashed their load inside of her once-virgin body, wasn't that good enough for them? Apparently not, and Lily's words chimed in her head about them doing everything. She understood now just how much they meant it. The taste of semen in her mouth was so thick she could even smell it. Even as her sisters lifted her from her back as if she were a prisoner, Ren still found semen dribbling from the corner of her mouth and downwards. She coughed on it still, trying to clear her airway to no to little avail. The rest of her clothing, as well as her sisters' clothes, was removed much to her dismay and she was pushed rather decisively into the shower. Effectively, she was trapped. Ren's hair and body soaked instantly. In a way it was a welcome treat, to have the semen and the dirty feeling of being raped washed off of her. But in another way it was sheer terror, knowing she was now trapped. Knowing there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She watched the door forlornly before she was raised up by her sisters like some kind of Kenny fuck-doll. Yes, that's exactly what she was. A fuck doll. It seemed now Cassidy was going to get a turn inside of her." Cas." She murmured the name pitifully, her eyes pleading. But it seemed for the moment Ren had run out of pleas and words, she had run out of spirit. Before she could even utter the rest of her sister's name her sister pushed deep into her already filled-up pussy, and she had to shut her eyes to try and block out the feeling. Her sex was on fire-- the idea of being fucked again by one of her oddly well-endowed sisters was utterly terrifying. But there wasn't much she could do other than wrap her arms around the older girl and lay her head against her neck, trying to take some comfort in the closeness from what she considered once to be her protector. As Lily began to prod at her tiny rear-end Ren tensed even more. But like with Ca's, she no longer begged. "Just be gentle Lily." She persuaded quietly, tears filling her eyes. "Both of you. Please don't hurt me. I'm small." Small compared to their giant cocks that is. Ren buried her face back into Cassidy's neck and sniffled softly. Posing one soft question to the two of them combined; "You both do still love me. Right?" "Oh Ren..." Cass whispered softly after the question and kissed her forehead. "Of course we still love you. Nothing would ever change that!"" We could never stop loving our little sister." Lily added in, hugging Ren close from behind, her cock still pressing against her other hole. "If anything we love you more, now we're closer than ever before." With that Lily gripped onto Ren's thighs and started pressing up, squeezing her phallus slowly into her little sister's anus. "Don't worry babe. We would never hurt you." The words had to be bittersweet. Lily and Cassidy did love Ren, and their words seemed to carry legitimate softness and concern. However, their actions betrayed them. That didn't stop them from being gentle though, and Lily did her best to make her rear entrance comfortable." Lily.... I can feel your cock inside of her..." The two had honestly never paired up on a girl before. The thought had never even come up. However, they were both loving the new sensations and experience. Cass and Lily were both very well hung, and could feel each other squeezed inside Ren. After a few moments of letting Ren adjust, Lily finally stuffed her entire length inside her ass. "Christ. This is just amazing. I love you so much little sis...we have to do this more often!" With that Cass started slowly thrusting up into Ren's body, the semen inside her made for excellent lubrication, making her job very easy, and pleasurable. As she found a good rhythm Lily started thrusting as well. Her job was a little harder, as she was thicker, and Ren's virgin ass was exceedingly tight. She hoped maybe the hot water would help her sister relax, otherwise she might lose circulation. Regardless she gently found her own slow-and-steady rhythm. Eventually the two worked into a perfect tandem where one would thrust in while the other was pulling out." Ren...you are squeezing me so tight...relax a little. I promise to make this good for you too." Lily exclaimed with a groan. They'd found a good rhythm, but it was still so tight in her sisters rear. || Hey. I think Ca's is getting the short end of the stick here XD ||Ren cast her gaze downwards when her sisters, both of them, assured her they still loved her and if anything they loved her even more now. It was indeed a bittersweet thing to hear from the big sisters she had grown up with, the big sisters she had grown to love, she hated to admit, unconditionally. She wasn't sure she could ever hate her sisters for this, but she wasn't sure she could really forgive them for it either. This was a big price to pay after all, her virginity and the sanctity of their 'family-hood'. Ren was silent to their words, but she let them sink in good and well. She was glad to at least know her sisters were somewhat in their right mind, at least enough to recognize their feelings for their little sisters, granted they were misguided. Ren gasped loudly when Lily forced herself the rest of the way into Ren's virgin asshole. She gripped onto Cassidy's shoulders upon instinct to grip onto something sturdy and leaned forward, burying herself into Cassidy's neck as if seeking comfort from her older sister. It, in a way, helped to shield herself from the pain in her rear end. She had been somewhat desensitized to the pain in her dripping wet pussy so she was willing to overlook it, for now the cock in her rear-end was the focus of Ren's concerns. As her two older sisters began to find a good rhythm, Ren continued to bury her head within the comfort of Cassidy's neck. The warm water cascading down on them all was both a welcome thing and a source of frustration. It platted her hair to her face and caused her to close her eyes, but it was soothing somewhat at the same time." I am trying to relax, Lily." She spoke rather curtly to the sister filling her rear end, and she was trying, honestly. As long as she had her sisters' love, she would try to get this over with as smoothly as possible so they could get on with their lives. But relaxing when you were in the middle of a DP situation was not always so easy, particularly with two cocks as large as her sisters', and a body as small as hers. And she wondered, briefly, how long it would take for that drug to wear off." Guys-- gentle." She reminded them quietly when they seemed to be getting a little worked-up. (No way. Cass really enjoys sloppy seconds...) Cass held Ren's head tight when she buried her face in her neck. It was an amazing sensation, she felt like she was both protecting her sister, and opening her up to something so wonderful at the same time. It was like she was crossed between being a sister, and a lover at the same time, and it was indescribable. All she could focus on was the pleasure, the sloppy-wet heat of her sisters insides squeezing down on her cock, the feeling of her other sisters cock moving against her own, it was overwhelming. Lily was in the same boat. She leaned in on Ren's back as she thrust, planting one hand on the wall beside Cass's head. They were pressed tight, their soaking wet bodies undulating against Ren's like a heavenly sandwich." Ren. Squeeze me more...like your trying to milk me dry..." Cass whispered into Ren's ear, like she was any other woman she'd fuck. Not an ounce of shame was in her voice either, she wanted Ren to help make it better. And in return she picked up the pace. She was longer than Lily, so she could fit less of her cock inside her sister. However, it meant she was prodding Ren's cervix hard with each impassioned thrust." Gods. She's so tight around me...if she were any tighter I think my dick would die!" Lily exclaimed. She kept pumping, but it was difficult to do so with her girth and Ren's virgin ass. Still, at the rate they were going, especially so soon after ejaculating, it wouldn't be long before they came again. They kept going through, slowing down and speeding up, changing the pace, and occasionally thrusting and pulling out at the same time. They continued on for almost twenty minutes, having their normal stamina back after getting off that first load. "Damn Sis... I'm going to burst in your ass!" Lily was panting when she said it, almost in a growl, obviously at the limit of her endurance." Me too baby! I'm going to fucking explode!" Cass cursed as her hips started shaking, her balls boiling as they slapped up against Ren's ass with each thrust.

All in the Family --kittenloves and I--|rating:1.0

(The Bard and Tidfe) The Tiger and the Fox

When she came out of the bathroom he had his phone out and was speaking Russian to the one on the other end. If she speaks the language he was telling the room number and what color suit to bring before hanging up and looking to her, not moving from his position.“Worse things than vampires out there.” He said as he looked out the window onto the city. He wasn't trying to scare her, he just didn't know how to sugar coat anything. Well save for a from scratch doughnut those were some of his favorite things when he really was craving something sweet, which was really once in a great while.“I. I just need to be watching always. It's a habit I developed from my old job. People always think it's better to keep the shades drawn if you want to hide. But it isn't, thermal night vision gives them the ability to see you. Shield the floor from it, they use echo location on the walls. Best to leave the window open and look for anything that could be different.” Of course the shades were partially drawn so she could maintain her modesty, if she cared about that sort of thing. He was still learning about her. Not that he would have too much time...after tomorrow she'd be on her way, and he'd be on his.“An assassin usually won't take the shot if they think you are onto them. Too hard to get another bead on you if you dodge the first bullet.” He was talking shop...but really it was all he knew. That and one other thing, but she had shown no interest in that subject and Lamar wasn't one to gush about it. Nope. No idea how to speak Russian other than maybe hello and a color or two. Definitely nothing to hold a conversation with. That was for sure. Though his next words she wished had been in Russian. Christie couldn't repress the shiver as she learned that there were worse things out there than vampires. Sliding under the covers, she brought them up over her head and turned to face him. Her face peeked out from her makeshift tent as she watched him, fright and worry in her eyes. It only grew as he continued to speak. Just what kind of man was she about to spend the night with? Who knew how to freak out an assassin? How to dodge a freaking bullet? She didn't even know of anyone who could dodge a bullet. Her mind struggled for a way to cope with this. With vampires. With things that go bump in the night. With what she had seen in that alleyway. It was gonna break at some point. She knew it in the back of her mind. But she wouldn't break just yet. Didn't want to break with him here. Despite the short time she had known him, she had already guessed that if she started to cry, he would feel at fault. She didn't want that. It wasn't his fault that they took that alley. Not his fault that the vampires attacked them. Not her fault that she was having trouble coming to terms with it all. Laying down, she rolled over and flicked off the light by the bed. All that was left was the light near where Lamar was sitting. Its dim glow threw everything into shadows and as she turned back to face the Russian, she found that shadows suited him well." So like a big game of spot the difference?" Except with your life in the balance. Her voice was soft as she tried to keep what she was feeling out of it. She just needed to dream it all out. That was what she decided. She could dream it all out and that would make it all better. Or so she hoped. The shadows and he were old friends, family that could never be fully parted no matter how hard any external force tried. This is where he was at home, sitting and waiting like the hunter he was. Though it was paranoia that drove him to do this tonight, he had no reason to really think they were being followed.“Sort of...” Though Lamar didn't really play games. His mind worked differently than most, didn't need to be entertained all the time like a normal mind. He could sit for hours not really moving looking at a single point on the skyline waiting for something to change so he could react.“.It's hard to explain. Sometimes you don't see a different as much as feel it.” He canted his head slightly, a loud crack issued forth from his neck.“I am healed enough. If you'd like me to leave I can.” He said softly, and he really was, there was no silver only scratched and those were mostly gone. The wounds were nearly all fully healed, nothing that would last longer than another few more hours. He really felt a weight on her, it was the animal inside of him that did. The tiger that prowled around his every thought. He could feel her emotions...and he could feel that tension in her very core. Too bad he just had no idea how to help other than leave her the hell alone. She was nice, gentle...caring. He would have for her to get hurt because of him. That is one more reason he sat at the window and looked out into the night. She needed to be safe, he needed to be sure she was going to be safe. Knowing there is at least one person like her out in the world gave this hardened killer hope. Hope for a better world was all he had, hope that maybe things will turn out alright. It was very dim in his eyes, but it was there. Christie shook her head. "Nope. I offered for you to spend the night, and I am not going back on my offer now. If you would like to leave, I really could not stop you. I would just prefer you to stay here until you are fully healed." And she meant it too. Despite the worry. Despite the tension in her core. Despite being a little shell shocked, his well-being was still important to her. Healed enough was not as good as being healed fully. What would happen if he took another wrong turn down an alley. Or if his injuries suddenly made him pass out? Or if he got lost somehow cause his head was fuzzy? Or... The chances were endless and not all were even all that possible to begin with. Some of them were just the outcomes of her brain slowly shutting down and entering into sleep. One of the last things before she drifted off to dream was something she probably wouldn't even remember saying out loud. It wasn't much more than a whisper, but she still said it. "Don't go Lamar... Don't go." That was her last words as her breathing evened out, and her body relaxed into the bed. Her dreams would be an interesting place, but like most dreams, she would forget them once she awoke. The only real question left was, would Lamar stay and keep his vigil through the night or leave her in the morning, like her dreams. Those last words...they were almost haunting as she drifted to sleep. Was she actually scared of him leaving? So odd to hear one say that, so many years after hearing it only once before from one situation. It's not a memory he was proud of at all...a mark he got close to. A woman, evil to the core...her hardly beating heart was thought dead. She fell in love with the Russian Ghost, drawn to the hint in his eyes that violence could explode from him at any moment. She feels in love with him and adored him up until the moment he put two rather blessed bullets in her chest. As the life faded from her eyes and the bits of her body were being pulled back to hell the expression of hurt on her face wasn't something he could forget. “Don't Leave me Lamar...” were the last words that tumbled past her lips, and he was haunted by them. That broke his armor, put a little crack in the stone statue that he used to be. So for a few hours he did nothing but sit and look out the window, resting enough so he could operate fully the next day but not falling into Rem sleep. A scent was caught and the sounds of steps approaching the door was heard. Lamar knew they were there before they even moved to knock. A man in a suit was holding a suit, the completion of the call he made earlier. Money changed, and the door was shut, he changed after a quick shower. The night was uneventful...and when she woke up he'd be in the same place. Well save for sometime during the night a little bit before she woke up he slipped out and got food that he was keeping warm in a thermal carryout pizza box like device.“Morning, mushroom and spinach with sausage omelet with some orange juice. Or a plain french omelet with a touch of onion if you don't like spinach.” He was drinking a cup of coffee still looking out onto the city. She slept throughout the night. Not really tossing or turning as her brain sorted all that had happened during the day. The fact that vampires existed. Their deaths. Lamar and them both moving faster than they should have been able too. It was all filed and stored in her brain as she slept. Didn't hear the knocking at the door. Didn't hear the shower as Lamar changed into a suit that wasn't torn. Which was one of the first things she noticed when she finally woke up. Blinking her eyes, she squinted around the room before she felt them widening in surprise as they spotted Lamar. Chryssie didn't know what she expected. Maybe him leaving in the middle of the night. Maybe him asleep. Not him, sitting there with food of all things. Sitting up and yawning, she took a sniff of the air and felt her mouth watered. "Either one sounds amazing. I wasn't expecting..." She trailed off before rubbing the back of her hair, mussing her head even more, making it stick up in the back. "Thank you for the food Lamar. You didn't have to go to the trouble." Standing up, she walked the short distance to sit across from him and reached for the carryout box. "What are you going to do now?" She was awake. There was no need from him to stay now. She could tell that since she couldn't see his wounds anymore. The fact that they healed overnight, was another thing that her brain had to process for later. She just wondered where he would go from here and if he would be safe where he goes. Tucking her legs up under her, she would wait for his response before digging into the omelette she had randomly pulled out. It looked like she took the one with spinach in it so he took the French omelet and ate it with military precision. It was nice to have a meal in a safe place with rather good company.“I know I didn't have to, but the desire for you to have something nice to eat when you woke up was there.” What would he do now that he didn't really have a reason. There was no use going back to the bar, he really wasn't fitting in there. He didn't have a job, or a real place to hang out.“I would like a job.” He said with a nod as if he had made a decision. And really he had just at that point, if he had a job then he could fit into normal society right? At least that was the train of thought he was having right at this moment.“Can you help me with that. People in this world have normal jobs, something they work every day, and it makes them more of a continuity right?” He really didn't know at all. He had no clue what the real world was. Furthermore, he knew the monsters that lurked in the shadows, the beings that held the true power. Furthermore, he knew nothing of nine to five jobs or anything of that nature. There was something lost in his eyes when he asked, like he was just searching for some sort of beacon to walk to. Something to give him direction for a little bit until he figured out what this 'normal living' stuff was. That was still nice and Christie studied him as he ate. She was neat. He was a lot neater though. Almost like he didn't have any to go to waste. At least that was her theory on him. He was a gentleman. He was a killer. This two thing often didn't overlap in her experience. Though his next statement surprised her. He wanted a job? Didn't he already have one? Or... Maybe that used to be his job, but he didn't want it anymore. There was so much to wrap her head around. But finding him a job. That may be easier said than done though. It would all depend on his skill set and if he wanted one in the city or out in the country or what. Looking up into his eyes, she saw in them something like a puppy who was abandoned. Her heart reached out to him, and she decided to try her best at least. "I'm not from the area, so I could not help you find a job here, but I can certainly try." She gave him a bright smile, before going back to finish her omelette. A soft scuttling noise could be heard as she pushed the container back towards the carry-out bag. Standing up, she moved over to grab her laptop and boot it up. "We should probably start a list of what you want to do and you skill set..." She looked up at him for a moment before double-clicking on the document icon. "We probably shouldn't mention that you can kill people... Or not people I guess." “I don't care about this city.” He said as she offered to help him here. He was a nomad at this moment, a city was simply the best place to become a shadow and be forgotten. Smaller towns he might stick out more, and perhaps be more easily hunted.“I just want... I want a life. I don't want to kill, and I don't want to fight. Furthermore, I'm tired of it all, I don't want to have to look over my shoulder, or stay up all night memorizing the shadows. Furthermore, I want to live like everyone else...simple as that.” He knew it was nearly impossible, he didn't even know why the hell he was asking her to help him at all. She was a woman he had known one night. A single night where she watched him murder two supernatural creatures with his bare hands. Yet she still smiles at him, there isn't fear in her eyes when she looks into his. There was a trust there that he felt he hadn't even earned yet.“I can be a bodyguard if you need, or if you know someone. I. I can cook too.” His list of skills outside of murder were short indeed. He had some computer skills of course, every assassin had to. Well...his skills were far from basic, but they didn't factor into his mind. He hated using the things, he was more of a pen and paper kind of guy. Didn't care about this city? Christie suppose she could understand that. City life wasn't much her style either. Brief visits sure. To actually live and work in? Not her scene. Small town life was more her pace. A lot more her pace. She doubted it would be his though. Then again, if he was willing to try, who was she to stop him? Not that she thought she could stop him when it came right down to it. She didn't think a train could stop him if she was really pressed for an answer as to what could. Christie had come to the conclusion in the short time she had known him, that only Lamar could stop Lamar. She didn't know why she had come to that conclusion, just that her gut told her it was right, and usually gut instincts weren't wrong. Usually. Reaching across the table, she laid a hand on his arm and gave him a smile. "If you can cook, I can always see if Dad needs some help around the bakery. Though that would depend on if you can cook a decent cupcake. I hope you can take criticism well." She stood up and stretched before rummaging through her bag for the day's clothes. "He gives it out like candy on Halloween." She only sounded a touch bitter about that as she turned back to him, her arms full of clothes." As for bodyguards... I really can't think of anyone I know of who would need one. You might try a place like Hollywood or New York for that sort of work." She shrugged. She really didn't know an awful lot that didn't have to deal with flowers or baking. Furthermore, she had a simple life. Or she still has a simple life since Lamar mentioned running into vampires again would be rare. She never had to deal with a life of constantly looking back over her shoulder. Not like Lamar. She couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of life that must have been like. “I can bake as well, and anyway your father could help me improve would be welcome.” He looked at her hand on his arm and wasn't sure how to react, touch wasn't something he was really used to unless it was the violent kind. He was an assassin, a warrior and has taken down some of the hardest targets in the world. Fearlessly he has raided vampire nests and taken out ancient demons, and yet he was afraid of regular life. He didn't know how to do this in the least. He could live on his own just fine, out in a remote cabin in a middle of a massive plot of land he could just be isolated for the rest of his days until old age took him. That could have been him, but there was this notion that normal wasn't simply locking yourself away from the world, it was being part of it. It was having a coffee shop where people knew your face and order. It was having neighbors and a white picket fence. He wanted normal. He could pick what ever job he wanted since money wasn't an issue.“Thank you. Very much. Your help is very appreciated.” As for the vampires, again he wouldn't tell her there are worse things in the world than then. Like...well him...or a myriad of other things that very much go bump in the night. He honestly hopes he'll never have too. But one never knows... He didn't want to fully show her the monster he was inside. "It is not so much helping as it is... Well, I do not know exactly how to describe it." She shrugged as she moved towards the bathroom. "I'm going to go take a shower and change for the day." She paused at the door and turned her head back to look at him. "I am packing up to leave after that. If you want to come, you are more than welcome too. Or you can head out to one of the bigger cities I mentioned if you want to do the bodyguard thing." In the back of her mind, she wanted him to come with her. It wasn't that she didn't think he could handle himself or that she was going to get attacked again. That wasn't if she decided as she shut the door and turned on the water. No. It was more like she knew somehow that he would be out of his depth otherwise. Her mind flashed back to the bar. How even there, he had stood out. He had been polite when most of the others hadn't even given her the time of day. The way he had dressed... It wasn't the usual rumple suits or t-shirt and jean combo she would have expected to find there. Especially as she looked back. As her mind remembered what happened before exiting the bar. Yes. She decided that if Lamar suddenly found himself out in the real world, he would stick out like a sore thumb. Granted this was just her opinion and she could be entirely wrong. Christie wasn't the best at judging people. Even she knew that. Somewhat. Stepping into the shower, she let the heat work its magic to relax her. Her eyes slipped shut as she replayed the events of last night and the conversation she had not even five minutes ago. She did her best thinking in the shower and this time was no different. “Alright, I will be back here in twenty minutes. I don't have much.” And with that he stepped outside. Daylight hours were a better time to be lax with the protection, the coven wouldn't be able to travel themselves during the day and if they even had the slightest hint of what he was they wouldn't dare send a ghoul. He moved quickly and got a cab to his hotel room which was far from as nice as the one he was just in. But they took a little extra money to keep his name off the books and that is all he really cared about. Plus, compared to some of the places he has stayed this place was a damned palace. He got two suit bags and three suite cases. This caused him to pause, did she drive or fly here. If she flew his cases would have to be sent by carrier due to their contents. He never traveled without an arsenal, it was a habit he did he best to leave behind, but his former life left him a bit scared. He'd be back in the time he quoted. Slipping back into the room before her shower was over with his bags simply neatly set in the corner of the room and him back in his chair by the window.“How do we travel?” He asked with a can't of his head when she emerged. It was a serious question of course. Did he need to just drive to meet her, was he going to escort her on the plane? He was already planning out different routes that would be the best way to get to where they needed to go, safe places to stop for he didn't think she'd hold up as well as he did in long drives. The shower had helped somewhat. She wasn't even aware that he had left and come back as she changed into a flowing skirt and tank top. Gathering her pj's, she stepped back into the room. Catching sight of the suitcases, her eyes widen in surprise. "I didn't think you had left yet. You really do not have much do you?" She didn't know why, but she thought he had been exaggerating. Christie made a mental note that with him, exaggeration may actually be the truth. Moving into the room, she dropped her clothes into the designated pocket and zipped it all up. Moving about the room, she started to gather the stuff she had strewn about in her night's stay. Hairbrush. Hair ties. Books. Pens. She looked at the tiny coffee bar and decided against making a cup. Coffee was an on and off thing with her, and she didn't feel like dealing with it today. "That is a good question, actually. I usually travel by bus. I... Um... I cannot exactly drive. I have tried and was told I make more of a road hazard in a car than I would if I ran in front of one. Whatever that means." She shrugged and decided not to mention her fear of flying. She liked having two feet on the ground if at all possible. "Failing that, I walk nearly everywhere." It wasn't usually a problem with her. At least on shorter trips than this one had been. Sitting her suitcases by his, she picked up the key card and stuck it in her skirt's hidden pocket. "You ready to leave? I think we can manage to make both check out time and the next bus. Unless there is anything else you need to take care of." She was assuming that he would just travel on the bus with her, or he would have probably informed her already that he would just drive to whatever town she gave him. Then again, he could still do that. Maybe he was just seeing if he had to follow her. Or maybe he wanted to fly. Nope. Christie wasn't going to fly. She would just meet him there a few days later. That would just have to be the case. Her heartbeat had sped up slightly at the mere thought of flying, and she took a deep breath to calm herself and push the thought away." Unless you have a better idea of course." “I have learned to travel light. It was part of the life. Carry less, easier to move later.” He was very matter of fact about his past, and he hadn't lied once really. His entire life before freedom had been nothing but, so that part of his mind was simply switched off and left to rot in the darkness of his mind. Then she started to explain travel options.“I can drive. We'll buy a car and travel from here to there.” The flying was already out of the question for other reasons. He had nothing but time on his hands, so the drive wouldn't be too harsh. Not that he wasn't used to driving for days on end anyway. Where would they get the money? That would be a question he'd leave unanswered, she didn't need to know that about him either. He pulled out a phone and made a quick call, Russian was the language of choice to start off with switching to Spanish for a few moments after a pause.“Okay we'll have a car here within the hour. I hope you're done mind vans, it was all they had.” Not that they had to leave right away, but at least they could really leave when ever they wanted. He was eager to put this city in the past and start his new life as a...baker. No more violence, no more hunting. He would be able to simply find a shadow in this small town and be left alone until old age claims him. A life he thought he had no right to, but at the same time craved more than anything. Christie looked at him and then gave a small shrug of her shoulders. That was a lot better than a bus. That was for sure as she could stop when she wanted. Or when he wanted too as was the case. She wasn't going to quibble over it as it would be nice to not have to worry about the bus schedule and accidentally missing one and waiting hours for the next one. That had happened before. It really wasn't that fun to sit around in a bus depot for that long." Vans are okay so long as they aren't those windowless kinds." She didn't like how they blocked out the view of the rolling countryside. That was half the reason she traveled. Was to see new sights and places. "So I take it that means you are ready to get out of here?" She figured that by the time they moved their bags downstairs and checked out, it would be really close to an hour gone by. And he said it would be here within the hour. So the timing should be right. Waiting around in one place when there were things to do wasn't something she was interested in doing. So the timing should be good there." You driving or me?" Picking up the suitcase she had only just sit down, she reached for his suitcase as well. Might as well carry them both. It wasn't like either one was particularly heavy. "Please make sure the door is shut if you would." The last comment was more out of habit than anything else. Her brother had a lousy habit of not closing doors when he was supposed too. This place smelled like the inside of a shoe. It wasn't particularity ascetically pleasing, the bar top was beat up, almost every window had a crack in it from this or that and the jukebox would skip every other song people paid money to play. Lazar felt at home here instantly. It was places like this he was raised in, where he was trained to do the unthinkable to people he didn't know. Places like this were the best places to hide because not even the police desired to walk the beer soaked carpet or even drive into this part of town. There was one issue though, no top shelf Russian vodka...it was a major issue and a non-issue all at the same time. He liked it here better even without his drink of choice...so some swill vodka made in Utah was going to have to be good enough. There was one more issue...one he didn't really notice. He stuck out like a sore thumb, not because of his size or the ice in his stare but his apparel. He wore a fine Italian suit wherever he went...and he was wearing one now. No one talked to him, one tried to bully him on the first night, but after his head was slammed through a table with one strike from Lamar they left him alone. As he did his best to try and fit in...he failed at it. So for the moment he sat in the back corner, half cloaked in shadow and half bathed in the light from the warm beer neon sigh glowing on the wall. Christie had no idea where she was. Well, she had a general idea of where she was. Somewhere in the city. Just where in the city and how to get back to her room was a different story. Nothing looked familiar really, and she hadn't thought to bring a map with her. Shrugging her shoulders, she figured she would just find a place and ask for directions. No big deal there. Surely someone would give her directions on how to get back to the better part of the city. Right? Right. The only problem was, there didn't seem to be a business open in sight. Nor were there too many people about. Well, in plain view at least. There were plenty watching her from alleys and the shadows, but she didn't think to look there. She was also steadfastly ignoring the feeling of being watched as she continued walking down the cracked sidewalk. She didn't understand what they were staring at. Furthermore, she was just in jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing to see here. Move along. Keeping her head straight forward, it wasn't long before she found a bar and stepped inside. The smell made her nose wrinkled slightly as she paused by the doorway to look around. A guy drew her eye as he seemed out of place for a bar. She didn't know many people who were still in suits this late at night or hadn't at least already shed half of them in a drunken state. Figuring the bartender would be her best bet, that is where she started to head too. She stuck out like he did the moment she wondered into this place. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, see it in the way she walked among the crowed, and it caused a can't of his head. When her eyes landed on him, he would do his best to fake a half smile...it looked out of place on his face. When she moved to the bartender he wasn't little to no help. She was new here, nothing much to do. Even the time of day was earned in a place like this. She could be a cop, or a mole...or simply a rich little girl looking for some 'trouble'. Either way her attention was pretty much not wanted. Lamar himself looked down and over to the corner for a moment. They allowed him to drink here, but that was about it. This was an American bar, segregated in almost every way possible. He got up and moved across the bar like the Ghost he was called from time to time. Steps silent in shoes that had no business being as quiet as they were. Those he couldn't walk past, moved out of his way instantly.“Miss.” His accent was not as thick as it could be, but it was unmistakable that he was from Russia.“...what do you need help with?” She was actually safe here, even though she didn't feel like it. No one would touch her, it was too risky. But that didn't mean anyone was going to willingly help her aside from the large man standing before her. Trying his best to seem...helpful. The bartender didn't answer her. Even flat out ignored her. Christie sighed and would have puffed out her cheeks if she thought it would have done any good. She didn't understand why he wouldn't answer the question. It wasn't like she was asking a lot. Then again, maybe she was. Maybe if she asked nicely again. Maybe he might tell her just to make her go away. Yeah. That was a brilliant plan, but at least it was something. Opening her mouth to ask again, she was startled by a deep, accented voice behind her. Instead of words, a squeal left her mouth as she quickly turned around to face that guy in the suit. The one she had picked out as being out of place. Her mouth did a great impression of a fish as she looked up at him. "Um... Um..." Where was that voice from? It sounded so familiar. The accent that is. Not his whole voice. It reminded her of something, but what was it. He had different eyes. Wait. Why was she thinking about his eyes? He had sneaked up on her! Though it hadn't sounded like he meant to frighten her. And if she was being honest with herself, it wasn't that hard to sneak up on her. "Well... You see, I'm visiting here and I um..." She took a deep breath to get it all out in a rush. "Got Rostand could use some help back to my hotel." She knew she was speaking too fast, but couldn't exactly help it as she felt her face heat up in a blush. He was being nice and trying to help at least. That was more than she could say for the rude bartender. She was actually lost, huh? Well that is alright...might as well give her a helping hand. That is what people do when they are trying to fit in right not seem like a complete asshat. That is a term they use in America, asshat? He would linger on that for a while before nodding.“I know this city pretty well, I don't have a car though. Would you mind walking?” He hadn't spent the time to research what kind of car to get, what would best help him fit in. Too many cars, the most popular were terrible and cheap, but the good ones would make him stick out. Might as well just stick to doing what everyone else does and take a cab in the city......but one didn't take a cab in this part of town.“My name is Lamar. Tell me what hotel and I will show you the way, at least take you to a place to get a cab.” Again he tried to smile, but it looked too forced on a face that hadn't looked like it actually smiled for a long time. Made him look a tad creepy. "No. I do not mind walking." The unspoken part of the sentence was the fact that meant she didn't have to get in a car alone with him. Though the relief of that showed in her body language. She was sure he was a nice guy, but even she knew getting into personal cars with strangers was a bad idea. "It really doesn't seem like a bad night for a walk anyway." Looking up and seeing him grin, she had to take a step back out of instinct. The smile... It just didn't look right on his face. All she could think was that he was one of the few people that really shouldn't smile. It just made them look like they weren't having a good time even if they were." Chrysanthemum, but most people just call me Charlie." Or Honey if they were close friends or family. She doubted he would like to know that and considering his accent, he probably knew it more as a term of endearment than anything else. "My hotel is the Super 8 off of Nathan street." She had no idea if that was far or close or if it was a good idea to give so much detail. But then again, she would rather be dropped off at the right place than the wrong one. “Charlie...” He let the name roll off his tongue so he could commit it to memory. He would then move to the door of the bar and open it for her like a gentleman. For anyone else they'd get wolf whistles and made fun of...but they wouldn't dare do that to the Russian.“This way, it isn't too close, but the walk will do you well.” He always thought a good long walk helped one sort out their innermost thoughts. He grew up in the Russian wilderness and really that is all he had to do to figure himself out...well for the brief time he was allowed to be a child anyway.“I won't let anyone harm you by the way. Escorting you to your hotel means that you get there safely not just get there.” He nodded a bit, when he walked he took a pace behind her and to the left, or which ever side the road was on. It was the best place to be to defend her if something should arise. It was two blocks that something did indeed arise. Lamar walked fearless through the city behind her, telling her to take darkened alleyways that no one in their right mind would willingly walk down. They walked down one with a reputation that Lamar didn't really know about...and there was a group of people there. For what reason there was only the body on the ground, male or female it was hard to tell.“Shit...” One said when they saw the pair approaching. It was only after that one could hear a few gun hammers cocking. There should be posturing, a sudden grab of her to hide her from the gun fire. That isn't how Lamar works. She was in front so she wouldn't see how fast he moves, or hear his footsteps run up the walls as the men try to bring their guns to bare. No all she sees is the muzzle flash of his own weapons and that didn't sound nearly as loud as normal or even silenced gunshots. He gave them no warning as he opened fire and as the first few fells he charged forward, the rest to stunned to move. He moved faster than he should...but so did two of them. Two that stayed calm during the attack, two that watched with a grin as the Russian started to open fire and two that rushed forward when he moved to attack. They were bored with this charade...tired of working with mobsters. This was a rush for the young ones....BATTLE! They fought, the three of them. Two creatures with eyes of red and fangs and Lamar Chaos. Their strikes were hard enough to send rushes of air in all directions. It was a graceful dance, with movements that were hard to follow. Lamar didn't wince, or snarl...his face was ice-cold. But as they fought a wounded man brought a gun to bare on Lamar..... He held the door open for her. That was so sweet of him. Just one reason why she let the insult go. That and Christie was sure he did not mean it as an insult. Not that Christie ever really held grudges to begin with. Stepping back out into the cool night air, she took a deep breath before she looked back at Lamar. Realizing that he wasn't going to move until she did, she started off walking down the way she had come. Retracing her steps so to speak. Kinda. The only time she looked back was when they had started to walk. She had expected him to take the lead soon after they started walking or even move to walk beside her. The fact that he didn't off put her just a little bit. While she liked the fact that he wasn't charging ahead, it would have been nice to have him walking beside her. So they could talk. Then again, as he gave her directions, she supposes that wouldn't be as necessary. Not even batting an eye as he told her to take dark alley ways, she moved at a steady pace. Hey. She figured that he knew this neighborhood better than she did and knew what alleys were shortcuts and which ones weren't. Turning down an alley, she paused and squinted in the distance. Was that a body on the ground? Hearing someone speak, she puffed out her cheeks. "That isn't a very nice thing to say." Though as the sounds of guns clicking echoed through the narrow area, she decided that maybe she shouldn't be scolding them. Taking a few steps back, she decided maybe this wasn't a good alley way to go down. "Maybe we should-" She stopped backing up and turned around when she realized that something was wrong. Either Lamar was moving as she moved or he wasn't there any longer as she would have run into him by now. She didn't see him and her face showed her confusion as she wondered where he could have gone. That was answered as a flash of light caught the corner of her eye. Turning back around, she blinked as she saw Lamar and two others fighting. It was... Confusing. That was the only word that came to mind as the movements flew by so fast that she wasn't even sure she saw them. Chryssie did however see the wounded man try to shot Lamar. "Hey! That isn't fair!" Running past Lamar and his fight and right in the middle of enemy terrain, she plopped down on the injured man and made sure to pin his wrist to the ground so he couldn't shoot at anything. "I mean. The fight already isn't fair, why would you want to make it even worse. Sheesh." It was her moving past him that caught the Russian's attention. When she pinned that guy to the ground who was about to shoot, his attention was a drawn way from the battle for a moment and one of the 'men' landed a solid punch into his chest, lifting him off his feet and slamming him into the brick wall on the opposite end of the alley.“Well, well...” Said one of the leeches as the other turned to 'finish off' the clearly hurt combatant.“Aren't you full of spit and fire.” The vampire flashed his fangs as he approached her, before he leaned to snap the neck of the man she pinned. That meant he was young, not that she would know. Lamar did though, he knew the habits of the young verses the old. An older kindred wouldn't have even engaged in combat, he would have simply left the humans to die and found another front. These two were simply out for the adventure of it...and that always made Lamar a little irritated. Power should be held in reserve and used when needed not flaunted about and used to intimidate. They made a mistake when they split up though. Leaving one to fight the Russian and one to do.what ever it was that he wanted to do with the girl.... Lazar would charge forward and meet the one with renewed vigor. His eyes more focused, sending a chill down the spine of his opponent as he realized that the man they were fighting was only holding back because of the woman behind him.“How about after we kill your friend over there you come with us? Have a good time on the town?” He couldn't be real right, just some moron with fake fangs? The man would be blocking her view of Lamar and the other. But soon all she heard was a very large, very loud crack and a heavy thud. The vampire assumed his friend won, so his eyes didn't leave the woman. It wasn't until there was the smell of lightly burnt flesh that the vampire looked over in time to see the Russian's fist slam into his face and knock him into the wall that was behind him. Lamar looked a little beat up, some blood running from a few open cuts on his face, his suit was torn in a few places.“Are you harmed?” His voice was like ice now, much different than before. His eyes were focused down to a point and his jaw was set. He looked nothing like a possibly polite man in a bar. He looked like a stone-cold killer...like violence came as easy to him as breath. Apparently Christie didn't think this though too well. Which she was finding out as one of the combatants fighting Lamar broke off and started to approach her. Scrambling back and off the guy she had pin, she shot the vampire a glare. That glare quickly turned to fear as she saw him snap the neck of the guy she had just scrambled off of. Bumping against the wall, she stood up quickly and tried to edge further away from the vampire." He was... Wasn't he your friend?" What kind of person did that to their friend? What kind of person did that! She didn't even watch the fight between Lamar and the other vampire. Her eyes were glued to the approaching male as he made his way closer and closer to her. Hearing the crack, she jumped a foot in the air. Or so she would swear as she fought to keep her eyes on the vampire in front of her. Which was how she saw the incoming punch before she did. Even if all she saw was a blur and then hearing a thud as the next thing that her brain registered. Looking at the wall, she saw him slumped down and had to look back at Lamar. Something about him scared him almost as much if not more so than the vampires. Shaking her head slowly, she pressed herself closer to the wall. It wasn't that she thought he would hurt her. It was just instinct was taking over now and telling her to run. Run far away from here, but the logic part of her was getting in the way, and so she was standing there in fear and shock as she continued to look at Lamar. “Calm...” He was STUPID! He should have hid it better, he should have been better at blending in. Instead, he went right back into his old habits. He didn't think twice about opening fire on an entire group of mobsters. He shouldn't have even pulled at all. The vampire started to move, a new clip was loaded into one of his guns and several rounds were pumped into his head causing his body to turn to ash before her eyes.“I. I am sorry. There is more to explain here than we have time for.” Stupid Lamar...this isn't what retired people do. They find a bar, they blend in, and they become a shadow in the city. They don't escort people home and then wipe out an entire mob family.“But yes those were vampires. I don't know what that family was doing with the body, I just know we were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I want you to take a deep breath and know that I will not harm you. If I wanted to it would be easy enough for me, the fact that I haven't should say something. And no I am not a vampire.” There that should answer her questions logically right? She should just move to walk with him back to her hotel and then his good deed for the night would be done. Easy as pie or so it was told was the expression in this country.“So please come with me, I will walk you back to your place, and then you can forget about tonight.” There was a little stress on the word forget, she'd be seen as crazy anyway, but those in the know might get mad if she started blabbing to this person and that about the other world that exists under the normal one. She couldn't decide if seeing the guy turn to ash as he was pumped full of several bullets was a good thing or a bad thing. Good thing: it proved that these weren't exactly humans that Lamar had just killed. The bad thing: she really didn't need that image as nightmare fuel. Really did not need it at all. Before she could even open her mouth to say anything or even scream, Lamar was speaking. Vampires. She had just escaped barely being eaten by vampires. Wrong place. Wrong time. Just the worst luck in the universe right? Laughter started to bubble up from her throat. Not the good kind of laughter. No. Think the more hysterical kind as it escaped her lips and the sound bounced off the alley walls. It didn't stop even as the sound faded out as she started to hyperventilate. This couldn't be happening. Vampires didn't exist. They just didn't exist in this world. Though the proof was staring her right in the face. The pile of ash that used to be HU- no, a person. The just put out fire smell that she always associated with ashes was just now reaching her nose even as tears started to stream down her face. Knowing that she needed to calm down. Knowing that if she didn't, she would pass out soon from lack of oxygen. Knowing didn't help much as she hugged herself and slide down the wall to sit down. One fact was helping though as she fought to get her breathing back under control. Lamar could have hurt her long ago. Could have but didn't. That and the fact that he was actually being a lot calmer than her was helping out a lot. "Will... Is there...." Words struggled to find a way out, and she had to take several deep breaths before she could speak. "Will they come after you? Me? Us? And..." She looked up at him, tears still shining in her eyes as she noticed for the first time he was wounded. "You need help too... You are bleeding..."“I'm...n... I'll be alright.” He said softly as he put the gun away finally and knelt down to offer her his hand so she might stand up. His touch was calloused from many years of hard work. Not a single day of rest really save for when he retired. “There isn't anyone to report who it was. Plus... I'm...well.” He looked down to the ground rubbing the back of his head gently. He looked at her with sort of lost expression in his eyes. This wasn't easy for him, what to say? What to tell her to make her thing he wasn't completely insane. “I am feared. I will leave it at that. If they knew it was me...not a single gun would have been drawn.” The vampires would have run as well, but they acted to fast...HE acted to fast. It was just a huge jumble of bad mistakes. He wasn't a hero, killing bad guys for fun or justice. He was just a man trying to find a new path in life. Yet he can't stop checking his weapons, he can't stop making sure he carried at least one loaded weapon on him when he leaves his house. He can't stop checking the shadows and living without leaving a fingerprint. He felt embarrassed and lost...looking the part as well. “Lets just get you back, come on.” He helped her to stand and would take her the rest of the way without incident. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to explain more, or just go away and leave this night to dance in her repressed memories as a nightmare now and again. She didn't believe him. On the wounded part. She believed him on the fear part well enough. She had subconsciously noticed it in the bar. Had felt it herself in those brief moments of the fight. This was a man that most people would have to be insane not to fear. Not to be utterly terrified at the thought of even getting something as simple as a food order wrong. Okay. That might have been taking it too far as she grabbed his hand lightly and stood up slowly. But Lamar she knew now was a man that was probably used to people fearing him. She wondered what that must be like. To know that whenever you walk into a room, everyone instantly scooted a step back away from you. She did it when she met him. She did it again when she saw him come towards her after the fight. Yet, here she was again, walking with him once more through the darkness on the way back to her room. She wasn't sure if she was crazy or if the fact that someone who put the fear of the universe in everyone probably didn't have many friends tugged at her heart. That, and she could have sworn that his facial expression had looked lost. Maybe it was just a trick of the dim light. Maybe it was just her misreading it. Whatever it was, she couldn't get that image or thoughts out of her head. Much like she couldn't get the death of that vampire out of her head either. Her brain was still trying to cope with so many things at once, she figured that eventually it would just give up and shut down at some point. Probably when she felt safe enough to do so. The silence wasn't exactly awkward as they walked. Christie still felt the need to fill it. Turning her head back to look at him and trying to gauge his mood before she spoke, she turned back to watch where she was going. "Does that... Does that happen often? You're running into people and them attacking you without knowing who you are?"OCC note | +(IOC Note: The posts that were almost lost in the move, but wasn't thanks to Eferhilda! Once again, thank you! Blue is mine and Orange is Bards. Just posting them all at once~) “No...it does not. I got out of my way to avoid it. It is situations like this that I do not overlook the route that causes me grief.” He spoke softly as they walked, but he was by no means unaware. He scanned every shadow and now scented any alley for fresh blood so they could avoid it. All the dead bodies they left behind would cause some sort of scene tomorrow. He was lucky there was no one who had seen, he'd hate to have more blood on his hands tonight.“I just try and blend into the shadows. I want to live...that is all.” He sighed as they turned the corner and got to the block her hotel was one. She'd be able to see it from the corner they stopped on.“I can turn back here if you would like. I don't need to be walking in with you like this... I won't bother you again that I promise.” He looked a little defeated. He expected a simple walk, perhaps an invitation for coffee tomorrow and maybe even a friend out of this. Now he was glad she didn't try to stab him with a nail file and run calling for help.“I will just make sure you get to the door safe and then that is all.” He nodded and didn't move from the corner where they could see her hotel. She was just a little dirty but for the most part okay, he was the one covered in blood with a torn suit. She would be able to weave what ever story she wanted to cover this up and forget about this night. At least he hoped she did. He felt terrible for tonight, where other men would thrive that they were able to fight like that he was embarrassed. Made sense to Christie. If you didn't want to fight, you avoided the fights whenever possible. If you wanted to live, you avoid the things that could bring an early death. Though a question that arose in Christie's mind, but she thought she better keep it to herself. The question was a simple one, but one she thought it wouldn't be polite to ask. Could Lamar actually get old and die? Like naturally? It was an interesting question that she wouldn't dare ask at the moment. Stopping, she saw her hotel in the distance. The bright lights and welcoming front was a stark contrast to the darkness and griminess they had both left behind. Something about him pulled at her heartstrings. Reaching out, she lightly grabbed his hand and gave him a tug toward the hotel's front door. Like hell, she would leave him out here injured like that and not at least stick a few band-aids on him. She didn't think trying to cleanse the wounds would be a good idea just in case, but band-aids she could do. She could do that really well."Oh, no you don't. You aren't getting out of this that easily. I may not know what you are exactly and rather you will heal fast or slow or get infection or anything like that, so I'm not leaving you out here with no first aid treatment whatsoever." Her voice was firm as she started to walk to the hotel. She really hoped that Lamar would decide to follow and not just stand there. She didn't feel like trying to push the larger man down the sidewalk and towards her room. For one: it would be embarrassing. For two: she was pretty sure he could just pick her up sit her aside and walk away. For three... Actually she couldn't think of anything for a third point." I'm sure they wouldn't think twice..." Christie wasn't actually sure now that she thought about it, but it was her hotel room. She had paid them. She could bring whoever she wanted into her hotel room, and they could just stuff it. Well, stuff it nicely, but what she did was her business and that was that. Her attitude changed, and his eyes snapped right to her. Was she actually worried about him? That was a first...well a second. It didn't happen often for the Russian so he was a bit taken back by her reaction. For a few moments he didn't even know what to say.“Alright.” It was all he managed to say as he moved to follow her back to the hotel. A good deal of his wounds were closing up already. Some that were inflicted by claws were slow to heal, those on his chest and face. The bleeding had slowed on those, but they could use some tending to. Once inside there were certainly some looks. But he was following her and her face or actions didn't for one moment show she was in danger from him. He would follow her through the lobby staying silent if she needed to speak to any of the staff and head up to her room where ever it was. He walked into her room and took post by the door, standing in an at ease position arms folded behind his back. She'd probably bark at him to do something like take off his shirt, and he would do so when she asked. In a few moments he'd be bare chested, his upper torso very well maintained, and lean muscles defined and scores of scars seen. He was a warrior, they were all earned through different battles. Some small and neat and others looked like they would have killed a normal human outright and a whole range in between.“I would have been okay.” He would say softly as she inspected the wounds. Well, that was a relief as he followed her into the hotel. No scenes had to be made and so that cut down on the explanations a lot. The only staff she had to speak too was the front desk clerk and all she did was reassured him that everything was okay and to not call the cops. Her friend just fell into a rosebush. That was all that happened. She was just going to patch him up. One part of her hated lying to the desk clerk. The other parts were like, 'what are you going to tell him considering the truth sounds more like a lie than a lie does.' Entering her room, she immediately went to her suitcase to dig out the small first aid kit she usually kept there after shutting the door. "You might want to take off your shirt." Looking up, she saw he had done as she asked. Not being able to help herself, Christie stared at his chest. The lines of muscles were distorted by the faint lines of scars, and she found herself wondering how he got them all and who had patched him up before. Because pointers sure would be nice right now. Shaking her head out of her sea of thoughts before she could get lost in them, she patted the bed. "Come sit down. I'm only so tall you know." Really, some of the wounds didn't look as bad as they had been in the alley. "That may have been the case, but it is the least I can do since without me, you wouldn't have been down that alley." She could have sworn there had been more of them at one point though. Laying a bunch of brightly colored band-aids beside him, she ducked into the bathroom to get a washcloth. The water could be heard running as she twisted the knobs on the sink and stuck the piece of cloth there. Once again, she found her thoughts wondering. Just what was he? Was she doing any good by doing this? Was she just aggravating him, and he was being too polite to say otherwise? Realizing that the washcloth was completely soaked now, she turned off the sink and wrung out the cloth so that it was just damp. Back out in her room, she moved towards him and started to wipe away the blood, both new and dried. She would take her time and be as gentle as possible. She didn't want to cause him any unnecessary pain. "Also... I am sorry about your suit." It was odd at the way she talked to him, fear and bravery in the same voice. He watched her as she worked and wondered when the last time this didn't happen in some back alley or hidden medical room. She worried over him too which he was finding odd...and a touch refreshing. Most people went out of their way to ignore him...she could have left him on a corner but insisted he came in to be repaired.“I would have been alright...but thank you.” He did what he could to manage a small smile, the Russian still looked a little scary when the muscles of his face shifted like that but at least he was trying. As she spoke to him about is suit he shook his head.“I can buy another suit, it is just an object, you weren't hurt...that is the important thing.” He wasn't really one to preserve life...but it was the first time he has actually reached out to help someone. It was the first good deed he has tried, and she could have ended up either murdered, sold into a slavery ring or turned into a vampire. All the options rather terrible, and she is such a nice creature.“Are you going to need me to do anything else for you? Do I need to get a tailor in here to fix your dress?” He didn't know what else to talk about at this point, small talk was not a strength that he had in the least. Talking in general wasn't a strong suit, but again at least he was trying. Dark eyes watched her as she worked. It looked like she might have done something like this before...but it wasn't his place to ask. Looking up into his face, she was both glad she did and regretted it just a little. While his smile was still more than a bit creepy, at least it seemed... More genuine this time was the word. While she doubted he would ever be one that could smile and not have it coming off as some would be Chucky doll or Saw thing, she figured that would just be part of who he was. Besides, there were other ways of telling when a person was happy other than a smile on their face. Like in the way they could relax or even how they wouldn't bark something smart ass back at you. Little things. Small things. Things she couldn't pick up on yet with Lamar, but things she wanted too. Her curiosity was dying to know the little things that let her know he was happy. Or even if he could be happy. Not being able to conceal it, she started to laugh as he asked if he needed to get a tailor for her dress. "Oh goodness no! If I can't repair it, I'll use it as patches, but I'm pretty handy with a sewing machine. Not the best, but I can do a straight line." Not to mention she shopped mostly at thrift stores anyway. They always had just the loveliest skirts it seemed to her. As the silence grew, Christie wondered if she should let it be or speak. Cleaning the last cut and putting on the last band-aid, she decided to just let the silence be. He would probably be gone soon now that he was all patched up. Gone and all she would be left with was memories she was still trying to decide if it would be wise to remember them or not. "You are all done now. You are more than welcome to stay here. I usually curl up in a ball when I sleep, so the taking the chair would be no trouble for me." Normally, she would point out blood loss as a reason to stay, but he didn't seem to have that problem. At least, no obvious signs that she was aware of. Realizing something, she stood up and started to walk back towards the bathroom to hang up the now pink cloth." Does this mean I should avoid going out at night now unless I have some garlic or holy water with me?" “I will stay, just to make sure you are okay. I will take the couch, you sleep on the bed.” There was no arguing with him on this. For the most part he'd do what she said, but he wouldn't feel right in the least kicking her out of her own bed so he could sleep for just a few hours before waking up. He wasn't even sure he was going to sleep tonight. There was something in the back of his head telling him to stay alert. Sometimes it was nothing, sometimes it wasn't anything. He never ignored it just in case it wasn't anything. As she worked on him, he looked all over the room in quick glances. He found the escape route...well several as well as the best place to hunker down and fight.“I'll actually stay by the window.” When she was done he would stand up and stretch a little bit to loosen up the stiff muscles that happened when he healed. He had one full clip of ammo for each gun, and he knew that wouldn't be enough if somehow there would be another seeking vengeance for the deaths of the young vampires.“No, vampires are pretty rare in this day and age. You should be okay for the most part.” Missing her joke of course. She has gone this long in her life without meeting a vampire. It would stand to reason that she'd go a bit longer without seeing one again. Of course there were worse things out there than younger vampires, but she didn't need to know about that right. Killing those things that went bump in the night...it was something he was better suited for.“I could get you a weapon if you'd like. You'd do well with a 9mm I would suppose. Get you special bullets, though honestly you won't use it.” It was an honest offer, like someone would offer a pound of sugar to someone who was out. She could have argued. She could have curled up onto the chair and point towards the bed. But as she walked back out of the bathroom to dig for her sleeping clothes, she took another look at him. Yep. Strong looking. Probably wouldn't take much effort to pick her up and drop her onto the bed. Christie decided to save her breath and his energy. Going along would be a lot easier at this point than anything else. Even if it did grate on her sense of manners. The fact that her joke went right by him cause her to chuckle a little bit. Though to hear that vampires were rare did a lot for her nerves. She didn't really have to worry about bumping into any more than for a while. Unless it was one of those things where if you saw it once, you start to see it everywhere. That would just suck immensely she decided as she moved back to the bathroom to change into a pair of shorts and a tank top for bed. Turning the tap back on, she started to brush her teeth and almost missed what he said. Sticking her head back out, toothbrush and toothpaste forth around her mouth, she gave him a look and spoke around the brush in her mouth. "If I month use with, why get with?" It was a valid question. She didn't see much sense in getting something she would never use. Even if she never used it because she didn't run across another vampire wasn't her main concern. In her opinion, she would never use it because she couldn't see herself being able to pull the trigger on someone else. Even if that someone else had no qualms about going for her throat and ripping it out. The image that flashed across her brain almost made her sick. Quickly ducking back into the bathroom, she finished brushing her teeth to take her mind off of what her brain had just thought of. It worked for the most part, and she walked out of the bathroom, flicking off the light with a soft click as she moved back towards the bed. A question came to mind and as she sat down cross-legged on the bed, she tilted her head at Lamar." Why the window? I thought vampires couldn't come into a room unless invited?"

(The Bard and Tidfe) The Tiger and the Fox|rating:4.0

Forgotten Ties (Patient & Violet)

Twelve years ago... Drake Relic was just like any other fourteen-year-old boy. Went to school, got good grades, was polite to his elders and was pretty much polite and a joy to be around to everyone. Sure he got made fun of like any other kid, but his personality never let him get put down by that. He tried to make friends where he could and kept the friends he had. One such friend was a girl that he'd grown up with. Abigail Trent and Drake had been together since they could walk as their parents were rather close and play dates became the way that Drake and Abigail came to know one another. Since then, they had become inseparable. Going to school together, hanging out and even joining the school newspaper club. Basically they went around to the sports teams and other events and filmed or wrote about what they saw and did or what the school sports teams did and then published it into a newspaper for the other students to read. Just something to get kids interacting with one another. Eighth grade was an important stepping stone for any kid as it was the year before high school. So one had to make sure they were prepared. On the summer break before high school started Drake and his family went to their summer lake house to have some quality family time. Drake's mother and father were always away on business, so the family never really had any quality time. This summer was their way of having the quality time. Abigail and her parents were staying behind to give the Drake and his family some time alone, a decision that would be burned in all of their memories for the rest of their lives. During that summer vacation no one had really heard from Drake or his family. He called Abigail every night till about mid-way through summer break and suddenly all calls stopped, and no calls were returned. It wasn't till the first day of Freshman year that news hit the school. The principal of the high school happened to be a good friend of Drake's father, and he'd heard the news first. At the school assembly meeting they informed the students as most of them had been friends with Drake. The principal informed the students that the Relic family had been caught in a house robbery. A group of thugs had robbed the house and when they were caught by the family, the thugs fought back. Mr. Relic, Mrs. Relic as well as Drake had been killed by the thugs after being shot. Part of this was true, but Abigail father knew the actual story but due to the safety of his own family as well as national security, he was sworn to silence by his superiors. The truth was, Drake's mother and father were both spies for the US government and this information had been leaked by an unknown source. Their enemies had sent assassin's to their home and the family was gunned down for that. Drake however, had survived the incident. He'd taken a gunshot to the shoulder as well as the head. The gunshot to the head had barely grazed him, but the impact of the bullet coupled with the shock of witnessing his family being murdered caused an extreme case of amnesia. This case of amnesia also made him a blank slate for the US government who picked him up from the hospital to replaced his father and mother. Drake was trained as a Government assassin from that day on. Training in intelligence gathering, espionage, infiltration, assassinations and various other operations. Present day... Twelve years had passed since Drake and his family had been killed and while the Government knew that it would look a bit weird for him to go back to his hometown, he had no memory of anyone or anything in that town. Memories may come back to him sure, but they were hoping on that. The murderers of his family had yet to be caught, and they were hoping Drake would help with this. Letting the memories come back on their own and seeing if he could connect the dots. They assumed that whoever got the information that had been leaked, they most likely were still in the area as a few other incidents had happened in the town since the Relic case. No deaths, but certain shipments that were robbed and informants that went missing. The new and improved Drake Relic was tasked with going to the town and digging up what he could. Being put in a house that was fairly close to the one his family had lived in. The government bought the house for him as well as furnished it. Naturally, a town like that and a moving van constantly moving furniture into the house had gained the attention of the locals as they were all wondering who the new neighbor was. Drake had grown from the little five-foot nothing, eighty pound boy he had been, to a six-foot one, one hundred eighty-four pound man. He had short raven black hair that was cut skin short on the sides and back with a small patch of hair on top, high and tight as it was referred to. His skin was decently tanned from being out in the sun and his body was in peak condition. Strong broad shoulders, defined arms, strong chest and wash board abs. He was built for combat, but he wasn't huge and bulky like many of the men who visited the gym more than a nun visited her church. He was built lean and toned. Furthermore, he needed to be somewhat light on his feet for the missions he did. Being too big made moving around a bit difficult. The most striking feature of his was the fact that he had gun metal gray eyes. Normally this would be an attractive feature on a male, but his eyes were cold and distant. Over the years and thanks to his missions, Drake had hardened mentally and emotionally to where he was almost a robot. Very little to no emotion, his lack of memory also had something to do with it as well. Arriving in the town, a week after the movers had moved his things into his new home, Drake spent a few hours of the day getting acquainted with his home as well as the neighborhood. Learning the in's and out's as well as any alleys and back roads. He then used the map he was given to find out where things like restaurants were as well as clubs, bars and other local attractions. Not necessarily for personal fun, but bars and clubs were an amazing place to gather information as most of the patrons who were there saw a lot and get them drunk enough, they don't realize their telling details that would be hard for an agent to uncover simply through stake outs and shadowing. There were four nightclubs in the area that were very popular and had quite a bit of revenue as well as clientele. Those would be prime targets for intel gathering. As the day drew to a close Drake had dropped by a local grocery store and picked up supplies and food for the week. It was there that a few old friends from his junior high years had recognized him, but they didn't stop him simply because of the shock factor. Word, however was quickly spreading that someone who looked like a mirror image of Drake Relic was in town. Several of his old friends, Abigail included, had finally worked up the courage to see for themselves. It took a bit of their own recon to find out where he lived, and now they were all standing outside his door. Melanie, one of his good friends in junior high was with her husband, her high school sweetheart, and thanks to his support and encouragement she was able to knock on the door. When Drake opened the door he was wearing a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. He had a G-shock watch on his wrist and a folder in his hand. In the folder was information on the city and a few key points he'd need to look into. Glancing from shocked face to shocked face his eyes were colder than the steel they resembled." Can I help you people?" His voice was just as cold as his eyes, and it was clear as day that he didn't recognize any of them, not even Abigail. Twelve years ago:Abigail Trent was your typical teenage girl. From school to friends, homework to extracurricular activities, and you can not forget the typical teenage girl attitude. There was only one person who dared to stand up to her besides her parents and live to tell the tale. Drake Relic. The two had been raised together from diapers and play dates to sleep-overs and carpooling to school. There was never a moment in time that you saw one without the other, their plans always meshed together. Often times fellow students and close friends thought they were an item, but in all reality neither of them saw it that way. They were simply close friends, almost like brother and sister. As summer drew near they both dreaded the goodbye. Every Summer Drakes parents would drag him off to some all summer trip for quality family time. His family was not like most in town, his parents were always off doing business and traveling for work. Thus causing their lack of being around. Forcing summer family trips was the only thing that made them seem like a family. Abigail and Drake always looked forward to the phone call every night while he was away, spending hours on the phone telling the other every detail of their day without the other. That was until the calls just stopped. Abigail waited and paced by the phone night after night waiting and waiting, but no call ever came in. At least not for her. Drake had stopped talking to her. Acting like everything was okay, she finally stopped waiting, only to close herself down when her father relayed the news. Drake had been killed. Receiving the news before high school started she was able to cope slightly better. Although Abigail cut everyone out of her life for a few years, she managed to make the best of senior year and college. Eventually his memories and the thoughts off him slowly stopped clouding her mind. Present Day:Twelve years had passed and Abigail moved on with her life. Enjoying college, parties, and friends. Returning home from college she managed to rent out a nice two-story house with a front porch and nice backyard for gatherings. Abigail's parents helped her out until she found a full-time job at a local bar. Her parents worried because she never seemed to settle down, or bring home a guy for them to meet. Abigail always told them that that was not a life she wanted to live, she wanted the simple life and she had it. As the years went by Abigail left the wall she built around herself, refusing to let anyone in or let anyone get to close. She never wanted to feel the pain she felt the day her father told her that Drake had been killed. Sticking to her small group of friends, she managed to live life to the fullest, day to day and enjoyed it. Drake finally stopped interrupting her dreams, thoughts, and memories. Living in town had gotten massively easier. That was until Melanie told her what she had hear and seen." Melanie, you're crazy! It is not even remotely possible." Abigail muttered as the drove towards Oak Street where dozens of moving vehicles had been spotted. Movers moving furniture in and cleaning the front lawn, had also been spotted. Justin Melanie's high-school sweetheart and husband nodded in silent agreement with Abigail. The odds were simply impossible and Abigail refused to believe her parents would lie to her all these years. Justin parked the car, and they all sat there until Melanie made the first move to exit the car and head for the house. Twelve years had given Abigail plenty of time to grow into her body. Standing five foot seven, her hour glass figure always drew attention from the patrons at the bar. Tonight she chooses jeans and a t-shirt because she had work after Melanie's little adventure. The jeans fit snugly against her hips, leaving nothing for the imagination from on lookers. The t-shirt was the same way, it stretched across her chest revealing the d-cup chest she flaunted proudly. Running her fingers through her long red hair, Abigail's emerald green eyes waited as the danced across the door with an uneasy feeling. The sound of Melanie knocking caused her to jump slightly. "This is a huge waste of time, and I am already late for for-." her words were cut off when Drake opened the door. As her bright green eyes were captured by his hardened gray eyes her skin paled. Holding her breath, she almost fainted hearing his words. "Can I help you people?" the words echoed into the still night. Tears began to form in her eyes, this man looked like Drake in so many ways, but yet he was harsh, firm and cold. Melanie finally cleared her throat." We just wanted to welcome you back into town, but it looks like we were wrong and your not who we thought you-" Abigail then cut Melanie off. "I told you it was not Drake! Drake Relic died twelve years ago...." she turned to wipe the tears from her eyes. With a sigh of disappointment she turned towards them. "Melanie lets just go, he may look like Drake, sound like Drake, but that's not him." Abigail managed to look at the guy again. "I am sorry we disturbed you. Hope you like the town." Drake watched the reactions of the people at his door, the one with the red hair looked like she'd seen a ghost. They all did, but most were handling it better. Still as the one who was glued to the man spoke, Drake's left eyebrow popped up a touch as he was surprised that she knew his name. Died twelve years ago? Lifting his hand he rubbed the scar that was on the side of his head, it looked like a long gash, but it was the path the bullet took when it grazed his head. Given that they were civilians and his superiors had told him some of his memories should return here, he was curious about the answer." I didn't die, bullet grazed my head. Who do you think I am?" He asked as he ignored everyone there but the female who was currently speaking. When she informed him that he used to live there a long time ago and had left on a summer vacation he listened to her and tried to think about a vacation he'd gone on but nothing came to mind, not even a fuzzy image." Nope. Nothing comes to mind. I think your friend's right that you've got the wrong person. Thanks for the welcome." He said as his voice had gained a slightly friendly tone, much like you would with random strangers who were giving you directions, just a common kindness. It was around the same time that a low roar of a very nice looking Porsche pulled up and a woman with short black hair, cut low in the back but long in the front. She had on a black leather jacket, a red tank top and black jeans with black combat boots. She looked beautiful, but she had that same cold stare in her honey brown eyes. Walking up to the group she stopped behind them and looked slightly confused as well as amused." What's up Relic? Got new friends?" Drake looked up from his file and saw who had spoken and looked slightly annoyed now." What are you doing here Six?"" Came to check on you. Mark asked me to."" Uh-huh. Well I'm peachy. You can leave now." Vixen made her way through the crowd of people and gave them all a once over before smiling as she gave Drake her undivided attention." Awww... So cold. No wonder everyone calls you Frost. Seriously, you need to lighten up." Drake set his folder down on a table that was right beside the door and looked at her for a long moment, the look was less than friendly letting the group know that he and she were not on friendly terms. In the blink of an eye a solid black handgun came out of nowhere and the barrel was pressed against Six's forehead. His eyes leveled on hers as he stood there like pointing a gun at someone's forehead was an everyday thing. Six smiled as if this was nothing new." Safety's on. Rookie mistake."" Or your lifesaver. Tell Mark I'm fine. Nothing to report. No run along." Vix sighed a bit as she lifted her hands casually in surrender." Still haven't forgiven me, huh? I've to let it go. Holding a grudge is childish." With that she turned around and walked back to her car shooting him a wink before she sped off. Putting the gun back in the table drawer beside the door he sighed for a long moment then looked at the stunned group." Work issues. Anyway. Thank you for the kind welcome and have a nice day." With that he backed up into his house and shut the door slowly. He didn't look back at any of them. Once in his home he grabbed the file once more and headed off to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water he opened it and as he sipped on it, he looked over places that held potential meet and greets for shady people. This bar/club seemed like a good place. The Dark Horse. A rocker club that would often times get some odd looking people in it. Perfect place to have a little underground meet up since no one there would see you as out of the ordinary. Circling that place he looked around in the information for other places. Three more hot spots were circled before he made his way to his basement to check the inventory on gear, tech and weapons he'd been allowed to have for this job. Abigail refused to listen to Melanie dig up the past and explain to him who they thought he was. It had to be a coincidence that his name was Drake, because he had responded to it with just the expression on his face. Her stomach turned and clenched and with a small grin she made her way off the porch towards the car that they had gotten out of. As the strange woman appeared, everything had happened to quick for Abigail to catch it all. As the black hand gun appeared out of thin air she clung to Justin, it was now obvious to her this was not the Drake Relic they knew. They said their goodbyes and left. Dropping Abigail off at the bar she worked at they bid farewells, Melanie begging for forgiveness, while Abigail just waved it off as if it did not bother her. Watching them pull off Abigail took in a deep breath before pushing her way inside and towards the bar. It was already packed and some of her favorite patrons where there already. Only working this place on weekends to keep herself busy, the place grew on her. Everyone said the place was shady and dangerous, but Abigail would laugh and roll her eyes. Everyone she had met were the nicest of people, at least drunk they were. The bar was crowded, and the dance floor was no better. The owner left the lights dim, so the laser lights and smoke would have the right look. Abigail was busy pacing and filling orders, shoving tips into her back pocket and smiling at the patrons. That was until she stopped to take his order. Her face froze, but she regained her posture and smiled." First night in town, take it you're trying to forget your past... Especially choosing this place."" What is your toxin, you look like a whiskey or rum guy to me." she waited for a response. After Drake was done checking the inventory of his things he looked over the details of the Dark Horse. Nothing really out of the ordinary. According to some of the intel that the other agents had done a while back, some pretty shady deals were done in the back room as well as the employee parking lot. He had a few pictures of people to look out for and as he memorized their faces he grabbed a few things he'd possibly need for the night. He then put a leather jacket over his shirt and headed to the garage of his home. Driving his car, a 2014 Shelby Mustang, he parked a little down the street and watched the people going in and out of the bar, including those standing right outside of it for a quick smoke. No one that he recognized from the photo's. Stepping out he closed the door to his car and locked it before heading toward the bar. Getting inside was a bit of a chore as there were people crowding the door for a chat. Once he sat down at a free table he scanned the room casually, occasionally looking at the television to make it seem like he was just looking around. As he continued to look around he spotted the one person that was listed as the go-to guy for information. He was currently chatting it up with a few ladies and just being a normal-drunk guy. Good to know. As he made that mental note a voice grabbed his attention as he looked over and saw that it was one of the females that had come to his door that day." I'm a water kind of guy. Booze is for those looking to have a short escape from whatever stress they had that day." He said as he looked back at the guy as he headed for the back room. Narrowing his eyes on him, he saw a gun on the back of his belt. Armed too. Scanning the rest of the crowd he saw that three or four others were armed as well. Small arms weapons but in a crowded area like this, that would still be devastating if they decided to open fire. Abigail rolled her eyes slightly as she turned and grabbed and bottle of water out of the fridge." Do not drink the tap water here, it's a bit cloudy." setting the bottle in front of him she followed his gaze to the group of guys heading into the back room. Arching a brow she glanced back at him." That would be Aaron Cavanaugh. Graduated a few years before we-." "A few years before me." she corrected her statement before someone called out for her. Taking a few orders and filling drinks she finally got a break as she leaned against the bar smiling and talking to a few patrons, her eyes occasionally searching the crowd and finding him still sitting at the table. Eyes fixed on the crowd or the backroom door. Getting the nerve she finally made her way back over to his table, to see the bottle of water hardly touched." So, you say your name is Drake Relic?" she questioned him without the slightest warning. Biting her lower lip slightly realizing she had just asked him if he was someone she knew had died twelve years ago, she had attended the funeral for all three members of the family. Abigail was afraid of the answer, afraid to find out her parents lied to her, afraid that if this was him that he did not remember her or worse... Did not want to. Drake stayed focused on the crowd or the backroom door. He'd sip from his water now and then or look at his phone. Six was currently blowing up his phone asking him all kinds of questions he didn't feel like answering. They'd been pretty close for a few years as partners and they both knew how the other one acted. However, a small misunderstanding between the two caused a bit of a gap to form, and he was more than over that misunderstanding, but at the same time he and she were not in the right profession for a relationship of any kind. The only reason he tolerated her now was because she knew about his past. She'd done some digging apparently and knew about what had happened to his parents. She'd told him not to long ago, and now he was here to try and get some answers while doing the job the agency had given him as well. This Aaron fellow was going to be the start of a long list of names to give him answers. Seeing her come over again he listened to her question and sighed. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his wallet and showed her his ID. Drake Relic. Was the name given as well as his birthdate and all the other information." That's me. Not that I really need to prove this to you. Whatever person you think I am or was supposed to be, you said it yourself. I'm not. Best to just drop that topic." He said as he put his wallet away and felt his phone buzz again. Growling a bit he flipped it open and despite the fact that she could probably read the text he was way more concerned with what it said.' Hey Drake. Best to listen to some of the locals. Your folks were from this area. I'm sure someone here knows about them. Try that girl who's bugging you.' Drake glanced at the girl who was still standing there then saw Aaron heading for the parking lot. Pulling a ten dollar bill from his coat he set it on the table." Thanks for the drink." He said as he pocketed his phone and headed off. When he got outside Aaron and two goons were talking. Drake went into combat mode as he walked over and slammed a fist into the back of the right male's neck. Lights out for him. The second went to draw a gun, but Drake caught his wrist then smashed his head into the hood of the SUV. Second one down. Aaron also went for a gun, but Drake again stopped that by twisting the male's wrist firmly which made him drop the gun and proceed to begging for his life. Drake just pulled the male behind the bar and slammed him against the wall while holding a gun to his head." I have some questions." Abigail leaned down and read the license. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked over the details. Everything was correct, the date of birth, the name, everything. Nodding slightly she looked away to hide the fear in her eyes. Glancing back she saw him reading a text, even though at her angle she could see it she didn't read it. It was none of her business. "Your right, I'm sorry." She managed to say before he stood, handed her money and left. Abigail returned to work. There was only an hour until closing time, so she decided to take the garbage out along with the crates of beer bottles. Dragging the black garbage bags behind her, she slipped out the back door into the back parking lot. Propping the door open with a box she heard commotion near the far end of the building. Quietly taking a few steps out to get a better look. Once she could see, her eyes widened. The sight of Drake holding a man against the brick wall of the building was not something she ever imagined seeing. Gulping, she knelt down beside the dumpster and listened. The tone of his voice made her skin crawl, the questions he asked made no sense to her. Abigail wanted to run back inside and tell someone, but something deep down told her not to move, at least not yet. It was then she realized she was holding her breath, exhaling slowly she glanced around the dumpster to see what was occurring. Aaron was shoved against the wall, begging. Abigail could not hear everything, but she figured it was for his life. Leaning back, she listened, finding herself hugging her arms against the cool night breeze. Drake glared at the male as he spilled the beans about the information he needed." One last question. Who ordered the hit?"" Dude I can't tell you... I'm really sorry what happened to you and your folks." Drake glared and pulled the hammer back on his pistol to let Aaron know he wasn't playing." I don't know Drake...honestly. It came from up top."" Who might know?"" Uh... Carter. Runs the strip joint down the rode. Vixens." Well that was an interesting name. Looks like he'd have to kiss some ass to see if Six wouldn't mind getting a job there. Releasing the hammer on the gun he put it away then looked at Aaron. He knew the guy would go and inform Carter so he had two choices. Kill him or make sure he wasn't able to talk. Killing was too much work so he simply went with option two." Can't have you running off and warning anyone." The look of shock and fear hit the man's face as Drake took Aaron's feet out from under him and made sure the male hit the back of his head good and hard on the concrete. It didn't kill him, but it would put him in a nice long coma. Reaching into Aaron's pocket he pulled the male's cell phone and was about to dial 911 when he heard a small noise. Glaring he walked off and got out of sight. Rounding the back of the dumpster he pulled a blade and waited. Seeing the shadow move his way he spun around and grabbed the neck of the person who'd been eaves dropping. Putting the sharp blade to the neck he saw who it was and sighed a bit. Keeping the blade where it was he just kept an even glare on her." I'd highly suggest not spying on people. You're going to get way over your head if you press any of this and if you endanger my mission here by opening your mouth..." Drake pulled the blade away and pocketed it. He turned back toward where Aaron was and looked back at her with a glare as cold as the air that was blowing by her." I'll kill you." He said as he finished his earlier statement before walking back towards Aaron and used the male's phone to call 911. He reported a man unconscious on the ground, gave the address then dropped the phone and walked off. The operator could trace the phone easily. Once he was out of the alley he headed for his car as the sirens were heard. Getting into his car he drove home without a care and started doing some homework on Carter. As Abigail listened to the conversation between the two men, she kept her mouth shut. Knowing her father would probably know the answers, she knew where she was going to go right after work. Not caring what time it was. The conversation did not last long when she heard a thump on the ground. Quietly looking around the dumpster she gasped at what she saw. Aaron laying on the ground, not moving and Drake searching his pockets only to reveal a cell phone. Trying to move towards the door, she yelped slightly when Drake grabbed her. The cold steel against her neck made her gulp. Abigail's green eyes showed the obvious fear, mixed with hurt. Who is this man, this is Drake, but at the same time this is not Drake. Unable to react, or answer his comments before he quickly left. Standing there in shock, her body did not want to move until she heard the sirens. Would he really kill me?she thought to herself realizing he probably would. A few hours later she managed to get away from the police and their questions. The bar was closed, and she was headed to her parents house. It was nearly four thirty in the morning by the time she arrived, her fist pounding on the door. Only minutes later did the foyer light come on, and her father opened the door." You lied to me!" she screamed as she walked past him. With a confused look he closed the door and followed her into the kitchen. "You told me Drake was dead...told me the thugs that were stealing killed them in a confrontation."" I did." her father replied." If that is true, why is he currently living on Oak Street, and why did I just seem him knock some guy out...or kill a guy?" she glared at her father. This was not the exact conversation she ever thought she would have with him. Placing his hands over his face he sighed before looking back up at her. "Drake was not killed, his parents yes... His parents were spies, and someone wanted them killed. Unfortunately Drake was there. Suffered amnesia due to shock and a bullet grazing his skull." her father continued to inform her with all the information he had. Abigail left her parents house and went home, now knowing that this man was Drake, even though it was not the Drake she remembered. The walk home was cold, but she managed. Without thought, she curled up in her bed and fell asleep. Victor, Abigail's father left at six-thirty am, heading over to Oak Street. Stepping onto the porch he adjusted his jacket and knocked on the door. He did not care what time it was, or what he was doing. Drake had put his daughter in danger and thus involved him in getting things sorted out. Working with the people years before he could handle himself, and deal with Drake. When Drake finally got to the door all he said was "Agent Trent here, we need to talk!" Drake had spent the better part of that night talking to and negotiating with Six as he needed her to take up a job as a dancer. She wasn't fond of having random guys grope her ass, but she did it as Drake promised to cook her favorite meal for her and let her stay the weekend. Waking up was easier than he thought it would as he woke up to someone knocking on his door. Groaning he rolled out of his bed and put a shirt on, a simple white t-shirt and his black pajama sweatpants. Looking through the peephole he saw an agent and sighed as he opened the door. Agent Trent, huh? He recognized the name. As he shut his door he heard the man going on about how Drake had endangered his daughter and immediately knew who he was talking about. It was then that Drake's eyes went cold, and he raised an eyebrow." You of all people know that when we have a job, random civilians are not top priority. I was actually within right to end her life last night for seeing me. I didn't. She keeps her trap shut, we won't have problems. This is what happens when you have a family in the agency. You go soft and complacent." When he said that his parents had been in the agency and made it work he smirked and laughed coldly." And now look where they are. Six feet in the dirt, the story covered up by said agency for their fuck-up...which is memory serves, you had a hand in helping to cover up. So you had no issues covering up your friends murders, but you have an issue with me warning your daughter? Nice to know where your morals lie. On top of that, you're retired old man. Stay out of my business. This is above you as am I."" What happened to you? Your parents would be ashamed to see you now Drake."" Well then I guess it's a good thing they're dead, and I don't remember them then, huh? We're done here Trent. My warning still stands. Tell your child to keep her nose where it belongs or problems will occur." He said as he all but shoved the man out of his home and shut the door. What he hadn't been aware of was that one of the workers had seen Abigail going to the back and coming back inside looking rather shaken up. Which means she'd seen who had attacked Aaron. The worker informed his 'boys' that she'd probably seen something so now she was someone that they were going to pay a visit to. Drake had been using his company laptop to keep an eye on the bar by hacking their security camera's. He heard the conversation about paying Abigail a visit and spent the next hour debating on what he should do. Helping her would allow him to gain a bit more information from the grunts that would be visiting her. Not helping her would remove her annoying ass from his current mission but would put another thorn in his side...her father. Growling a bit he packed a few things including a silenced pistol and drove to the address he'd found by hacking the bar's employee records. Sitting across the street from her home he saw the six men walking to her house. It was roughly nine at night and the bar had been closed due to the incident. The lights were on so she was home. His guess, they'd rough her up a bit, scare her then talk to her to get what they needed. None of them were wearing masks so they didn't plan on letting her live. Great. Before Drake managed to all but shove Agent Trent out the door he managed to get the last word in. "Drake, she is just not some random civilian. She was your best friend..." then the door slammed in his face. Taking his leave he headed home to decide what his next move was. Trying to reach Abigail on her cell phone but getting her voicemail every time. Abigail received the call that she was not working tonight due to last night's occurrences. Deciding it was a perfect night to clean her house, she changed into a pair of tight pink yoga pants and a sports bra and began to clean. Turning on her stereo on, she turned the volume up slightly higher than normal trying to clear her mind. How is it he does not remember me? Was I that easy to forget? Did our friendship mean anything to him when he was here? The thoughts continued on through the day and into the night. Abigail was vacuuming her living room when the sound of breaking glass caught her attention. Turning the vacuum off she slowly made her way from her living room into the foyer. Seeing a gloved hand reaching in and fishing for the lock on the door she took off for her kitchen to find her cell phone. Grabbing it off the counter she quickly dialed 911, but before she was able to hit send on the phone the men had entered her home and grabbed her. Abigail screamed and kicked trying to free her self, only result was getting hit in the face. Tasting the blood in her mouth she glared at the men." What do you want?" she screamed still fighting the hold two of them had on her." What did you see last night behind the bar?" an older looking man asked her. Tall, dark and handsome if he was not standing in her kitchen beating her." I did not see anything, I don't know what your talking about." "Only thing I saw was the man laying on the ground, nothing else." she pleaded." Let her go, go watch the doors, I will handle her." The man that was speaking to her stated. The others quickly nodded and disappeared. The man turned towards her once more and grabbed her by the back of her head. Growling in her ear, he questioned again." Who was the man in the alley, the one who put Aaron in the condition that he is in?" Abigail wanted to spill everything, tell this man everything she saw. Give him Drakes name and the address on where he could be found, but she was more worried about Drake fulfilling his promise in killing her if she spoke. Her anger rose inside her as he continued to question her, but instead of fighting the guy she began to cry. Abigail refused to give Drake up, friends or not, he was her best friend and to her that meant something. Drake stood under the window of Abigail's home. He could hear a heavy object hitting the ground which he assumed was her getting tossed around nicely. He heard a few screams that were muffled. Glancing around he noticed a few people at their windows then they turned around and just closed the blinds. Bastards. Don't get involved. That was the common response. Shaking his head he moved quickly as he went to the front door where two large men stood. Narrowing his eyes he moved slowly and stood off to the side of one of the men and aimed his silenced gun. One shot and the round went through both of their heads. Moving along he didn't touch the men as they had weapons. Moving to one of the windows he looked through the very edge and saw one more man standing in the living room while the others moved around. The bedroom door was closed which was where he assumed the last man was. Sliding her window open he aimed at the one standing still and dropped him quickly. As the sound of his big body hitting the floor sounded off, the other two came to look and two shots later they were both piled up on the floor. Sliding the window fully open he slipped inside and holstered his gun. He left the bodies where they'd fallen and moved to the bedroom door. Pulling a jet black hooked blade called tiger Claw, he looped his finger into the finger hole and held the blade in his fist so that the blade was coming from the bottom of his balled fist. When he heard the squeaking of a bed he kicked the door open and found the man standing over her as she laid on the bed. Her lip was busted, cheek swollen, and her top was ripped. Pants were down just enough for her underwear to be visible as well. No rape, not even attempted rape. He'd just been rough with her. As the man recovered from his shock he pulled a gun and the blade that Drake was holding immediately went for his wrist, cutting the tendons there so that he couldn't hold the blade. Drake then ducked under a wild left hook and punched three times. Stomach, cutting him open nicely, chest, ripping across his rib cage, then up under his chin. The blade shot right through the soft skin of his chin and up into his mouth. Yanking the blade he brought the blade around in a right hook and buried the tip of the blade into the temple as the man started to crumble. Death wasn't exactly quick, but it wasn't slow either. Letting the body fall to the ground he sheathed the blade behind him and moved to her side. He hooked an arm around her and the moment he saw the tears and heard the sniffles something in his brain clicked. Eyes softening considerably as he just went into autopilot, he used a random shirt on her bed to wipe her tears and was speaking softly to her." Come on Abby. You're stronger than this. Stand up. I need to get you out of here." Abby...or BBS was a name he'd used to call her when he was being cute or trying to make her feel better. Small pet names just to make her feel like a girl and not the tomboy she was in grade school. It was fairly obvious that whoever was running Drake's body now, wasn't aware that this side of Drake was even around. Some things were subconscious and this was one of them, but it was proof that the old Drake was still there. He just needed help coming back. Abigail lay frozen on the bed, ready to deal with what ever the man had in store for her. As she lay there she could feel the throbbing in her swollen lip, the piercing pain in her cheek. Figuring it was probably broken by the way it felt. The struggle getting her into the room caused quiet the mess, end tables were knocked over, a busted lamp lay shattered on the floor by the sofa. Not expecting the door to bust open, expecting this man to either kill her, or have his way with her then kill her. The sight of Drake barging into the room made her inner self scream with joy, but also shudder in fear. Taking that moment to move father across the bed away from the intruders, she firmly pushed her back against the cold hard wood headboard. Abigail's eyes were fixated on the scene unraveling before her. Drake basically gutting the man right there in front of her, in her bedroom. The blood dripping onto the beige carpet below their feet, and splattering on the closet door behind them. As Drake let the man drop to the floor, he moved towards her. Abigail's reaction was more than ethical, she moved away from him. The sound of her name against the thick tension in the air caused her to gasp. His nickname for her just rolled off his lips like there was never a gap in time, like he had been there every day of her life for the last twelve years. Without thinking, she threw her self at him wrapping her arms around his neck. Crying into his shoulder, she was petrified. The thought that Drake was still inside this man gave Abigail a sense of hope mixed with caution. Quickly pushing away from her, she looked at him. "You think I am going anywhere with you after I just witnessed you kill a man tonight, last night, and you held a knife to my throat... You have got to be kidding me." she shook her head and stepped away from him. Grabbing the shirt he had used to wipe her face, she slipped it on. The first thing she wanted to do now was to cover up. Although he showed signs of being the old Drake, she still did not know what to think about him. Was this just a fluke, him calling her an old nickname, or was actually a sign that he truly was still there. Drake looked at her as she spoke and that warm look in his eyes showed confusion for a moment then quickly the cold look returned. He himself seemed a bit shocked by his sudden change in character as he leaned back and rubbed the scar on the side of his head." What the hell?" He muttered as he stood up and pulled out his phone. Making a few quick dials he kept the phone on speaker as her father answered." Trent.""Your daughter was attacked. She's fine. She's going to need a place to stay while I get a cleanup crew in here."" On my way." With that he hung up and dialed another number. Vix was the one to pick up as a sultry tone answered." Vixen."" Hey. Do you still have a stash of my meds?" The sultry tone shifted to worry instantly." Pain or confusion?"" Confusion."" Okay Drake. I'll drop by your place here in fifteen."" Thanks." Hanging up again that gave Abigail a little hint that he had apparently been taking meds for what he thought was a problem but turned out, it was the old Drake trying to resurface. Getting on the phone one more time he looked at the dead man on the floor and since he looked like the ring leader he narrowed his eyes. He spoke to someone named C. Talked about needing a cleanup crew to come in. He asked for a copy of something but didn't specify on what. Giving the address of her home he hung up and sighed as he heard her fathers voice outside. Turning away from her, he used his foot to move the dead body out of the walk way then walked out. He went right past her father who simply nodded at him as he past him. He wanted to yell at Drake, but the man didn't need to come save his daughter, and yet he did. Furthermore, he'd killed six men to save her. Trent kept her eyes closed by covering her eyes with his hand as he helped guide her out of her home. She still had some clothes at his house so she'd be fine while the cleanup crew was working. It would take them about four days of work and when she managed to come back, she wouldn't notice a change in how her home used to look. They completely cleaned her home, but everything was the same from the end table to the rugs that had blood on them before. Not a trace of any violence in her home. Abigail listened as he spoke to her father, a sense of relief washed over her hearing that her father would soon be there. Abigail needed something of the normal, and her father was the closest thing at this point. When Agent Trent retired he finally told his daughter what he real profession was, it took time for her to even consider the truth behind it but over the years everything started to make sense. The missing birthdays, the Christmas presents waiting under the tree for days after Christmas before they were touched. Abigail learned to live with the knew knowledge and often times found herself asking questions, only to get answers that were 'censored' and 'approved' by his former employment agency. Confusion Meds?she thought to her self, but did not ask any questions aloud. This was his problem, and she wanted nothing to do with it. Or did she?. There was a time when she would beg the starts at night to give her a chance to see him again, give her one last day to tell him everything she had wanted to tell him over the years. And now that those prayers had been answered, seeing the man he had become scared her. Never in a million years could she picture her best friend an assassin, a spy or worse a killer. Watching him vanish into the other room, and seeing her father walk in she broke down. The tears once again started streaming down her face. Once Trent was able to calm him daughter he escorted her out of the house and to his car. Abigail refused to look at anything in the house, figuring there would be plenty of time to deal with it later. Not having a full understanding on what the 'cleaning crew' actually did, she assumed that once she was ready, she would have to return and clean the mess herself. Stepping outside into the cool night air, she dropped her hand from her face and sighed deeply. Against her will her eyes scanned the small crowd of agents that had started to show up at her house, for Drake. He was nowhere to be seen. Over the next few days, she was determined to get as much information from her father that was possible. Unfortunately, he had changed his mind about Abigail and Drake being friends. His answers were always short, and discreet." Just drop it Abigail." "You could have been killed, he is not worth it." "Please do not dredge up the past, you're just going to get your self hurt, he is not the same!" Were the only answers Trent would give his daughter. Deciding that she had gotten herself into more danger than he could have even fathomed. Abigail left in the afternoon of the forth day of living with her parents. Remembering why she moved out right after she returned from college. Never having the privacy or the space, she had to return home and see what damage there truly was to her place. As she walked into the front foyer, her eyes widened. It was as if nothing had happened. Glancing into the small mirror above the coat rack, she was reminded but the dark bruising and almost normal fat lip that it did happen. It was not some dream or nightmare. Making sure the door was locked and secured, she checked the windows. After a long hour of inspecting the house and locking everything, she was finally aware that the 'cleaning crew' had erased every drop of evidence that the men had broken in, erased the evidence of Drake basically gutting a man in her bedroom. The house was now locked and as secure as possible. Standing in the doorway of her room, she looked around. Even though it looked brand new it still gave her the chills. Coming to the conclusion she would not sleep in here any more she began pulling the furniture out. Abigail was moving her bedroom to the upstairs guest room. By late evening she had finished and showered, finding herself sitting on the floor of her living room looking through old pictures and yearbooks. Smiling recalling a few memories she recalled the last this she heard him say." Confusion." Perhaps these would start to help with that confusion he spoke of. Keeping only a select few that meant the most to her, she packed the others in a box. Before she could think anything through she was getting out of her car in front of his house. Setting the box on the porch beside the door, she rang the doorbell. Placing the folded up note on top she walked away. Getting in her car and leaving, only to get a glance of him opening the door. The note read:I owe you for saving my life. I am in debt to you, so hopefully these items will clear your confusion up as to who I am and who you used to be. It is obvious you are not the same person, but neither am I. The only difference is I remember who you were. My porch light is always on, and the door always open to answer questions. Abby Upon opening the box, he would see numerous photographs of them as children. Ones from school and ranging to days at the beach or roaming the little town. Yearbooks of their days in school. Most of the articles they had written together for the school paper. Upon hearing the doorbell ring he'd been in his kitchen with Vixen. He was making her the dinner he'd promised as she was bitching and whining about how the boss of the place, Carter, had been the one to be grabbing her ass a lot. He ran a prostitution ring out of the strip club and funneled the money the girls made for himself. They kept the tips from their dancing but when it came to the money from the sexual favors, that was his. Most of the girls there were just trying to make a living or pay off college loans, so this was the only thing they had. Nodding Drake knew he'd have to take care of that problem. The only hang-up was, who to put in charge of the place once Carter and his people were removed? Walking to the door he opened it and watched the car drive by. He saw who the driver was and then looked at the box and the note. Opening the note while it was still on the box he read over it then did a quick search for any traps. He wasn't sure and was always cautious. Seeing no signs of a possible bomb he picked up the box and walked into the house, shutting his door and heading to the kitchen with it." Whatcha got there?"" Your guess is as good as mine." He said as he set the box on the counter and stirred the food before turning the heat down on the stove. He then opened the box and started going through the old pictures, books and newspaper articles. As he went through the pictures nothing really stuck out to him but as he read over the articles and saw that the editor and writer of the articles was him and her his brain started fighting through the medication. Fuzzy images and memories that were broken upstarted flashing through his head. Naturally he didn't want to see them at first and fought against them. As he read farther into the books he had Vixen pull up some information on his laptop, and they spent the rest of that night during and after dinner, doing some homework on the old him. The next morning Vixen was giggling as she looked at an old picture of him." You had an adorable smile. I can see why that girl is so hooked on getting the old you back." Drake was looking at a dance picture from seventh grade where he had been standing next to Abigail. He was holding her around her waist and she was in a dress, which was a rare thing if he remembered right. He had a scarlet red blush on his cheeks in the picture as she had her head resting on his shoulder. Furthermore, he'd remembered a few things. Small things, but he needed more. Best thing to do. Go back to the day he lost them. Reaching into his phone he called Trent. He explained to the man that he needed both him and his daughter to meet him. Trent wasn't too thrilled about this but when Drake told him where, Trent's attitude changed as he put two and two together. Drake brought Vixen along mainly as a sort of comfort to him and also because he'd promised her a weekend. Just like the old Drake, when he made a promise, he kept it. At around two in the evening on a Saturday, Drake and Vixen were standing outside a large lake house that was still closed. The cleanup crew hadn't come through...no one had. This place was still looking like someone had broken in yesterday. Good. Means the memories would be able to come through easier. Seeing Trent and Abigail pull up Drake was wearing a black wool turtle-neck and a pair of black cargo pants with his usual combat boots. Vixen was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a white turtle-neck with a black leather jacket over it. As Drake and Trent went to explore the surroundings of the house for any traps Vixen stood beside Abigail and sighed a bit." Figures right when I finally make amends with him, you come along. If he remembers who you are... I'm still going to fight to keep him...just FYI." She said as they gave the signal for all clear. Vixen gave a small smile before she walked towards the house and took up a spot right next to Drake as he walked in through a busted window. The outlines for his parents bodies were still on the ground and a poor spot where someone tried to clean up the blood. Bullet casings were gone but the gunpowder marks from where they fell, weren't. As he looked around and replayed what he thought happened he closed his eyes and held up his hand like he was holding a gun. Twitching his wrist like the gun was firing. Opening his eyes they were dark and clouded, confused and a bit scared as he looked towards a closet. Moving to the closet he opened it and found a blood splatter against the wall and on the floor. This is where he'd been. Closing his eyes tight he backed away quickly as memories of screaming and gun shots filled his ears. Sitting on a dirty couch he rubbed his head trying to sooth the memories while Vixen crouched in front of him and ran her hands along his shoulders, whispering words of encouragement and telling him to fight through the bad parts. Trent stood there watching with his daughter and leaned her way. He whispered to her." This is what I was afraid of. Having him remember is nice yes, but forcing him to...has it's issues. He's got to remember to bad before he can remember the good or the emotional loss is going to be too great for the brain to handle all at once." Abigail got the call from her father about meeting with Drake on Saturday. When he told her the place she argued, she did not want to go there. That place was not something she wanted to think about knowing that the bakehouse was the reason she lost her best friend and lived a long life without him. When Saturday finally arrived she reluctantly went with. As they pulled up to the lake house she saw Drake a Vixen, an odd site at first, but soon it made sense. They worked together, probably were together. Getting out she kept her distance from them as she stood. Stunned by the statement from Vixen. Turning to face her she arched a brow. "I just want my best friend back, I'm not looking for a 'couple' thing." She rolled her eyes, but truthfully she was not sure because they had never considered themselves as a 'thing' back in the day, but everyone else had. Getting the okay to go in, she slowly made her way in the door, trying to hold a gasp from escaping her lips as she looked around. The room was dirty, but still had the feeling of death to it. The outlines on the floor must have been where his parents had been found dead, tears started to swell in her eyes. Glancing at her father as he spoke, she realized he was right. Was it a mistake to give him the box of stuff, was she being selfish? Shaking the thoughts from her head the best she could, she turned and walked out of the building. Abigail could not stand the sight of the inside, or the sight of Drake struggling so much to either remember or not remember. It was too hard to tell. Walking down an overgrown dirt path towards the lake, she stopped at its edge. Abigail wiped the tears from her face and sighed, this was not what she wanted. Beginning to wish he had never returned, just because she wanted the memories to fade away again. Hating the fact that there was a chance that the real Drake may not return. Staring at the water, a small smirk appeared on the left side of her lips, It had been a weekend trip for both families. Forth of July Weekend, it had grown dark and both of their fathers were lighting fireworks in a boat out on the water. She had stood up to brush crumbs of a more from her lap when Drake chuckled. It was a mischievous chuckle... "Do not do it Drake!" She warned, but without a chance to react he had pushed her off the dock and into the water. Reaching to help her out, she pulled him in after her with a giggle. Their mothers laughed at them, then complained about them getting sick in wet clothes because it was starting to get cold out." I was the only one who got sick that weekend." she muttered aloud. Turning to head back towards the lake house, something caught her eye. A fallen tree trunk blocked a second path. Abigail dug through her memories, but could not remember where the path led, or if it was even ever there. It took a few minutes for the images in Drake's brain to stop flashing and for the screams and sounds to die off. When he managed to get a hold of himself once more he looked around and blinked a few times as Six took his hand in hers." You back?"" Yeah. Nothing's clear, just got flashes and blurred images." Vixen nodded as Trent took them to his father's old office, maybe they could dig up something there. Drake, Trent and Vixen walked around the entire house for a while, just revisiting old places. He'd see a few images of kids running around here and there. When he got to the back door he saw two kids, about ten or so in age, and they were running hand in hand towards where a tree had fallen. Following the images of the kids he walked over to the tree and looked at a tree stump. His memory showed a full tree as the boy in his memory used a knife and cut something into the tree then the girl did the same. Looking around he found the fallen tree and looked for a few moments. Thanks to a small hill he was able to shove the tree and roll it a bit. He found initials carved into the trunk of the tree. His and then some other initials. He had an idea of who's they being. Looking out to the dock he saw Abigail sitting there and sighed as he walked over to her while Vixen talked to Trent to see if anything else would help him. Coming up behind her, he saw another image of him, as a kid, pushing a girl into the water, only to get dragged in when he helped her. Smirking a bit he looked at the water for a moment then sighed as he rubbed his eyes." Guess I was a bit of a punk, huh?" He asked as he looked down at Abigail and watched her reactions for a moment." You seemed to move on just fine from my 'death'. Why try so hard now to make me remember? This version of me obviously isn't to your liking...and yet you continue...why?" Abigail did not jump, she had heard the sounds of dried leaves behind her as he approached." A bit." she replied as she did not move for a few moments until she decided to stand and face him. Shaking her head she rolled her eyes." Twelve years is a long time to push away memories, it's a long time to provide a fake front Drake." she shrugged. Looking back over the water and wrapping her arms around her, she stood silently for a while, listening to the woodland creatures making noise in the background." I continue to push...for many reasons Drake. None of which the guy who can not remember a thing about me would understand." "Your death tore me apart, you can ask my father in there for evidence and the truth behind that statement." she knelt down and bowed her head to look at her feet. "I miss my best friend, my companion, the boy who understood my every move, every thought...." a small laugh escaped her lips. "I miss having that person I could trust." "We had planned our whole lives out together, so it included each of us in them. From college to settling down with whom ever we were with and having kids so they could grow up together."" This version is not to my liking, I never said that. Do you scare me... A bit...but I am not used to it, I do not by far know it..." she returned her gaze to him. "Obviously there is nothing about me, you like, otherwise you probably would have remembered something about me, anything and that is not happening." Standing she crossed her arms. Deciding that the only thing she could do is lay it out on the line. "Do you want my help in remembering who you were or do you wish for me to walk away?" she questioned. Drake stood there and listened to her for a long while till she finally said that last little bit. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his wallet and opened a small pouch. Looking inside it for a moment he saw a very dried, very old flower. It had been in his wallet as far back as he could remember, and he'd been told it was from his past. Pulling it out he showed her the flower she'd given him for their junior high 'prom'. The last dance they'd gone to before his 'death'." Care to tell me where I got this? I've had it for as long as I can remember and something in my brain isn't letting me throw it away." As it was known. Drake never broke a promise. If he said 'I promise.' He held to it. She'd made him promise never to throw that flower away when they were kids, and apparently it had stuck with him despite his traumatic incident." As for me wanting your help? I wouldn't have asked your dad to have you come along if I didn't now would I?" He asked in a very blunt tone. Sure he wanted her help, but that didn't exclude her from the occasional smart ass remark. Vixen came walking over with a picture that he'd apparently drawn as a kid. Showing him in a knights armor with a tower and a Princess. She was smiling ear to ear as she showed him the picture."AWW WWW. You did have a soul...back then apparently. Okay Abigail. Even if he doesn't want to know, I want to know what he was like before this. I have to have some dirt on him."" Just because your sister can't shut her mouth on you doesn't mean you have to go looking for shit on me Tina."" Hey...name." Drake only used Vixen's real name whenever he was thoroughly annoyed with her, or she was pushing boundaries. In this case, he wasn't sure what his memories held for him so he wanted to be slow and careful with them. Abigail stood there, arching her brow as he dug through his wallet for a moment. As Drake slowly and carefully pulled the item out, she realized it was the flower she had given him at their 'junior-prom'. The color had almost lost its color in age. The petals were wilted and basically going to break at the touch. Motioning towards the flower. "That Drake is a promise that had never been broken." "I gave that to you when we went to junior prom together." she smiled. "You gave a big fuss that the girls don't give the guys the flower, but obviously I won that battle. At the dance it fell off its pin and your tried to throw it away, but I made you promise to always keep it. Only so when we got older and times got rough for either of us it would prove we were different, we could toss out and ignore arguments like they never happened." Before she had a chance to answer his last smart ass comment Vixen and her father appeared. Vixen was hold the picture they had drawn together when they were really young." Vixen-Tina- who ever you are, there really is not much difference. Under neither all the violence, weapons, and swiftness is the awkward, amazing, and sometimes annoying kid I knew." with that Abigail stepped away from them both and made her way to her father, who slipped his arm around her shoulders." As I said, the porch light is always on, and the door is always open." she turned to her dad, and said a couple of things before walking towards the car. Abigail had work tonight, she had already missed a few days due to the recent events occurring in town, then her break in at her house. Even though the bruising was still evident on her face, and she walked slightly off babying her left hip she still planned on going to work. "Abby you're not going back to work!" Trent called back to her as she walked away." And who exactly is going to stop me?" she yelled back. "I have a life, and a house to pay for..." she stopped at the car and waited for her father to join her. Glancing at Vixen and Drake standing there, they looked like a match. Realizing that Abigail may not stand a chance in getting Drake back, but she realized she never had a chance with him at all. There was no competing with a woman like Vixen.

Forgotten Ties (Patient & Violet)|rating:4.0

Secrets [0ri0n83 & Euphoria]

Name: Kyrie Average: 21Gay, camshaft: 6'Appearance. The first semester had gone over fairly well. Kyrie had somehow managed to balance out his social life and his grades. Though he was no honor roll student. His alarm buzzed and in a sleepy haze he hit snooze and rolled over to go back to sleep. His roommate rarely ever actually stayed in the room, he was always over at his 'friends' room. Which Kyrie suspected there was more between them than just friendship, but it wasn't his place to ask. Nearly thirty minutes later Kyrie's alarm buzzed again and this time he looked up with tired eyes before realizing he was going to be late to his first class of the new semester. He panicked and flung himself out of bed, rushing into his small bathroom. He was one of the lucky ones that had a tiny bathroom in his dorm room. Furthermore, he fixed his hair to the best of his ability, threw on clean clothes, and rushed out of his room, almost forgetting his books and laptop. On his way to his class he read over his list of new classes, Advanced Art, Literature, Calculus, Psychology, and Drama. He majored in Psychology mostly to please his parents. He really wanted to be an artist, but his parents lectured him over and over again that artists never have a long-lasting career and that it was important to choose something that he could make a good living off of. If he had his way he would have just went to some two year community college and then be on his way, making a name for himself as a striving young artist. But that obviously wasn't the case here. He sneaked into his Advanced Art class nearly fifteen minutes late. He took the nearest, empty seat, and tried to pretend as if he'd been here the entire time. Furthermore, he knew he wouldn't get away with it though, especially since he knew the teacher, Mr. Galen. Before he had entered the university he had actually worked on an art show with Mr. Galen over the course of a summer. The art show never took off, but he had fun doing it and became close to Mr. Galen, even though the man was fourteen years older than him. Kyrie gave Mr. Galen an apologetic smile and immediately began taking notes, he didn't want to start the semester off looking like a lazy fool, even though at some times he was. Name: Dylan Price Age: 20Gay, height: 5'8"Appearance Dylan cracked open obsidian colored eyes as he yawned out loud as he rolled over in his bed. Running a hand through his black hair he cursed the fact that he had had a concert yesterday. He should have refused to have done it, but then he would have to deal with an irate manager...again. There was no pleasing that man. Glancing over briefly at his clock he noticed that he should be getting up pretty soon. It was also entirely too early to get up for classes, but he also knew that he needed this class to graduate. His alarm went off, and he went to go and press the snooze button on it, but then figured that that would be a bad idea. Especially since it would mean that he would be late to his first day of class during the new semester. Turning off his alarm he slid out of his bed onto the carpeted floor as he padded over to his closet and grabbed some clothes before he went to the bathroom that he had in his dorm room, conveniently, as he went and tidied up a little bit. He inspected himself in the mirror as he noticed that he forgot to slip his violet contacts out from the concert last night. He closed his eyes as he rubbed his temples. Furthermore, he was going to be in agony for the rest of the day. Taking out his contacts he walked out of the bathroom, grabbed his books and then ran to his first class. He glanced at the schedule that he had in his hands. Advanced art?" thought Dylan with a puzzled look. "Since when have I taken any art classes? Let alone the introductory class?" Last semester had been very busy for Dylan since after classes he was always going to photoshoots and CD signings. It was a very busy semester indeed. He also had to hold up appearances and not make it known that he was a celebrity. There would be an uproar for sure. He opened the door silently as he slipped into the classroom, said a quick apology to the professor as he slipped into a chair that was by another student with black hair. He took out his notebook and then began writing notes. The professors all knew who he was, and for that reason he had gotten away with being a little late to his classes. (Does Dylan have a stage name?) Kyrie looked up as a male slid into the seat next to him, he obviously wasn't the only one that overslept this morning. His eyes flickered up to Mr. Galen for just a moment before returning to his sketchbook. He wasn't listening in the least of ways. He was sketching a famous singer he'd been hearing a lot of lately. The music wasn't exactly his style, but he had to admit the guy had talent and there were a few songs he really liked. Kyrie had given up on taking notes after the first ten minutes. He knew most of what the teacher was going on about anyway. He actually loved to study art in his free time. Famous artists, painters, modern art, everything. He was glad he had art in the mornings, he knew it would put him in a good mood throughout the day. And with having Drama at the end of his day it was like icing on the cake, since he was into acting a bit as well. Kyrie was a very, very, social butterfly. After a while longer he glanced over at the guy that had come in late. He looked like he was struggling to keep up with Mr. Galen's eccentric ranting as he took notes. Kyrie smiled a little. He knew it 'paid to pay attention' but he'd rather sketch then sit there and take notes on stuff he already knew. He tore out a page from his notebook and wrote on it. Furthermore, he knew passing notes was a bit childish, but he didn't know the guy very well, apart from seeing him around campus, so he didn't have him in his instant messaging contacts. New to Advanced Art I see. I can help you with notes later if you want.? He wrote as he slid the paper over to him. Part of him was doing this because he was a nice guy and the other, more manipulative part of him was going it because he found the other male pretty attractive and wouldn't mind getting to know him better. After he watched the other male take the paper he went back to sketching. ((I never really thought about it. Let's call him Sere)Dylan was confused. Dylan was very, very confused. Glancing up at the board periodically he saw the professor, Mr. Galen, drawing something that seemed very complicated to him. He was so nervous. "Why did they sign me up for a class like this? Why didn't they sign me up for voice lessons or something that I could use to help my career?" Dylan let out a sigh as he let his eyes wander around the room coming to rest at the sketchbook of the person next to him. He almost burst out laughed. There on the paper was a rather good sketch of himself singing. "I wonder if this guy is a fan?" thought Dylan as he narrowly caught a piece of paper that was thrown to him. Opening the piece of paper he looked at it, and then wrote Thanks for the kind offer. I have a free period after this if you want to talk then." He tossed it back at the male sitting next to him as he went back to writing his incoherent notes. He knew that he probably should not have done that. It could be detrimental to his career. He had transferred twice in the last year because people figured out that he was the singer of Sere. The famous alternative pop band that was sweeping the nation. It made life insanely difficult for him, and by him getting closer to other people he might just start it again. Kyrie read over the note and nodded to himself before continuing his sketch. He had a bit of a break after his class so he could help the guy out a bit. Halfway through his sketch his stopped and turned to a new page and began a new sketch. This time just for fun. He usually drew little comic skits of his friends, they were humorous, and his friends loved reading them. Finally, he looked up at the clock just as Mr. Galen dismissed everyone. He sighed and put his things in his bag as he walked out, waiting just outside the classroom for the other male. As he existed he flashed him a smile and offered his hand. "I'm Kyrie." He introduced himself before handing him a notebook that held information covering the unit they would be working on. "Just read it over and get it back to me okay?" He said, happy he could be helpful. Kyrie stopped a moment and looked him over. "You look familiar." He said a bit quizzically before he shrugged. "But I'm sure you get that all the time, you have that type of familiar face." He added. Kyrie always accidentally picked apart people's features. He had the tendency to draw them in his head and as he drew the other in his head it felt like something he'd done before. Dylan continued to take notes now, more than ever now to make himself look more studious. He had no idea what the professor was rambling on about. Shades, and warm and cold colors. He remembered some of that, but it still confused him to no end. He was glad that the student next to him was willing to help. Furthermore, he let out a sigh of complete relief when he heard that they were able to leave. Furthermore, he threw his stuff in his bag, and then walked out to be greeted by the other male that had been sitting next to him. Furthermore, he took the hand that was offered to him and said,"It's nice to meet you Kyrie. My name is Dylan." He grasped the notebook that was handed to him thanking Kyrie as he placed it in his messenger bag. "I will," said Dylan as he smiled back at Kyrie. Maybe he had made his first friend. He watched as the other male turned and began walking away as he turned himself and walked the other way as well. He stopped in his tracks though when he heard Kyrie ask if he had ever seen him before. Turning around sharply he almost laughed out in complete hysteria. "I-I g-get that a lot. I am pretty new here, so probably not." Dylan turned around again and hurried away, thankful that he had dodged the bullet about telling Kyrie that he was the lead singer of Sere. Turning the corner he stopped and leaned against the lockers that lined the walls as he nearly jumped out of his skin as his phone went off telling him that someone was calling him. Digging in his hoodie pocket he flipped open his phone and said,"Hello, who's there?" It was his manager Larry. Larry told him that he had an interview time change and that he would be missing his next class because of it. "Okay," he said as he flipped his phone closed. "So much for my perfect school attendance record," thought Dylan as he left the building and waited for Larry's car. He would be missing his second class of the day, Literature, and possibly his third, Calculus, as well. Kyrie gave him an odd look as he listened to the other male stumble over his words before practically darting off. He shrugged and continued to his next class. He sighed, today was going to be a long, tiring, and boring day. His next three classes blurred by as Kyrie continued to not pay much attention. He knew he should pay attention, he should have been taking notes, and studying. But he just couldn't manage it as his hands continued to sketch throughout the day, his mind wandering off in his own little universe. Finally, he ended up in Drama, a class that he knew would at least be entertaining to say the least. He arrived a bit early because there had been a little break in between his class times, no one else save the teacher was in the room yet and Kyrie took this time to clean up some of his sketches and finish some up. He couldn't wait until he could go back to his dorm and do what he pleased for the rest of the day. The slim blue car pulled up to the curb and Dylan immediately knew that it was Larry's car. Opening the door he slid into it as he buckled his seat belt. Larry tried to engage him in idle chit-chat, but Dylan didn't want to respond to the other male as they sped off towards the recording studio. He had an interview that day, and then it was straight to the recording studio so he could practice some of his songs for the new CD that they were making. Staring out the window he couldn't stop letting his mind wander as he felt his thoughts drifting towards Kyrie, from art class. He was even more confused about the sketch that he saw the other male drawing. It was indeed a picture of him singing. He even had the outfit right, he truly did have an eye for details. Dylan looked up as they rounded the corner to the recording studio. Larry parked the car and then Dylan got out of the car and walked to the door to be greeted by his bandmates and the interviewer. Another days work. Kyrie flipped through his sketchbook a few times and landed on the sketch he had been doing of the singer Sere. A tinge of recognition washed over him as his mind went to Dylan. "Hmm. They look a little similar I guess." he thought as he shut his sketchbook and actually bothered to pay attention in this class. He ended up having a lot of fun, his teacher was loud and eccentric and pushed the students to be the same way. Everyone laughed with each other and Kyrie enjoyed himself. He was a little disappointed when class was dismissed, and he gathered his things, ready to head back to his own dorm. He sent a text to a few of his friends, wondering if any of them wanted to hang out but so far none of them responded, disappointing yet again. Oddly, Kyrie found himself thinking about Dylan and exactly 'which team he played for', he smirked to himself, he could be a real pervert at times, now being one of those times. He wished he'd bothered to catch his cell number, or he would have texted him and made some excuse to meet up with him. Dylan sighed as he downed some more water. He had been singing non-stop for the last 3 hours. He was sitting outside the song recording studio as he listened to himself singing from the recordings. "How do girls...and guys listen to this stuff?" Glancing over at Larry he decided that he needed to finish the rest of his singing for the day before he could go home. Getting back into the sound recording booth he finished the rest of his singing, and then came back out and looked at Larry as he said,"Can I go home now? I am so tired." Larry nodded as he ushered Dylan out of the room and into the car again as they drove back to the college campus. By the time they got there he is was about 10o'clock at night. Getting out of the car Larry leaned over and said," Now remember you have a concert in two days. Don't do anything reckless." Dylan nodded as he got out of the car and grabbed his bag. Larry's car drove away leaving Dylan alone under the light of a florescent bulb. Even thought it was nighttime it was still rather warm outside still. He took his sleeves and rolled them up revealing his tribal tattoo. He had gotten that when he had graduated from high school. Sighing again he walked over to his dorm as he practically dragged himself up the stairs and ended up tripping over his own feet. Falling to the ground he let out a cry as he struck his head on it and passed out. Kyrie had been laying on his bed, reading over an art book and texting a few friends about some plans when he heard, what sounded like a girl yell out and then a loud thump. He found that odd since he wasn't in a co-ed dorm, and it was past curfew for girls to be here. Kyrie cracked his door and stuck his head out, looking up and down the hall, he didn't see anything at all. He walked a few feet to his right and looked down the stairs where he saw Dylan, face down and sprawled out on the stairs. He cocked an eyebrow, "Uhh. Are you okay?" He asked, walking over to his side before he realized he had knocked himself out. He shook his head as he lifted the boy up and carried him back down the stairs, heading for the nurses' office. Furthermore, he couldn't help but find it a tad funny at how clumsy the other was. How does one possibly knock yourself outgoing up the stairs? He smiled just a bit but pushed the smile away as he entered the nurses office and laid him down on a cot before alerting the nurse at what he think might have happened. Dylan wasn't even aware of his surrounds as he was lifted by Kyrie as he was taken to the nurses' office and placed down on a cot. The nurse walked over to Kyrie and began answering questions about Dylan already knowing full well that Dylan would be coming to her like this after many of his concerts being completely exhausted. As well as the faculty the administrators and the nurse on duty knew about who Dylan was as well. Dylan opened his eyes and looked around as he said,"Where am I?" The nurse turned towards Kyrie and said,"Where did you find Dylan, and was there anyone around him?" Dylan managed to get into a sitting position as he looked around. He managed to push himself off of the cot as he got to his feet. He took a few steps forward and then fell to his knees again feeling completely exhausted. The nurse went running up to him and said"You need to go back to bed Se-," she stopped and then corrected herself by as she continued,"Dylan. You need your rest...for school." Dylan looked at her and nodded his head. Among his many fans at the college, the nurse here was one of his biggest ones. She was always willing to help him for all of his medical needs whatever the time. "You're right,"replied Dylan as he got back onto the cot. Kyrie leaned against the desk, texting a friend and he smiled a bit. "Uhh, he was on the stairs, alone. Sounded like he fell." He said, not paying the least bit of attention to the situation. "Well I have to go. See ya." He said, waving to Dylan a bit as he headed out going to go party with some friends. Sure there were classes tomorrow, but that didn't stop him from having a good time whenever the chance came up. He thought a moment to invite Dylan, but the guy looked pretty beat, whatever he'd been doing today must have been exciting. Kyrie headed back to his dorm and changed his shirt before quickly heading off campus. The rest of the night was spent drinking, listening to loud music that you had to yell over to have a conversation, kissing random people, and watching drunken morons do things they were sure to regret later. Kyrie was dragging his feet back to his dorm, supporting his drunken friend and listening to him go on and on the way drunk people normally did. Kyrie was pretty out of it himself and wasn't listening to a word the other was saying. Kyrie dropped his friend to the floor right outside the others room, making some pretty loud noise by doing so too. Causing many of the others on the floor to poke their heads out, some yelling at them to shut up, seeing as it was after three in the morning and Kyrie needed to be up in a few hours. However, Kyrie couldn't help but laugh to himself as he fumbled with his keys to his dorm and finally managed to get in, drop to his bed fully clothed and pass out. Dylan listened to Kyrie explain to the nurse about how he had come across the other male's body. He wanted to retort, to yell, to shout that it wasn't really like that. Sure he had been singing a lot lately, and his career had skyrocketed him into fame and success, but from the way that Kyrie had been explaining it, it made him sound like a completely clumsy fool. He watched as Kyrie left through the door that he had initially come in through. Dylan wished that he could have joined the other male, and apparently the nurse, Pam, had seen the desperation in his eyes as she came over to him and sat down next to him as she said,"Don't worry sweetie. Your time to party with people will come. For now though you need to get some rest. The tabloids are all buzzing about it. Your first big concert, and you know what the best part is it's going to be at the Cromwell Amphitheater. That's like 20 miles from here." Dylan nodded his head, but then paled when he heard Pam utter the last part of what she was saying. Playing here?! Well not on the campus, but it might as well have been the campus. How could Larry have done this?! He wanted to live a normal life, or as close to normal as possible, where he could go to college and keep his singing career as far away as humanly possible. He hoped that he wasn't as popular here on this campus as in other places that he had been. Then again, as he thought about it, he had to have been popular if people were drawing him in their sketchbooks. Kyrie awoke later than he had the day before, head pounding and a dry feeling in his mouth. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair, put on new clothes and headed out to Advanced Art, in absolutely no hurry. He didn't care if Mr. Galen yelled at him or not, he felt like hell. Furthermore, he entered the classroom over half an hour late, Mr. Galen glared at him as he took the same seat he had yesterday. His head falling into his hands as he tried to keep the brightness out of his eyes, the entire world was hurting him. Even just sitting and breathing hurt. He glanced over at Dylan for a moment before opening his laptop and pretending to take notes, instead he was just playing Tetris, and chatting with a few friends about what all happened the night before. A few of his chick friends were going on about the singer called Sere and how the band would be playing nearby soon. Kyrie wasn't very interested. The singer was handsome, his voice was good, but the songs were pretty emotionless as if the singer didn't care truly about it. Kyrie yawned before beginning to vaguely listen to what Mr. Galen was talking about. Dylan woke up the next morning not really caring if he went to his Advanced Art class. The last thing that he wanted right now was to be seen by Kyrie, the savior, again. All he wanted to do was for today to be over, but then again that wasn't good either because that meant that it would be one day closer to being time for him to play at the Cromwell Amphitheater. He ended up coming to class late again, to the disapproval of Mr. Galen as he brought out his notebook and that of Kyrie. He didn't even remember copying the notes or anything. Furthermore, he slid the notebook over and mouthed the words thank you as he went back to pretending to take his own notes as he tried to swallow down his nervousness for his upcoming concert. It was less than a day away now, and he still had so much to do for it. About halfway through class he ended up falling asleep only to yell out in sheer alarm when his phone went off in class. Sitting ramrod straight he looked around. Many eyes were on him now as he quieted his phone and looked at it. It was Larry that was calling him. He was about to get rid of the message that he had a missed call, when a text message illuminated itself on his touch screen saying"Call immediately. It's about your concert tomorrow. Call me!" Dylan grimaced and then dimmed his phone as he slid it back into his pocket. He apologized to everyone, and then class resumed as he thought about what he was going to say to Larry when he got on the phone with his manager. Kyrie's eyes immediately shot over to Dylan when he screamed, Kyrie had to stifle a chuckle as he continued to eye Dylan. Finally, he looked away and stared at his instant messaging windows, which were all lit up, demanding his attention. He went through them and read them over, replying to some. As he began replying to one of his closest friends he let Dylan's name find its way into their conversation, asking if she knew anything about him. She didn't, other than, "He's super gorgeous and looks a lot like that Sere guy.". Kyrie smiled at that and glanced at Dylan through the corner of his eyes. Finally, class was dismissed and Kyrie slowed outside the classroom, and turned to Dylan. "Hey, how are you today?" He asked. Dylan began taking notes again for class as he tried to busy himself. He tried as well to get his heart rate to go down as well, especially after the scare that he was put through. The rest of the class passed in a blur, and he let out a sigh when the professor let them leave. Gathering his things he exited from the classroom only to bump into Kyrie again. He glanced at him and smiled as he heard the other male ask him how everything was going. "Everything is going wonderfully," he thought darkly to himself, but then looked at Kyrie and said,"Everything's fine today. Good as new. I just wish I would have remembered to put my phone on vibrate or sound off or something. I feel terrible." His phone vibrated again and this time it kept vibrating, meaning that someone was calling him. Taking out his phone again he looked at it and rolled his eyes. It was Larry again. Dylan looked at Kyrie and said,"Look I have to go, maybe I'll catch you later alright?" Dylan turned around and walked off in the opposite direction even though he knew that his literature class was in the opposite direction. He rounded a corner and found himself in an empty hallway. Flipping open his phone he dialed Larry's number and Larry immediately answered it." Hello there my favorite superstar. How are you today?" Dylan rolled his eyes but managed to say,"Everything is fine. By the way what is the big hurry. Is everything alright?" There was a brief pause on the other end, and then Larry said,"Ya, you know how you are supposed to be playing tomorrow at the Cromwell Amphitheater. Well that got moved to tonight. The people that were supposed to play today got moved to tomorrow because of plane delays, so your concert got move-" Dylan didn't hear the rest of it as he dropped the phone, as it fell to the floor with clatter. He backed away until his back hit the locker behind him as he slid to the floor. Could this day get any worse? Kyrie watched as Dylan practically ran off and Kyrie shook his head a bit, he was getting the feeling Dylan was a bit socially awkward. However, he didn't have much time to think about it as one of his closest friends, Sarah, practically tackled him. "Demigod! I have news! Good news for me, just new for you, probably, well maybe, you might like it. I don't know. Anyway, the concert I was telling you about its tonight! Lucky us, I already bought us tickets and backstage passes! Do you love me or do you love me?" She said all in one breath before hugging him tightly, "And I hear, the singer, swings your way, though that's just a rumor." She giggled and winked. Kyrie really wasn't excited about it. He wasn't a large fan of the band, but he thought it had to at least be more exciting than his original plans for the night. He sighed. "Great, yeah. I'll meet up with you right after my last class okay?" He said, trying his hardest to pretend to be happy as he smiled at her and began heading toward his next class. Dylan was glad that not a single person checked to see if he was alright, for if they had, they would have seen a crying Dylan. How could this day get any worse?! Getting up he grabbed his phone, prayed that it wasn't broken, and then left through the double doors of the building leading into the inner courtyard. Glancing around he threw his messenger bag onto up into a branch as he leaped into the air and swung his lithe form over the branch so that he was sitting on it. He knew that he probably should be going to his literature class, but right now his mind was miles away thinking about the impending doom of what was to come later that night. Closing his eyes he let his mind wander again as he thought of what he had to accomplish for the day. If the schedule was the same, except for the day change, then that meant that the concert was about 2 hours after his final class, meaning that he would end up missing everything after his lunch period. He was a straight A student anyway, so his professors wouldn't be too concerned with his attendance. Opening his eyes he threw his bag down to the ground as he swung his legs over and pushed himself off of the branch. He landed on the ground, grabbed his bag, and then left through the other set of double doors that led to the main entrance. Taking out his cellphone he dialed Larry telling him that he would be waiting outside to be picked up. Kyrie sat anxiously in his last class. Part of him wanted to ditch Sarah and hide out somewhere, but he knew she must have spent a fortune on the tickets so he couldn't do that. Instead, he attempted to pay attention to the other students reading out monologues, but he could only do so half-hearted as his mind wandered to Sere, the guy was cute at least. Kyrie flipped to his notebook until he found the sketch he'd done of him. Inwardly, he had always been his fiercest critic. He shut his notebook and began to pack up his things as class was dismissed. He knew he had to try his hardest to act really excited or risk hurting Sarah's feelings. She had been one of his closest friends for years, and he couldn't do that to her. So instead he would plant a smile on his face and give the excuse of being anxious for the reason why he wasn't gushing and talkative.(Is Kylie supposed to figure it out or does Dylan tell him? Bleeek confusion.) ((Honestly, it's either or. Kyrie is your character. Also, the only thing my character does is approach yours and ask to be kidnapped. It would make for an interesting scene though if your character did figure out about mine)). Dylan continued to stand outside as a sleek, thankfully non-limo, pulled up. The window rolled down and Dylan saw the smiling face of his manager. "Could it be any less noticeable that I am a superstar," muttered Dylan as he got into the car and buckled his seatbelt. They drove to his house where he dropped his stuff off, got some things for the show that night, and then were off to the amphitheater to get ready for the performance. It was very early when they arrived, but they still had to do sound checks. As he got out of the car Larry said,"I forgot to mention last night, but 5 people received backstage passes for the concert. Two people won them, and 3 people bought them. So please act happy when you see them." Dylan rolled his eyes but then looked at Larry and said,"Sure, you know it." Dylan wasn't that thrilled that everything that he was doing in his life right now was for profit, or for fame. He liked to sing because it made him feel alive. He didn't care about the money or the fame. As the two of them entered the building he was immediately separated from Larry as he was ushered down a different hallway into a make-up and wardrobe room. He had been a model beforehand so he knew this song and dance. The women, and men, around him kept commenting on how cute/handsome he was as he was made to stand in the middle of the room as he was basically dressed like a Ken doll. When he was done he looked in the mirror that was in front of him. He was dressed in a pair of form fitting black pants, and a form fitting black shirt with white and red designs on it. All together it looked really nice on him." Stop admiring yourself kid. There's much to be done. To the make-up room." Dylan was almost ready to protest, but then he remembered that he had specifically asked Larry that if he had ever had a concert or anything then he would want to be as disguised as possible, and that meant that that make-up was a must-have. Kyrie managed to changed himself and fix his hair before practically being dragged from his dorm by Sarah, who had failed to mention that a few of her over-hyper, obviously obsessed friends would be joining them. Kyrie groaned in his head, he knew it was bound to be filled with a ton of shrill squeal and annoying gushes over a guy that mostly certainly had not interested in any of them, especially since they were non-famous people. He hated himself for being out of the closet with Sarah. Ever since he told her she had begun to treat him like a girl instead of a guy. Sure he was attracted to guys, but he was also still a guy himself, obviously Sarah missed that part. Because they had left, so early the line wasn't bad and as soon as they got inside the amphitheater the squeal began. Kyrie mostly hung at the back of the crowd. And finally, they went to take their seats and watched as everyone began piling in. Kyrie knew it wouldn't be much longer until the show started now. The rest of the day went by in a blur. He had his makeup done 3 times so now he had a black teardrop under one of his eyes and a red star under his other eye as he let them place a very small amount of dark blue eye shadow over his eyelids. He couldn't get over the fact that the people that did this really knew what they were doing. Dylan let out a huff of exhaustion as he placed the microphone back in its stand. They had gone through a dry run of the concert. Twice. This left Dylan feeling utterly tired. Getting off of the stage he went into the back where he had his make-up redone because he was sweating a little, as he went and downed a bottle of water. As he sat in his dressing room he saw Larry walk in and sit down in front of him as he heard the other male say,"Are you ready for tonight, champ?" Dylan managed a weak smile as he looked at the man that practically treated him like he was perpetually 4. "Of course I am," said Dylan as he smiled again at the other man. A technician came in and told them that they had 10 minutes to get everything ready. Dylan and Larry nodded as Dylan stood up and walked out of the room. Getting onto the stage behind the curtain he could hear the screams and yells of the people in the audience. He looked at his bandmates and smiled. "It's showtime guys. Just like we rehearsed." Dylan grabbed the mic that was on the stand and moved the stand so that it was off of the stage, and then went to go stand in the middle/front of the stage. Dylan kept his back turned to the audience as the curtain began to rise. It was completely pitch black then suddenly the stage lights went on. Turning around he placed his mouth to the mic and began to sing. So Kyrie had managed not to have such a terrible time after all as one of the few songs he loved by the band was played, and finally he was shocked that two hours had gone by so quickly. However, he couldn't say he was disappointed as Sarah's friends said goodbye and Sarah laced her fingers with his and pulled him out into the hall. "They didn't know I had passes, if they had, they probably would have fought for yours." She smiled and winked as they waited along with a few other people that had passes outside a guarded door that led, probably, back to where the band had just gotten off-stage. Kyrie sighed as the guard said they had a bit of a wait because they wanted the crowd to die down a bit before letting anyone back. He sat on a nearby bench with Sarah as she forced him to sketch something in pen on her jeans for her. Dylan was having the time of his life on stage. He was having so much fun that he barely noticed that he was singing his last song of the set until he actually thought about his lyrics. It was his song called," Be there before the end." A fitting song for the end of his first performance. The song ended, and the crowd cheered as people screamed and yelled his name. Life was good. Dylan introduced his bandmates and the concert ended as the curtain closed. Getting off of the stage he was reminded by Larry that there were still people that wanted to see him. He sighed and went into his dressing room where he had another bottle of water and then opened the door to the other side that was guarded by his two bodyguards. Walking in front of them he waved the audience and said,"Hello, Sere here. Did everyone enjoy the concert." Dylan really didn't know what he was saying to the people, he was sort of just winging it. Kyrie glanced up as the doors opened and practically did a double take. He put the pen away but hung at the back of the crowd as the other swarmed Sere. He just stood there, reading a few a text messages, waiting until Sarah had her fill before they could leave. Kyrie wasn't about to lie to himself, Sere was cute. But he knew most famous people were fake and probably didn't give a damn about anyone but themselves. He glanced back up at Sere and still time, a shot of recognition hit him like a sack of bricks. Was he the only one that saw it? Surely, Sarah had to notice too. The guy looked exactly like Dylan. Or maybe Dylan looked exactly like Sere. Either way there was something odd about this situation. Could they possibly be related? Kyrie focused his thoughts back on his cell. He didn't want to seem just like these other star-struck fans that couldn't stop staring at him. Dylan looked out around the crowd there were five people, four of which were practically jumping around him to be recognized. He then looked over noticing that there was someone who was sitting off to the side at one of the benches. He glanced at him as realization came crashing down on him. It was the guy from his advanced art class. Kyrie, ya that was his name. What was he doing at one of his concerts?! He was about to go farther into the crowd but was stopped by the guards. They didn't want to see their star get injured. Some of the girls were shoving papers at him and other things for him to sign which he did as he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. He did his last farewell and threw the leather jacket that he had been wearing into the crowd as he turned and walked back into the room where he had initially come from. Once the door was closed he sat down heavily in one of chairs sorting out his options if he were to be discovered. Kyrie looked up to see a squealing Sarah, holding the leather jacket with an expression of pure joy before he was yanked to his feet and being dragged out. The entire way back Sarah went on about the concert and Sere and how cute he was and how she wished she could have spoked to him one on one and how awesome that would have been. Kyrie vaguely listened without interest. He was still stuck on how similar they looked, even with Sere wearing make up. "Hey do you have Dylan's cell number?" Kyrie blurted out, obviously interrupting Sarah. Sarah stared at him a moment. "Actually I do. I have him in one of my classes and I talked to him a little." Kyrie got the number off of Sarah's phone and sent him text. "Hey this is going to sound weird but do you have a twin? Because I swear to god I just saw you. -Kyrie from art". He felt childish for asking, but it was stuck in his mind, the likeness of the features. How had Sarah not noticed it? She was of course, completely star-struck but had she really been that blind? Finally, they reached the dorms and Kyrie said goodnight, heading toward his own room, his mind still stuck on how much Dylan and Sere looked alike. Kyrie ran possibility after possibility through his mind. Even the chances that Dylan was a professional look-a-like. It didn't seem likely, but anything was really possibly. Dylan sat in the car after the end of the concert as Larry drove him back to the dorms." I think that was an awesome first concert," said Larry as he looked over at Dylan. "I guess," replied Dylan as he continued to look out the window. He wished that he had been more enthusiastic about his first concert. Hell, that was his ultimate dream, but all he could end up thinking of the fact that he had seen Kyrie at one of his concerts. His cell phone buzzed, and he opened it, noticing that it was an unknown number. His first reaction was to delete it, but then he saw that it was from Kyrie "from art." Raising an eyebrow he had to laugh at the question and responded with"No, sorry I really don't know what you are talking about." Dylan saw no reason to say anything other than the truth to Kyrie. He closed his phone and placed it back in his pocket before they arrived at the dorm rooms. Getting out of the car he said goodbye to Larry and said that he would come to his singing rehearsals tomorrow after class. He waved to the disappearing car before he went into the dorms, found his room, and then closed the door behind him. Glancing over at the clock he grimaced. It was really late at night, but he still had homework to do. Letting out a sigh he sat in front of his desk and began working on his homework. Letting out another sigh he decided that he would go and take a shower before bed. Walking into the bathroom he screamed out loud when he saw himself in the mirror. He was still wearing his make-up. "Thank god I didn't go back outside. People would know it was me for sure," thought Dylan as he began washing the make-up off with a washcloth before stripping down and going to take a shower. He let the warm spray of the water cascade down his lithe form as he washed the suds off of his body. Once he was done he got out and then walked into his room and got his pajamas on before flopping into his bed and going to bed. Kyrie had just gotten out of the shower and was drying out his hair when he got the text message. He felt stupid for even asking now. However, he wasn't about to give up. There was obviously something fishy going on and Kyrie wanted to know what it was. He had always been too curious for his own good. Finally, after staring at his cell's screen until it went dark he texts back, "Alright. My bad. I just think you look uncannily like Sere. Crazy right?" He smirked, putting the phone back down and dried off completely before getting dressed and heading to bed, if he even got a reply he'd just read it in the morning. Tomorrow, luckily was Saturday, meaning he could sleep in as long as he liked. And he wouldn't have to face Dylan feeling like an idiot. Dylan flopped over again as he tried to get into a more comfortable position as he tried to sleep. Rolling over again he looked at his cell and decided to text Kyrie back again. He replied with," Sere? Who is that? Dylan felt like a complete idiot for lying to Kyrie, but to keep his identity secret he had to. He then added Kyrie to his phone as he closed it and then felt asleep almost instantly. He was so glad that it was a Saturday. That meant that at least he could sleep until Larry called him to tell him to come to the studio. He hoped this time that he wouldn't come in the limo to get him since it was a Saturday. The next morning his cellphone beeped as he rolled back over. It was a text message from Larry which said," I hope you are awake because I am coming to pick you up in a few hours. We have a luncheon to go to. I'll pick you up in the limo." Dylan nodded as he sent him back,"Okay." as he closed his eyes and went back to dozing. He woke up an hour later as he turned to see the open cellphone again and sat straight up as he cursed. "Shoot!" he yelled. "He's bringing the limo!" Throwing off his covers he went running to go and get dressed. As he was running around another text message got sent to him from Larry saying that he had arrived in the limo. "Crud!" yelled Dylan as he went running out of the dorm room and into the main courtyard where there was a limo waiting. He didn't wait for the driver to get out of it as he went leaping into the car and slammed the door closed. Larry was about to say something to him, but immediately shut his mouth when he saw the look on Dylan's face. The limo went flying out of the courtyard and then onto the main road towards wherever they had to go. Kyrie had been sitting at his desk, aimlessly sketching when he noticed the limo pull up outside. It was rather odd to see a limo in front of his dorm, especially since there weren't any dances coming up. He looked up just say Dylan was practically diving in. That made Kyrie's eyebrows shoot up. His own family was wealthy enough but to be picked up by a limo? How arrogant was he? Kyrie checked his phone for the first time today and noticed Dylan's text from last night, along with several others from Sarah. He responded to Dylan's first. "Limo? Nice." was all he wrote before closing his phone once again. He felt like there was something really off about Dylan. He was always late to class, he seemed socially awkward or maybe avoidant, and obviously had money. Who in the hell was he? Once again, thoughts of Dylan took over Kyrie's head, it was beginning to annoy him. Dylan sat in the car brooding over Larry's clear lack of attention of trying to keep his identity a secret. Turning to Larry he looked at him and said,"I can't believe that you brought the limo to my dorm. Do you want everyone to know that I am famous." His phone vibrated, and he looked at it and smiled. He slammed his head down on the window sill of the car as he looked at the cell. The last person that he had wanted to know that he was in the limo was Kyrie. There was no hiding now. He thought for a moment when he thought of something. A lot of the students at the school were rich. That meant that it might not be so weird for a limo to come and him from school. He sent back,"I guess. Thanks." He didn't want to tell Larry about anything that was happening. The limo stopped in front of a restaurant. Getting out of the limo he gulped and then looked at the doors. They were in front of Chen Flamer a 5-star restaurant. Just who the heck were they meeting? Kyrie had begun getting dressed and readying himself to hang out with Sarah when he got Dylan's text and decided to respond with something slightly less bold than what he was thinking. "We should hang out some time.", immediately after sending the text he regretted it. He knew it had probably made him sound like a jerk that was only interested in being friends because he'd seen Dylan get into a limo. And he quickly sent another, "I didn't mean for that to sound as rude as it did.". At that point, this door flew open and Sarah came running in, throwing herself on his bed in tears. Had Kyrie not noticed the fact that she was obviously upset he would have mention something about knocking. Dylan stared at the door as he was practically ushered into the restaurant by Larry. Walking into the restaurant he felt his phone vibrate again. He took it out and then looked at it. He was happy at first when he thought that someone wanted to hang out with him. Furthermore, he was a little puzzled though when he got the other message from Kyrie as well. Furthermore, he sent back" Maybe sometime we should hang out. I sort of have to turn my phone off now so I will talk to you later alright?" A waitress immediately came towards them and led them to a table that was facing a small pond. Sitting down he was sitting in front of two people in well tailored suits. Larry sat down next to him as he cleared his throat and said,"Sere, this is your producer. They are the ones that hired you to sing and dance. They are also the ones that hired me to be your manager." Dylan nodded as he heard this as he wondered why he was sitting in front of his producer. "It as an honor to meet you," said Dylan as he took a sip of water that was in front of him." I've asked you to come here because I want to discuss your future with our company." Dylan nodded as he let out a sigh of relief. He was glad that it was nothing too overly major.((OMG...why is Sarah sad o. O)) Kyrie read over the text but didn't send one back. Instead, he got up to shut his door and then sat on his bed next to a sobbing Sarah. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around him and began to stutter out the problem. Between sobs Kyrie tried to decipher what she was saying. The most he caught was that Sarah was having a rough day. She had supposedly gotten a test grade back saying she failed, her roommate and her had gotten into a horrible fight, she lost her job, and her love interest of the past four months had hooked up with one of her closest friends. Finally, after getting her to calm down Kyrie suggested they head out to lunch, or at least get away from the school and find some stress reducing activities to do together. He had hoped the day would have gone over quickly and without any problems, but he was always happy to cheer up Sarah when she didn't, so the turn of events didn't dampen his mood. Dylan wanted to disappear. He kept getting looks from everyone that was sitting near him. He could hear them whispering about him, rather loud whispering at that. All he wanted to do was leave and go back to of all places the dormitory. He began looking out the window as he saw various people going to and fro on their happy Saturday afternoons." Sere, have you heard a word that I said?" Dylan looked at the two other males and then looked rather embarrassed. He hadn't had heard anything that they had said. Looking down at the table he tried to figure out what they had said. Letting out a sigh his manager looked at him and said,"Let me bullet point it for you. Your boss wanted to congratulate you on a job well done, and we are talking now about your countrywide tour." Dylan whipped his head up to look at Larry and his producer. "What?!" he shouted out. "Really?!" The two men looked at one another as they both smiled, glad that their famous singer was happy. A waitress came over and asked them for their order. They ordered quickly, and then the waitress left leaving the three men by themselves again." Now you just have to choose where you want to start your tour. You can either start in the West and go East or Start East and go West," said his producer as he brought out a small map of cities that he would be visiting. Taking the map he smiled at the thought that his dreams were now all coming true. "How about we start where I had my first concert. Wouldn't that be awesome." The two men looked at one another and nodded." I think that that would be a marvelous idea. Though since you played there last night, we should wait to announce your tour. How about 2 weeks from today,"said his producer. Dylan nodded his head as he thought of all the wonderful things that his life was bringing. After Sarah fixed her and make up and headed out. Kyrie wanted to go somewhere close by, within walking distance, but Sarah insisted they go to a new, chic café that opened, on the other side of town. Like always, Kyrie gave in and found the keys to his car. Sarah was silent most of the way but seemed to be in a better mood, at least she wasn't crying still. "I'm having a party next week at my parent's vacation house. Are you coming?" Sarah asked, while texting rapidly on her cell phone. Kyrie smiled, "Do you even have to ask?" He wondered if Dylan would be going, or if maybe he should invite him to go. Kyrie was hesitant though, the guy always seemed so reclusive. Dylan tried to get his heartbeat from practically jumping out of his chest. He was so happy, so very happy. His dreams would soon become a reality. "This is wonderful," he said as he looked at his producer and his manager. "I am so glad that you gave me the chance to do this." The manager and the producer smiled at him and waved him on. The food that Dylan and the other two males had ordered got brought to their table." Dig in guys," said the producer as he took a bite of his meal. Dylan began digging into his food, but he ended up being rather clumsy as he got some ketchup on his nice white shirt. Excusing himself from the table he made his way to the bathroom where he began cleaning the shirt, hoping that it wouldn't stain. Kyrie and Sarah finally arrived at the café, it was modern and very stylish. At least it was tasteful. When Sarah had said 'chic' Kyrie had expected a hippy café with a vegan menu, seeing as Kyrie's preferences were worlds away from Sarah's. The café was also placed in the high-end district filled with pricey boutiques and five-star restaurants. Kyrie had a feeling he would be spending a lot of money before the day was over. Kyrie sat through lunch listening to Sarah vaguely. She was mapping out their day, each place they should go to and where they should stop at. Sarah said she'd make sure not to let him spend too much money. But Kyrie had a tendency to buy anything and everything when he was around Sarah. She was the one person he felt really relaxed around. Getting most of the stain out of his shirt he let out a sigh as he finished drying the shirt to the best of his ability. Walking back out of the bathroom he went back to his table as he scanned some of the tables. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him because he could have sworn that he saw Kyrie and some girl with him. He had to be going crazy though, there was no way that he could be here. It had to be that he was constantly thinking about Kyrie, that had to be it. That had to be the logical reason that he was seeing him everywhere. Coming back to the table he sat down and began eating his food as he began discussing with his manager and producer about his upcoming world tour. Kyrie was starting to enjoy himself more as he listened to Sarah being. Well Sarah. She could be pretty odd and funny sometimes. He liked that she always brought the mood and energy level up, no matter who she was around. However, his eye caught someone as they walked past, just over Sarah's shoulder. It was Dylan. Kyrie adverted his eyes quickly. He felt like he was stalking this guy now. He inwardly sighed before returning to his conversation with Sarah. However, he could deny himself small looks and glances over to where Dylan was sitting throughout lunch. He was eating with two older men, the lunch seemed more important than just a friendly lunch, but Kyrie had no way of knowing anything more. Dylan continued to eat his meal as he listened to his manager and his producer talking among themselves. He chimed in once in a while to put his input in. It was decided that he would begin his world tour at the end of the semester so that he wouldn't have to worry about any of his homework or be tied somewhere due to academic reasons. Glancing up again he scanned the people around their table. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched by someone. He had always been paranoid though, and he chalked it up to him being hyper paranoid of his surroundings. Furthermore, he finished the rest of his meal, and discussed everything in detail once it was done with Larry and his producer. The bill came, and his producer paid for it as they all stood up and went to the front and out the doors. Shivering a little bit he still couldn't shake the fact that someone was watching him. Scanning the people in the restaurant again his eyes came to rest on someone that looked suspiciously like Kyrie. Shrugging a little bit he decided that his mind was playing tricks on him, and he really was wanting to see someone that looked like Kyrie. That made him shiver a little bit because if that was the case then was he falling for Kyrie. Shaking his head he disregarded that idea, it wasn't even a viable possibility, as he walked out of the restaurant to the awaiting limo. He still had songs to record for another one of his CDs.

Secrets [0ri0n83 & Euphoria]|rating:3.0

Leaving Your Old Life Behind [NSFW] (UseAlex & Soft Strokes)

Aurora shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She hated the feeling of her clothes, but it was necessary for what she was here for. The26 year old woman was wearing a low-cut blazer that revealed a bit more of her cleavage than most girls would be comfortable with, and a short skirt with black thigh highs. Although she was distracted by the annoying fabric on her body, she scanned the area carefully. She had to be careful if she was going to find the person perfect for her needs... The small café was full of people, and a constant stream of new individuals came in every minute, making it the perfect place to sift through the crowds. A redhead in a tight t-shirt and red skirt had caught her eye, but when she leaned in and kissed her girlfriend, Aurora had dismissed her entirely. Too easy. Annamaria, or just Anna for short, sighed as she made her way down to the café. Fridays weren't her favorite days, despite what people and marketing tried to say. In fact, Fridays were her least favorite day simply due to having to finish the work needed to be done before they could actually meet the weekend requirements. As such, when she made it down to her favorite café for a small sandwich and a massive dose of coffee, she was all but completely tired out. It was only twelve fifteen too, meaning that she would have a long while to go before she actually managed to go home and finally relax. She entered the café in a simple long back skirt, button up white shirt and a small black pullover blazer, complete with a red tie to finish it all off. It was stereotypically 'businesswoman,' but likewise was the cheapest outfit to buy that met the company's standards. Hoisting her purse up on her shoulder, Anna made her way to the front counter, waiting in the line for a surprisingly short amount of time for the order and yawning in the middle of it. Once that'd been placed, it was simply a matter of waiting. She took a seat near to where Aurora was, sitting down into the chair and slumping forward onto her hand, rubbing her eyelids as she pulled her clothing around herself. She liked this seat since she could reach out and get her food without having to get up from the chair, meaning she had the next half hour to sit here and do whatever she wanted. Which, right now, was trying not to fall asleep. That coffee couldn't get here fast enough. As soon as the black-haired girl had entered the café, Aurora knew she was the one. The way she was dressed, the way she carried herself, and most importantly, the way she looked absolutely exhausted from her clearly white-collar job. And she had the body for it too. Even though she was all covered up by the formal clothing, Aurora could tell that she had nice curves, gorgeous long legs, and supple breasts. She stayed nonchalant while undressing the girl in her mind, but she was excited to have found her next project. Her heart began to beat faster, and she blushed with arousal just thinking about what the next few months of her life would be like. A huge smile spread across her face. It was time to get started. She reached down into her leather purse and seemingly didn't pull anything out. Secretly, however, she now held a tiny device in the palm of her hand. It was hardly bigger than a button, about a half-inch in diameter. The only feature of the tiny metal disk was a small red bulb in the center. Aurora enjoyed having this kind of power in her hand. This tiny, inconspicuous thing could change someone's life forever. Aurora stood and walked with confidence over to Anna's table. Once she reached the beauty's side, her devilish side took over, and she bent over slightly." Hey gorgeous, like what you see?" Right in the middle of the café without any concern for being seen, Aurora pulled one of her enormous D-cup breasts out of her blazer for Anna to see. She gave Anna a seductive wink before righting her clothes once again before too much attention was on her. In addition to Anna, however, more than a couple of people got quite an eyeful. Once the girl had the sandwich, at first that was all that she wanted to focus on. It looked tasty, and since this place prepared it all fresh, it meant that it was wonderful to eat. As such, it was a shock to her when she saw Aurora making her way over to her. She didn't know what the woman was actually doing, and because of that she was genuinely taken aback by what she saw. The very sight of something so...... lewd, right in front of her, and directed clearly right at her and nothing else, that was enough to throw her off her game to the point that she didn't even know what was going on. Her staring continued for a long while, not wanting to say anything but clearly needing to with the way that this girl.... was!"..." Staring at her for a little moment, Anna slowly blinked and raised her eyebrow, "I.... uh, they're nice, but, that's public indecency." She looked back down to her sandwich and took a hard bite, trying to focus fully on that, "I uhm, guess...... I'm, flattered for that? The gesture uhm, but, I'm not looking for, that sort of thing right now?" In her eyes, that sounded like what was happening her. This girl came up to her, flashed her, and was clearly coming onto her. But even with that in mind, she just gulped and turned her head to the side, "Uh..... so, yeah." With that done, she reached out and took her coffee which had just finished, turning away from the woman and focusing now only on her food. This was exactly the reaction Aurora was looking for. The girl was perfect. With her clothes full on again, but the same seductive smile still on her face, Aurora was nothing but friendly at the rejection." Haha, no worries." It was overly friendly, perhaps even inappropriately so, but Aurora took the opportunity to place her hand on the small of Anna's back. The tiny device still in her palm, she was able to press it against the girl's skin without drawing any attention to the act. At the same time, her other hand dropped a small card into Anna's purse. These stealthy acts were further masked by the friendly, "See you later!" And with that, the exchange was over. It had lasted hardly even fifteen seconds. Aurora spun on her heel and headed straight out of the café, knowing that she would indeed 'see her later', and that the black haired girl was hers. There was no escaping her fate now. Aurora was just another face in the crowd at this point, but she walked with purpose. Through the city streets, making her way to the old, abandoned Imperial Street Mall. It had shut down over a decade ago, but the building remained intact to this day. The exterior walls were covered in ivy, the parking lot was perpetually empty, and no one had been inside for years. Or that's the way it looked at least. As the only soul in sight, the tall redhead walked through the parking lot to the surprisingly sleek metal doors at the front of the mall. Someone could pound a hammer on the metal for 12 hours and not bust through, but as Aurora approached, the doors automatically slid apart silently and seamlessly for her. She stepped in, and the doors closed, locking once again, with no sign that she had ever been there. And now all she had to do was wait. Having her back touched by this woman was enough to make Anna jump hard in her skin. Just the feeling of having a hand on the small of her back was enough, but even still the fact this woman had just flashed her breasts at her a moment prior without even knowing her name was likely another cause to her stress. Thankfully for her, the strange woman moved away from her the second that she turned around, meaning that Anna was left to ponder her thoughts into the chewing of her lunch and the draining of the hot liquid down her throat. She sighed heavily at the sensation, leaning her head back and letting her eyes flutter shut, but quickly pulling them open. No, no she couldn't pass out right now! She'd leave that to when she got home, got some food and then had the chance to fully relax for the night. Of course, that precluded her having to go back to work. It wasn't that long before she made her way back in her car, driving quickly down the road back to her office. It was somewhat within walking distance to get to the café, but she didn't want to walk today. Instead, she just wanted to get everything done as quickly as possible while maximizing the actual time she spent. So it was with this that she yawned, punched her card into the system (or rather hit a few buttons on a keypad, nobody used actual cards now), and made her way to her desk. She sat a bit to the left of the back of the room, sitting in a small cubicle with a few others surrounding her. She internally sniggered at the fact she'd ended up in the literal definition of an office job, but the cubicles gave her privacy and she didn't have to talk to her desk neighbors. So once she sat down, she drained the last of her coffee, threw the cup into the garbage, and her fingers started to fly over the keyboard as she submerged into the flow of work. All the while Anna was dutifully working away at her computer, the clock was ticking down to the moment the trap she was caught in would finally snap. The inconspicuous device on her back was counting down to the unavoidable... Just about an hour and a half after Anna returned from her lunch break, the tiny red bulb on the disk lit up. The device had activated. And then! The bulb released a flash of light and a spherical field of energy shot out of it. Every bit of fabric that this energy touched vanished, as if simply being erased from existence. This field was the perfect size to completely destroy every fiber of Anna's business clothes. From Anna's perspective, she was just minding her own business when there was a bizarre flash of light, and then she was naked in the blink of an eye. No explanation, no way to rationalize how this could have happened, not even any way to imagine technology advanced enough to do something like this. It had somehow targeted her specifically, perfectly removing her clothes and nothing else. Her skin was left untouched and pristine, although a bit more exposed than before. It had even erased her shoes and socks, so she really was completely naked. Still, however, the device remained stuck to her skin, and it was attached firmly so even if she did notice its presence, she would be utterly unable to pry it off. Anna had gotten hard into the flow of her work. When she got into the flow, nothing would be able to get her out of it until she was finished. Or at the very least, that was usually what happened. She relied upon the coffee streak to get her through this, but that was when she saw the flash. She was focused entirely upon the screen, but when she looked down for a brief moment to see what it was, she noticed something wrong. Her sleeves, they weren't flesh colored. For a moment, she didn't even register what had happened. But it wasn't until she reached down and actually touched her skin that she realized something. Her sleeves weren't this color, they were gone. They were entirely gone! Her clothes they... they had... they were just gone. Her reaction was instantaneous. She let out a massive shriek, jerking down to the floor and looking hard around the cubicle. No, no there was't anything! What, what the hell?! Her clothes, they'd just vanished. Just completely gone! That didn't make any sense! How did solid matter just, just suddenly disappear right off her body! That single thought was suddenly joined with the fact that she was here... in the office.... with everyone she knew.... sitting right there!!! Gas! Anna's hands jerked around, trying to figure out what to do, what to grab onto, what to just, what to think!!! And in that vein, she quickly started to pant hard as the terror filled her body. This, this was, this was horrifying. Terrifying. She had to figure out what to do, right now! And with that in mind, she gently lifted her head up from the cubicle, looking over it and down to the girl next door, "Psst!" The girl quickly gasped and waved to get her attention, then moved her head out of her cubicle and around to talk to the girl, "Hey, hey! Something is very, verywrongright now!" She coughed, ".... look, I need you to, believe me right now, but my clothes just fucking vanished off my fucking back!!!" She whispered hard, "Did, did my clothes, I don't know, slide to your desk?!" The girl in the adjacent cubicle blinked a few times. She was clearly trying to process what was happening. Was it a prank? A joke? Whatever the case, she let out a confused, "Uhh...?" and gave a quick look around the floor of her cubicle, almost more to humor Anna than anything." No... No, uh, clothes over here... What are you talking about?" She stood and walked around the side of the cubicle entrance, instinctively trying to come closer to talk to her, but the moment her eyes fell on Anna's bare skin, she darted backward, turned away, and brought her hands up to her mouth. As this confused girl processed what was happening in the cubicle next to her, most likely ideas of her neighbor stripping naked for the thrill of it or having sex at work flashing through her head, Anna would discover one other function the incredible, unbelievable device had. Subtly, it was still emitting invisible fields of energy. This time, however, these fields were specifically in place around particular parts of her body. Functionally, this meant that she was unable to bring her hands to her chest, crotch, and rear end. Doing so would feel like trying to push two very strong magnets together when they have the same pole. It was just as if there was energy pushing her hands away, making it impossible to even cover herself up with her hands. "I just told you to fucking believe me! My clothes are missing! They just vanished lime some sort of goddamn magic trick!" Her harsh whisper was stunted when the girl got up to look at her, "Wait wait don't don't don't!!!" It was too late to do anything, however, for when she saw that she'd been seen, that mounting confusion turned OT pure fear. It was at this point she darted her hands forward, only to feel the polar effects occurring on her hands. The result was that her hands would only get as close as the sides of her breasts at best, and the sides of her hips overwise. It was at this point she darted behind her chair, using whatever amount of coverage she had in order to at least try to preserve... well, dignity at this point wasn't really an option, but at the very least contain this." L-Listen...." She sucked in a breath, "I told you, I'm sitting here, then there is a flash, and they'redone! Please, I need your help!" She looked around, "I, I think that I have a pair of clothes stashed in those lockers downstairs. If I give you my key, can you go and get them for me? Please?' She reached down into her purse, fishing around until she got her key out, "Look, I really, really need you to do this for me! Just, just use the key, the locker number is on the side of it!" She reached out with it, holding it out to the woman, "I-I promise, I promise I'll do whatever you missed getting it for me, but please I really need your help right now!" She hissed, "I can't let the others see me like this!!" The girl didn't really know what to say, but Anna seemed genuinely desperate. So she took the key and walked away. However, that was not the end of Anna's troubles. She was still in a crowded office building, and just because her cubical was mostly closed off didn't mean she had total privacy. Hardly any time at all went by before someone inevitably walked by the opening. She didn't seem to notice at first, but a completely naked girl crouching behind a chair is hard to miss. She caught a glance and stifled a giggle and ran off before Anna even had a chance to explain. She never had any reason to take note of how often people passed her cubicle, but now it seemed like she could not catch a break. Two more men walked by, discussing something unimportant, only to be caught off guard by Anna's form. Word was now spreading through the office and more than a few pairs of eyes peered over the cubicle walls on all sides to catch a glimpse. Were those... phones? A moment like this just can't pass you by. Anna's coworkers, people she saw every day, were happily snapping pictures or videos to immortalize the occasion. Finally, after a painfully long time, the girl returned, a small handful of Anna's clothes in her arms. At least she was trying to avert her gaze as she tossed them into her cubicle. However, there is no way this could end here. The device could sense whether Anna was wearing clothes, so as soon as she got the first piece on, another flash of light would remove it. No matter what she did, which article of clothing she donned, or how much she prayed, she was simply not allowed to clothe herself. Item after item would vanish without a trace. For a moment, Anna did indeed relax. The girl was leaving to go and get her clothes, and she hadn't asked for anything in return just yet. That moment of relief meant that she just had to wait until she got back, and this would blow over. Or at the very least, that was what she thought. It was a nice thought, one that she wished had happened, but instead it came that each person began to trickle into the area, noticing her one by one. The first time some girl giggled, Anna shot her hand out, "Wait, wait don't you dare, don't you fucking dare!" She tried to stop her, but it was already too late. And it was with this that the can of worms seemed to truly open." Stop!" Anna shouted once she saw the phones. Humiliation was filling her already, and that embarrassment was already filling its way into full-blown anger. But she couldn't stop them, not without leaving her cubicle, "Give me those!!" She swiped at each one, but it was no use. And of course, those who came to take pictures had to watch her. She tried to squeeze herself under her desk, but doing so hurt her neck too bad to consider. So for now, she had to stay hidden behind her chair, hiding, waiting, and praying for something to actually happen. When it did, it wasn't good. "All of you just go away! Just get away from me! Let me be here in peace!" She tried, tried harder, but with the redness on her face and the gazes of people walking by, that anger was now only a cover to the shame inside of her."Oh, god thank you so much!" She would have kissed the girl right now if she hadn't had to leave the cubicle. But... no, when she lifted the shirt over her head, everyone could see it disappear in a flash of light, "... t-the actual FUCK?!" At this point, she grabbed her own phone and turned it to Selfie, then tried to put a sock on. The same thing happened. Just that alone made her immediately dart her hands around her body, trying to figure out what was going on, "W-What, I don't, the hell?!" It was this frantic searching that meant she missed the device stuck to her, and instead she looked out and quickly decided it was time for her to leave work, "I-I...." she stood up, "I.... I have to. I have to go!" With this resolve in mind, Anna stood up and immediately ran. She knew how it looked; a girl who was panicking in her cub lice naked was now basically streaking across it. But she had to get home right now! She couldn't stay here at work, something was going on and she couldn't risk any more embarrassment! She just had to get to the elevator, down into her car, and she could take some backstreets home. Yes, yes that'd be it! That was the solution! Every step of the way, Anna was met with more eyes. You never realize just how many people are all around you until you are completely naked and each one is another source of utter humiliation. She must have passed over two dozen people during her mad dash through the office. The elevator would open to six men and women, only two of which exiting the elevator, meaning she was in for a very uncomfortable elevator ride. Worse, it seemed like more often than not, the people Anna passed were eager to see as much as possible, rather than giving her the courtesy of looking the other way. Once downstairs, she had no choice but to slink through the office lobby, catching a very confused and devilish grin from the receptionist. And then she was outside, where things only got worse! The short trek to her car was far from isolated, and she had to walk near a busy sidewalk just to get to her car parked on the opposite side of the parking lot. People would call out to her, "Nice tits!" and, "What an ass!" At least her car would provide some cover, but every red light was another opportunity for pedestrians or other drivers to notice her. Even if she got home, she still wouldn't know why this was happening. There was no relief from this cruel fate. The only hint she would be given came in the form of a mysterious card in her purse. All it said was,"If you cannot live like this come to the Imperial Street Mall" It didn't make sense. It shouldn't have made any sense, which it didn't, but that didn't give Anna any more comfort than she already had. Whatever this device was, it meant that whatever she would put on, it was vaporized or hidden or something was going on! Perhaps they were just being hidden or, or maybe, well she didn't know! She didn't know what was even fucking happening! But with that in her head, she had to run, had to get out, get home and at least get the privacy that she needed to sort all of this out. Driving was at least better in mind, but in practice, it seemed that it was going to be even worse than it originally seemed once she realized the traffic meant this wasn't going to be one straight shot home."....why....why.... why?!?" That was enough to make someone flee for life. It's mortifying, degrading! She couldn't even put her hands together right now just for that little shred of dignity it would preserve! The entire office had at least seen her, had at least gotten that one sight of her, or would hear about it soon enough. She... she couldn't go back right now! She had to go home, had to hide had to.... had to, to at least find out what was happening. Stopping at streetlights though were enough to frazzle her as she leaned her way down, hiding herself underneath the steering wheel as much as she could. Yet still, she heard them, heard a driver yell out, or heard someone comment on her body. She was too angry to consider doing something like yelling at them. She had to get home, use her anger to leave, use her anger to just figure out what the actual hell was happening to her!! She did indeed get home, did indeed at least get some reprieve. Well, only in the sense that she was now trapped within these walls. She soon found out trying to do something like wrap a blanket around herself was futile, as either the pole effects of her hands would make it hard to hold, or if she held it too close, it too vanished. She didn't even have energy to comment that it was her favorite blanket that had just gotten zapped, she had to figure this out. Furthermore, she reached around in her purse for her phone, maybe some gum to calm herself, but her anger meant she flung it all out on the counter instead. It was finding what she sought that brought her to the card." Live... like...... this!?" That was enough to truly piss Anna off. Or... well, at the very least, confuse the hell out of her. She thought for a long moment. If someone actually knew about what was happening to her, then.... then that meant that someone had done this to her. Someone? Or... yes, this didn't just happen! Or, she thought so. She had to go and figure it out! Figure out what was really happening to her! That anger was already fueling her as she quickly made her way out towards the car again, sucking in a breath. No time to think rationally. She had to figure out what was happening to her right now! And with that anger inside her, she quickly darted her way into the car. She made her way to the mall, this time again trying to ignore the anger. It was at least, somewhat out of town, meaning she could get there with being noticed.... less. Once she arrived, Anna made her way to the front entrance. She was still naked, still pissed, still..... terrified. And as such she darted her way to the front door, still angry and groaning hard as she knew how naked she was. So... so naked. She made her way to the front entrance, sucking in a breath and then hitting her fist on the door, "HEY!" she yelled, "OPEN UP!" The mall looked completely abandoned. Were there really people inside? People with access to this kind of tech? The doors were the only hint, being sleek and metal, although this inconspicuous enough that someone could easily walk right by without thinking too much about it. Anna hardly needed to slam her fist on the door, as it opened immediately afterward, sensing the presence of the device and opening automatically. As Anna looked in, she would see... not very much. Inside was a nearly-featureless metallic room. The only things besides smooth, gray walls were an identical door on the opposite side of the room, a plain-looking sign in the center reading, "Please wait here" and two red rings painted on the floor just before the sign. As soon as Anna would walk in, the doors would slide shut and lock behind her. One of the first things the girl would notice is that the metal floor is not nearly as cold as it looks. In fact, the material is perfectly comfortable to walk on barefoot; much better than the hard concrete she just came from. It was slightly warm to the touch and almost... soft to tread upon. Once inside, Anna would notice one other feature: A camera in the corner pointed down at the center of the room. There was nothing to do. She couldn't leave, couldn't pry either of the doors open, nothing. The sign might as well not even be there, because waiting was her only option. However, perhaps it was meant to ensure she waited near the painted rings on the floor, because once she was near, the device on her back activated once again. Just as it had stopped her from covering her body with her hands, it now used the same force to align her feet with the rings, which were just slightly more than shoulder-length apart. With her legs spread and held in place, the metal in the rings opened like the iris of a camera and close again, locking her ankles in two cuffs set into the floor. As soon as this was complete, and Anna really was restrained in place, the floor beneath her opened and mechanics rose up around her. The machine beneath her feet enclosed her legs in metal and pulled her arms down as well. When the bizarrely advanced symphony of mechanical arms was through manipulating Anna's position and descended back into the floor, the girl found herself restrained and displayed in what looked like a small cart on wheels. Finally, the door that lead further into the mall slid open silently, and Aurora stood in its open frame. Unlike the last time Anna had seen her, she was now almost completely naked. She was wearing Lacey thigh highs, a tiny pair of panties, and lingerie that did nothing but frame her exposed breasts." It's so good to see you again! And finally I can fully enjoy your amazing, naked body!" {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} When Anna entered the room, it wasn't what she was expecting. A mall, should have opened its doors either into one of the department stores, or should open into the main area to travel between them, right? But instead, when she did, it wasn't anything like that, "What the...?" When she first entered, the doors had opened just like any motion activated doors would. But the second she was inside, she heard something. A little 'click' from behind her as the doors shut, "Wait... wait..." She turned around to look at them, but when she moved back and forth to try and activate the doors again, they didn't open, "What the fuck?!" She quickly hit her hands on the doors, "Hey, Hey! HEY!" She shouted, "Open the goddamn doors!" It was no use. The more she tried, the more she found that it was pointless. Her shouting at the door was likely the cover that meant she didn't notice the red rings at first, and was too late to try and resist the pull of the machine as it worked. The poles that had been created on her hands, now they seemed to form between her ankles as the door behind her, meaning now suddenly they were instead pulled towards each other. Once on the rings, her feet were swallowed up by them, and while it wasn't painful nor did she even truly feel the metal clamp shut, she felt instantly the fact her feet were now trapped under the floor, and she couldn't do anything about it."WHAT THE ACTUAL?!" Now Anna was really terrified. Sure, having her clothes zapped off was one thing, but now having her entire pulled forward until a cart had seemingly risen up from the floor to engulf most of her arms and legs to leave her bent forward over a small hump, that was far worse. She jerked her hands upwards, tried to twist her body, but it was like rather than these beings cuffs, her limbs had just been encased fully. Her rear was no on full display, now showing her small and plump lower lips, and her beautiful rosebud. There was now no cover, no ability to hide. She was trapped." W... What?! YOU?!" Anna's volume wasn't anywhere near decent at this point, "Tits girl?!" Seeing what she wore was one thing: she looked like a stripper at a slutty strip club, wearing only something to count as 'covering' her in a technical sense. Her cries turned into snarls, "Enjoy me?! What's going on here?! Get me out of this damn thing! Right now! Get me out of it!" She tugged hard, "And stay the fuck away from me while you do!" Aurora put her finger to her lip playfully and feigned that she was considering doing what Anna demanded." Hmmmmmmm.... No." She stepped toward the restrained girl and let her hand rest on Anna's raised ass." I'm officially your Mistress, which makes you my property and my responsibility. I'm going to be showing you around your new home, and training you to act properly." She closed her hand, squeezing Anna's flesh lustfully." And it's going to be so much fun, too! Now, you've obviously got a bit of an attitude, so I'm only going to ask nicely once. Keep your slutty mouth shut for now, or I'll be using this." Aurora pulled out a plastic, red ball gag and dangled it in front of Anna's face threateningly. This was no ordinary ball gag, but there was no way Anna could tell just what was special about it for now. It was covered in tiny holes, but there was nothing that made it look special or different, really. However, in reality, this was another device that was capable of technological feats that Anna would never imagine possible. Aurora was internally hoping that the girl would speak up, just giving her an excuse to use the thing on her. "You're officially my?!" Anna had only one emotion right now: shocked rage. Each word out of this woman's mouth was making her even angrier than she had been before. Just having a hand now placed on her raised rear made her snarl out, "Property?! I don't know who the fuck you think you or, or what sort of game you're getting off on right now, but if you don't let me go I'll see to it, you'll never get a chance to play another game again! I took all sorts of those classes when I was younger!!!" It was at this point that Anna tried to pull herself from the cart again. It wasn't any good. Her limbs were just encased in it, and whatever material was inside was like some sort of smooth gel that had hardened around them. Or at the very least, it felt that way. The fact she was currently being restrained was only second to the fact that right now, she was being presented to this woman. Seeing the ball gag was another straw that made her growl, "Slutty mouth?! Between the two of us, right now I'd say miss 'flash my big tits to some stranger in public' is the bigger slut right now! Get that thing away from me and let me out! Don't make me say it another goddamn time!" She yanked her entire body up as hard as she could.... resulting in the wheels on the cart moving a small bump off the ground. That was all the backtalk that Aurora was going to take out of Anna. With expertise that comes from doing it many times before, she stuffed the ball gag into Anna's mouth, keeping her own fingers far from biting range, then quickly tied the straps behind her mouth. It was big enough that Anna couldn't close her mouth, and saying anything else was certainly impossible. Aurora just giggled." You're a feisty one. This is going to be even more fun than I thought! But you're right, you know. I am proud to present my gorgeous body, while you cover yourself up and have no interest in the fairer sex. The female body must be properly used to create and maximize pleasure for other females. But you will learn. And that brings me to the gag in your mouth..." Aurora produced a second ball gag, identical to the first. No, it wasn't a gag at all, but it had the same red, plastic ball with the tiny holes in it, but the straps were all wrong. You would never be able to strap that to someone's head. Aurora stepped forward, so her crotch was right before Anna's face and lowered her panties to her thighs. The woman was absolutely shameless, standing proud with her bald womanhood exposed. It was clear that she was very aroused, and her soft flesh gleamed with liquid lust. But she was still moving with purpose. She placed the second red ball on her labia, and wrapped the straps around her hips. Finally, she pulled her panties back up, forcing the ball deeper inside herself. Finally, the function of the device revealed itself as Anna tasted pussy juice. Somehow the one Aurora had nestled in her pussy was soaking up her cum and transporting it to the one in Anna's mouth. The tiny holes all around the ball was leaking the intimate fluid, with no way to stop it from staining her taste buds." Aha! Your first taste! How do you like it? You better get used to it, bitch!" "MMMGRRHHHHH!" At this point, that was all that the girl could even get out. With the gag forced into her mouth, she couldn't form words anymore. It was the perfect size: small enough for her to not have to hinge her jaw painfully to keep it in, but large enough to make it so she couldn't close her lips around it nor open her jaw enough to let it loose. The straps were almost unnecessary in that regard, but they certainly completed the look. She writhed once more in the cart, but by now the effort of just trying to lift the thing upwards enough to get free had almost tired her out entirely. It meant that when the next bit of the device activated, she was given the chance to see, or rather taste, a sample of what was to come. Or rather, cum itself. Rather than the device acting like some sort of gusher for her, it instead operated like she'd soaked a sponge in water, then let it rest on her hand. It slowly seeped out naturally, meaning that at first she didn't know and instead mistook it for just her own saliva. But It wasn't until she looked to see the woman again that the strange taste came in. It wasn't a taste that she knew well, but once she figured out what it was, her eyes bulged. Immediately, she tried to spit, tried to gag, tried to get it just out of her mouth, but the gag seemed to have some sort of ability to keep it within her mouth. It was disgusting, humiliating, degrading! And after about a minute of it, she was forced to swallow it simply due to it building up inside of her mouth. She looked over to Aurora again and shook her head side to side, like a cat with a toy." Ppfhghg!!" That was about the best she could manage noise wise. All she succeeded in doing was just sounding silly. She hated the taste already simply on the principle of what it was, and hated even more that she couldn't get rid of it! Aurora was simply beaming! She looked like she was having the time of her life, letting out a satisfied sigh. There was, however, still work to be done. She finally gripped the handle of the cart and spun it around toward the open doorway. Surprisingly, the handle was on the same side as Anna's head. It would have been natural to assume that Aurora would push the cart forward from behind, so Anna could see where she was going, but this was backwards from reality. As it was, Anna's exposed butt was in the front, leading the way, and her head was in the back pointed straight into Aurora's still-sopping crotch. She pushed Anna through the threshold, and though she was facing backward, she could still look around and see the place she just entered. It was structured like a mall, but that was as far as the similarities went. Really, it looked more like an enormous, open lounge. There were plush couches sitting out, drapes and curtains lining what was once the storefronts, and sunken areas to lounge and chat. Just as when this place operated as a mall, there was a second story, which was a series of balconies looking down on the bottom floor. Most concerning of all, this place was densely populated. Anna could see dozens of women going about their business here, and the majority of them were completely nude. Girls confidently strutting the walkways, their exposed breasts bouncing subtly with each step. They were all gorgeous. Some girls had chosen to drape themselves in lingerie, similarly to Aurora. However, it was soon apparent that not everyone was here happily. Aurora pushed the cart past a girl who was on all fours with a collar around her neck and a leash held by a domineering woman. The poor girl was bright red, looking like she was humiliated beyond imagination, but didn't dare cover up her nakedness. Her mistress sharply commanded, "Present!" and the leashed girl raised her ass up in the air and held it there, her face pressed down into the ground. The mistress lovingly praised her with a, "Good girl!" and rewarded her performance by groping and squeezing her soft butt. The stores had all been renovated to serve different purposes. As Anna passed the one closest to the door, Aurora plucked the device off Anna's back and dropped it in a receptacle full of hundreds of the things. The next store looked like a place designed specifically for women to engage in orgies, and there were currently four girls wrapped around one another and moaning loudly. Being pushed out into the unknown ass-first, with her body on display was as humiliating as it was angering. At first, Anna just shot daggers up to Aurora, but it didn't seem like she really did care about that. Instead, it seemed that the anger she was shooting at her was just a part of the course, meaning that she was just fueling into everything. But the taste that was filling her mouth kept that anger strong, and made it harder for her to think straight. She continued to try to spit it out, but now she was certain that the gag was just recycling whatever was coming out of it to ensure she was swallowing it. Every minute or so, she'd start to get red in the face, then be forced to swallow, a large gulp that could be heard from just the amount of her own spit mixed with this woman's nectar. It was disgusting in ways that she couldn't even put into words right now. The difficulty of seeing the room past Aurora's body was difficult, but what she did see made it so she wanted not to look again. The building was like a mall, but truly only in the skeleton only. From what she could see, the first floor was a combination of both massive open lounge areas and small apartment-looking cubicles that she could see some women inside. From the fact that these apartments had relatively large windows that were open, she could see they looked like some sort of hotel room. She could see women alone, women that were dominating other women, this entire play was just full of only women. The closest thing she saw to a man was a girl that was strapped to a bondage X, with some strange looking glowing dildo ramming her with a fucking machine while it looked like she was being both pleasured and tortured at the same time. From Anna's perspective, this place looked about as high end as it came. The floors were velvet, there were beautiful yellow lights dangling around, the couches looked to be something one would spend their entire year's salary on, and all of it was incredibly well-kept. Even if there was debauchery everywhere, this place was still beautiful. Seeing the device falling into the little container answered her question as to what happened to her clothes.... not that it really made her happy in the first place to know! She looked up to Aurora again, still flashing at her those angry eyes. The orgy that was going off beside her made her cringe. Just seeing that didn't sit well with her. It wasn't even her aversion right now to women -though she was most certainly straight mind you!- but the fact it was right here, out in open for people to just look in and see. That women making that one present, those four going at it, the fact she was wheeled in on a cart itself, the gag.... at this point Anna felt like this was all just a dream! She jerked her head forward, trying to strike Aurora's gut with it, but only succeeded in bashing her head onto the cart's handle. She whined as the dizziness took hold from it. Aurora could not be any more casual about pushing a completely naked and restrained girl through a public place. There was a girl sitting on one of the couches whose skin was gleaming with sweat. She looked like she just got done cumming her brains out and was sitting down before her legs gave out under her. Aurora wheeled Anna right up to this girl and cheerfully addressed her,"Hey Tessa, check out this piece of ass I picked up today!" Aurora came around, placing both hands on Anna's rear end, squeezing and then spreading her to reveal everything to the stranger." You're so lucky! That girl looks like she will serve you well!"" Yeah, and check out her pussy."" Not bad!" Tessa reached out and spread Anna's pussy lips apart, inspecting her soft, pink insides without regard for Anna's desires." You think that's nice, give me a couple of hours and this bitch will cum when you spread her like that! I'm taking her to get altered right now." As Aurora pushed Anna away, the degrading conversation fresh in her mind, she spoke to the trapped girl once again." The first step in fixing you will be to make your body better. If you want to fit in around here, you have to look the part! Bigger boobs, more sensitive pussy, more intense orgasms. I'm going to do the works on you!"Finally, the two of them reached their destination. At the back of the mall, there was an apartment dedicated to altering girls' bodies, just as Aurora promised. As Anna was wheeled in, she saw a large machine that took up the majority of the space, with a control panel nearby. To the side of this, however, there was a dildo and a vibrator sticking out of the machine on long rods. Aurora wheeled Anna right up to these devices, which were obviously built at the right level to interface with girls in these carts. The cart's wheels fell into two tracks and slid backwards until the thick, pink dildo pushed into Anna's pussy and the vibrator pressed against the girl's clit. Luckily, for the moment, both these devices were off." Before we get to the alterations, let's have a little fun! I need you to cum, so I can see just how much more intense I need to make your orgasms." Aurora pulled the ball out of her panties, and after only a few seconds the taste of pussy nectar subsided. However, Aurora placed the device on the cart, right between Anna's legs. If she produced enough nectar of her own, it would drip onto the ball and be transported right into Anna's mouth. Without warning, Aurora flipped the switch and simultaneously the dildo began to slide in and out, while the vibrator buzzed away on her clit. Anna's eyes were still flashing red as she felt Aurora reaching back and presenting her right to this Tessa chick. This place was wrong on so many levels, but to get wheeled up and then shown off to someone like they were a toy that was just being so casually inspected and given an appraisal, that was making her angry. Yet again though, the cart was designed to make her unable to move both it and her body, so she instead just snarled through her gag. That only made her gag again as she felt the juices being made to slide down her throat, in a way that was making her start to wish she didn't have a sense of taste just so she didn't have to taste Aurora on her tongue every waking moment! Wait, hours? Cum from just getting spread? That was enough to make Anna jerk her body again. This... what was going on here?! She was first humiliated at work, then told to come here, and now she was being wheeled around some sort of sex maniac coven that was clearly thinking she was going to convert to them! That wasn't going to happen, but Aurora's words were making her fear that wasn't up to her. Do the works on her? She darted her head up to the girl and spat at her, trying to show her disdain yet again. But a gag that was making her swallow Aurora like she was eating the girl out made that rather difficult to pull off. When the two arrived at the 'department store,' at this point there was a worry that was blossoming into a fear. That fear was enough to make her gag again, and as she turned her head to see, the fact she couldn't see the inside of the machine itself was worrying her. Worse still was the fact she was being wheeled over to the two prongs sticking out, only to find those weren't prongs. Nothing about this was right! But that fear was making her struggle again, even if by this point it looked more like shaking." Mghgh! McMahan! Mmmmnnnnn!" When she was wheeled over and pressed against the prongs, she knew what they were instantly. This, this was a reading?! What was going to be done to her?! She looked up to Aurora, for the first time showing what looked like actual fear. She wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but the fact that apparently she was going to get altered, against her will, and she didn't know what that was had sunk in. The machine, however, was an unfeeling thing, and instead she was trying to direct it at Aurora. It... wasn't working well in her favor. That was only until the machine was started, and her body tensed up hard against it. Anna only lasted maybe a minute and a half before she finally came. When she did, her body seized up, and she let out a loud choke into her gag. She spat again as her orgasm registered on a nearby screen, displaying data for what had just happened. Sadly for Aurora but thankfully for Anna, she produced maybe only a few drops of nectar, which instead trailed down her legs instead of hitting the gag. Anna, however, was still just made to cum by machine, and she panted hard as she tried to focus on herself again. It didn't take long for her to recover, but even still it registered everything. Her baseline nectar was far below average, her orgasm strength seemed average enough, and her sensitivity read a bit below average but nothing outside of one standard deviation. All things she didn't know where about to change. Aurora poured over the information, deciding just what alterations to make to the poor girl. Finally, she spoke once again, acting disappointed, despite the smile on her face. She was loving every moment." Oh dear, this won't do at all... Your pussy is not nearly sensitive enough, and your orgasm wasn't as strong as it needs to be. And you barely even squirted at all. I'm very disappointed in you, young lady!" Aurora pressed a button, and the sex toys retracted from Anna's body. It must have been a relief, but she had no idea what was actually happening behind her, because she was facing away from the machine. The dildo had pulled out of her, but a panel had slid open on the machine directly behind, revealing complicated machinery inside. The cart she was trapped in slowly began to wheeled backwards along its track, inching into the enormous device. Aurora simply watched with words dripping with seduction, "Time to fix you~!" The cart locked into place, interlocking with mechanisms meant to interact with it, while Anna's body protruding from the top filled a cavity designed to snugly hold her. Once in position, she was secured tightly, and could only watch as the panel slid shut once again, closing her off from the outside, and plunging her into darkness. While she could no longer see, she could feel what happened next. The devices all around her began to manipulate her body. First, the cart split apart to retract her limbs from them, but the cavity contouring around her curvy form meant she could not move an inch. The cavity itself, however, shifted its shape, which forced her body to move with it. From the all-fours position the cart held her in, her arms and legs lifted straight up in opposite directions until her arms and legs were held straight out from her body and she was doing the splits still lying face down. Something pressed up against her crotch, spreading her pussy lips and ass apart to make her more accessible to what was to come next. Then there was a lull, and Anna heard Aurora's voice through a speaker near her ear." We'll begin with your sensitivity. Soon your pussy will be more obedient than you are!" "This.... Disappointed?!" Anna was still reeling from such a hard and fast violation. She'd rarely ever gotten off to that degree before, and rarely so done in such a short amount of time. Her head still slightly reeling from it, so when the cart suddenly started to move backwards, that was the thing to jolt her back into reality, "W-Wait, wait!" The fear returned in force as she felt the way the cart seemed to draw her backwards into the maw of this machine, yet she couldn't crane her neck anywhere near enough to be able to see what it was she was being lowered into. It was that primal fear of being dragged into the unknown, yet now it was combined with the fear of having someone else ready to.... to fix her!" Stop, stop stop stop!" Anna's voice went up and octave, "Stop this right now!! You don't have my permission to do any of this!" As though to add to the fear, being submerged in total darkness made her let out a little shriek involuntarily. She could now only feel what was about to happen, and that made it even worse. When the cavity started to shift, she let out a hiss, "Own own own own OWN!" Anna was not the most flexible girl, and as such being made to essentially do the splits while being held down against the metal cavities holding her still hurt a good deal. From what she could tell, it felt like two metal molds were holding her back and front in place, while her arms and legs were free to be manipulated. She groaned hard as she heard what sounded like a loud 'click!,' as though to show she was now in the optimal position. The 'thing' that was now pressing against her made her suck in a breath. Having her pussy spread was one thing, but feeling her ass opened similarly was a feeling that, while not painful, felt strange on too many levels. The spreading gave the machine the perfect access straight into her, showing them whatever they needed. But hearing the speaker go off next to her ear about set her off as well." Sensitivity?! LET ME OUT!" Anna's struggles were now not out of anger, but terror. Her breathing picked up as she jerked herself, "LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!" "I can barely even hear you in there, slut! Are you begging for me to push your pussy to its absolute limit? You don't have to worry about that, it's mandatory!" The first thing that happened as the process began was a nozzle pressed up against Anna's spread pussy. A moment later, it released a torrent of fluid into the girl, filling her pussy with the alteration potion completely. Next, Anna felt something much worse, as a wedge of some kind forced its way into her hole. The machine had justcorkedher pussy to keep the potion from leaking out. Instantly, Anna would be able to feel the effect it was having. It would involuntarily arouse her, but also fundamentally change how sensitive she was to stimulation." Every orgasm you have makes that potion even more potent! To serve me well, you need to be ultra sensitive, so you know what that means... Time to cum your brains out, bitch!" Of course, if this was really true, it meant that Anna had a fighting chance. If she could keep from climaxing, it would limit how much her body was changed. However, she had no idea the depths of stimulation she was about to be plunged into. A moment later, a dozen different sources of stimulation she wasn't even aware of activated at once. Where the cavity cradled her butt began to shift to grope and squeeze it, occasionally even giving her a sharp spank. A well-lubricated dildo shot into her ass, and immediately began to thrust in and out. Likewise, she felt her breasts being fondled, with a strong focus on tweaking her nipples in just the right way to maximize pleasure. Even the cork that had plugged her up had begun to spin inside her, rubbing against her interior walls that were flooded with the potion and changing to be more sensitive with every second. The worst, however, was the vibrator. It pushed up and nestled her clit before it turned on, buzzing harshly against her most sensitive spot. The only light inside this 'machine' was that of some outside light glinting against the metal of the apparatus behind Anna. This meant that when the process began, Anna was still being held immobile and in total darkness. She shrieked out when she felt something pressing inside her, making her gasp with the cold tip. When it sprayed something into her, the feeling was alien, making her look around the tube in shock as she tried to process what was going on with it. But what she didn't expect next was to suddenly have something corking her pussy, a long metallic cone that seemed to expand on the end to create a vacuum seal inside of her. It felt similar to her putting the vacuum cleaner tip on her arm, but this time it was right on top of her most sacred of places." It... Furthermore, it what?!" That was the last thing Anna said before the machine began in earnest with her. For that brief moment, there was some hope in this. She could not cum, that wasn't hard to do when it was just something as simple as a cork. But no, it seemed either the Mistress or the machine was on top of that, for it seemed that every ounce of her body was being given the full treatment. It started with the dildo slamming into her ass, a feeling that burned at first, but the lubrication quickly acting to soothe it and instead bring her delight in a way she had never felt before. Feeling her ass being spanked and fondled made her body arch, as it was such precise and unrelenting in its wake. Mechanical fingers seemed to scan her breasts and then go for them, working to make sure those mounds were sending spikes right into her spine. But indeed, a vibrator nestling on her clit was the icing on the cake, giving those thousands of bundled nerves a mountain of pleasure to course right through her, and break whatever walls she would have. In front of Aurora was a small screen that showed a slider. Just as Aurora had said, Anna was cumming her brains out within only thirty seconds. Every orgasm she had would show on screen, and the machine was timed to continue until it had reached the bar that its operator had set. There were factory settings, which many women could use if this was their first catch, but instead it gave Aurora full control over what to do. She could set the girl as sensitive as she wanted to, to the point where she couldn't wear clothes even. Of course, to pass the time, a screen was showing every single orgasm that coursed and crashed through Anna, capturing every second of her life being slowly changed and altered away. Aurora knew that sensitivity was only the beginning. She had plans for the girl far beyond what the "factory settings" were. She had the slider set to a point that would be far past anything naturally possible. The best part was that the alterations had already begun, meaning the alterations would take effect faster and faster. It was a nasty feedback loop. After the first few orgasms, Aurora knew the girl would already be feeling herself becoming more sensitive. It would make it even harder for Anna to resist cumming, which would make her even more sensitive, and so on. Of course, there was one little thing that potentially could stand in the way... For a moment, all the stimulation came to a stop. Aurora was preparing the second alteration, which would be the most devastating if completed right in the middle of this treatment. The machine was preparing a syringe to Aurora's specifications as she pulled another slider down to its absolute minimum. The words on the panel read,'Refractory period: 0 seconds'She would have her refractory period removed entirely. With a devious smile, Aurora hit the button and the syringe instantly poked Anna just below her clit and injected the most powerful version of the bright blue chemical. Now she would be able to experience her new life to the fullest potential. Immediately all the stimulation hit Anna once again, and this time even her own refractory period could not offer the slightest relief. Aurora's breathing had increased as the thought of Anna squirming in there turned her on. She just had one hand on the control panel, with her other hand pressing against the front of her tiny panties. Anna was still attempting to make sense of the machine that was working on her. Each orgasm she felt was getting even more powerful. She was feeling more and more going into her, yet nothing new was being added. All of it was just the machine doing whatever it was to her right now. The cork still inside her felt larger than it had before, the machines working her nipples and clit felt as though she'd just turned them all the way up to their maximum setting and continuing past even that. There was no hope for not orgasming now; all she was doing in there was just trying to delay the inevitable. And as such, when it all finally stopped, Anna's hips were still bucking in the air and her entire body was coated in sweat. The machine rotated Anna so that now, rather than facing the 'floor' of this tube, now she was facing the 'ceiling' of it. She panted hard, trying to catch her breath. She couldn't see in the darkness. Whatever was being planned, she couldn't tell. And as such, she just whined, "S-Stop.... please..." Anna's words came strained and pained, "P-Please I'll, I'll do whatever, you want. J-Just please.... let me go... I-I can't take it anymore..." She shrieked out as she felt the syringe going right into her sensitive area. For a long moment she worried about it. But after a bit she realized that it was just the start of the second round, "W-Wait, no, no, no no, no no, no!! Please no, no, no I'll be good whatever you want just not anymore!!" The machine rotated Anna so she was facing downwards again. Once it had, it now shifted Anna so that her feet and head were brought closer together. Her pussy was now at the apex of her body, giving the machine even more access. Just having the vibrator put on her clit made her cum. The orgasm ripped through her, causing her to squirm again and a breathless cry to come from her lips. True to whatever this machine was doing, her ability to cum was being increased. The machine's toys started again, and now her orgasms were coming within thirty seconds... twenty seconds... fifteen... ten.... five.... all the way down to just three seconds after the other. It was perhaps all the brutal stimulation, but now the girl was cumming so fast she didn't have any time to fully process what was happening to her. All this information about Anna's reactions were recorded and available to Aurora. Despite the absolutely absurd point the poor girl had reached, Aurora was determined to push her further. Yes, even cumming every few seconds was not enough! She had pushed girls beyond this point before. Once again, the stimulation took a momentary break. Anna had absorbed all the sensitivity potion that was injected into her at this point, so the cork was removed. This, however, was not to give her any sort of relief, but to make room for it to be knocked up another notch. Instead of the cork plugging up her pussy, a thick dildo, which was even bigger, lowered behind her raised and accessible crotch and plunged inside without warning. This dildo ejaculated more of the potion out of its tip, filling her once again as it began to thrust hard into her, slamming into her cervix with every thrust. There was no need to cork the potion inside her anymore, because her rapidly spasming pussy could now absorb it nearly as fast as it could be pumped inside her. This was especially true with what came next... The same sensitivity potion was sprayed onto her breasts and butt, and the devices fondling her began to rub the potion into her already-sensitive skin, making it even more sensitive. Aurora was most concerned with Anna's pussy being as orgasmic as possible, but she needed a boost in her other erogenous zones as well. She had timed it, so all three areas would finish their sensitivity heightening at the same time. But until then, Anna was treated to a whole symphony of unwanted stimulation. The kneading of her hanging breasts and raised ass were precisely designed to be as pleasurable as possible, both her holes were stuffed with long dildos which were flying in and out of her, and the treacherous vibrator hugging her clit never let up. Unknown to Anna, the potion smeared on her boobs had been mixed with one other kind of potion as well. Subtly, her soft, round bust was increasing in size. There were so many things that Anna was feeling at the moment. Feeling, however, was all she could do, for orgasmic bliss this often was taking away the ability she had for rational thought. The cork removed didn't even register for her simply because it was such a fast replacement and one that didn't even have the time to register with her addled mind. Her orgasms were now almost right after the other, something she hadn't even though possible. She'd gone from minutes to perhaps one to two seconds for each. Her body was being pushed to its absolute limit. Anna wasn't able to do anything except accept it happening to her. Accept that it was going to be all she could feel for the moment. And that acceptance was all that she could take. And thus, by the time the potions were being used on her, she was just drooling and a limp mess by this point. Anna herself just whimpered as she felt the feeling of her bust starting to expand. She went easily from a hefty BB cup to easily a D cup and possibly even up to an E. At the same time, her rear was expanding to match her new body. Her proportions were becoming far more pronounced and exaggerated, She shook again as sweat shined on her entire body, and what little juries she was producing was sliding all the way down her thighs. Anna's body shone on the monitor. Every alteration that the girl was being force dot undergo was horrifying to her... yet perhaps to this society, she was being seen as apostle beautiful. And thus, it continued. Finally, the changes to her sensitivity were complete. For the rest of Anna's life, she would be constantly aroused and unable to keep from cumming at the smallest of simulations, and could even reach climax if enough attention was given to her bust or rear. There was just one final thing to take care of... her ejaculation potential. For the first time since the process began, the girl was allowed a moment to rest. Slowly, her body shimmering with sweat was rotated into a more natural position for her. She was upright, but with her legs still bent and spread apart, as two long devices extended toward her crotch. One attached to her clit, hugging it tightly but not stimulating it yet, and the other closed over the rest of her pussy. Then, the device on her clit became warm as it emanated energy into her body, subtly altering her. After twenty seconds of this, it stopped and the device on her pussy ran a finger along her slit, stimulating her the minimum amount to make her now immensely sensitive womanhood cum. It siphoned away her nectar, measuring exactly how much she produced, and then the clit device activated once again to further increase her ejaculation potential. It continued like this over and over, first twenty seconds of warm energy passing into her body, then a touch on her trembling lower lips that was so minor, yet still enough to wrench an involuntary orgasm from her, and then measurement of her steadily increasing wetness. The machine notified Aurora that Anna was now squirting the standard amount, but the woman told it to continue and so it did. Again and again it pushed her squirting potential higher until she was producing an embarrassing amount of nectar. Finally, she was squirting as much as Aurora desired and Anna's new body was complete! The machine released her, and she was deposited into a small space at the bottom, before a conveyor belt under her form slid her out of the alteration machine into the open once again. The final thing that happened right before Anna was spat out of the machine was a collar was fitted around her neck, and Aurora held the leash. When Anna finally felt her body being given that moment to rest, everything seemed to freeze for her. Her body was still heaving hard as her newly altered body had just been put to several tests. And as such, she continued to pant, continued to huff, continued to just try and think straight again. The feelings were far, far too much for her to even process still. But being upright meant she was at least able to stop feeling gravity acting on her skull. But that wasn't anywhere near as much as she could take, and it was completely forced upon her. When the two machines descended and affixed onto her, just that alone made her body jerk upright from it. Her.... her womanhood, it was to the point that just touching it was near orgasmic. And just as it ran the finger through her slit, she cried out and came. Anna shook hard as the machine started its slow and painful process. Each time she was made to cum, she came a little more. More juices. More squirting. A voice in the back of her head showed her how humiliating this truly was. But nothing was going to stop its steady march. The standard for the facility was a single cup, above average for most women and easily manageable. But no, Anna was pushed beyond that. She was pushed until she perhaps was hitting between 2 and 4 cups depending on how hard her orgasm was. How her body was even producing this much fluid, she'd never know. It likely had something to do with the warm heat on her clit. But by the time it was done, not only did she look different from before, but she was just trying to hold herself in from more orgasms by the feeling of the belt rubbing on her ass. When she was deposited down onto the floor, the collar around her neck made a little ding. The collar had several options outfitted into it: multiple types of shocks for obedience training, an adaptable clip for any type of bondage, and most important a dog tag with her name on it. She fell onto the floor once she was ejected from it, muttering something about her head as she remained there. Right in front of her new Mistress.

Leaving Your Old Life Behind [NSFW] (UseAlex & Soft Strokes)|rating:2.0

Classified..Area 69

At 27 Dr. Kimberly Custom was not only a bright researcher but also quite attractive which helped her career. She stood 5'10 with short natural red hair and about 130# with 40" long legs and firm perky 32C breasts. She worked for the government at a lab that "didn't exist" where experiments and "research" was done on captured alien specimens. She arrived at the lab in a white blouse. Black pleated skirt 2" above the knees dark brown pantyhose and 2" white heels as she checked in on a specimen that had tentacles like an octopus and the size of a small dog. She entered the glass cell and begin to take notes. -Her Partner in the same Lab Charles standing 6 foot even with brown hair a bit messy and lab coat with black slacks and shoes looked To Kimberly.-"Careful.... I have to make a run to the lab that creature hasn't been acting up but I hate to see if it does."-Charles begins to leave and the Alien begins to move the tentacles a bit, and it looks at Kimberly a bit weirdly.- I hit the access code to seal the door to the glass containment unit. The alien specimen moves slightly on the table as I take research notes. I then think I feel something brush my nylon clad leg but when I look down I see nothing and I look at the specimen and wonder what kind of thought processes such a creature has. -The creature looks to her eyes right back and its identical slides up her skirt she doesn't seem to notice it at first and thinks it's just her skirt. But the creature slides a second identical up and holds on tight as both it's genital just begin to rub against her pussy and ass.- "Ahhh what the!.." I gasp as I look down and see the curious tentacles under my skirt. "Dr Charles a little help here please?" I say into the intercom as I am enclosed in the glass chamber with the specimen. I see you seemingly in no rush. " Dr. Charles! Get this thing off me!" you respond back with something along the lines of it is just curious see what it does for the record. As into the intercom you say...... As I stand frozen in shock as two tentacles trace up my long 40" nylon clad legs. "I told you to be careful any way see what it does maybe they are not here to harm us. I am a bit busy I will be in as soon as possible."-The two verticals keep molesting your legs as one of them rips in to your pantyhose and caress your creamy ass and the other caresses you pussy further. Discovering the wetness of you pussy it continues to explore curious.- "ahhhh Dr Charles this Alien is MMM a bit frisky here" II say, but you just keep your focus on a computer screen doing some calculations or something. I try to remain professional and keep recording notes as the tentacles "check out" my long legs and rubbing my now exposed pussy as the tentacles slide up my skirt as another reaches out and rubs my tummy through the blouse trying to figure out what I am to it. -One identical teases your tight asshole in the back while the other identical seems to of slipped its way in your pussy. You hold your self up well enough as a other genital moves down your legs checking you out, the other identical creeping up your shirt is in two's one is checking out your tummy and moving around sensually as the other two grab your perky boobs under your cup it hears your moan and whimper in pleasure and continues as he finds this OT be a very pleasing sound it only murmurs in its own language which you cannot understand.- I should scream out but too shocked to move as the tip of a tentacle is just inside me tickling my clit. One tentacle darts under my blouse and rubs my breasts through the bra. My moans seem to attract it more as it makes sounds I cannot make out. I see two more tentacles begin to move toward me as the specimen is on the table. I try to take best notes I can as the alien seems to very curious to see what kind of "specimen" I am. -The Verticals move higher and invade your mouth as The Specimen which you labeled Pentium slides in your mouth. It is slightly salty but pleasant in an odd way. As The verticals grip your breasts and begin moving them around. On more identical moves along you arm in a sensual fashion. Your pussy and ass are slightly invaded discovering you are wet in your pussy as it moves deeper in. The identical alien discovers you are not his specifies but loves the noise you making a noise that sounds like a whistle for sexy girls can be herded and is looking at you with odd eyes as it continues to fondle your body.-"Miss Cumbers do you need help still I am almost done with my programming." I try to call for your help but it's just muffled with the tentacle invading my mouth. I whimper a bit as two tentacles under my skirt are tickling the entrance to my ass and pussy and one under my blouse rubbing nipple making it harder by the moment. You don't hear me so you think I am doing fine in my research note-taking. -The Verticals soon move in to her ass and pussy moving around a bit. The Identical slides around in your mouth more as it slides a bit deeper. The two Verticals around her breasts squeezed them playing with her nipples.- I struggle against the tentacles and just as may pussy begins to get on fire the specimen pulls away and retracts from my body. You come to the cell seeing my hair a mess, blouse slightly disheveled and a flush look on my face. You ask if I am ok I say "Yes Dr Charles I am fine" not wanting to cause any scenes. -He nods and gets her out unlocking the door as the specimen looks to her. Dr. Charles looked other.-"So are you enjoying you time here so far?"-I ask as I look at the notes you wrote.-"Seem's you had trouble a bit writing what happen?" "Umm yes Dr Charles the work here is.umm very interesting" I say "what specimen of "alien" are we going to be researching on as we walk back to more containment areas in the lab. -He looked to the chart.-"I have to be leaving soon I don't suggest doing it alone, but you will be experimenting and researching This Conoid."-He explains showing her.-"This creature is always a bit colder on the skin we do not know why. He seems to have a thing to body heat so we put shackles on him, so even the chains have become cold I be careful when you do experiment Kimberley."-The creature looks easy as it looks slimmer than most alien beings, and he is slightly shorter than you. His tongue comes out, and it is blue, and it's singers are long as well as its toes. He does to appeared to have a festival of any sort or cock, but you do see a pod where it's balls and cock should be but me and you have no idea.-"I swear Kimberley you should wait."-We Walk back to the lab and i Louis back to you.-"I will be back in 4 hours hope you listen to me."-I walk away but you're not willing to let me think I know better as you been top class of you school your whole life and your also my senior in working here.- "I will show you" I think to myself after all "I am top of my class" I think to myself. After you leave, I enter the chamber and close the door. The chamber is colder due to its body temp and what we need to keep chamber at. I try to ignore fact that the cool air is stiffening my nipples. "I will impress that Dr Charles, I say to the alien specimen knowing it cannot understand me. I see a stress crack on one of the chains due to it being frozen but again better judgement goes by the wayside as I get closer and begin to take observation notes. -It looks as an icy voice speaks up.-"Your nipples are poking out human."-You think you are imagining things, but the voice says again.-"me and my fellow aliens here understand your human ways here. Why have we been captured?"-It looks to you, you still think you are imagining things but maybe not as you hear.-"I see Squirrel giving you a bit of a hard time he seems to like your body tell me this ritual called sex how is it on earth?" My eyes grow big from shock as I hear English from the alien specimen. "Ho.how can you understand us? Yo.you are not captured, ju.just collected for research" I say nervously as my nipples are hard and the bonds that hold the alien are growing more brittle by the second as I am too taken aback to pay attention to them. "We Can understand many languages. Squabble was enjoying him self but I must ask do you enjoy this sex? What are these notes about?" I struggle to talk from being cold and choked that the alien talks our language. "The notes are just your movements and reactions to touch and temperature". The alien seems to nice my nipples under the blouse and looks at me with a "want to check her out more" as I wander closer not paying attention. -The Alien looked.-"I would like to explore your body if I may your body seems to be very responsive to the cold. Do you want to explore with me?"-I look at you as I raise from the table a bit and the shackles are opened. I raise my hands and begin to play with your breasts and explore you.-"You are interesting indeed. Your puffy little points here seem to enjoy the touch I give."-I stick my tongue out and run it across your neck a bit, and you can feel my tongue is a bit cold.- IOC edit last post make it longer with alien becoming bolder and I will edit this one. Edited also sent you naughty questions. I stand still as the alien tongue feels like an ice cube on my neck. " I all get in trouble, but I do have some ...umm...time, and It is for research. What do you mean "explore" me?" "Well... You Humans do this Sex by touching and probing I was curious if you would have me explore you."-his fingers rub against your nipples. I also use my tongue in your mouth as i french you. I stand and I am as tall as you and grind the place where my cock is in to your hips.-"You see it was weird we were taken here for research, but we wanted to come here and explore the ethics of love making proving that we Aliens are superior lover then humans."-he said as he ground his pod in to your pussy and I can only smile as you look down seeing a cock grow from it as it gets longer it slides between your legs with an odd slick slime, but it feels good as it grows a bit under your ass so now your cunt and ass are being ground by an Alien cock as well.- the aliens voice is almost hypnotic. It asks if he can explore me and knowing you will be gone awhile I strip down to my pantyhose heels and bra and stand still. Getting cold in the containment unit as I let the alien explore so I can make it at ease so we can research it more as the alien is as tall as I am and I am 5'10. -I look over your body and begin to remove the bra and slip a hand between your legs and my other hand plays with your naked breast. I break the kiss I had and start sucking your nipples. You feel my hard 11-inch cock against you as I smile.-"I am enjoying this. Please remove the covering around your legs...that is your pussy correct. I want to lick it and taste it....maybe I will use my cock on it."-he looked to her.-"That is what you do isn't it....what is the custom of it being done how does one talk and move during it?"-he asked curiously his cock not getting any softer as I feel you get wet to my questions and your pussy drips through the hose.- my nipples are rock hard now, and I strip off heels and pantyhose and put the heels back on since the floor is cold. I say "umm we talk "dirty" to one another like "yes stud lick me, your tongue is amazing and stuff like that" you cannot put your um organ inside me its like 11" I cannot take that" I say as the alien specimen inspects my clothing or "coverings" on the floor then back to my nude body. "I anticipate you will be able to."-I said as I suck on one of your boobs and lay you on the table I was on my mouth is a bit warm but still cold as I love the soft flesh you offer. I use my fingers in your hot pussy and I feel different, and it feels wonderful.-"Your Pussy as it is called is very wet, and it is lovely to feel that. It will be able to take my organ deep in it and by me using my tongue on yours you little science slut will take my cock deep in your mouth."-I grin as I love the exploration I am doing on your body my second finger invades and probes your pussy.- IOC in detail what does this alien look like. I gasp as I am laid upon the table where now I and my 5'10 frame are the specimen for "research". Partially regretting Dr Charles orders not to handle this one alone. I arch my back as the alien licks me. I again plead and say "my pussy cannot take that size organ.please can I go now?" the alien seems very interested in my tall frame, soft flesh and my arousal areas of nipples and clit. -the alien is very thin about as thin as a very hungry human bit his face has a thin slit for eyes, and its mouth looks like a bottle top where it's not big.-"I assets you are scared, but it is fair for you to complete research you must be looked at."-I say and move my fingers in your pussy faster feeling you get wet moving my head down my tongue envelops your clit.- I look around and feel odd looking around the lab lying on a table in one of the containment chambers.my firm chest heaves up and down half nervous of being "explored" by an alien. II moan as it feels good and arch my back slightly as fingers invade my tight shaved pussy.nipples rock hard in the cold chamber. -The alien looks and is curious.-"Your pussy is quite moist..."-I take my cock and put it to your lips.-"Please let me feel this BJ you humans talk about."-I think about it knowing you humans like it rough and I grip your head and begin to fuck your face and groan remember you said to speak dirty.-"Oh you little cum slut suck my cock Science whore." "Ooww let go! That hurts" I hiss. Please you have explored my body now let me go., teeth chatter a bit as the temp is very cold. The alien seems upset with my feisty side. -He is confused.-"I thought you humans enjoyed this?"-he said.-"You want to explore and study, but you will not let us do the same.... Human you are sadly mistaken if you think we will allow this. The only reason we are still is that you are very sexy and stunning as you human's say, and we would like to play with you the way you experiment on us."-I put my cock back in your mouth and fuck it more.- I gag as the alien lowers its massive cock back into my throat as my tall slender frame lies on the table. He mentions being superior to me as the "research" continues. Then the alert sounds letting me know Dr Charles is back and will be in the lab area in about 15 minutes.the alien then.... -He looks up and looks back to you-"well now...what is that about."-I look to you.-"what guarantee do we have that we are safe?" "y.yes you are safe.just researching to find what your about. I. I need to get umm.dressed and back out before Dr Charles comes in. The alien says he will let me go if.... "I will let you go if you agree to keep us safe and agree to let us explore you as we are explored."-I let you go as I feel you up a bit more and let you dress and let go as I chain my self back up.- I compose myself and go in front of a heater for a few so I'm not chilled. Dr Charles comes back and tells me to go to another section of the lab to check another specimen(s). As I go to.... -He looked to her.-"You must check out the specimen they call.... Gemini...it appears he likes to make two of anything he has...I am careful."-The words of The Ice Alien rings in your head ad Charles give you a stun gun for your protection.-"Just be careful this one is in a special unit as well.... He....is in that steel room." "What is the stun gun for Dr Charles?" and why a steel room?" I ask semi nervously. "Am I ok taking notes in there alone?" "The stun gun is to protect your self from now on and in a Steel room... He can't hear too much noise otherwise he passes out."-he said.-"Now go on he should be very secure. What is wrong?"-You shake your head and walk to the room the Alien looked very human except it has green skin. His hands have 8 fingers and there skinny. His body is slimmer, but he had a thicker layer of body around his pelvis it doesn't appear he has festivals like the others so far. His eyes are of three, and he has no nose.- the alien stirs a bit s my heels click on the floor. Mesmerized by his look I put stun gun at side and begin taking notes. Trying to figure why they call this one Gemini. Very quiet in chamber as alien stirs more. -the Alien looked up Shyly.-"Hello....are you here to hurt me?"-he said a bit scared...his eyes glaze upon your eyes then your chest then your legs.-"You look very suitable to mate with...very lovely."-This Alien is a bit polite, but he is no different from what that ice alien said.- again I am shocked that they have picked up on our English. "mm.mate with?.. I don't think so. Just here to take notes. I grip the stun gun nervously as the alien spots it and seems to misinterpret that as intent to harm it. -Gemini looked scared.-"You said only notes."-You shock him with the gun scared, and he splits into two alien, and they jump on you freeing him from the table. One grabs you and pins you down making you drop the gun as they both feel your head. They take an image of a Man you loved with a huge cock they get the portion wrong as he is toned and had 10 inches each. The aliens just shift to a toned form and a decent cock as they removed your clothes. Now your naked in only your Heels. One cock rams in to your mouth fucking your throat like a pussy. You feel a slimy pink slick feeling enter your pussy as well as two oddly shaped fingers.-"Human you like we are not to be harmed you did promise." they comment on my tall frame as most females are not the 5'10 I am. The one alien has become two as they invade my holes. Over the intercom Dr Charles asks if I am ok as he cannot see into the steel room. My eyes open wide at what I hear next... the alien has mimicked my voice and says to Dr Charles I am fine then .... -They look to you.-"So you want to harm us and lie to us....pre pare to be probed."-You see 10-inch cocks sprout out as they hold you down one of them fucks your mouth and plays with your boobs.-"Your tall frame is sufficient in using for pleasure young whore." "I love her wet set of lips here they are very wet as we touch her."-The other holds your legs and licks your pussy enjoying the treat.- I gag as numerous 10" cocks sprout up and invade my mouth. My tall slender body writhes on the floor as waves of orgasms begin to take over as the alien tongue licks at a pace no human male could ever do. The one in my mouth is rough as I upset it with the stun gun before. -It fucks your mouth deep and hard.-"YOU SCIENCE WHORE YOU FUCK SLUT I THINK YOU WANT TO HURT US YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO LIKE SEX YOU COCK WHORE!"-They kept fucking her body the one licking her is using his cock to begin raping her pussy.- my long 40" long legs spread wide as I am licked. A huge cock is then buried inside my pussy nearly splitting me in half. I cannot scream because one of the aliens and their slimy cock is sliding in and out of my mouth. My body being rocked. Dr Charles again comes over the interim and says "almost done in their Kimberly? The alien pauses with cocks stuffing my mouth and pussy, again mimics my voice and says... "I find this Alien Fascinating I should be done pretty soon."-They both remove themselves as you are being sat on a cock from the back your ass being penetrated and a cock being put in your pussy as they double fuck you nice and deep.- I whimper and moan as I am DP'd. My echos fill the steel containment unit as it is soundproofed. The alien splits again and feels up my boobs as the other two bounce my at a rapid pace on their massive alien members. My long legs and heels the only thing giving me any stability as they really probe me. -They groan a bit there noise seem to have an erotic voice in her ear. The third Alien feels her boobs and also probes her mouth being triple fucked now as they continued there assault on her body.-"This is so good You science slut should love this LOVE IT YOU SHOULD BE BEGGING FOR SEX LIKE THIS!"-They soon all pull out and begin to cum all over you and without knowing it we slit back in to one and you taker Me and put me back on the table tied.- I am able to clean up and toss the towels in the trash chute to be shredded. I head out after getting dressed. My nipples still hard and my hair a bit of a mess. Lipstick slightly smeared and walking a little funny from my "probing" Dr Charles sees me and asks if I am ok. I say yes a small incident happened, but I got it under control. He says good and I have done good work as he talks about needing more notes on specimens as he says go to cellblock 2 and go check out... "Well since your fine...then go check out the Alien in Cell 202 He is Dangerous very violent.... Be careful Scans showed very highly sexual active I doubt that is right but what ever it is just be careful."-When you get to the outside of the cell you see a Big Alien 9 foot tall and his body is very bulky you see why he is dangerous. His eyes are of three and his cock is in shackles as he has two his arms are shackled down, and you think you are pretty safe.- I enter and my eyes widen at the size of the specimen and his cocks. I enter a bit nervous BT think the bonds will hold him. I begin to run scans and see sexually aggressive numbers and am confused. I get to close and something comes from the alien to grab me and keys to shackles fall to floor. My eyes widen at his size and size of his cock. I read the numbers and see the specimen is highly sexually aggressive and can't be right as I see the specimen not moving. I then wander too close and something grabs me and the shackle keys hit the floor. -It holds you tight it had a Tail they did not account for.-"Human you look tasty.... I smell your female juices flowing from your pink hole...the other Aliens say you're a good fuck but your dangerous...pick up those key and undo my shackles or my tail will crush you."-You nod in agreement the moment you undo the shackles.-"Remove your clothing scientist slut."-Because of my size you are afraid and do so now just standing there in heels. I grab your hair and force your mouth on my cock you can only take half of it if that as I fuck your tiny mouth.- I gag as only half of the alien cock can stuff in my mouth. I am taken aback at how advanced they are in understanding English. The alien comments that I seem to be taller than most human females. It checks out my clothing on the floor commenting on my "coverings" and wonder why humans use them. His other limbs explore me as it holds my head on its seemingly sexual organ. "I don't know why you bother earth slut your covering are not even sexy you should parade naked."-My cock is shoved a bit deeper in your mouth as i 69 us a bit and my tongue slips all the way in your pussy filling it over stuffing it and stretching it out as it wiggles around.- normally my 5'10 frame towers over women and is equal to men or just slightly shorter but the alien being nearly 9 ft tall dwarfs me. It handles my body like a toy turning it which ever way it wants to. Cad only in my heels, the alien fondles me and says what would happen to me on their planet. I try to suck the cock, but it is too large and only half fits in as I feel something probing the entrance to my bad pussy. -The Aliens Tongue pierces her pussy and filled her pussy with his huge tongue and his hands held her tiny human head and groaned one hand pinched her nipple.-"I will get you on my cock human girl it may be only my head but I may have a trick up my sleeve." in between moans I say "whey...what trick? Please.mmm let me go you are too big for me, I am just here to study and research" I plead but the alien scoffs at my offer and turns my tall body however he wishes. And says what would happen to a specimen like me on his planet as I grow wetter from his tongue. -The Tongue exits and I turn you around and manage to shove my cock in side you. You feel the cock has slimmed down to fit in side you. You find it strange, but it fills your pussy and begins to move it in and out of your pussy slowly at first because your so tight still around his now slimmed down cock.- my eyes roll back in my head from pleasure. The cock may have slimmed down, but the length goes deeper than any cock I have had before by far. I am impaled on the cock and lifted off the ground and now am in midair as other hands roam my long body and asks what the "bumps" on my chest are for. It laughs at my whimpering as the massive 9ft alien dominates me and moves my body at will. -I laugh long and hard as I fuck you on my cock bouncing you make me laugh because you are as small as a toy and I easily slide you on my cock. My hands grope your breasts.-"These mounds on your chest are soft and seem to cause you to whimper."-I laugh more and fuck you a bit harder.- the alien asks what the "mounds" on my chest are called and why the tips are so sensitive. In between moans and pants I say "they are.awash. Breasts women have them different sizes and the...MMM nipples or tips are a turn on please let me down" I plead as I'm in the air on his cock as he toys with me more using his size to a big advantage. -He laughs as he fucks her pussy deeper. I pinch the nipples in my fingers and my cock bounces you like a rag doll.-"I don't think so your slutty Science pussy belongs to us for keeping us here. You want Data you also want to harm us for no reason. Your partner is telling us all the information you gather lets you dissect us." I pant more as I feel like I am in a rodeo as I am getting bounced like crazy on the alien cock" no, no just notes to learn more no.ahhhh. Harm" I claim as I grow wetter as the alien seems intrigued by my "mounds" and inquires more slowing its pace to allow me to answer. "So Tell me more the pleasure these bring explain your self more human slut."-His cock slows down a bit slowing down enough that I slide you off and on my legs as I play with your breasts and nipples that you explained a bit more. I lean in and use that tongue over your breasts a bit.-"Please share more knowledge."-I say my tongue runs over your nipples and breasts more little by little. I see the look in your eyes not sure what humans feel with those eyes.- I exhale deep as the alien withdraws its massive cock from inside me. Furthermore, I have a look of half disgust and had pleasure as the alien's tongue slides over my firm breasts and nipples. Furthermore, I can hold back no longer as the alien licks me once more my body orgasms hard. This strikes curiosity from the alien as he sees cum oozing from my pussy as it shoves its cock back into my sopping pussy and goes at it again. Each time it slides in and out it drives me more crazy as my pussy is on fire. -The Alien is Curious. I begin to bounce you on my cock more and deeper yet. Over the loudspeaker you hear.-"Miss Cumbers I hope all is well?"-You reply back.-"Yes...just taking my time this creature is massive and I am trying not to make it mad."-I reply.-"OK if your sure."-The Aliens cock rams your pussy harder and deeper as i.e. groans his tongue traces over your nipples.- I cum hard again and fall to the floor. My tall slender frame in a heap as I try to recover from the assault. I try to crawl toward the entrance, but one of my long legs is grabbed, and I am pulled back toward the specimen. It is laughing and seemingly toying with me. "Where are you Going little slut."-The Alien looks to you, and it smiles as its tongue runs over your pussy and asshole just toying with you.-"Do you like the pleasure you feel?"-He said as he looked to her eyes.-"Think about how good we can make you feel compared to any human."-He laughs as he slides his cock right back in to her pussy, and you feel a second cock enter your ass. The aliens tongue splits in two and one slides down your throat as he fucks you roughly on his cocks and tongue the second tongue wraps around your body licking all over your breasts and body.- my long body writhes as ALL my holes are being filled. I am held in place as I am violated by the massive cocks moaning through the one that gags me. Moments later I cum hard and the alien shoots a sticky warm liquid inside me and down my throat as it ravages me. The alien then tosses me by the door with me in just my heels, my body in a messy heap as I am exhausted, and it tells me..... "It i just as well you can not handle us Little Science Slut you will be our play thing until we tire of you."-You walk out and back to your partner, and he sighs.-"We should get some sleep it has been an exhausting night."-You agree and we both get ready for bed. You can almost hear the aliens call out to you wanting you more and more you know there is no escape from this.- I awake the next morning just thinking the voices I heard was a dream. I put on my normal attire white blouse, black pleated skirt 2" above knees, nude pantyhose, 2" black heels and lab coat. I am taking notes when I hear some noise come from the back. Furthermore, I use my access card to enter cellblock where we hold new specimens and on one door I see "warning aggressive species unknown has ability to seemingly become invisible" I enter the cell curious of the noise wearing special goggles to see heat signature of "invisible" forces, but something knocks them off. -The Beast is in fact a Phosphorus beast like a slime almost. You feel almost like a very gooey substance grab you slipping under your clothes you feel the gooey tentacles wrap your breasts and tentacles move under your skirt and through your pantyhose. You feel two tentacles enter your pussy and ass and a second in each hole as a thick tentacle enters your mouth. The Flavor is not that bad, but it is nasty nonetheless.-"We warned you last night you will not escape this you are our bitch our slut because you like it don't you that is why you are not careful." I am shocked at the contact and even more shocked as I look over at one of the walls. It is metallic, and I see my reflection but not the specimen. I see something inside my clothing moving and my mouth open. I try to move away but can't tell where it is at as tentacles invade me as I stand in the middle of this cell unit. -The Alien plays with your pussy and ass as tentacles invade you. The ones on your nipples seem to have made a sucking action and your mouth stuffed with a tentacle. Your body is bound so you can not move you are helpless to the alien. Your pussy and ass being stuffed with two tentacles a piece.- I still cannot see the alien and once again look over at the reflective metallic wall and see my boobs go up and down under my blouse as my nipples are being sucked on. I then gasp as I feel blouse buttons and skirt clasp getting looser and looser. -You see all your clothes come off but your Pantyhose. The Alien still has you stuffed both your holes and your tits are being used your nipples feel a pinch with something you can not see. You spot at one end of the room is a pair of Goggles. The Alien takes you don't, and your hand is almost able to get them as the Alien has you practically pined down legs spread and upward to get at your body.- I look down and see my 40" long nylon clad legs as I am just in pantyhose and heels. I feel something rubbing my pussy through the nylon material and I begin to squirm as I am also pinned down. I grab the goggles, but before I can put them on, my arms are pinned over my head. Furthermore, I see my nipples go up and down as the "invisible" specimen sucks on them. Furthermore, I manage to get a hand free and get the goggles on and see.... -The alien is a one eyed crystal clear fluid monster no mouth, but the tentacles have small mouths they are slippery as you see good lightly drip off them, and you see the tentacles move in and out of your pussy and ass along with your tits being squeezed and sucked on by the tentacles it makes a small noise showing it loves your body as you're helpless to it's power.- I look down, and my eyes widen in shock. My nylon clad legs are spread, and I feel something move in and out of my pussy, but there are no holes in my pantyhose so how is this specimen screwing me I think. Just then the goggles are knocked off and I lose my visual on it. The pace of the cock inside me picks up to a furious pace and I begin to breathe harder from the vigorous "workout" it gives me. I once again see my nipples going up and down from the sucking action they receive. -The Tentacles play with your breasts and suck on them. The Alien has no cock as its other Tentacles are slipping through your pantyhose due to its clear liquid visage. The Alien is fucking your ass and pussy. And you feel a cool thick tentacle move in and out of your mouth as it moves and pounds you around. You notice a Switch on the ground as it may be your only way to escape.- my tall slender frame writhes on the floor from the assault on my holes. Part pain and part pleasure. I feel as if I'm going to PSS out as the tentacle in my pussy is going in and out like a machine on high speed. I see a switch on the floor. Furthermore, I manage to reach it and flip it then..... -There is a high pitch screech a moment as the alien appeared and lies on the floor. You manage to escape after taking notes now that you can see it. After a while you come back and Charles is not around with a note that says.-"I will be gone I have been transferred for the next two days don't do the alien transfer your self to the big yard I don't think you can handle it."-You know that means they will be taken to a big room where they get examined at once by one of the scanners you also know the way to do it includes two people, and it would be safe. You also know these aliens will be grabbing you if your by your self, but you want to prove Charles wrong.- I awake the next morning and am dressed like I always am skirt blouse 2" heels and lab coat my legs bare today. I head to the transfer area and look at the files for the specimens to be transferred. "I will show Dr Charles I can handle my own, and he will give me greater responsibilities" with that I enter transfer area. -You see this can be bad there are 12 Aliens some of them you have met already and a lot you haven't. You may want to give this second thought because all 12 aliens will not co-operate with you. These twelve are in the hall for transferring they must go to the big room. - I use the stun gun and tag all of them but didn't realize that when it was dropped in an earlier encounter the setting was knocked to low and thus, unbeknownst to me will wear off quickly. -You get all the way to the End of the trail and begin to undo the leash, but you don't realize the aliens are awake you are grabbed by the Giant from yesterday.-"So little slut you try to make fools out of us, huh?"-Squabble the small tentacle dog was there, Ice Breed from the cold chamber. The rest are new, but they do not look friendly towards you right now as they look very pissed.-"You Human have been very sneaky thinking you get the drop on us. The Aliens are from big to small from fat to skinny and odd shapes sometimes but all basically human safe from Squabble.- "put me down now!" I demand. "Just here to learn more about each of you and study you add your kind. I am not sneaky now please cooperate" I ask but its seemingly to no avail. "You come in and just Stun us I say that's sneaky."-We begin to touch you as you feel all sorts of tentacles and tongues and all sorts of stuff on you as you been touched all over the aliens don't seem to let up.-"You are a slut, and you will be ours." the giant specimen holds me in place and mocks my "coverings" he instructs the ice alien to touch them and as he does so my blouse and skirt become very brittle and begin to crack. The aliens seems irritated by my sneakiness and I plead to no avail. -The Ice Alien freezes your clothing and an Alien with long fingers breaks them your soon violated by tentacles holding your limbs crawling on you a taller thinner alien fucking your mouth and the ice alien landing its tongue around your boobs. A Finger or two probes your pussy and begins to move around playing with the inside of your pussy soon you feel two fingers a bit money finger your ass to.- I squeal as my clothing shatters and now just in heels. My tall 5'10 frame wiggles and writhes as all my holes are being filled. The giant alien holds me in place as others spread me wide. The one in my pussy speeds up and the speed it fucks my pussy at is like a supersonic machine. -Her pussy being pounded her ass being taken and her body being touched, and her mouth violated the Aliens are enjoying themselves, and it seems like you will be there slave. You do Notice the collar by you has a button from the Aliens.- I break away multiple times and try to make it to the exit of the detention area. Yet each time I do another of the 12 aliens grabs me, and they rape me and all my holes thinking I have betrayed them. Clad in heels and shredded clothes they love the long slender frame of their "specimen" as they ravage me as the giant one explains the button on the collar. -The Giant explains it is none of her business, but you push it, and it incapacitates them leaving you a moment to get free from this batch. You manage to leave as the Aliens are transferred and more will come next month you still have a few aliens to examine here.- I make it back to my quarters and compose myself. I should run and tell Dr Charles about these incidents, but the pay is excellent and the opportunities for research cannot be beaten. Dr Charles sees I am on my computer and talks to me on Skype asking me how things are going, and he will regretfully be delayed two more days. I say "umm these specimens are interesting and learning a lot. He says good job and signs out. I get dressed the next morning and thinks dress slacks would be better, so I pair the thin black dress slacks with white blouse, labcoat and 2" heels. I head to where some new arrivals are at and reach the first containment unit and the specimen description reads..... -The sign looks odd.-"Warning very friendly alien loves to interact with Female lab specimens."-You look in to see a very talented alien 2 tongues and 10 fingers long and thin on each hand. His legs look normal, but he is thinner all over.- figuring I am safe wearing the dress slacks, I enter and am in awe by the fingers and tongues and how flexible they seem. Paying attention to note-taking I forget how close to specimen table I was wandering. -The Alien looks and speaks.-"Hello there what are you doing?"-He asks rather curious.-"You are very pretty." "Ummm thanks I am Kimberly and just here to take notation and study different species such as yourself. " I take more notes and closely inspect the fingers and tentacles getting lost in my notes and not my surroundings, thinking nothing much of it since this specimen seems shy and friendly at first impression. "Kimberly you are nice....I can show you everything you want to know and more. I want to help you be the best. But can I see more of you I like Female lab assistance and I don't want to hurt you." giving the specimen a quizzical look I say "what do you mean see more of me? I am here to learn and take notes on you. You seem to be a friendly alien, are there female species on your planet?" "There is non we normally come here get taken to labs and play with female lab assistance then leave when a year is up."-he looks away.-"I want to see you naked you look beautiful" Shocked at the alien's bold comments I say "excuse me "play" with female lab assistants and see me naked?! I don't work like that" I get closer to you as I notate the fingers and tentacles and ignore, or try to ignore the aliens comments. -The Alien looks at her and is upset as he begins to not be so co-operative.-"Your not very nice, and you said you needed to take notes."-The Alien seems to go in a shell you can examine him but because he is upset he hides, and you can not get much from this alien.- "please come out I need to take notes or Dr Charles will kill me. I will be nicer to you". Please come out lets be friends." -I begin to come out, and he is a bit pouty as he looked over to you so you can take notes.-"Anything I can help with....?"-I ask as I look to you.-"Maybe if you need a complete record of us we can tell you everything in exchange for playing with you? You would get awards." rolling my eyes but saying "fine I need these notes Dr Charles says I AMA bit behind. What should I do first and what do you mean by "playing with?" -I look up to you and sigh.-"Never mind your just doing your job..... I just want what the other aliens had....I heard your very good...very, very good."-I say and look to your eyes.- "very good at what" I say playing dumb. I take my notes on the specimen as I get closer he is very cooperative. After a few moments I feel funny almost in a groggy trancelike state as the specimens voice is gentle and soothing. "The Aliens say you're a bitch, and they raped you and you're a very good lay.... I can agree with the other aliens if you let us fuck you we will give you every bit of note you want....you be the best."-I say looking up at you, but you are looking less friendly.- "I... I need to go.go" I say groggy and kind of out of it as I didn't like your tone. Yet I stop get closer to you as your voice almost seems to draw me near. Then the specimen makes an odd clicking sound and with each sound my blouse buttons pop open one by one. -The alien feels like he is being cheated as I make more noises soon your just in your heels and I have you take me out of restraints my Hands rub your breasts and my mouth on your neck as you lay down the tentacle I have which is on each shoulder one plays with your pussy and one by your ass as I smile and play with them.- very groggy I say" I.I should be going" but don't resist much. I moan as your tentacles do their own "research" on my boobs and hairless pussy area. -I smile and feel my tentacles prob your pussy and then reach your ass as I play with your breasts. I slide my one tentacle in your mouth and I feel your body shiver and I get what you feel and I like it.-"Miss Kimberly You like what I am doing do you like it."-The tentacle feels nice, and it doesn't taste odd more like some sort of flesh.- the other alien tentacles were slimy this one feels flesh like. I moan as it pumps me and continues its research of me. I feel it sliding in and out as the tentacles hold me in place tight. -The Alien smiles and enjoys him self a bit and moves his tentacles a bit faster and deeper.-"Am I doing this right Miss Kimberly."-I ask as I take the Tentacle out of your mouth.- biting my lower lip in pleasure with wide eyes I look at you and nod yes, nodding fast showing my excitement as my tall slender body writhes on the floor. -The Alien smiles as it slides two more tentacles in your pussy and ass, and it teases you more deeply and playing around.-"Miss Kimberley I will give you all the information you need on me."-You feel a liquid very sweet enter your mouth it tastes like cum a bit, but you get all the information you need on this alien in detail.- Dr Charles will be returning tomorrow so a few more specimen notes and I will be good. I enter one cell that's kind of dark but lit slightly. There chained to a wall is a HUGE cyclops type alien a good 2' taller than my 5'10 frame. "Hello I am Dr Kimberly Custom where are you from I ask? Nod if you understand me." -He nods.-"Human I am from Matron Percy Eye 8... Our Kind has an Adapt ability to make things easy to connect with."-As you get closer you notice my form gets a bit smaller but not much.-"I know human you are gathering notes what do you need to know?" "Just getting notes on your actions and behaviors to understand more about other species. You are quite large" I say looking up at you as you are easily two feet taller and huge. "Is there any question you have that you need from me Human Woman?"-I ask as I look to your small frame.-"I am sure that nimble body of yours satisfy a lot of males here on earth."-The Cyclops looks down your top easy.-"I am sure your skin and body are very pleasant and sexy. Us Aliens are Attracted to your Human Females." I say "MMM that is good now what else do I need to know about your species?" You seem distracted by my "bumps" under my top and seem to be sniffing the air riffing my perfume. You tower over me as I look down writing notes. "I don't know why I should tell you anymore...it's not exactly like you are doing anything for me."-I say and look at the bumps on your chest.-"Of what importance is it that you take notes without doing anything for us. Your Human Sex pot can not take notes about something you know nothing about.... Are you trying to get noticed or something?"-The Cyclops looks to you.-"Tell ME human why do you work so hard when the job is hard enough?" I try to ignore the "sexpot" comments and take my notes on the large aliens features. I say" I work hard to learn new things about unknown species" I try to remain professional keeping answers short to the point. "You want more info human? How about a bit of fun.... Us aliens are willing to give up our secrets for a bit of what you humans call sex?"-I say as I am looking at you, and you really want those notes.- I give you a dirty look trying to remain professional "I don't think so". You seem fascinated by what you see as you look down my blouse and seemingly more irritated by my stone walling you as I take notes on your reactions. "How about I just rape you then I heard you human women provoke it."-being miss informed, but I am too stubborn and turned on wanting to fuck you.-"Now I can help you with that, or you can be in pain."-I say as You get scared you shock me with the collar but I get angry tearing out of the cuffs and go down to grab you.-"You fucking lab slut." I go to stun you again, but you break free and send it flying across the room. "Please left me go" I plead. I use my long legs to try to kick you, but you just pick me up easily as I am now a good 2 feet in the air since you are tall and large specimen. -I roar a bit.-"Shut up Science slut I am interested in getting what I want if you ant to get those notes shut up and be a good little slut."-Because my frame is massive my fingers and tongue should be plenty. I hang you a bit to the side as my fingers easily spread your legs revealing your pussy to me since you have pantyhose on but no panties. My tongue slides between your legs and runs across your pussy. Because my tongue is so big it feels odd but over whelming against your small frame.- "PLE...please put me do.down" I whimper" even your tongue and fingers I can't take!"... you handle my tall slender frame like a toy. I squeal as your tongue goes all over my body as you hold me tight laughing. -I smile and laugh as my tongue lashes at your pussy since I can not slide in my fingertips press your nipples and play with them as I continue to lick and lash your pussy.-"I taste your liquids are secreting your enjoying this massively." my tall body writhes in the aliens specimens large grasp as its tongue glides over me. My nipples are rock hard and my bald pussy is glistening as it grows wetter. My breathing increases as it tests my human stamina levels. -I continue to lick your human pussy and my tongue only slips in side a bit, but you feel the slippery tongue slide in side I see you scream out as my tongue is coated and I set you down as you are barely moving.-"Human next time you consider your problem..."-he laughed as she looked disgraced.-

Classified..Area 69|rating:1.0

My Son_ My Husband's Slave

Christine:I have 4 children, all of them very beautiful, but my husband's and my favorites are our twin sons Aubrey and Michigan. They are 18 and gorgeous with tall, lean, athletic bodies, golden blond hair and the most unusual golden colored eyes that is a quality only shared by the 2. I have always had sexual feelings for them, but I've been able to control them whereas my husband hasn't. He told me 1 day that he was going to turn Michigan into his sex slave and that I could use Aubrey if I wanted him. This scared me because my husband had always been somewhat cruel, beating the twins for minor mistakes and saying horrible things to them whenever he sees them. I was worried about Michigan. He was a sweet boy and would do anything his father told him to do. I worried about him being used and hurt. Even though I debated over whether this slavery of our children was wrong or not, I often dreamed of what it would be like to play around with Aubrey. I really did want to let my feelings out. I'll now leave this story out for someone else.*This story is very much non-real and if it offends anyone, then don't read it*I need people for the parts of Aubrey, Michigan, the father, and I'll add smaller characters as the story goes on. Adrian Adrian_Matthew actually, Destiny's and I share a comp, and it won't let her log out. I'd love to play Michigan if that's alright? Different, I never thought of naming a kid Michigan, but I like it. ~I'd love to have ya in~Just to let you know, I am registered but for some reason, it put me down as unregistered. Anyway, I'll stay that way so that you know it's the same person.~He-he, I love the name Michigan, I have a little naming disorder, I love state names, if I ever get married and have a son I'll name him Michigan, and I'd name a girl Jersey.~You can continue w/ the story now if you want~Talk to ya later! Christine:I walked into my house to see my husband Chris screaming something at Michigan. He had the boy backed up against the wall and looking at the floor in a submissive nature. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I had a feeling that he was telling Michigan that he was going to be his father's slave. Chris punched him across the face. I lowered my eyes. I hated when Chris hit my sons. Furthermore, I couldn't bear to see such a sweet, innocent child being hurt. Oh well, I thought, there was nothing I could do. Chris then put his hands on Michigan's upper arms and held him close to him. "Look at me!" I heard Chris yell. Michigan obediently raised his eyes to look into his father's menacing glare. I walked closer to try to hear what they were saying. "I want you to always be on your knees in my presence," Chris said. Michigan nodded. "Well do it!" he roared, cuffing his son on the side of his face. Michigan dropped to his knees. "You'll always do what I say, or you'll be beaten severely. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes," the trembling teen answered. "Yes what?" Chris hit him again. "Yes Master," Michigan said shaking. Chris then let him go. Michigan walked silently up to his and Aubrey's room. I myself couldn't help watching his ass sway as he walked. The floor's all yours Adrian, Michigan: Did you know there actually is an Adrian Michigan? Sorry just thought it was kind of funny. My sister goes by the Alias Nebraska all the time, that's a cool one too.IC:Michigan:I didn't even hear when my mother came in, my father's inflamed face, harsh yells and strong fists filled all of my senses leaving no room for noticing anything else. I trembled fairly as my father yelled telling me exactly what he wanted to have happened. My eyes were large and twitching a little as tears filled the brims with them, fear and pain etched in my face as I looked at the floor miserably, submissively. As his hands wrapped around my upper arms shaking me violently I looked up hardly bearing to stare into his furious countenance. I heard what he said, but it took a moment to register. That was too long, 'Well do it!' I immediately dropped to my knees hitting the floor and lowering my head,"Yes." My answer was quiet and meek, my voice trembling as he demanded more,"Yes, Master." As my father turned leaving me alone, kneeling on the for I stayed for a moment, trying to come to grips with all that had just happened, life had been hell before, but I now found out it could get worse... and it would. I rose slowly not taking my eyes off the floor and turned to head upstairs, seeking the solace of my twin. I went in the room and found my brother sitting on his bed, I shut the door slowly beside me, not noticing that it hadn't quite clicked shut. My bottom lip trembling I stared at him, scared, I approached and sat beside him... That is strange! I like Nebraska, that's a good one! I don't know what's with me, I just really like wacky names. Furthermore, I think they're cute. Christine:I walked up to Chris. I understand his desire, but I was a little disappointed with him for hurting our son like that. I wondered what Michigan thought about us. Furthermore, I knew he would talk to his twin and I wondered what he would think. "Hey honey," Chris said. "Chris, I think you were a little too harsh with him. He's young, and he's shy, and I think you're taking advantage of him," I sighed, telling him my feelings. I could tell he got angry. "Well, you don't really get a choice in this, neither does Michigan, so I suggest you go along with it and save yourself the pain. He'll grow into it." he stated. "Yeah, he'll grow into it, but I don't want him to be afraid of us. We're his parents," I reminded him. "Which gives me control over him. I can do with him what I want. It's fun. I think you should try it with Aubrey. Aubrey's got a more dominant personality than Michigan though," he smiled and patted my arm. "I'm a bit tired, I think I'm going to go upstairs and rest," that's what I told him, but I really wanted to listen to what Michigan and Aubrey were saying. I agree 100%, but I'm a sucker for name's like, Charity, Destiny, Faith, Chance, and so on... Also, things like Desmond, or Gideon. Michigan:I sat next to Aubrey trembling a little at the things, my twin of course immediately recognized a problem urging me to tell him. I knew telling him wouldn't make it go away... and there was really nothing he could do but... I also knew my brother's ability to comfort, and soothe me... no matter the problem. Furthermore, I needed him now..." It's father..." He furrowed his brow, Dad was abusive and all, but he wouldn't expect that to get the reaction out of Michigan, the turmoil he saw in his twin's eye... it had to be something more, Michigan was used to the hitting and cursing. He put his hand on his strong shoulder urging him on." He... he wants me to call him master now... and kneel.... and... I don't know what else for sure... but Aubrey..." I look up my eyes full of pain and fear,"I think he wants me... to do... sexual favors." My eyes cast down, shamed, not scared to look at my brother, he always understood, but I couldn't stand to look in a mirror of myself every time I saw Aubrey I saw myself... which used to be something I found comforting, a mirror of myself, but now... after tonight, it wasn't. My body trembled more at having actually said the word, dad didn't say it specifically, but it was implied, but it hands't been said, spoken, tangible. My brother said nothing, he moved and wrapped his arms around me in comfort. I felt his warmth and my trembling lessened a little, but I moved my head around burying my face in the nape of his neck as my arms wrapped around his sobbing into his neck. He kissed my shoulder gently, several times... they did't bother me like father's would... he comforted, soothed with words, his hands moving up and down my strained back several times caressing me and holding me, more the parent than my father had ever been. Those are cute names, I like Destiny, Chance, Desmond, & Gideon, but I don't think I could ever name a kid Charity. I don't know, something about that name just bugs me. I still go for the state names like Nebraska, Michigan, Jersey, Maine, I would be a little hesitant to name a kid Montana, although I like it. Christine:I heard everything Michigan said to Aubrey. I heard the tremble in his voice. It broke my heart. When Aubrey didn't say anything in return, I could tell he was hugging and comforting his brother, that's just the kind of person Aubrey is. He's loud and feisty, but he's a true sweetie at heart. I pressed my ear against the door, I couldn't help it. I heard Michigan sobbing and I knew it would be into his twin's shoulder. Furthermore, I sighed and stepped up from my kneeling position by their door. What kind of monster had we just created. I went back downstairs to see Chris watching a college football game, like nothing ever happened. I picked up my grocery bags, walking slowly in front of the TV on purpose, just to annoy him. Furthermore, I went into the kitchen and unpacked my groceries then began to cook dinner. When I was done, I called the twins, and my daughter Destiny (all for you sweetheart) down to eat. My other son, Jakob, was away. When everyone was seated, Michigan was just coming down, and Chris was waiting for him. Michigan fell to his knees and lowered his eyes. Chris told him to get up. He grabbed Michigan's arm and tore him upright before the child even had a chance to stand on his own. Chris looked around to make sure they were out of sight, he knew it would ruin Destiny's childhood to see her father sexually harassing her brother. She was just as sensitive, it is not more, than Michigan. As soon as he made sure Destiny could not see him, he began placing heated kisses on Michigan's jawline, tracing his tongue down the quivering skin. His lips were hot to the touch. He trailed his tongue down to his son's throat, where he kissed so hard that if he hadn't been squeezing Michigan's waist, he would have fallen over. He kissed, and bit, and sucked on his throat. Michigan just looked away. He now began to torture Michigan's bare collar bone. (He had also been instructed never to wear a shirt in his presence. It wouldn't seem too abnormal to the rest of the children though, the men in our family rarely wore shirts in the house.) He bit the bone and Michigan clenched his teeth, bearing the uncomfortableness. He caressed the boys chest and stomach. I didn't know what to make of it. My cousin's name's Nebraska, it doesn't fit her at all, but she's adorable, that's probably why I like it so much Montana, I've heard that one before, they're ggggggrrrreat! *Finger in the sky, Tony My hero!*Michigan:I laid beside my brother as we stared at the ceiling, none of us saying a word. But unlike and awkward silence, this one comforted me... he was with me, there for me... my twin, my support. I must have laid there for a little while, I don't know, time didn't really factor in when I was with him. I got up reluctantly as he pulled me on,"Come on, let's get going." I didn't want to see him, didn't want to face him... was I supposed to kneel before dinner? Was I even allowed at the table anymore... I wasn't sure. As we left I practically ran over Destiny (Thank you! Oh, so happy!) and Jakob. I chuckled lightly, a tenseness to it as I went downstairs. As I got down I saw father waiting at the bottom, I felt Aubrey tense about to say something, but he walked past and sat down. Michigan's entire body tensed, and he dropped, kneeling before him staring at his hands which rested on his knees. As soon as he dropped he was ordered up again, and as an incentive a harsh grip embraced his arm ripping him up. My eyes wavered as I looked at him my body wracked with nervousness and apprehension. I felt my lower lip begin to tremble but was helpless to resist it, I also noticed Aubrey clenching his fist in anger, Destiny's eyes large and frightened as she saw her brother treated so roughly. But at least for her sake she couldn't see as father moved his harsh lips onto my face, I felt his warm and firm lips treadling over my skin, his tongue making the occasional appearance through the cracked lips to take in my taste. I swallowed hard as I felt his tongue moving onto my throat moving over my Adams apple. I felt my body being pushed back, but I was secured by his strong grasp. Furthermore, I kept my eyes trained on Aubrey, drawing strength from his caring gaze, his strong silence... Furthermore, I shuddered, but I'd have been in tears if it weren't for him, his look of support. As I felt a harsh bite I started, but was held in place firmly. Oh, how I wanted to run, I fought hard now to look at Aubrey, keeping my eyes trained, transferring to my mother. She sat there looking helpless, but there was a tinge of intrigue in her eyes. I wondered but not for long before his caresses began to lower. My legs were beginning to feel weak, the fright threatening to let my knees buckle. Christine:I watched as Michigan and Aubrey maintained firm eye contact. Michigan would not let Aubrey break down. Even as his father's hands roamed his bare chest and stomach, he wouldn't take his frightened stare off Aubrey. Chris's fingers lightly ran over Michigan's stomach, causing his muscles to tense up again. Chris held his hands tightly on Michigan's hips while he dropped to his knees to play with the boy. He let his tongue seductively trace over Michigan's six-pack abs. God, he is gorgeous, I thought. Michigan instinctively slowly pulled his stomach away from his father as Chris's tongue tried to trace across the skin. His resistance cost him a cuff to let him know who was in charge. Chris took his hands off the boy's hips and let them travel around to the other side of his body and up to his strong shoulder blades. He then ran them back down. Very slowly touching every part of Michigan's back. Gentle caressing his prominent spine and back onto the muscled flesh. His hands followed Michigan's spine down to his tight ass, where Chris began to massage him again. Michigan's eyes remained locked on his twin. Aubrey intended on staying right there. Out of sight of his father but constantly giving his brother support. They both knew what Chris wanted and was getting at. His thumbs pushed into the waistband of Michigan's boxers. I saw the tremble in his body, but he was trying to be strong. He was so brave. I was trying in vain to entertain Destiny because she kept trying to sneak peeks at what was going on. Chris curled the waistband over his fingers so that the white elastic part was showing. Everyone but Destiny (who didn't have a clue what was happening) held their breath to see if Chris would actually do it. "Later," he said angrily, snapping the elastic against Michigan's skin. He got up off his knees and gave Michigan two of the most violent, cruel punches I have ever seen performed. One landing solidly on his jaw bone, sending his head twisting around violently, and the other penetrating into his stomach. Taking Michigan's breath away momentarily and bringing a little blood to his lips. "You worthless piece of shit, I should sell you off instead of keeping you. You were an accident, you know that? Be thankful that we keep you. You'd be so much more useful if I could just sell you as a slave and collect the money. Too bad New Jersey doesn't allow that," he spat the words into Michigan's stunned face. He was, by now, used to being called cruel names and hearing harsh words, but I could see those words stinging his heart. It brought the tears to my eyes. Destiny had heard all of it. She was scared. I knew she would be safe though, Chris loved her to no end. Chris stormed off towards the kitchen, ramming his shoulder into Michigan's as he walked by. Poor Michigan was left there. Scared, hurt, confused. He closed his eyes and a single tear began it's down it's beaten pathway over his cheek. That was enough to bring my own tears spilling out. I knew exactly what Chris had in store for our son later. Aubrey slowly walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and rocking him slowly. From here on in, I knew it would be the beginning of the end for Michigan. Adrian - Michigan shivered as my fathers hands roved over my abs, I'd worked hard, always striving to look my best, I did so many things to keep in shape, run... jog... hike... But now... now I wished I hand't. Maybe if I were uglier he wouldn't do this... wouldn't touch me like this. But as violent as my father could be I'd never imagined, never thought his father would turn to slavery... and sexual servitude at that. He fought hard to remain focused despite the weakness in his knees and the tears now brimming in his eyes. Dad's tongue played crossed my stomach I gasped deeply and pulled back from the hotness that traced me. At the strike from my father I almost let out a yelp but somehow managed to keep it inside, Aubrey would come for sure... he didn't need to get involved, and then Destiny would come... she shouldn't.... couldn't see... and my little brother Jakob, oh god I hoped this never happened to him when I got to old... or left... if he even would allow me. My muscles rippled as each individually was stimulated by his strong muscular hand, I clenched my jaw so hard I shook just a little, just enough that he could feel my fear as his digits played my spine. My eyes grew a little wider and quivered a little more as I felt the firm grip and kneading of my ass, each cheek being manipulated viciously. Oh, god! His fingers moved to peel down my boxers and my heart jumped, my breath stopped, and I remained rigid and still until he snapped it back. I let out the sigh of relief, but the relaxing was short-lived as suddenly his fist met my vowel. I reeled to the side taken over by the sudden and vicious force. He'd never, in all the years of abuse and mistreatment felt me such a blow. My body quivered not even having time to completely straighten before the second just as painful blow crushed me knocking the breath out as I doubled over. I felt the wetness on my lips, it took a moment for my thoughts to realize it was my blood. His words rang in my ears, echoing over and over again, 'worthless piece of shit' I shuddered, he'd said things like this before... but none of them had seemed so genuine, never before had he seen the contempt that now scarred the otherwise fairly handsome face before him. I Shuddered as he stalked by me... I couldn't move, finally though I could close my eyes. Furthermore, I shut them causing the water in my eyes to brim out, a single tear streaming down. A lone droplet, making a wet and clean streak down my face, forging its way over the features etched in fear confusion and of course pain. I felt my twins arms around me, I knew he was trying to offer comfort... some was... I knew he was there for me... but that wouldn't do me much good when the ominous 'later' came. Furthermore, I wouldn't let him get involved, I wouldn't let him fight for me... There was no point in the both of us going to ruin... being destroyed. I heard my little sisters whimpers as she tried to force my mother to tell her what had happened and what was wrong with 'daddy'. Her innocence, her little voiced holding just a tinge of fear as mother soothed her saying it would be ok... I almost found myself chuckling. It wouldn't be ok... I knew it... it would never be ok. Christine:"Why do you do this to him?" I asked Chris as he stormed passed me. He stopped and turned, suddenly getting thoughtful. Then his anger returned. "Because I want him Christine. I just want to fuck him. Whenever I touch him his body feels so good under my hands. Just looking at him makes me so hard. It just makes me want him more. I want to grab his ass and shove my cock so deep into it that he cries out. I...," "Shhh, wait," I cut him off. "Destiny, honey, please go into the living room and play with your brothers," I said in my sweetest voice. "Yes mommy," she answered in the same voice. "She doesn't need to hear this," I glared at him. Destiny trotted with her little legs over to Aubrey and Michigan who were sitting on the couch talking. Michigan held his head in his hands but once he saw her, he immediately put on a fake smile as she hopped into his lap. He held her and tickled her, and she laughed and said something to him. His face brightened with his pure love for her. He kissed the top of her head. Then, she frowned and said, "Michigan, how comes Daddy hits you all the times?" ouch, that had to hurt, coming from her. Michigan kept his cool though. "Daddy hits me because sometimes I do things that he doesn't like, and it makes Daddy very angry," he said in his best baby voice. "Will Daddy hit me?" she asked in a worried voice. I glared over at Chris who was also watching this scene. "No Destiny, Daddy will never hit you because Daddy loves you very, very much and so does Mommy, and me, and Aubrey, and Jakob. We all love you, ok?" he kissed her hair. "Ok," she said, the huge bright smile coming back to her face. She then snuggled up in his arms, and eventually she fell asleep, him watching over her, a better father than Chris had ever been. I knew that, despite all those facts that abused children eventually become the abusers themselves, Michigan would make a fabulous father someday. He looked over at Aubrey and sighed. He then held Destiny in his arms and climbed the stairs to put her to bed. I looked at Chris. I thought he had been shaken by the whole situation but little did I know that the thoughtful look on Chris's face was deciding how he could manage to fuck his son later that night. Michigan sat on the couch, listening half-heartedly to the encouraging words from Aubrey, despite the source he had a hard time finding any comfort. Except for Aubrey it seemed the entire world had turned on him, his life was caving in, and his skin rippled as he thought of what would undoubtably happen, probably tonight. He swallowed hard and put his head in his hands, the shaking of his shoulders hardly visible as thousands of unseen knives shoved through his heart, tearing him to shreds." Michigan!" The sudden voice caused him to look up, at the innocence in the beautiful adorable face before him the pains were gone, if only for a moment..." Why's daddy hit you?" They were back... oh god he hoped he was right when he assured her she would never be hurt, he was pretty sure he was... it was Jakob that he was worried about... oh god poor Jakob. He looked at his little sisters smiling face and drew a finger to her sleeping face, even in slumber a happy child. He traced her cheek and brushed a hair from in front of her sleeping eyes. Furthermore, he raised himself up on wobbly legs and began to head upstairs kissing her cheek gently as he peeled back the blankets of her bed and laid her down." Good night princess... good night..." He watched her for a second as she slept, so soundly, such pleasant dreams she must be having as his world came crashing down in one night. Christine:I sat there thinking back to the days when Chris and I had been dating, just before we got married. I remembered us talking about having a house and kids and starting a family. He had been so sweet and gentle and loving. What had gone wrong? All the children were absolute angels. Especially the twins. They always loved and took care of their two, very younger siblings. So why did Chris beat them? Make their lives miserable? Aubrey had not experienced the sexual part of the abuse, and he never would because Chris had wanted ME to do it. I had thought about it but seeing the toll it's taking on Michigan, I could never force that kind of pain on one of my children. I wanted so badly to help Michigan, to make him feel even the slightest bit safer. A little more comfortable in his own home. I could see him self-destructing. I knew that he knew a part of him was dying. But there was nothing I could do but comfort him, and even that would be difficult with Chris looking over my shoulder every second. Aubrey and I walked up the stairs together. I saw Michigan lay Destiny down in her bed and brush a piece of hair away from her eyes. "Good night princess... good night," I heard him whisper. I loved them both so much. When Michigan turned and saw me, he lowered his head. I didn't want him to think that he had to act as a slave around me. I took his face in my hands and forced his golden colored eyes up to meet mine. Such a beautiful face. And his eyes, I could never tell where he and Aubrey got that color in their eyes. He was near perfection. An angel. "Michigan," I whispered, "Whatever happens tonight, you remember that I will always love you. I'm here for you. Don't let him ruin you. Things are going to get much, much worse but when you're hurting, please come to me. I love you my baby." My forehead wrinkled, and I searched his eyes for a sign of life. A sign that he had heard all I had just said. He lowered his eyes. I smiled a weak smile a kissed his forehead, closing my eyes and savoring the taste of his skin as a mother would. God, I hoped he'd be ok. "Thanks mom," he whispered. It was barely hearable but I definitely heard it. I patted his back and he and Aubrey went to their room to sleep. I saw the lights go out and begged God for peace in my house, if only for the night. It would not be granted as about 45 minutes later, I saw Chris walk up the stairs, completely wasted, and stumble into the boy's room. IOC: Argh, power went out after a perfect post of mine... *sighs*IC:Michigan:I watched Destiny sleeping, bought in her tranquility, engrossed in her innocent slumber, a soft smile played on her lips, probably from pleasant dreams... bought in her world of wonder and perfection as I... I felt my word being ripped away, crushed, all light squashed from it. I sat trembling in the darkness of my mind, waiting that final assault as she lay in the single beam of light, ignorant to the surrounding darkness... ignorant to the reality. As it should be, a perfect angel. I could've stood there for hours, but I heard footsteps in the hall and my back and shoulders stiffened. I heard them enter the room I turned OT face him, my tormented. But instead of his harsh and lustful face my gaze fell upon my mother, once my oasis in this harsh world, I wondered if I could find comfort and peace in her anymore. I wasn't sure... but I didn't want to find out otherwise here, not here in this room where my sister would hear. My eyes dropped obediently, fearing the reprimand. I felt her hand on my chin, her soft matronly touch made my eyes burn with tears that wanted to fall. It reminded me of what I had lost, a peaceful loving family.... a haven from the harshness of life... now life was my haven. As I looked up and saw her eyes, mine shimmered from the sheen that covered my eyes. Those words, they broke my heart. I wasn't sure why, but something cut through me, her words, "I love you." Love... that must have been it. What was so wrong with me... what had I done that father didn't love me anymore... the thought had entered my mind only briefly before, I dropped my head and squeezed my eyes shut tightly against her gentle and warm kiss. I could only barely choke out a"Thank you..." My oasis would be there... her and Aubrey, the only two I could go to in this... all I had. I began to walk back towards my bedroom, feeling the floor move, and hearing the creaks as I walked slowly. I lay in the bed, curling between the crisp cool sheets wrapping myself in them. Furthermore, I watched intently at the door...a good 20 minutes past and I began to feel relieved, maybe he wouldn't come... maybe it wouldn't happen after all...very slowly I began to drift into unconsciousness, my arms wrapped around a teddy I hadn't slept with since I was 8, taking comfort in the old toy as I snuggled into my bed. I didn't hear the creak of the floor, or the knob turn, or the door enter. Furthermore, I was too deep in sleep to hear the heavy and rapid breathing from the figure that had entered, I was lost in my slumber, the peace it brought me... but it was short lived. Christine:I heard the door to the boy's room creak and I instantly woke up. I crept to the door after I saw Chris sneak in. I kneeled down so that I wouldn't be seen. Chris pulled his knees-up onto Michigan's bed and straddled the child's body, his cock hard and prominent under his boxers. He leaned down and kissed Michigan's neck so gently, I could have sworn, I had never seen him so gentle with either twin ever. Michigan immediately awoke and tried to sit up, the skin on his lips touching his father's cock. Michigan shuddered at the touch. Chris pushed him back down onto the bed on his back. Michigan looked over to Aubrey, but Aubrey was sound asleep. (He could sleep through an earthquake.) Chris easily slipped Michigan's boxers off of his hips. Michigan had given up and it was apparent. Chris then slipped off his own, revealing his enormous cock. I winced realizing all the pain that Michigan would have taking that monster up his ass with no lubricant. It was like, 12 inches longs and 2 and 1/2 inches thick. He had torn my pussy many times before I had learned to adjust to him. At least Chris was being civil, being so gentle with him and all. Michigan closed his eyes. I wondered what was running through his head at that moment. Chris flipped him over so that he was laying on his strong stomach. He kissed a trail down the back of his neck and spine, grabbing Michigan's tight ass. He pushed his finger between his cheeks and laid it across Michigan's tiny, dry, cherry hole. You would have a hell of a time trying to fuck that kid with your finger without tearing him. Chris put his arms around his son's waist and played with his stomach muscles, eventually his hands roamed over Michigan's cock and balls. He shivered. Chris then pulled Michigan into a tight embrace. I could see no love in it, only lust. "Relax baby, it's going to hurt like mother fucking hell, but I can make it worse if you tense up. Get ready whore, I've been waiting for this forever," he whispered into his ear. Michigan drew in a deep breath and exhaled, waiting. Michigan was breathing heavily as his father straddled him, his dreams had turned to unpleasant thoughts and imaginings. At the kiss he stirred awake, remembering the day as what he thought to be a nightmare. But as he opened his eyes to see his father over him, he knew it was all true. He went to pull the teddy up closer as he rose to sit, he felt his lips on his fathers cock and drew back not having noticed the large bulge before him. He fell back instantly frightened as his father shoved him down. Furthermore, he gulped sharply glancing at Aubrey, the support he sought was not there, his plea for help unanswered he felt his eyes begin to burn. He felt the familiar sensation of his father rolling the band of his boxers down, but this time he did not stop, he pulled them quickly down. I bit my lip as my own manhood was revealed below my quivering hips, I couldn't move I was frozen as I saw father moving down his own boxers, his large and erect member standing proudly before him. It was huge, and Michigan's eyes widened before he shut them tight, not wanting to see what would happen, not wanting to know. His mind tried to come up with pleasant images, he did at first, he saw images of him and his brother, his family out on a picknick, before the beatings, and now ratings started. He had been so happy a smile started to creep crossed his face, but at his fathers kisses he instantly forgot them his mind was filled with nothing but the sensations. His cheeks tightened involuntary as his father teased his ass. Michigans cock hardened only a little at the fondling, the fear had full control, he would not move, he laid quacking but obeying. As he was ripped up and into his embrace, he thought for a moment he'd changed his mind... no luck. Soon he was shoved down again, his father getting ready to take him." Get ready whore."' At that Michigan began to weep into his pillow, half smuggled as he was listening. Christine He clenched his teeth. Oh God, this was going to be bad. Chris would not stop until he had gotten every bit of pleasure out of the boy that he could. I remembered back when Chris and I had sexed all the time. That huge cock of his took hours to get into my hole. It was at least a foot long and 2 and a half inches thick. It was going to hurt, terrible. I had never, ever let Chris into my ass, knowing the pain it would cause, but now he was forcing it on Michigan. Poor kid. With a loud grunt, Chris shoved as much as he could fit into him. I heard a muffled scream and saw the blood flow. Chris twisted and screwed and pounded and ground but after about a half an hour, all he got in was 3 inches. Michigan's tight virgin hole ripped to accommodate his father and every inch Chris pounded in, it tore further and further and further. No lubricant, no nothing, just one huge cock and one tight hole, and an innocence lost tonight. Chris kept grinding away and Michigan's screams slowed to heavy breathing as he was getting used to the sensation of his ass tearing. I saw Michigan gripping a teddy bear that I hadn't seen him with since he was 8. He held it tightly, and I watched his arms tremble around it. It made me cry all over again. The clock struck the hour and Chris was just about all the way inside his son. 15 minutes later, I saw his pubic hair rubbing against Michigan's ass. Then he began to hump him. In and out, he kept torturing the child with his massive member. I wished that Michigan was my little baby boy again so that I could pick him up and hold him and rub his back and make everything better, but I knew that he was a teenager now and that I could provide little comfort for him like that. Chris pounded and pounded and eventually, I saw the thick white cum pulsing out of his cock and into Michigan's ass. The hot liquid filled his ass up and the excess began sliding back onto Chris's cock. He kept thrusting until his cock went completely limp, and he pulled it out. Then came the beating. He flipped Michigan over and began pounding fists into his face and stomach and chest. 7 punches to his face, then 7 to his stomach. I couldn't think of what could make you want to hurt a child like that. Over and over and over. He beat him for hours. Finally, with one giant slam to the face, Michigan's body went limp and Chris knew that he had passed out. He kicked Michigan in the side a few times and then walked over to our bedroom. I guess he was still horny because his hand went immediately between my legs. I was aware of him rubbing my pussy but all I could think about was Michigan. Left in his bed bleeding, our cold, with tear stains covering his cheeks. My baby. Oops, by the way, Unregistered, is me, babydoll31. It just didn't take the name the first time I posted this, so I figured to make it simple I'd leave it like that. But, I accidentally forgot to log out so I had to post under my real name. Sorry, I'm on vacation for a week. Could you just hold up the thread until I get back? You can put your post in, I'm just letting you know that I can't respond for a while. Than! Bubble! IOC: That's alright, I'll miss ya! Hear from ya when ya get back! Michigan:Christine He felt the cock tip rubbing against his asshole and he unconsciously clenched it, not a good idea. He shoved suddenly in between the clenched walls burying only about 3/4 an inch in, the dry skin ripped suddenly, tearing through him with unbelievable pain. I felt as if he hands sliced me through, his cock hardly impaled on me and still my scream was deep into the pillow, I could hardly breathe, but I didn't care... I clenched my fingers tight around the teddy as tears immediately flooded into my eyes dampening the pillows. He began to shove harder, it didn't move, he twisted and squirmed, and I tried desperately to force my muscles to relax, but the war was in vain as he shoved deeper, going painfully slowly into my orifice. At this moment I couldn't think of anything, but the red-hot fire that engulfed my body, I'd never felt pain anywhere's near this... no injury matched this one, and this wasn't simply a physical injury, the mental torment doubled it as I sobbed biting the soft material of the pillow as he continued trying to shove his length in. After what seemed an eternity he was only partial in, not even half way. My breaths were long and deep with continuous grunts and groans of pain. I was past the point of screaming. I felt the tender skin tear to conform to the vast width of the foreign cock. Furthermore, I shook tremendously as he continued his quest. Throughout the night he forced himself further and further into me... My groans were loud, there was no pleasure in them, only the seeing pain. His cock was deep with in me... I wanted to die. The worst pain I could imagine was in me... I thought it must be over.... at least the next time it wouldn't hurt as bad... my head was light, my eyes closed tight, had sparks of light dancing under the lids as he began his thrusting. After a short while I felt an odd new feeling, very similar to an enema... a quick, but seeing, stream of fluid overtook my rectum, filling my bowels with a soft white fluid. In sticky ropes it coated my insides soon flowing out and around my fathers massive member. I twitched beneath him but nothing more, I was exhausted, his cock in me was the only thing keeping me up as I was faint on the bed. He pulled out, it was over. Over I was rolled I thought for a last torment... I guess in a sense this was right, but it was physical. His fist suddenly balled up landing smack on my chin. I was shocked, but there was nothing I could do but groan and whimper meekly as his hands moved to leave bruises around the rest of my body. I felt the blood running down the inside of my mouth... I didn't care. At this moment, all was lost... nothing mattered... the beating didn't matter... I continued to mildly resist, but I couldn't, my hands were useless in opposition, presented no obstacle to the pummeling fists. I wished for an end... and I got it, with a sudden jab to the face I felt a darkness overcome me... it enveloped me. She coaxed me into her arm, the darkness, and cradled me in her web as I drifted willingly into unconsciousness, away from the horrible fists and screams of rage outside... inside... into her arms... into her comfort. Hey, Sorry it took so long, I just got back. Well, you probably figured out that this thread is pretty much over. Thanks for writing with me. I know the whole concept was pretty gruesome and cruel, but that's pretty much my boyfriend's everyday life. Everything we just wrote about happens to him all the time. I love him so much, and I wish I could help ease his pain but what his parents make him go through is beyond repair. I don't know why I started a thread about it, I guess I just wanted to talk about it with someone else while pretending it wasn't real. It's funny though, the character you wrote about, you played him out exactly the way my boyfriend is in real life. I hadn't expected that. Thanks again for being in this thread with me, and maybe I'll see you again in another thread. =) CYA! Wow, that's terrible. I really enjoyed playing this... different concept out. I hate to hear that this is real, and I hope your boyfriend gets out of there, I really do. Furthermore, I'm glad you were happy with the character, that it's real is just... terrible. Your boyfriend sounds like a great guy and I hope everything gets better for the both of you! It's been wonderful, I really look forward to posting with you again.

My Son_ My Husband's Slave|rating:1.0

The chase is on

It is the year of 1889 a vampire lord got tired of vampire guys and wanted human male, and he does get the human males. It is 2015 he has been doing this for years and the things changed and can't find a guy he likes, and he finds one and will get the guy for himself. Username xserenityxninax Name Erie White age 18 race human likes music reading writing guys bio Erie is Yuki best friend since they both of the same they both like guys, but Erie feels that Yuki might be in danger and tries to keep him safe and be happy as well. Picture username xserenityxninax Name Yuki dark age 17 race human likes music reading bio Yuki is a guy that guys are cute, but he knows something else, but something will happen to him, he just doesn't know of it yet. Picture Username: Rise Name: Res Hire Age 153 Race: Vampire Clan: Germany (Séance). Like: Humans, Music, Reading, Blood Bio: Res is a wealthy hunter he hunts to eat. Human are mere play things to him. Every once in a while a human will come in to his life he wants, and he does get them. Those when he's done playing with them, he has a nice meal then leave the body buried in a graveyard, or uses chemicals to destroy it those he has done a few bond fires with their corpses. It depends what he can do where. Res can not go out in the sunlight without being fully cover up and even then he smokes. He is old enough to not trust in to flames, but it still hurts, and it really weakens him. Res has a few powers but when he hunts he is like to seduce his prey and where don't their willpower then take the kill. Picture: Username: Rename: Ken Fares Age 153Race: Vampire Clan: Reserve (Resaves)Like: Humans, Music, Reading, Blood Bio: Grow up with Res childhood friends. EricYuki outfit Yuki was getting up, and he didn't know it was nighttime and forget to get up earlier. Yuki got up and went to the bathroom and took a shower. When Yuri got out of the shower he went to his room and went to put on his emo goth outfit and liked it as well. Yuki left his room and went out, and he went to meet his friends to this place in the town it is a bar that his friends and him go to at night. Yuki went to the bar and waited for his friends and looked at the moon and liked it but felt like something is watching him. Res was inside the bar already knife the air without being caught. He was seeking out his new prey. There were many males to choose from, but only one stood out to him as he lipped his lips. He sips his red wine and his eyes had locked on to the young male he was studying him. Seeing what type of person he was before he even was going to try to seduce him. That was his fave part breaking them before he feed it brought him great pleaser. So for now he would watch the boy from a cross the room. Yuki and his friends were having a great time at the bar but had to leave soon. Yuki had to go to the bathroom before they go home for the night. Yuki told his friends he had to go to the bathroom and Yuri got up and went to the bathroom it was on the other side of the bar he went past the bar and went into the bathroom but felt like someone is watching him. Res smirked seeing the young boy all alone and slip in to the restroom with the boy. When he enters he check with his nose to make sure no one else was there but the boy and him self. Res locked the bathroom door and smirked as he waited to watch his hand slowly and Waite for the boy to finish up. Yuki was done using the bathroom, and he had to meet his friends and he opened the door and wash his hands. After he was done he saw a man and was in shook "I am sorry you scared me sir well if you don't mind I have to go." "Oh hello there I didn't realize anyone else was in here but me." The vampire easily lied this was a natural art form for him. "Shouldn't you wash your hand clean hands are away a good thing. For someone with manors." Res was teasing the young man and looking at him with a simple smile on his face. Yuki looked at him and sigh "you must be stupid already I did already but if you don't mind I must go home I need my sleep for the night." Yuki looked at him, and he had to sleep he hates to be up 5 in the morning. Res smirked. "Oh so you did well lets head out together. The sun will be up soon if you stay up any longer." He joked to him self and unlocked the restroom door stepping out. The vampire would let the human go for tonight this was going to be fun the humans blood smelt deciduous. He was planing on stocking the boy for a while longer. To find out where the boy lived. Yuki looked at him and nodded, and they went back to his home and saw the sun coming up, and they were in front of his house. "Well here it is thanked you sir for walking back to my house I hope to see you again someday." Yuki got to his front door and looked at him. The man smiled. "Good morning and goodbye." Res walked away like it was nothing those once out of sighted of the humans he dispersed and turn invisible and moved back to where the human house was. He found a dark stop to camp out in while he watched the boy front door. Yuki went into his house and went to his room and was going to sleep for a long time it was the summer for him. Yuki went into his night clothes and went on his bed and went to sleep. Res soon was asleep in his dark area outside the house still very much invisible to any around. But before he went to sleep he set up a barrier so that if the boy left the house he would know and wake up to track him. Yuki went to sleep and sleeps until like 9 at night he was like a vampire type not like it. Yuki had a felling that someone is watching him but didn't know it who it was. Res woke up and yawned he used an illusion to make it look like he changed his clothes. He waited invisible outside OG the boy house waiting for him to come out of the house. He was going to try to win the boy over soon. Furthermore, he licked his lips thinking about the boy warm blood flowing in to his body. When he bites human they were in pure pleaser before they would die. He was going join doing that to this un know boy. Yuki woke up he got from one of his friends to go to the park with them, and he said yes of course. Yuki went into the bathroom and got a shower. When he was done with his shower he went to his room and went to changed into his emo outfit this time he loved his emo stuff a lot. Yuki left his room and left his house and went to the park with his friends and waited for them to hurry as well. Res saw where the boy was heading and used his speed to get there ahead of time and sit on one of the benches in the park and turn un invisible and wait for the boy to pass him. He was acting like he was reading a book in the park. Even at night this wasn't totally uncommon of people to do when they wanted some quiet. When he saw the boy walking a lone he laughed playful. "Are you following?" He smiled to the boy who was waiting for his friends. Yuki looked at him "it is you again sir well I am waiting for my friends they told me they are coming here and we're just going to walk around here and smoke as well and one of friends like this place more than the castle park that place is scary." Yuki looked at him and went to the tree and just looked at him and then the sky. Res smiled. "I don't think that place is to bad it actually very plant over there because not many people go there." He smiled. "Those there is a few myths about the place which I wonder if they could be told. They say people going missing and some time screams of pleaser are heard from it but those people who went well never return." Res smirked. "I guess it is scream but very inserting." Yuki looked at him and didn't really like the Idea about it "well they saw about that guy he never comes out of his home, and he is scary as well you might be cute, but he is scary." Yuki tried not to think about the man at the same time. "Well it may be scary but if you with someone it's not to scream. We could go together I sure it's just a myth about people going missing there, or the cop would have broken in and taking the person by now. It problem just a hermit type person and people don't understand them so they make up while stories." Res smiled to the boy. He could hear the boy heart beat, and it was making him want to feed just little. Yuki looked at him and didn't know what to say, but his friends were taking to long "sure why not my friends are late, and sometimes they never come anyway so why not." Yuki looked at him and started to smoked he likes to smoke a lot. Res smiled and put his book in to his back pocket then moved over to walk next to his yummy prey. He leads him to the castle park. "I know all type of story about the place. I also wrote a paper on it, but I could never get the person who live in the house to give me quote something I could use in my reports for my book." res laughed. "I write books on the super natural or murders some types they are one and to seem. Those all my books are pass off as make believe." He laughed. "So do you like to read?" Yuki looked at him and sigh as well "if you are talking about vampires I am ok with them, I know about this vampire person he might not be real or not, but they say he likes men never women so he is a gay vampire and I like that myself, but he used to go after vampire males and a few years ago he started with humans he killed humans looking for his lost love or something like that. But that is a story I read about it when I was young." "So you have heard it." Res smirked as they enter the castle park and res was leading him to the center of the park. Near the house. "Tomorrow you can brag that you actually walk and went near the house." Res smiled. "Those there really nothing to be scared about." Res looked over the boy wanting him more now. "So what are you in to?" Yuki looked at him "well I like dark things like music drawings books vampire things is more my thing, and I am a goth guy." Yuki looked at him and knew of that as well, and he looked at the castle. Res smirked. "You like vampires?" Res laughed "I bet if you saw a real one you would run." Res laughed to him self. "Or would you be the brave type to let a vampire bite you." Res smirked to him self seeing what the boy would say. Yuki sigh and looked at him "I would love to met one, and I would never run away from one if he bit me well I might tell you that another time I think." Res laughed and smirked. "Then you brave enough to go up to castle house and go inside to see if the say vampire who live there is in?" Res didn't believe the boy won't run when he found a real vampire what he would toy with this boy a little more before he feed. He was starting to think a light sneak from the boy but not to kill him, yet these could be fun doing it the slow way. Yuki looked at him and sigh Yuki went in front of the castle and opened the door and went inside of it and didn't see anything it was dark in and didn't how long he lived here. Yuki went through a room and found the room where the vampire sleeps and likes the bed as well. Yuki sees pictures of the man many years ago and knows the man "it is the man who I talked to you." Res had founded be hidden the boy and stood in the own doorway of his bedroom looking at the boy. "So it does looked like me funny huh." Res grinned then shut his door and locked it and walked closer to the boy. "What your name?" Res move slowly to the boy watching him carefully. Yuki looked at him and looks at the picture "my name is Yuki and what about you sir what is your name?" Yuki looked at him and Yuki can't stop looking at him. "Its Res." Res simply answer the boy moving over to him and lightly touched the boy shoulder. "Are you scared" Res smiled softly moving to Yuki side sliding behind the boy. "I bet you want to run right about him." Res smirked to him self now having the boy in his lair know the boy could not get far even if he tried. Yuki looked at him "I am not scared of him and if I was, I would come with you in the first place. And Besides Res one reason I am here Res is that vampires are real to me and my life is bad and I want someone to love me not a girl I would like a guy to love me." "Really now." Res lightly kissed the boy neck from behind him. "You want love is that right?" Res arms lightly wrapped around the boys hips pulling him closer to him with a grin. Res whisper in to the boys' ear softly. "Stay here then, and I'll grant you that wish of your." He once again kissed Yuki neck. It was hard to keep from wanting to bite the boy, yet he was getting so very hungry with the boy so very close to him. He wanted the boy to except his fate before he finally took all the boy was by draining him. Yuki blushed, and he knew it as well "so it is you Res the vampire the Fate we met for you to drink my blood and kill me but would you be happy about not knowing what you really want Res." Yuki looked at him with his dark cold eyes. "I'll be happy enough with a nice warm meal." Res let his fang grow out a little and lightly dragged them across the boy neck not letting them sank in. "What do you have in mind my little midnight snack." Res pulled him close not letting Yuki move far form him. Smelling the young boy scent that was driving him crazy. "I sure you my bite better than sex." He teases the boy with his fangs that softly dragged over the soft flesh of the boy neck. Yuki looked at him and sigh "kill me if you want but if you do what will you do to make you happy Res tell me that?" Yuki looked at him with his cold dark eyes just like a vampire eyes. "Don't look at me like that." Res kissed the boy neck once again. "I'm not going to kill you.........................yet." He adds softly barely able to be heard. "Those body is curving it need it I can feel your blood pushing under my fangs. I want it and need it." Res kissed the boy neck and sucked on the boy neck a little teasing the boy. "Let me drink I promise you, you'll enjoy it and want me to do it more. The pleaser from a vampire kiss is something not many humans get to feel." His fang lightly press in to the boy skin without breaking the skin. Yuki looked at him and didn't say anything "so you just love my blood just not loving me in that way is that it." Yuki looked at him and wanted to know. Res took a breath and licked his fangs. "Don't be like that a vampire need to eat." Res rested his head on the boy shoulder he was so hungry, but he was trying to Waite to eat. If the boy keeps this up he wasn't sure how much longer he could control his desire for the boy blood. "I can give you want and care for you but right now I'm thinking with my fangs right now. I am striving." Yuki looked at him and didn't have a choice in the matter "alright than drink my blood much as you that doesn't mean of killing me." Yuki looked at him and his blood is sweet and rich, and he might die as well. Res smiled and lend Yuri down to his bed and laid him down on then got on top of him. He licked his lips his fangs were twitching to bite and drink from the boy. Res held the boy hand as he lay on top of him his fang finally sinking in to the boy neck to feed. Res was in Evan as he feed enjoy the warm blood-letting it flow from the boy in to him. Res wasn't going to kill the blood only take half a pint of blood. The vampires kiss was pleasurable if the boy had ever had sex this would trump it by far. Res held the boy hand toying with it as he feed. Yuki didn't know what was going with him, but he blushed, and he was like happy, and he liked him but was scared of him at the same time. "Res why....why did you pick.... me?" Yuki felt his hand in his hand. Res didn't answer as he feed but when he was done he licks the boy bite marks letting them fade away like he was never a bit in the first place. Res then licked his lips and kissed the boy lips softly. He slowly pulled back and smiled. "Thank you I need it. Badly." He softy kissed Yuki lips again as his hand still held on to the boys. "Why... maybe because you smelt so good, it was driving me nuts I wanted to be closer to you." Res laid his head down on Yuki chest listening to the heart beat of the boy. Yuki looked at him and blushed and knew something, but he was a human and the man was a vampire "maybe you want to be loved I might be wrong, but I am just thinking of course." Yuki turned his head and looked at the window at the night sky. "Who want love? That is an need emotion. I mean when you live forever you don't care for it. You need to live for your self and feed when you can. Its just that simple. Life is cold and rule and life is dark it never gets any better over time just worst." Res said as he held on to the boy listening to the sound of his heart beat. "What a pretty sound." He smiled softly toying with the boy hand. Yuki looked at him and blushed but sigh and looked at the window. "So Res what are you really going to do me I do know you can't let me go I know that but are you going to let me live or kill me I just want to know, and I don't want to say this but for a vampire guy you are heavy." Yuki looked at him and didn't want to hurt him for a vampire of course. "I'll decide later what to do with you but for now." He smirked. "Your dinner, breakfast and lunch." Res nuzzled in to Yuki. "Oh I am heavy? I may have to go on a diet then" He laughed and kissed Yuki neck where he had bitten him airily. "I know it not nice, but I like to play with my food a little." Res sat up on to Yuki chest and used his hand to gently turn Yuki face to look him in to the eyes. "What do you want me to do with you my tasty treat." Yuki thinks of something and said "you try me laying on you, I would like that a lot and making out if you have a problem with Res I am going to die anyway so what the heck do something with a vampire." Yuki looked at him, and he was not lying at all. "Are you mad at me for wanting to eat you?" Res smirked and kissed Yuki nose. "Well A vampire has to eat to live it nothing personal." Res rolled over letting Yuki be on top of him he didn't care who was on top he knows he could catch Yuki if he wished too. Res went back to toying with Yuki's hand softly. Yuki looked at him and fell asleep on his chest and he was warm there, and he liked it there as well. "You know you are cute for a vampire I like you a lot of res." Yuki went to sleep and didn't wake up. Res smirked and wrapped his arms around Yuki. For a human blood bag he was really cute as far as a Funchal goes. Res smiled and kissed Yuki forehead and soon went to sleep with Yuki on his chest. He was planing on keeping Yuri for a long time because it was a renewing food force right in his room. Res smiled happily and petted Yuki hair a little. "I'll keep you." He whispers in Yuki ear. Yuki sleeps for a long time and loved it as well and felt like someone really cared for him and wish that he could be a vampire and be with him, but he knows that would never happen he might not like it at all. Yuki looked at him and smiled and went back to sleep, and she was falling in love with him, he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Res slept the night with Yuki not moving once. Res was so very cold with no heart beat and did not breathe at all when he slept he really would seem dead if Yuki did not know any better. When night came again Res burn a little of his blood he warms his skin and make his heartbeat and make it look like he was breathing. Those it was all a lie his powers created. Res looked to Yuki and pet his head. "Morning my little snack." Res kissed Yuki forehead trying to wake him up. Res was hungry, and he had an easy meal right here with him. Res had bad flaw more of a curse place on him, he could only eat from the willing which sucked for him because it meat he could go long periods of time and be totally hungry and could not forceful take blood from humans. Yuki woke up and saw him "Res are you alright, and you called me what?" Yuki looked sat and looked at him and her black hair is hiding his eyes and Res didn't know Yuki was blushing. "I called you my little snack." Res lightly run his hand through Yuki soft hair. "I'm a little hungry and my fangs are twitching for blood." Res toy with Yuki hand. "Let me drink your blood once again. I need it." Res took Yuki hand and brought it to his lips and kissed the back of Yuki's hand. Res like this boy he was so very cute but in the end he was food to Res, and he knows that. "Res you don't need to ask me alright you can take my blood just don't do it when I sleep I like to sleep and dream about things mostly about you." Yuki blushed a lot and knew that he would anyway and knew they can't be together he would be his food until he dies, but he likes him a lot. Res smiled happily and kisses Yuki lips deeply for a while before breaking the kiss. He didn't need to breathe, but he knows Yuri did so he let Yuki catch his breath little. Then Res moved his lips to Yuki's neck and started to feed he wasn't going to kill Yuki just take enough to wake up fully and move around. Res was glad Yuki gave him free rein over his blood. This blood was going to connect the pair together for a very long time. When Res was done feeding he licked Yuki neck closing the wound up. Res licked his lips. "What do you want to do together tonight?" Yuki looked at him and smiled and hugged him tight and knew he can't let him go ever "I don't understand why are you not going to kill me are you in love with me Res?" Yuki looked at him and had to know it as well. "Don't get to far ahead of your self. You're just a renewing food force." Res run his hand through Yuki hair. "So what do you want to do tonight." Res toyed once again with Yuki hand. This vampire need his blood and it this kid would stay around him, he could keep getting feed without going out hunting every night this could really work out for him Res thought. Yuki looked at him "well you could take me on a date and be a nice guy for this night." Yuki looked at him and smiled, and he would like that as well. "Fine as long as you don't run away." Res said ABD looked at Yuki who was still resting on his chest. "So to the movie then my sweet treat." Res lightly stroke Yuki back smiling up at him. "First Res you will call me Yuki for the rest of the night alright." Yuki kisses him deeply and let go of the kiss "or I will have to do something if you don't alright." Yuki was a good lover boy sometimes but loved guys a lot. "Oh and if I don't call you Yuki for the rest of the night what will you do?" Res kissed Yuki back and smirked softly. He would see what his little treat would do if he didn't call him his name. Res sat up making Yuki sit in his lap. "Your cute when you first wake in the evening. Yuki looked at him and blushed and smiled at him and tried to hided his face "what about making out with me, or you don't want to do that Res?" Res kissed Yuki nose. "I won't mind it just it will problem make me starving again." Res laughed and hugged Yuki to him. "Let go out the movies I won't want to drain you dry now." Res kissed Yuki lips and smiled. Yuki looks at him and smiled "alright but can I stay on you for a while longer you are warm to me." Yuki hugs him tight and will never let go of him he really likes him a lot. Res smiled. "I'm only warmed up by your blood, so my warmth is your." Res smiled and hugged Yuki he kissed Yuki lips softly. "Tell me more about your self?" Res softly stroke his hand down Yuki back slowly. Yuki looked at him and didn't want to say but just said about his life "well I live on my own since my father is in jail my mother with some guy and I didn't want to live with them, so I just went to be on my own the funny thing is I like it as well." Yuki looked at him and knew his life was bad enough and didn't what to do with his life his father in jail and his mother with some guy in another place. Res nuzzled in to Yuki and hugged him. "Well your mind now so don't worry about that." Res would protect his food force now. Res picked up Yuki and stood up carrying Yuki. "Already time to take a shower and get clean for the night." Yuki looked at him, and he was blushing a lot and didn't know what to do about that but nodded and said "well you might stay out of the bathroom when I take a shower alright." Yuki looked at res and wanted to be alone in the shower. Res set Yuki down. "Find then you may shower alone." Res kissed Yuki lips softly. The bathroom had no windows and no way light could enter inside of it. "But I'll be right outside the door waiting for you to finish up." the bathroom was so very big it was a very classical looking one. It had everything the show bath was so big three people could problem fit commerce inside of it. Yuki went into the bathroom and love it and thinks this place is really cool and went into the tub while the water was ready for him, he took his clothes off. When he got into the tub and felt safe in it and fell asleep in it and went to sleep for a while. When Yuri didn't come out of the bath in about 20 mins Res open the door and Waite in. What he saw was Yuki was fast a sleep in the tube. Res shook his head and moved over to Yuki and stuck his hand in the tube to drain the water. Last thing he wanted was for Yuri to drown in the bath and there would go his food force. Res got a big fought towel and wrapped Yuki nude body up in it and carry Yuki back in to the bedroom and lay him down on the soft bed, Yuki was still sleeping, and he turned over, and he was cute when he sleeps and the towel went off him and sleeps again. (I am sorry for being short I am tired right now) (its fine it happens) Res smiled and tugged Yuki under the blankets of the bed and kissed Yuki cheek. Res thought he is cute for a food force. Res sat on the bed then laid done next to Yuki and cuddled up with him going back to sleep. He would get as much sleep as he could and this seems like a good enough time as any. Yuki turned over, and his body was showing a lot and was dreaming of something and didn't like it at all. Yuki woke up and rubbed her eyes and sat up and got up and looked at res "what happen how did I get into your room res and why am I cold?" "You fell asleep in the bath so your nude and in my bed. Those you slide from under the covers. That explain why your so cold." Res smiled and kissed Yuki head. "Don't worry you're not a vampire." He laughed. "Ok why don't you get dressed in these clothes. "Res hand Yuki some of his spear clothes and smiled to him. "So what were you dreaming about that make you woke up so quickly from?" Yuki looked at himself and hid his face from him and took the clothes and put them on and looked at him "let just say it is about my past and I really don't want to talk about it, but I will tell you one thing it is about my father the one who is in Jail." Yuki looked at him and didn't know what to do about it. "Want me to eat him for you?" Res smirked over to Yuki and walked up behind Yuri and hug him. "I would dry him drain without a tendon thought in my head and no one else would need to know what us." Yuki looked at him and hugged him so tight "it would be great that man must die what he did to me and my mother do you want me to tell you what he did to me?" Yuki looked at him and put his hand on his face and smiled at him. "Only if you want to tell me Yuki I won't push it." Res smiled and kissed Yuki forehead. "Then I'll eat him those I'll have to get him to give me his blood willing which won't be too hard." He smirked. Yuki went on the bed and looked at him "alright I think you need to know why my father is in jail see when I was a kid like 13 he hit my mother a lot and when my mom was out of it my father came to me that night and rape me and when my mother found out she called the cops and that is why he went to jail and then I knew I was not the same again. When my mom got married again the man she married hated me for what I was." Yuki started to cray about and wish he never said anything about it. (I wrote a reply, but my computer had frozen so I lost it.) Res walked over to Yuki and sat on the bed and pulled Yuki in to his lap. Res then kissed Yuki for head. "Don't cry I'll drain him dry I promise my dear. So don't cry." Res hugged Yuki he is like his renewing food force a little too much. "Well drinking him dry will be good for you, I won't need to feed form you for a while which mean your blood can rebuild." Res smiled and hugged Yuki highly. "So just tell me which jail I am going to his name and other things to find him, and I'll eat him. Just don't dry ok" Yuki looked at him and knew he would do it for him but don't know why, but he wanted his father dead anyway "the is Jail is blood Jail it is next to the bar where you and I met that is the one his name is Jack he is an evil man." Yuki looked at him and was scared as well what will he do to his father. "Oh that jail I know it very well." Res smirked and nip Yuki ear a little. "Do you want to come or wait here until I finish with your father?" Res playful nip at Yuki neck knowing that if he left his renewing blood force alone he won't run away from him. "If it is alright with you if I stay here, and I need the rest for some reason I need my rest I am tired of do you mind if I stay here for a while and sleep Res?" Yuki looked at him, and he looked at the night sky and loved it as well. "I know why you're so sleepy. I took your blood two nights in grow. You'll be fine, but you need to drink some OJ and eat some food. Before I leave you need to do this for me ok?" Res said because if his renewing food force did not do this he could not make more blood for res to drink. Yuki nodded and lay on the bed and closed his eyes and said "please hurry back and have a good time killing my father I hate him still this day." Yuki looked at him and smiled at him and sigh as well and Yuki fell right to sleep. Res got the OJ and some pizza he had in his refer just in case he had guest over/ Res walked back up stair and woke Yuki up when he realized Yuki fell a sleep. "Eat and drink this before I leave you just to make sure you will be ok when I re turn." "I am alright besides I can't eat I only drink and water is fine for me Res I promise you alright I just need sleep that is all for me." Yuki drank some water and went under the covers and went to sleep again and was like a sweet little child. Res growled at Yuki. "No need food! Don't make me used my power on you to eat." He held the OJ and Pizza. "You will kill your self this way if you don't eat, so I don't be able to drink your blood no you need to eat, so I can eat." Yuri was mad and throw at the floor" I will not eat alright I just can't alright I get sick when I eat alright I am very a sick boy when I eat I get sick for days that is why I drink water and other things just leave me alone alright." Yuki went on the bed and went to sleep again and didn't want to hear it again. Res growled leaving the food and drink on the night stand. "Will talk about this later. You will eat this, and we will get you well." With that res left kicking the door to the bedroom and heading off to go form the boy father. It wasn't hard to fine the man had Yuki scent on him. Res use illusion to be turned invisible and slipped inside the jail with no problem. He was able to get through tall the bar and locks with his other powers. Once in the cell with Yuki father Res smirked and made an Allison of another scene fooling the man mind. Yuki looked at the food and drink he sighs about it, and he got up and started to eat and linked the food and went to drink the drink and was tired again and went to sleep. Yuki thought of one thing his father what he did to him when he was 13 and hated for him it. Soon Res trick Yuki father in to giving his blood willingly then drain him dry him drain and left the human corpse dead on the floor. Res licked the wound to make it disappear then used his powers to just invisible walk back out of the jail. Res licked his lips now have a full meal then walking back to his own place to see Yuki. Yuki was sleeping still and didn't know what to do about himself and thought of things and about his father his mother and Res and knew he wouldn't kill him he would just protect him. Yuki opened his eyes and looked at the sky and had to know something "does he love me more than a meal I need to know about his past I really need to know." Res unlocked his door and walked in to his bedroom to see Yuri licking his lip. "Yuki you up?" Then he saw the food and drink finished and smiled happily. "You ate I'm glad." Yuki looked at him and stood up and looked at him and went to him and put his arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, and he had to know if he kissed him back he knew it all along. Res wrapped his arms around his pet and kissed him back pulling him close. Res picked up Yuki while he was kissing him and had Yuki wrap his legs around him. Yuki blushed a lot and knew it he pulled away and said "Res do you love me that is not a pet Res?" Yuki looked at him and didn't know what to do right now. "What do you mean?" Res set Yuki down on the bed. "If your asking does I want more than food from you. Or if I actually have feeling for you. Your food simple as that I have no need for love its usually emotion. I can fake it, but I want my food." Res simply said not trying to be cold, but it would come off as that. Yuki was upset and started to cry "so you don't care is that it well I love you alright." Yuki didn't look at him, he looked at the wall and said nothing. Res wrapped his arms around Yuki and kissed his neck. "Shh don't cry. There nothing to cry about." Res nuzzled in to Yuki neck. Res didn't know what to do to make his renewing blood force he didn't want him upset he did like him. Yuki looked at him "please tell me what you feel about me, I know you like me but tell me you need to understand I am human you need to tell me Res." Yuki just looks at him and smiled and knew he does love him, but he won't say it to him. "Your food you won't get a better answer than that so quit trying got it." Res picked up Yuki and sat back on to the bed and change the topic. "Explain to me why you can not eat much?" Yuki looked at him and sigh "when I was little but father feed me a lot food to me when I was little, and he was trying to kill me, and after he tried to do that I throw up on him. My mother took me the doctor and found out I was sick to a lot of food and the only thing I can eat is pizza water and Ice cream and beer." Yuki looked at him, and he drinks the water and drinks a lot of it. (my post didn't post sorry) "Well I will just have to keep that stock here. Those no beer for you, I don't want to get drunk off of your blood." Res laughed and cuddled his food force. "Well have to keep you healthy because if your not healthy then your blood will make me sick, and you wouldn't want that now would you?" Yuki sigh "if you feed me bad things that make me sick my blood will go cold, and I might as well." Yuki looked at him and blushed a lot as well. "You can not even eat fruits?" Res asked Yuki stroking his hair. Yuki looked at him and shook his head "no I can't, but I can have candy I really like it if you give me some I can get it." Yuki looked at him and smiled at him. "What type of pizza can you eat because there is a lot with food you can't eat on it," Res said. Yuki looked at him and didn't know what to say but thinks of one thing "will I know I might get sick of it, but you try mushrooms it is the only pizza that I can eat." Yuki just looks at the night sky for a long time and blushes a lot that Res was touching him and for some reason he was liking it as well. Yuki felt safe and happy with him for the trying to eat Yuki he was still happy, and he loves him as well. "Well at less that healthier ok then. So cheese pizza you can get then on when mushroom got it." Res said. "You can not even drink juice?" Yuki looks at him and smiles "well I can have it and Juice I am alright with it apple juice I can have it is good for you well that is what my mom told me when I was a child." Yuki looked at him and smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. Res held on to Yuki. "Which means your can eat apples." He smirked finding out this boy can eat more than what he said before. Yuki looked at him "pretty much it is ok with me please stop these question I need to eat or make out with you for a while." Yuki looked at him and smiles and kissed him on the cheek. "Food or make out? Well food first. Can not have you weak." Res quickly picked up Yuki. "We're going out to eat." Res made sure Yuki was dressed first then started for the door. Yuki went to wear his goth outfit he likes it as well and looks at him "are you ready Res?" Yuki looked at him and didn't know what to say this time. "I am ready." Res kissed Yuki then re pick him up. "After where we can do what you wanted to do. I have no problem with it." Those mother also told me not to play with my food but this was so much fun. He thought. Yuki looked at him and didn't say anything and just looked at him "well there is my favorite place to go the Pizza place it is a bar, but I love it there a lot." Yuki looked at him and smiled a lot and looks at the night sky as well. "Fine we go there my sweet." Res kissed Yuki forehead and walked to the pizza place he knows what Yuri was talking about. Those Res wanted to get Yuki all feed so he could get back to his own place to engage in other funny actives. Yuki looks at him and smiles and when they got to the place he went to sit down "the place as good food and good beer I sometimes have one for the night and get juice for the rest of the night." Yuki looked at the menu looking what pizza to eat this time. "Order what ever you want ok?" Res did not have to worry about cash he had it stock piled in goods and cash and things he could sell. He was a collector. Yuki looked at him and smiled "alright I will have Mushroom pizza with my favorite beer miller light." Yuki said to the waiter and looked at res. "Nothing for me, thanks. I already ate." He laughed and smiled to her then winked. He looked back to Yuki. "I can't Waite to get you back to the house." Yuki saw the waiter go and Yuri put his elbow down on the table and his head on his hand and said "and why is that Res?" Yuki looks at him and didn't say anything until he did. Res laughed. "You know why and you're the one who started it." He laughed and moved right next to Yuki and wrapped his arms around him. "You know very well." Yuki looked at him and sigh "you know if you want to be in this world you are getting a cellphone with you like it or not besides I have one, and you need one anyway." "Why did you think I don't have one already?" Res blinked at him that came out of nowhere to Res. Yuki looked at him and sigh as well Yuki takes her cellphone out, and it was a blackberry one "see my mother got me this one before she got married to my stepfather." Yuki looked at him and smiled at the same time. "So why would I need a cell phone when I have the only person I want right next to me?" Res kissed Yuki on the lips. He liked his young boy. Those he was a good food force he did like toy and playing with the boy. Yuki looked at him and sigh "texting is what I do you need to try it and don't take MT phone away from me, I get mad about my phone." Yuki looked at him and takes his arm away from him and saw his food coming. When his food came and beer he eats it and drinks as well. "Ok why would I take your cell a way those cellphone doesn't TXT it's an older model." He smiled as he watched his food force eat he is like making sure he was going to be alright. This way Res could stay healthy as well. Yuki looked at him, and he was finish eating and was drinking his beer and was finish with it as well. "So Res what you want to do now you want to make out at your place?" Yuki looked at him and put his hands on his chest and his hand as well he was better, but he was drunk a little bit. Res got the bill and put an extra 10 for the tip down and picked up Yuki. "Oh you want that now" He grins evilly. "I'll take care of those needs for you." He kissed Yuri lips. "You get drunk to easily those." Res headed back to his own place with Yuki. Yuki looks at him and blushes while he is drunk a lot and told him "res I think you are the sexiest vampire man I ever met in my life let's make out for a long time I know you want it as well." Yuki was out of it he doesn't know what he is saying as well. "I'll defense enjoy this." He smirked and kissed Yuki. "Those I'm the only vampire you ever might so that not saying much." Res enter his home and shut and locked the door no one would be deterring the two tonight. He was going to give his toy what he was begging for. He might have been a vampire be he still could get it up as the saying goes. Furthermore, he laid Yuri down on the bed and kissed him. (Time skip.) Yuki was laying in his bed and was sleeping, and his head hurts a lot and doesn't know what really happen as well but all he does is sleep for a long time. Res was not breathing and still holding Yuki. He slept peacefully after last night with Yuki he enjoys ever secdon of playing with him and listening to every sound the boy would make. He drove him crazy to do more thing to him to test out what make him make the best sounds. Res those he was sleeping had a big smile on his face. Yuki was tired, and he dreams of him and doesn't know what to do when he sleeps, but he said something in his sleep "Res I love you turn me into a vampire." Yuki was talking in his sleep and not knowing what he is saying as well. Res woke up and yawned a little as blinked when Yuki said that. Then rolled back over and fell back to sleep still not breathing. Yuki rolled over and didn't know he was cold like ice and touch Res back with his hands and was still sleeping. Res jumped when he felt the cold hand touch him then turn over and check over Yuri. He didn't like Yuki so cold he was his food force and did want him dead. When he realized Yuki was still alive just cold he pulled the blanket more over Yuki to warm his snack back up. He would want cold blood for breakfast. He nuzzled Yuki, but he did not spend any blood to breath yet or make his heart beat. Yuki was still sleep and smiled in her sleep and dreams if he kills him or turns him will he be happy or not that is not his choice at the same time of course. (Yuri a boy remember and well res isn't going to turn him.) Res woke for the day and started to shower and get ready for a wonder night this his pet was still fast asleep. (sorry I am not well again)Yuki was still sleeping and thinking as well. Yuki woke up and looked at the window he was nude and sigh he put on his clothes and got out on the balcony he was still human, and he looks at the sun for a long time and the sky and loved it as well. Res came out of the bathroom very well dress like he was going off to a fancy Russian meeting. Res looked around for Yuki and smirked seeing him off on the Balcony. "Oh there you are did you sleep well after that tense night." Res grinned at Yuki. Res hugged Yuki from behind and slapped his ass gently. "Oh your still in those clothes from three days ago I really am going to have to either get them washed or get you fresh clothes. Maybe we should stop by your house and pick up some more." Yuki looked at him cold "I know the only reason you are keeping me here is I am your food I know that Res, but there is something else why you kept me alive for this long I read about you in books that you always kill the boys you take like in a day and find a new one, but I have been alive for 4 days you better tell me why you kept me alive for so long, and we can go to my house." Yuki was mad at him vampire or not he will not go until he knows the truth. "Books lie my dear plus I write most of them." He laughed. "Have to keep my rep up." He laughed. "Oh Yuki do you think your that special to me that I would keep you alive?" Res turned to make Yuri looked at him. "You're my feed and well after last night maybe a little more if you get what I mean. But don't fool your stay just because I am keeping your alive those mean I don't drain you dry one of this day's if you try to escape me." Res kissed Yuki lips. "As long as you behave your self I'll keep you alive you should be happy about that." Yuki really didn't care about him now he now knows that he killed his father just of him and maybe that is his wish for him to die besides his life was bad at the start anyway "alright Res you can kill me now." Yuki turned from hi and shows his neck "go ahead kill me if you have the guts to anyway." Res smirked. "Why do you wish to die...?" Res wrapped his arms around Yuki and pulled him close. "Those I am full right now I wouldn't be able to eat again until next month because I had that very full meal. But why do you want to die?" Res kissed Yuki neck toying with it. Yuki sigh and closed her eyes "for what I am and that is what you will never know my father called me a curse child when I was young, and I didn't know what it meant at the time, but now I do, and I really can't tell you." "A caused child?" Res picked up Yuki. "That crazy talk and I am full your get drained another day." Res put Yuki over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Now let's go get those clothes of your. Your sicking after for at less a month longer until I'm ready to eat again." Yuki blushed when he did that to him and sigh and about that. "Fine, but I thank you for killing my father and about the cursed blood thing as well. " Yuki looked at him and didn't what to do about it as well. "Curse blood?" Res rolled his eyes. "What are you talking about and let get you clean clothes I won't have you dirty you hear me right." "Yea yea whatever you say Res" Yuki was not even listening to him, he was in his mind most of the time and just listening to the things what they were going past. Res brought Yuki back to his house. "Got your keys on you or and I using my powers to broke in your choice." Res poked Yuki to listen to him, he didn't like Yuki not listening when he was taking to him. Yuki had his keys with him, and he unlock his door and walked in "wait I forgot vampires can't come in until they are invited in right Res?" Yuki looked at him, and he knew it is true as well or false as well. Res laughed. "So false come on let go." Res followed Yuki. "Are you trying to keep me out my sweets?" "No just my room is a mess and too dark besides you might not like my room." Yuki went up and went to his room still dark like always having blood pictures and goth things and emo and vampire stuff on her walls. Yuki went to his dresser and said "please sit on my bed until I find something black clothes. Res laughed and follow him in then sat on Yuki bed and watched him. "What an investing room you have here." He smirked. "You really are in to this whole vampire thing those really not all what it cracked up to be let me tell you that much." He yawned. "After I get you back home I want you to eat I will have to go out for a while." Yuki got some stuff "you mind if I take my laptop with me, I need to cheek things on it anyway besides you are going away anyway is that what you told me." Yuki looks at him and puts his clothes in a bag of his from when he went to school. "Take what ever you need. I have a vampire council meeting, so this could take a long time they away are so very bore ding." Res yawned. "So if you need me to carry anything just asked I am willing too." Res burned some blood to make his skin warm and his heart beat and also to make it look like he was breathing. Yuki looked at him and nodded and took his laptop with him and put it in his bag and was ready to go again "ok I am ready to go are going to walk or are you going to carry me thing this time like before?" "Well you have three choice to walk with me? Two to get carried bridle style, and three get carried like a sack of potatoes over my shoulder. You pick really I don't care either way." Yuki thinks about it, he hates the sack one he doesn't want to walk back and hates that one but doesn't have a choice in the matter "you can carry me bridle style just hurry about it alright Res." Res laughed, and bridle style carried Yuki as they were leaving. "You sound so thrill about it." He smirked then kissed Yuki forehead. "I'll pick you up breakfast on the way back home." Yuki looked at him and sigh of course and didn't say anything "try to get me eggs or something that is my favorite food alright." "Ok then if that what you want sure. " Res land over and kissed Yuki lips softly. "You seem a little colder not body temp wise but personally wise." Yuki looks at him and sigh and sat on the bed and went on the computer for a long time when he left. (I am going to bed now night) (night same here.) Res made sure to get Yuri eggs and what he wanted to eat before he even left Yuki side then went off to the meeting. Res had to play editor for a while as they were writing up some laws and rules. He also was told to write another fake book about vampires and add some leans in to the myth. Yuki was on the computer, and he loves it as well he thinks it is the best place for him, and he was on Facebook and MySpace just cheeking what is going on with his other friends and waiting for Res to come home as well. When Yuki was done on the laptop he lay down on the bed and falls right to sleep again. The time was really late when Res actually got home. The meeting took forever, and he just wanted to get back to his sweet treat back in his room. Once home he saw Yuki was sleeping he looked around to see if Yuki ate any food he left him. Yuki woke up, and he needed to eat something and Yuki left his room and went to the kitchen and saw the eggs and started to cook them and made them for himself with other things to go with it. Yuki went in the dinning room and got milk he can drink that and put his eggs and the other stuff with it and started to eat it as well and looks around for him. Res walked around the place then saw Yuki batting and smiled. "Glad your batting. So what did you do today while I was out?" Yuki looked at him and was still eating "well I was on Facebook and MySpace just talking to friends they don't know where I am and after that I just slept all day I was ok, but I needed to eat, so I came down here for food." "You didn't tell them anything about me did you?" Res moved over to Yuri and kissed Yuki forehead. Yuki looked at him and sigh "no they wouldn't believe me anyway Res." Yuki wipe himself and looked at him and got up again and took the plate and cup in the kitchen and put in the sink and wash them. "Are they just as in to vampires are you are?" Res sat in a chair as to watch Yuki more carefully. Res eyes seem to glow a little in the light like a cat would. Yuki came to him and looked at him "no they are not like me, they don't know about what I am they just know that I am an emo and goth guy, and they don't know I like vampires and I am with one they would kill me if I told them that." "Why would your friend kill you my sweets. Then they are not really your friends then are they." Yuki looked at him and sigh "no they are not but I have to be with them, or they will rape me, and they know I am gay as well." Yuki looked at him and didn't want to say anything else. "What the hell Yuki." Res looked at him. "You better start explaining things to me. This is getting out of hand." Res wrapped his arms around his treat. He was getting Tear-a-total over his treat. This was his food he wasn't going to let over have it or treat it roughly. Yuki looked at him "you are worried about me, aren't you? Well I guess I can tell they know my father rape me, and they knew I was gay about it as well and they blackmail me for it and they wanted me to be with them a lot and I didn't like them and if I didn't do what they say I would get raped by them, and they would tell them I liked it a lot. So that is why I didn't tell you cause if I did you wouldn't have killed, so I kept my life to myself about it." Yuki looked at him and he was hugging him. Res shook Hus head and cuddled Yuki. Then had a smirk on his face. "Well it would keep me nice and full if I did. I mean I need to eat and don't care if I kill my prey or not. Well those people seem pretty bad to me. They would make for great fast foods for me. But I am full they just have to wait there turns." Yuki looks at him and smiles and hugged him a lot and doesn't let him go for a while "thank you Res you are a good vampire well you want to eat me and kill me, but I am ok with it." Yuki looks at him and smiles and puts his head on his chest and closed his eyes and smiles. "I'll just help my self to all those that hurt you first. You're my treat and no one going to mess with you." Res stated and kissed Yuki deeply. Yuki looked at him, and he was kissing him and Yuri didn't know what to do but just kissed him back, and he was kissing a male vampire and wishing that they never met. Res broke a way from the kiss and smiled. "What would you like to do tonight my sweet?" Res didn't mind doing what the boy wanted because after living 100's of years he already AHD done what he wanted to do so he would go with the flow and fellow another. He didn't mind it too much because he didn't want what would happen next. Yuki looked at him and shook his head "no res I just want to sleep with you like holding you and that kind of thing Res." Yuki looked at him and wasn't lying about that he just wanted to hold him for a long time until he dies in his arms. "Sound kind of Dull but ok I'll hold you while you sleep." He shrugged not like he had anything better to do. Res picked up Yuki and headed in to the bedroom and slip them both under the sheets. Res wrapped his arms around Yuki holding him close. "Like this?" Yuki looked at him and smiled and hugged him so tight "yes this is alright no one hold me like this all men want me is my body and no one like me for what I am you are the first person to understand that Res thank you." Yuki hold him and falls right to sleep again Res smiled as soon fell asleep with the young male his body temper drops and his skin went paler. Then he stops breathing all together. Res arms held the boy close even if he was cold. The blankets around the pair would at less warm Yuki those to Res blanket where more for show seeing as he didn't need them he was already dead and well didn't feel hot or cold like humans do anymore. Yuki sleeps like a child, and he like holding on to him and feel happy about it, but he knew that him and Res can't be together, and he knew that a lot and wish that they could be, but they can't be. The night passed and in the morning there was a knock at res bedroom door. Res woke yep and yawned he burnt his blood to gain body heat, a heart beat and the power to look like he was breathing then looked at the door. "It's to airily go away." The voice on the other side smirked. "Stop being crack you old goat get up and open your door." Yuki was sleeping still and moan a lot "opened the door Res and talk to them alright night." Yuki went back to sleep like a baby, and he likes to sleep a lot. Res laughed being told by his food to do this. Who was the master in this relationship he smirked. Then kissed Yuki forehead and slip out of bed. Res through on his robe and went to his bedroom door and open it to see his old friend Ken. With a sighed Res let him then shut the door again. "What's up, you know I like the sleep until the sun goes down even if I don't have too." Ken laughed. "I know but this is so much more fun." Then Ken shift the air smelling the fresh blood of Yuki."Someone smell good over there." "Back off Ken he mine." Res plainly answer. Ken smirked. "Your so picky about your food those letting sleep in your bed and not draining him yet that a stripped to me." "I'm just full is all I had a pick meal a night a go nothing more than that." Res said looking over to Yuki and smiling. Yuki sleeps for a while until he wakes up and heard a voice he knows and saw his ex friend and went to the balcony and talk to him. "Yuki what is up why didn't you meet us at the park you have been a bad boy you need raped now." He went over to him and pushed him to the bed. Yuki fell on the bed and was scared as well, and he screamed for Res to save him from the guy is trying to rape him. (you do realized res and ken are in the same room as Yuki and this rooms on the 2nd floor right?) (why you think I said balcony and I didn't know I thought he just left the room I am sorry) (it's ok but yeah Res and Ken are there.) Res Blink and looked at the one who had climbed up on to his balcony then pushed Yuki on to his bed. Ken blinked at this. "Well, well what do we have there un welcome guest in our home." Ken smirked evilly and licked his lips. Res moved over and tap the guy on his shoulder. "What do you think your trying to do to my house guest?" The man looked at him "back off he is mine and there is nothing you do about besides you don't love this you don't have a heart anyway." The man just laughed at him and touch Yuri in bad places. Yuki was scared and looked at the other vampire and felt like that vampire waited his ex to friend and looks at res and wishing that he could help him. "I don't need a heart." Res simply said before picking the man off of Yuki. "Hey Ken want him?" Un likes Res Ken didn't need promotion to eat blood for anyone. Those he did have another weakness that was not revealed yet. "Do what you like to him." Res just simply toss the male over to Ken like a rag doll. Ken smirked. "Aw you shouldn't have Res now I'll have to get you something in re turn." Ken licked his lips holding on to the man. "Any last words." Ken smirk was so planing on batting the human who was so kindly toss over to him. Ken was stronger than Res and this man should tell by the strong grip he held on to him with. Res sat on the bed and checked over Yuki. Then pulled the covers to tug him in. "Ou should go back to sleep now you don't need to see this part." Yuki looked at him and nodded and went to sleep again and didn't want to see this and wishing that he could do something worse to him. The man looked at him "please don't kill me if you let me live I will do anything for you sir my name is Lance please don't kill me I will do anything for you!" Ken laughed. "You know I like them when they beg for it. It makes killing them so much more fun. So where your buddies hiding?" Ken still was licking his lips he was going eat him but wanted to know if there were more. Yuki looked over to the man. "So where the other you won't want him to ask again." Lance looked at them both and didn't like it at all "the truth is the rest of them is at the bar and the leader are at his home and he as a crush on Yuri and you Res don't love Yuki you vampire!" Res laughed. "Now now now, don't make it sound so vulgar. Now who do you think holding you if you're calling me that." He laughed and pushed some of Yuki hair out of his face. "Now that a sick twist crush to aloud his men to play with the one he likes." Ken held Lance closely waiting for Res nod to eat him. "Look all I know is he loves him and wants us to ruin his life and wants him to go to him and maybe hurt you and your friend, but he doesn't like him so we have to hurt you." Yuki sleeps for a long time and hated the leader he hated him and wish he would die. Res smirked. "So the wrong answer, and thanks for the free food supply for a while." Res nodded to Ken to do as he is like to this human. Ken unlike Res bites was painful. While Res would put his prey in a pleasureful dream better than sex. Ren bite was blood ruling painful. When he drank blood the area where he bite would start to turn green and gross. As Ken started to feed on Lance. Lance looked at him and didn't know what to do, and he was like dying, and he was knocked out. Yuki looked at Res and didn't know what to do, but he felt so happy that he will die. Res just stroke Yuki stroke softly. "Well with all your problems your going keep me well feed." He looked to Ken. "You better clean up the body I don't want more bad press at my door." "No worries man watch this." He said once he was done draining Lance. He smirked used a power that turned the corpse in to pure ash that seem to blow away with the wind. "Quick clean up." "I need to learn that trick where you pick that one up at?" Res smiled. "That mines erect. Well who this cute treat in your bed any ways?" Ken smirked. Yuki looks at him and comes out of the bed and hugs Res and doesn't look at the other vampire and thinks he is scary. "This is mine and his name is Yuki." Res smirked. "Don't worry I won't eat your food supply I just had my fill just now. Any way so you got the info I need." Yuki looked at Res and the guy "please Res who is this vampire I have never seen him before?" Yuki looked at the vampire and he was scared the other vampire. "Yuki don't be this is Ken an old friend of mine back when we were humans. Those we were sired by two different types of Vampires. He won't harm you." Res simply said. Yuki looked at the vampire and let go of Res and went to Ken and bowed "it is nice to meet you sir." Ken smirked. "Well isn't he polite. Nice to met you too." Then he walked over to Res and sat on the bed next to him. "The council is going to be making a move soon you know what that means." Res just nodded. "This isn't going to be as clean cut as we thought then." he sighed. "I hate when things get messy." Yuki looked at them both "what do you mean and who is the council anyway a group of vampires?" Yuki looked at them both and wish he knew it as well. Res looked over to Yuri and moved him in to his lap. "Yes the council is a group of vampire families and there looks like there going to be a war between them soon." Yuki looked at him "does this have to do about me at all?" Yuki looked at them both and had to know the truth. Ken laughed. "If it had to do with you, you would be dead and the problem solve. Na this is actually a 1000-year-old problem that just keep pop back up ever so much 100's of years from what I am told." Yuki looked at them and felt sorry for them "well what happen 1000 years ago understand I know everything about ever history my mom said I was history bookworm." Res laughed. "I highly doubt that most thing that is the truth was never wrote down in books. Just people who wrote the book put their own thought about it." Res laughed. "It's not imported what happen back then it can't be changed what can be change is stopping the vampire war before it starts to get out of hand again." Yuki sigh and knew about it himself, but he just never said anything "I hope it doesn't have to do with Vampire hunters." Yuki in his life glared at them both and this was not a glare of Yuri it was a glare of something he was hiding something from Res. "Actually no it does have anything to do with them those they away are a pain." He laughed. "But no this all to do with people wanting more power its fairly simple." Yuki looked at them and had to tell them "you both know Jack darkness he was a vampire hunter 100 years ago?" Yuki had to ask them about him after all that was his family and knew of something as well. "What about him my pet." Res stroke Yuki hair softly and kissed his forehead. "You know he is my family I found out like when my mother and my stepfather got marry that means I am a vampire hunter that means I have to kill vampires, but I don't." Yuki looked at him with a glare that he has never seen before. Res laughed and kissed Yuki on the forehead. "Oh look this my taste treat a hunter its kind of cute." Ken just shook his head. "You away did pick trouble sum food forces well suit your self he yours responsibility if he tries to kill a vampire. Remember that." Yuki looked at them "I know how to fight my mother taught me for some reason, but I know how to fight just don't make me mad alright." Res lightly tap Yuki nose. "Then I have no need to fight for you when those guys come you should be able to handle it then." he smirked. "Pretty much yes the guns that my mom have are guns that can kill a vampire, but I haven't used them in like a year, so I really don't used them until something that hunters needed to do with vampires." "Then why you look so helpless when he was here in my room, huh?" Res cooked an eyes' brow. "My family can't tell anyone about us, it might be bad, so I had to please the helpless besides if I did fight you would be dead Res and Ken, but I really didn't know you guys were vampires, so I had to play the helpless guy any other questions about my family?" "After I drank your blood... you didn't know I was a vampire." Res so now confused and petting his treat hugging Yuki to his chest. Yuki looked at him and sigh about the first vampire hunter in his family "see there is a tale that he loved a vampire male, and he was evil and when he found out he was a vampire he didn't want to love him or kill him he did have kids after his wife died he had to protect his children from him, and he killed him the vampire went after his children and that was my family of course after that he told his children to train their children to kill vampires, and they were all males until my mom she is the strongest family hunter until she meet father." Yuki thinks about his father and trying to forget about the day his mother met his father he remembers after she married his father she stopped being a vampire hunter because he told her to protect herself and when she had children the sad thing is he was a better man than. "The story all well a good but why have you not defended your self I mean those people have tried this with you before. You could have easily stop them if it was true you know how to fight." Yuki looked at him and sigh "not a lot I am learning still that is what my mother told me before she left, and I know I have to kill vampires it is what my father do besides I think a vampire you know was in love with Jack darkness I know it, but I just don't which vampire." "There more to every story my dear boy." Res kissed Yuki sweetly." Great you found his decent." Ken just rolled his eyes and said no more than that. Really it was all that need to be said at the movement. Yuki looked at Ken and went to him and remember his picture "you are him the one was in love with Jack darkness I know it is true I saw your picture in a file of my family you are him." Res pulled Yuki back in to his lap. "It's not nice to price in to someone past." Yuki gets up from him and glares at him "it is my business it as to do with my family and if you won't help me I will do what my family did before I am sorry Res I do like you I do but do one thing for me don't get in my way." Res grab Yuki. "Leave the past alone!" Yuki looked at him and shook his head "I can't, they made my life he'll ask my mother that they killed her father and mother." "Drop this Yuki now. You have no idea what your getting in to or what really happen let the past rest." Res held on to Yuki. Ken had no move an inch and was still standing where he last was watching this all. Yuki was so pissed off he punched the wall hard and took his hand out and was bleeding like hell "you want me to forget everything even you Res?" Res walked over to Yuki and took his hand in to his and licked the blood up from his fist. "That not what I am saying. Just let the past that happen a long time a go, die off and be forgot. Things you may have heard are not away the truth." Yuki looked at him and took of his shirt and there is a mark on his back from Jack Darkness and sigh about it and his chest is so hot for a 16-year-old boy. (isn't Yuri 17 lol) Res looked at his chest. "Jack dead been done for over 100 years now so not sure who would have done that to you?" (sorry forgot Sgt;.Lt;) "well it is cursed on us with male ones in the family the male one will have a mark on their back and be cursed forever now you know about my family." "Well its makes to since to me really. Why is it a curse to appear on your body?" Even Ken just blinked. Yuki looked at him and sigh about it "well when he was killed he made sure that all the males that are n Jack's family have the curse with them until they die they say only a vampire can cure it, but they have to turn them or marry them if you know what I mean." Res just hugged Yuki. "Well dear who know, but I won't go after my friend those ok?" Ken just sighed and looked away there was more to the story then even he knows, but he looked out of the balcony. He missed the past some days. Yuki sigh about it "it doesn't matter the curse is still like this I might die in a few months than you find another guy to be with and drink blood, and you will forget about me, it is better like that Res." "For a mortal your so mortal dear. Knock it off" He kissed Yuki. "Hey Ken you're going is ok?" "I'll be found just thinking about the past is all." Ken said. Yuki looked at him and felt the kiss again and knew he had to ask him "alright REA than turn me into a vampire or marry me if you have the balls to do it Res my love." Res just laughed then sat on the bed pulling Yuki in to his lap. "Now dear what the rush your still young and fifty." Yuki looked at him and kissed him deeply and didn't want to kiss him he was in love with him but fears him half the time he loves him. Yuki said one thing in his ear "you had a human been in love with you well now you do I am in love with you Res." Res run his finger through Yuki hair. "I know my sweet." He kissed Yuki once more. "But I do like you alive and breathing." Ken turned to look at them and smiled. "Res your going to need to forces I know you want to make out with your lover, but we have to stop this before it get worse." Yuki looked at his friend "like how bad is it does vampires really hate humans that much?" Yuki looked at him and thinks of something she forgot to say. Erie an old friend of Yuki a sweet boy but a goth guy a hot one he is the same age of Yuri and was looking for him and couldn't find him for a few months and wish they were still friends. "Well it's not that they hate humans one group want to eat a little blood and leave there prey alive the other, are like greedy little piggy and want to eat all of it at once and kill them dead. If they do that there be no food left." Res said. Ken moved over to the pair. "Yea so we are in the middle we do what we need to live, but we try to keep our prey alive for a while at less." Yuki looked at them and sigh about it as well. Erie looked at his phone and remember he had his cellphone number still in there and went to text Yuki and send a picture of him still. Yuki looked felt something it was his cellphone and took it out and looked at it and saw the picture and looked at the text and smiled as well "well my old friend Erie haven't heard him in years been a good friend to me and my mom and the picture what he looks like now. "A friend of your? What dose he want?" Res nuzzled in to Yuri neck smelling his scent. Ken looked over Yuki Should at the picture. "His cute." "Well yes he and I have been best friends for years he is the only one that knows I like vampires it is funny he likes vampires that is why he and I were close and did you say he was cute?" Erie went to the bar the same bar where Yuki always go to and gets a drink and loves it as well and looked around for something and doesn't know what to do now. Ken smirked. "Yeah I did say that he looked yummy. what is his blood type?" Ken grinned wanting to make a light snack of the male. "Well it is hard to say with him his blood is weird his family had the weirdest blood in years since with his father, but I think it is good blood and if I know him by now he is at the bar where I like to go sometime where I meet Res." "Well lets go met my next meal." Ken licks his lips as Res laughed. "Oh come on why not. Yuki you up for it?" Res asked. Yuki looked at them and sigh "no killing him he is my best friend after Res as kept me alien for this long no killing him." "I won't kill him just eat him." Ken smirked. "Let's go." Res stood up and took Yuki hand. "Let go feed your friend to Ken." Yuki shook his head "I am not going you will leave my friend alone will don't kill or eat him after all he is a hunter too like me." "Ah come on we will bring him here. Oh, ok Yuki my boy let me met him and eat him just a little." Ken begged Yuki looked at Ken her glared at him not in a good way "and tell me Ken you like my friend like Res likes me?" "Who know but I want to meet him. I never met him he just looks cute." (remember Yuri a boy lol) (why u think it is AOI Sgt;.Lt;) Yuki sigh "fine but you guys are not going to look like you were fighting people are you need to look like my time." "You want us to keep all modern? Really but our cloth style fit us." He laughed. "Ok then you can dress us my dear." Res said. Yuki looked at Res and glared "well you could go to my room it as emo and goth stuff like Eire he loves when guys are in goth and emo like me." Yuki couldn't help it but he giggled. "Yes, but I'm not dressing to impress him" Res said Ken smirked. "Ok I'll dress the part to win him over." "Well Ken wants to but remember Res that is what I like, and you never dress like for me please ken follow me to my home." Yuki left the room and went to the front door and waited for ken to follow her. Res wasn't going to let Yuki out of his sight. "Yeah well You like me the way I am why should I change my clothes to change me. I mean Hun I like how I dress." He followed Yuki the young boy. Ken surged. "Shrug what ever lead the way." Yuki walked out of the house and walked in the dark woods and left the dark deep woods and saw his house and knew his home. Yuki opened his home "you can come in." Yuki went up to the big closet of his room and opened the door to his big closet and smiled "this is it all my goth to emo outfits I have." Ken smirked and took it and went to go change in to in the bathroom. He came back out to show off to Res and Yuki. "How do I look. I'm not like res he won't change his look with the times I don't mind it." Yuki looked at away for a minute and looked at him again "well if I was single I would say you are hot you want me to take you to the club now I just have to change into different clothes Res can you take him I won't be long call my cellphone if you need me." Yuki went to her closet and got out black outfit with a little bit of goth and emo outfit. "No I'm not leaving you Yuki" Res simple said and went for Yuki to finished change outside of Yuki room with Ken next to him. "I'm not going to leave him alone not when others have tried to hurt him." Ken just surged. " Find I'll wait to go met my snack he looks yummy and he is not bad looking too." Yuki sigh of course but went in the bathroom to changed into something too sexy and hot that Res might die again. Yuki came out and looked like this Erie looked around and waiting for him and looked around for him, and he still looked so hot and sexy. Res blinked seeing Yuki walk out in it then kissed his lips. "You're making me want to nibble on you a little you look very yummy." Res took Yuki hand. "Let's go." Ken smirked. "Come on let s go I want to meet your friend?" He pushed the pair out the door and started to push them down the street until Res surged and walked to the bar. "Well Yuki he won't attack us will he or I may have to defend my self." Yuki looked at them "it is not Erie thing to attack vampires if he knows vampires are with me and is my friend that he will be happy about it." Yuki Res and Ken got to the bar and saw Erie "that is him my best friend." Erie looked around and still was drinking his drink. Ken spotted Eric and made his way over to him with a smirk on his face. "So there can I buy you another drink you look a little low on it." He knows Eric had a drink, but he wants to see if he could start up a talk with him. Res just laughed and let Ken walk off Res was a little busy with Yuki as he wrapped his arms around him. "Your so hard to last." He kissed Yuki then lead him over to the bar. "Get what ever you want just don't drink too much, or I'll get drunk too." He laughed. Yuki looked at him and sigh about it "man you ruin my fun like always Res." Yuki looked at him and kissed him on the cheek. Erie looked at him "well I like bloody Mary it is my favorite drink my name is Erie and who you are?" "As Yuki I'm sorry Love but If you get me drunk I'll get sick." He said "Hey bar keep one bloody Mary." he smiled then looked OT Eric. "My name is Ken nice to met you Eric." Erie just looked at him and looked away "damn he is hot why does he have to be hot." Erie drinks the blood Mary" thanks so you know Yuki he is my best friend I saw you walk with him and who is that guy with him?" Yuki looked at him and sigh "damn that is not fun you need to drink someone that is not me for once my blood is not always for you, I rather make out with you." Yuki got a soda and drinks it and likes it. Res moved behind Yuki and kissed his neck wrapping his arms around him. "Everything about you is mine I won't let another have it." He nuzzled in to Yuki. "We can make out when we get home I'll even bring out the candles." He smiled. "Yea I did he show me a picture of one, and I just knew I had to me you. Oh, who with him. That his boyfriend my best friend." Ken laughed. "But I think they are lover and even if my friend not telling Yuki his feeling I think Yuki has an idea about them." Erie looked at him and tried not to look at him, and he was drunk and knew it but didn't care, and he put his head on his chest and was really drunk "you know you are hot maybe you and I should go and make out I like you a lot." Erie looked at him, and he was all red, and he liked him a lot and didn't know that. Yuki blushed a lot and Yuki looked at Erie "oh no he is drunk bad I am scared of that reason Erie as a drinking problem, but he is my best friend and sometimes when we were in school together he always had to look hot for the guys he was a player for the guys that was him a lot." Yuki looked at Res and was worried and didn't know what to do. "Oh yea just what I want." Ken said smiled to the sexy Eric. "Your drunk but when your sober up it will be even better. But if you want to now come with me, and we could have some fun back at my place." Res nuzzled Yuki. "Your friend has a drinking problem will he be ok? Will Ken be ok with it?" Erie looked at him and blushed a lot "sure lets go this place is not great anymore I want to be with you now." "Well he has been like this his father like to drink a lot he was not a bad guy, but he taught him to drink like this, but he is working now I never know why he stopped but Erie drinks now and worse than the father. If Erie goes with him, they might do the bad thing, and you know what I mean Res." Res kissed Yuki deeply. "You mean like sleep together? I'm not sure ken would argue against that." Ken smirked. " Your cute I like to eat you up in more ways than one." He kissed Eric neck playful and started to help him off the bar stood. Yuki looked at him and sigh "well you didn't have a problem with it with me." Erie was out of it he fell on the floor, and he was out like a light. "Great he is out cold." Ken sighed and picked up Eric and carried him over to Res and Ken. "Guess my little snack pass out of drinking too much. I'll just take him back o the castle and get him all tucked in." Ken kissed Eric neck and grinned. "I'll wake until he wakes up those for any of the things I want from him. Those I could take it now." He laughed teasing Res who had to get an ok to drink blood. "Oh knock it off just because I have to ask doesn't mean you have to bring it up all the time. Just get him home I'll be home with Yuki when he ready to leave." Res kissed Yuki lips. "If you want to drink you can, I won't take any tonight." Erie was out of it still out of it, but he was cute when he sleeps. Yuki looked at them and went to drink more of the soda and sigh of them as well and didn't know what to say at this point, but he was out of it. Ken carried Eric off to the castle and placed him in a guest room Erie was cute when he sleeps and was falling in love with him. Ken lay next to Eric and sleep with him. Res hugged Yuki. "I thought you wanted to get drunk?" Yuki looked at him and sigh about "please why should I am so worried about Erie he is always like this, but I know he has been wanting for someone to love him that I couldn't do it for him." Erie was still asleep until; a few minutes later he wakes up and looks at him and blushed a lot, and he goes to the balcony and looks at the night sky. Res "Don't worry he is in good hands Ken will take care of him. He wears his emotions on his sleeves... So want to go home then?" Ken walked over to Eric "Are you ok?" Yuki looked at him and sigh "well first you need to have fun first besides hitting on me the all night." Yuki looked at him and smiled at him a lot. Erie looked at him and put her hand on his head "what the hell happen to me and why did you take me here Ken?" "You passed out" Ken smirked. "Any ways this is where Yuki and /res live so it was closer so you could sleep off being drunk." Erie looked at him and thought he was hot and tried not to look at him half the time, but his neck was showing to him and looked at the night sky. "So why do you always look at me Ken?" "Well I just met you silly so your new so yeah and also hungry." Ken laughed. "Being a vampire has its draw some days." Erie looked at him "so my friend was right a vampire as come back and that man that Yuki is with a vampire, and he loved him, but I don't why a vampire like you come to me and how did you know about me and how did you know where I was Ken?" (what does he look like) (I forgot to put up the picture ops on my work computer so tonight.) Ken laughed. "You text Yuki" he laughed. "He shows the picture and well I want you at first sight so yeah that how. He wasn't thrill when he knows I want to eat you those. Then he warned me your hunter." Ken smirked. "Well I like challenges for food those I do want more, but that can be taken care of after a nice meal." Erie looked at him and smirk at him "well Yuri is right I am a hunter UT I gave that up years ago Yuki and I were the hunters killing vampires but since his mother got remarried he and I stopped so I left him and I haven't fought vampires in years." Erie looked at him with his dark sad eyes. Ken wrapped his arms about Eric. "Well if I bite you, you'll be in pain can you hold it, so I could get a meal from you?" Erie looked at him and wasn't scared of him they both are good-looking and put his hand on the back of his head and put his mouth on his neck. "Than do it Ken." (he is really hot Sgt;.Lt;) (Yes Ken is.) Ken kissed the area he was about to bite then sank his fangs deep in to the boy neck. He stated to feeds as the pain started to sink in to Eric body, Ken held Eric close. This was not like if Res kiss and drain from Yuki, Res bite was pleaser, but Ken was pain and the area he was batting was turning black. Res Grab Yuki from behind and kisses his neck "We drink up because to night I'm going to pain the town red with you." he grins evil. Erie closed his eyes and was in pain, but he loved the pain, and he was more in love with him. Yuki looked at him and sigh "you are weird Res and a pervert as well." (why is he hotter than Res Sgt;.Lt;) (Ken is spouse to be he always get what he wants. Res really get anyone and res useless loses his guy to ken.) Res kissed Yuki. "But you love me for it come on dear lets dance." Ken finished up batting Eric and licked the wound closed but the area he had bite was still blackened. "Now lets..." He picked up Eric and took him to the bed. "You offer in the bar" He grinned and kissed Eric lips. Yuki looked at him and had a bad feeling about Res half the time but just looked at him when he kissed him but tried not to blush about it. Yuki sigh and went to the dance floor and dance so sexy as well. Erie felt his lips on his lips and he blushed the hole time "what you mean Ken?" Res danced with Yuki and sighed. "Ever since Ken came over..... you're acting different Yuki what up?" Res was jealous of Ken with how he was able to take who ever he wanted when ever he wanted. Res was lonely and was a little upset in side even if it did not show on the outside. Ken places Eric down on the bed. "I'm going to average your body." He grinned. "I know you'll enjoy it." Yuki looked at Res and felt something wrong with him and didn't know what, but he went to him and took his hand and took him to the bathroom and locked the bathroom and looked at him "you are not acting like yourself are you jealous of Ken?" Erie looked at him and blushed a lot "but why Ken?" Res kissed Yuki and held him close his grip tighter. "I don't want to lose you to him too..." Ken smirked and kissed Eric. "Because I want to your enjoy it I'll be gentle unless you like it rough" Yuki looked at him and put his head on his chest "Res I don't even like him, he is not my type, but you are the man I love and nothing will change that." Erie was blushing a lot and looked at him "well I don't like rough only I really love the guy." Erie was blushing the hole time and didn't like the rough part that much. Res kissed Yuki. "Good because of you ever left me I would...." He didn't finished that line he was going to say kill you,,, but he could not even bring him self to say that. Ken smirked and kissed Eric. "I'll be gentle and make up that painful bite to you." Yuki was in love with him, he would never tell him how he feels about him, but he likes him better than Ken. Yuki put his arms around Res neck and kisses him deeply. Erie blushed and was tired of him taking "just do it alright I want you Ken no one else." When he said that to him, he was turning red so red. Res smiled kissing Yuki and pinning to the bathroom door. "You'll only be mine right forever..." Ken smirked and putted the covers of him and Eric and show him what he had learn in over 200 years of exprinces in this. He was very gentle with Eric. Yuki blushed a lot and couldn't stop kissing him their tongues met, and he was in love with him "yes I will be with you forever." Yuki loved him so much he wanted to die with him. Erie couldn't help it with him, he was in love with him and didn't want to leave this he loved it being with him. (question if you Yuri or Erie who would you be with which guy) (I don't understand the question) Res moved quickly and sank his fangs in to Yuki neck starting to drain the life from the boy. He decides to would keep him, and he was going to keep Yuki looking young. Res bite was very pleaser as he kept drinking going far pass where he usually did. Ken finally finished up with Eric and hugged him for a little before he smirked. Yuki looked at him and felt the blood leaving his body and Yuki looked at him "Res you want me to be a vampire like you and I can be with you forever?" Erie looked at him, and he hugged him and loved it being with him "Ken do you love me?" Res was to busy draining Yuki blood to answer him until he stops just before killing Yuki then licked the wound and bit his own wrist. "Drink..." He places his wrist that was now bleeding to Yuki lips. "If you drink you live with me as a vampire if not you will die I drain you to the point where it is an unlike or death for you Yuki. You choose my pet." Res held Yuki to him so he would not fall over. Ken looked to Eric and simply answer. "No, but I got a meal and got laid out of it, so I am happy. Those you are hot and well I think I'll keep you." Yuki looked at him and knew he was going to die, but he loved him so much, and he takes his wrist and drinks his blood and wanted to be with him forever and the mark on his back from his family the cursed mark was gone and Yuki was dying in, but his old blood was not him. Erie looked at him and put his hand on his cheek and smiled and kissed him deeply. Res pulled back his wrist and licked his own wound the held Yuki close to his chest. "This is going to be painful for you so bear with the pain as your body dies... I stay by you holding you until you wake." Ken smirked and kissed him back Yuki died like there, but he was sleeping, and he opened his eyes and looked at him and said "Res I love you." Yuki kissed him rough and didn't want to stop. Erie kissed him but rough, and he loved him so much he didn't want to leave him ever (this is the best role-play ever Sgt;.Lt;) (haha cool) Res kissed Yuki back and held him. "Let me teach you how to feed I need to get you blood of a human in you, or you will fall asleep soon." Ken roughly kissed Eric and smirked. "You're too cute" Yuki looked at him and didn't know what he means before you sleep "why what happens if I sleep?" Yuki looked at him and wanted to know why. Erie looked at him, and he was blushing when Ken said he was cute. Res kissed Yuki. "Well if you go to sleep I'll have put blood in you to wake you up. Without blood, you can not move around Hun, and so we need to full you belly, but we have to get someone to say yes for you to batting them. I will train you how to be a vampire it's going to be hard. But know you can only drink from the willing. Ken smirked. "I am a heartbreaker just a warning." Erie looked at him and slap him hard "so you don't care anything just want your damn self." Erie put his clothes on and walks out. Yuki looked at him and hugged him tight "please hurry I can't walk or move and I feel that Ken did something stupid." Ken pulled Eric back in the bed after he rubbed his cheek. "Get back here cute." He hugged him. Res picked up Yuki. "Let's go get you a drunk. They away say yes because they don't think." he walked out of the bathroom with Yuki and looked around the room for a drunk. "Pick someone I will help you get them." Yuki looked at them and point some guy that he didn't like him at all "that man at the bar drinking too much." Erie looked at him and blushed "let me go Ken you don't love me." Ken "You don't want to go really you want to stay, and I want you staying," Res nodded then moved over to and place Yuki next to him then sat on the other side of the guy. Yuki looked at the man and smiled at him and put his fingers on his neck and pushed it hard and where you can knock them out. Yuki knocked him out and looked at Res "now can we take him somewhere no one could see him or me." Erie looked at him, and he was laying down and looking at him "why you want me to stay?" Res picked him up and shook his head. "Look like he passed out let get him home." They walked out and Res looked to Yukon once they were in an allay way. "MMM Yuki it was not work like that he actively has to say yes to you, or you can't drink so when he wakes we have to get him to say yes." Ken grin and kissed Eric neck "Because I had a good time with you" Yuki looked at him and went behind him and hold him tight and licks his neck "come on baby I need blood like you said feelings for you are more than when I was human I want that body of yours and I know you want it." Erie didn't look at him, but something in his heart knew he would never leave it at that "why Ken why you like me so much I like you but why me?" Res laughed and kissed Yuki. "Blood first if you don't drink you won't live and if you take from the un will you will throw up all the blood. It is the curse of my line. So let get you feed." Res got the man to wake up. "Hey you are ok man??" Ken kissed Eric. "Your mine until the day you die not letting you get away. I marked you." Yuki looked at the man and sat on him and didn't like him that much, and he needed blood. Yuki licked his neck and bites his neck hard and drinks his blood and loves it the man screams for a second, and he was shutting up and Yuki drinks his blood, and he stops, and he is dead. "His blood was good I love it" Yuki wipes the blood off his mouth. Erie looked at him and didn't know what to say "but Ken how can you make me I don't see how I am yours?" Erie tried to think how Erie is Ken's. Res just shook his head at Yuki because he knows soon Yuki could be throwing up the blood he knows his line very well. (have he toss his cookies lol because it's his curse lol) Res looked to Yuki. "Coolest" Ken licked the bites marks. "This mark you as mine" Yuki looked at him, and he loved it, and he was okay "Res I am alright I just want to be with you right now." Yuki went to him and hugged him and put his head on his chest and closed his eyes. Erie looked at him and blushed a lot and put his hand on his cheek and down his chest and knew he was his "than love me forever." Res was waiting for Yuki to throw up blood because it was the ban of being a vampire every one of the clans had one this was his and Yuri would have to live with it now. Ken smirked and pulled Eric in to the bed grinning. "I show you, you are mine" He took Eric once more. Yuki looked at him and knew something was wrong with him "Res are you hiding something from me if you tell me?" Erie couldn't stop blushing, but he was more and more in love with him and more of his "ken why do this more and more to me?" Erie couldn't help it but he screamed. Res... sighed. "Yuki I warned you not to take blood without getting them to say yes first... soon you will throw up it's the curse of our line. Ever vampires has one this is the one you need to live by." Ken grin getting into the streams of Eric and loved to hear those sounds. Eric soon found out Ken was a bit sadistic. Yuki looked at him and back away from him and backed more and ran away from him into the darkest of the alley. Erie looked at him and sat up a little bit and looked at him "ken what is wrong?" Res easily followed The new made vampire. He watched Yuki maybe it finally sank in to the boy the type of life he just curses him in too. Ken smirked. "Nothing wrong I like listening to your screams." Yuki was scared and hated it everything "I want to die now I don't want this I want to die please kill me I love Res, but maybe I should get Ken to kill me." Erie looked at him and blushed "well something is wrong with you, I know there is." Res kissed Yuki. "You said you wanted to stay with me forever I gave you that... now your regretting it..." He growled pulling from Yuki. "I don't care what happens to you now" He was pissed he finally my a children his boyfriend one, and he wanted to die and leave him. Res growled. "This was your choose fine do as you want." He started to walk away. Ken blinked. "Wrong with me??" Yuki was trying to understand himself right now and knew a curse on him, but he thought it over and saw him walking away and ran after him and grab Res and pin him to the wall with his eyes glowing red of lust "how about this you and I make out, and you stop being rude and be with me forever Res." Yuki didn't care what they both were Yuki kissed him roughly and deeply and still pinning him to the wall. Erie looked at him "sadness of something I just don't know of it yet." (have Yuri throw up the blood ok) Res smirked and grabbed Yuki. "You're the one talking about dying on me... and being killed I turn you in to a vampire so we could just be together" Ken cuddled Eric and bite him again but did not draw blood just to hear Eric reaction then pulled his fangs out. "I'm not sad at all I'm very much happy" (sadistic= like causing pain to other) Yuki hated him but Yuri felt something bad about him Yuki went on the floor and threw up blood, and he was really sick. Erie looked at him and blushed a lot and kissed him and Erie didn't want to stop kissing him. Res Ruled Yuki back softly letting him through up. "Shhh its be alright. Just let it all out." He sighed he Yuki didn't have to go through this, but this is what he asked for. "We'll go hunting for a willing blood donator for you. Just let all blood out love. I'm sorry, but this is our curse. Your kiss may be pleasurable, but you can only drink from the willing remember that." Ken smirked to Eric. "Your mine you got that." Yuki is sick and never been like this before and when he was done he looked at him and hugged him tight he didn't want to let go of him. Erie looked at him and blushed a lot "why am I yours Ken?" "I claim you with my bite. So until you die your mine." He pulled the human closer gaining. "That all you need to know." Res hugged Yuki highly and kissed him. "I'm so sorry I am putting you through this I never want you to know this pain. But I never wanted to lose you either." Yuki looked at him and hugged him back and didn't let him go and grin at him "let's do it Res." Yuki kissed him deeply and wanted him. Erie looked at him and blushed a lot and didn't look at him. "Your so frisky blood first then that, or you will pass out." Red picked up Yuki bridle style and move to another bar to look for a drunk. Ken smirked and wrapped his legs around Eric. "Oh I do hope you like a little pain." He nibbles playful at Eric neck. Yuki looked at him and giggled "silly that is not I wanted you and I to do it if you know what I mean." Yuki kissed him deeply and wanted his body. Erie looked at him and tried not to as well. Erie did look at him, he was in love with him just like Yuki was to Res but knew Ken would never be in love with Erie. Erie looked at him and said "please turn me into a vampire." Ken smirked "Oh you think that the easy way out of this oh you want to be a vampire huh. Can you hold it?" Res laughed. "I know it's not what you mean, but you need it. Now let's try it again." He looked around the bar and picked out someone for Yuki. Yuki looked at him and sigh and nodded "alright but after it so fun for you and me alright Res?" Yuki looked at him and kissed him on the cheek. Erie looked at him and nodded "yes I want to be a vampire I want to be with you." Ken laughed. "I won't turn you in to a vampire, but I will ghoul you and turn you in to my slave how about that. This way you won't age my pet." Res laughed. "Yes but remember they have to say yes, or you toss your cookies again my love." He kissed Yuki lips. Yuki looked at him and nodded and went to the man and smiled at him and looked sexy for him like it as well and wanted for the man to say yes. Erie looked at him and looked away "and then leave me and find another one right I heard about you, you like other man to drink from you almost took Yuki my best friend." Ken smirked. "Your mine like I said I want you in my bed all the time and to feed from you." The man was flirting back with Yuki and followed him off to the allay way thinking he would be getting some. "Yes do what you like to me." Res smirked and nodded TP Yuri to feed the man said yes without realizing you was going to be Yuri dinner. Yuki smiled at him and show his fangs to him "thanks you are my food now." Yuki jumped on him and put his fangs in his neck and drinks from him and loved the blood. The man was dead and Yuri licked his lips and lean on the wall looking at res. Erie looked at him and turned his head "oh please than why do you like me than just cause that I am your meal you and Res have feelings for humans even for guys I know the story you two used to go after vampires now humans why the change of lust?" Res smirked. "Nicely done my love just let me give you your rewarded." Res picked up Yuki and jumped up to the roof of a building with him. Then jumped from building to building until he got them to his own bedroom. Res closed the room up, so no light would be able to get in. "Oh more thing because you are a new vampire... your body will not hold the sun yet so I don't want you going out in to the daylight for many years. Understand me, I don't want you burning your self." He kissed Yuki and laid him down for the reward Yuki had been longing for. Ken kissed Eric. "You're talking more about Res then my self. I on the other hand go for a good meal and a good time. When I find that I don't care if it is a human or a ghoul or a vampire. I need it I want it and Your mine and I want you as my slave." Yuki looked at him and blushed a lot and nodded and kissed him deeply and wishing that he could do more to him. Yuki put his arms around his neck and kissed him more and more, and he loves him so much and wishing this night would never end. Erie looked at him and blushed a lot and didn't know what to say this time, but he is in love with him and Erie Kissed him deeply and had to do what he said because he was in love with him. Res and Yuki spend a wonder night together Res also taught Yuki the pleaser of when they both bite each other while doing it and feeding from each other. Eric grin. "I'm going to feed you my blood 3 night in a row. This will not turn you in to a vampire. But it will give you some powers of a vampire. Like my speed and the Bitly to heal faster that it. You will not have to eat human blood. Those you will need to drink some of my blood once a month to keep young. Once I ghoul you no matter what I do to you, you will away come back to me. Plus vampire blood is very addictive Do you understand my pet." Yuki was loving it and loved him for it as well. Erie looked at him and looked away from him and didn't want to look at him and knew his heart will race for him and loved him, but he doesn't love him just as a slave to him. Ken pinned Eric bed down to the bed and grin. "Time to make you only loyalty to me." He bites his own tongue drawing blood then smirked to Eric and kissed him slipping his tongue and some of his blood in to Eric mouth. This was the first step to making Eric his slave. He would need to drink the blood on three different days in a row to be fully his slave. If he missed a day he would have to start over. Bond of his blood also made who ever drank it feel like they were in love more with the vampire. Erie blushed when he pins to him to the bed and blushed more he kissed him, and he loved it but felt blood in his mouth and loved it a little, but he felt something wrong, but he couldn't stop himself he was in love with him but being his slave is wrong and might drink his blood more and more. Erie just kissed him and could stop kissing him and Erie loved him so much, but he needed to know if he loved him the same Erie loves Ken. The day morning came and before Eric could wake up Ken slips some more of his blood down the sleeping boy thwart then went over to the desk in the room. This part of the room looked more office like there was a picture with him on Res on it dated back to the year they became vampires. It was a drawing not a photo picture. He started to remember the good old days. In the Morning Res cuddled Yuki closely he had to make sure Yuki would not wake and move to go outside yet. Erie was sleeping knew something was wrong and opened his eyes and saw Ken was gone and saw him looking at something and got up and went over to him "please Ken I want to know of your past and doesn't Yuki need to know as well?" Yuki was sleeping and dreaming as well. Ken looked to Eric and smirked. "It doesn't matter are past. And what did I tell you last night blood dolls don't need to worry about things like this, just pleading there masters." He pulled Eric on to his lap and sighed looking at the old painting. "This.... well it won't hurt to tell you a little, but Res will decide when to tell Yuki I won't tell Yuri and you better not either." He stated. "This panting was done the year Res and I become vampires. As you know we are from two different clans of vampires. Your neck show the different nicely." Eric neck was still sore from the necking and puffy red almost like it was infested, but it wasn't. Erie looked at him and liked the painting "Well I think you are sexy in that painting, but I don't know understand about the other clans what clans are you in and Yuki?" Erie looked at him and lick his cheeks and kissed him as well. Yuki opened his eyes and smiled at him and felt something and had to ask him of course "Res can you tell me about your past." "Well I am a Reserve (Resaves) and Res is a Germany (Séance). Reserve are rule and like pain It's why our bites leaves those bites. Those we can be very gentle when we would to be. I like get off on the screams so your out of luck for the gentle side of me." He laughed. "Germany are gentler, but I won't piss one off if I were you even flowers have thorns in them. I can't remember why was bitten first, but we were chosen to be vampire and trained by our sires." He started. Res smiled as Yuki woke up and he softly kissed him. "My past please Yuki don't dig that up let me be on it. I don't want to remember it. I have you know that all I care about." Erie looked at him and remember something about them "I see, so Res is a Sean, but I still don't understand about Res if he is like this and kind to Yuri what would happen if he is mean to Yuri does that mean Yuki could get killed by him and if you are a Reeves why are you hard on me and not nice to me half the time Ken?" Yuki looked at him and trying to understand him but got up and put on clothes on "please Res I want to know what your past is I love you I want to be there for you, I want to know besides my powers are coming, and I heard of what clan your from I heard Ken saying something to Erie your in the clan Sean right?" Ken smirked and kissed Eric. "Res easily could kill Yuki without a second thought in his head like he's done to countless numbers of lovers in his past." Ken shrugged. "Oh because I like being rough on you Eric its fun you make the cuts noises." "Well yes we are Sean and I will slowly teach you your powers my love." Res kissed Yuki. "Well I know you want to know my past, but I don't want to talk about it. Its painful please Yuki cut it out and let's watch a movie or something."(posted again) Erie blushed when he said that and sigh "well does Res love Yuki that much to tell about his past you already told me your past and I love you and I want to know more of your past Ken besides Yuki and my family is not a fun story as well." Erie looked at him and smiled at him and kissed him deeply. Yuki looked around from him "I am going to the library for a while just please let me be for a while alright I need to be alone for a while Res." Yuki opened the door and went down to the library and read for a while. Res smiled to Yuki and kissed his lips. "That fine love just don't go outside the sunlight will hurt you. You are not ready for it." If Yuki tried to look up Res past none of the books had a thing about it in them. Ken kissed Eric. "Love has nothing to do with telling someone your past and Res wants to forget more than anything. I hate the past but not as much as Res. If Yuki push learning Res past Res could just despair right out of Yuki life forever. This is only one of many homes we stay at." He hugged Eric. "My past and Res past are two sides of the same coin. In a way Those Res changed after Yuki grandfather was it. He loves him very much, and I stole him away from Res easily. At the time I thought he was a cute toy for me. I didn't realize until later this human and the one Res love were the same person. I feed him blood to turn him in to my slave and love me. " "Those. Res caught us in bed together before the last feeding. Res was so angry he was the one who kill the family. I took the fall for it because it was my fault I took the one person from Res he loved. Res went to kill him. But because I did not feed him my blood for the three day in a row he was him self again. He told Res he loved him and Res could not bring him self to kill him. He just runs away, those that man never did stop searching for Res he wanted his true love back. But Res didn't want to be found. In history, I could the fall I kill the family and try to kill him or at less that what he wrote down and taught his family any way. Me on the other hand I found my old friend, and we made up, but he is away worried if he gets someone new I will take them away. But I didn't mean to in the first place." When Erie heard of Yuki family it was bad for Yuki "so you mean Yuki grandfather loved Res in the past, but that can't be true Yuki grandfather never loved anyone that what I was told by his mother but if you killed him why does he look like Yuki does Res really care for Yuki that much and understanding of Yuki will try to know of his grandfather and what happen to him and wanting to know of it." Erie kissed him on the cheek "but I want to know do you loved Yuki grandfather and do you love Yuki or me that is what I want to know?" Yuki was in the library and reading a book on vampires a fiction book about a male vampire falling in love with a human and the author is a good writer it was someone he knew about it as well. Yuki red it a few times but he loved it and remembers of it as well. "Either of us kill him just Res killed his wife and children. Then ran away with a broken heart because he could not kill that man he loved. Well I never loved him that for sure, he was a toy to me." Ken sighed. "Yes Yuki grandfather was in love with Res it was clear to me when he has broken the 2nd of my blood holds over him when he saw Res watching us. He wanted to get to Res and kill me for taking him from the one he loves. He actually forgave Res told him he didn't care what he had done just to come back to him. But Res never did he felt more betray then anything else. Res did for give me when he learned I did not know, but the damage was done really. If Yuki pursue this he may very well lose Res like his grandfather did and never see him again. Those the grandfather hunted vampire now searching for me to kill me, and he away looked for Res to take back his love." Res was cleaning up the house and doing wash he needs to wash the blood out of the bedsheets of his bed. "So your saying if Yuki knows Res might lose Yuki like he lost his grandfather?" Erie looked at him and kissed him on the cheek and put his head on his chest and doesn't want to leave him. Yuki was reading his book to understand the vampire is in the book and loving the book. "Yes I am saying that in a way. He wants to think only of Yuki and there future together. I can't rob him of his happiness a twice time. Res as been waiting so long to find someone like Yuki. He really is happy. Those I can since he turns Yuki in to a vampire because the blood changed in the house. It's one less sweet tasty human and one more of our kind." Res hope Yuri would return soon he had finished cleaning up there room and moved to clean the rest of the house. Res was so happy Yuki was his, and he finally had someone to share hi sun dead life with. Yuki was reading his book and loved it Yuki got up and went to his room he lives with Res now and while he reads he sees him cleaning and was in shock about it. "Res I must ask you why are you cleaning the house?" Erie looked at him and sigh of it "well if Yuki and res are happy that is good now what about you Ken are you happy and do you love someone like Yuki and Res love each other." Res turned and moved to Yuki and kissed him. "Well someone has to clean this mess up" He laughed. "Plus can't hire a maid to clean up blood. Your and my blood was all over the sheets." He smiled then sat down on the clean sheet pulling Yuki on to his lap. "So what did you go down to read?" Ken smirked. "Well I don't love any one like that. If this was your round about way of asking me if I love you. You know the answer you're my blood doll and slave for the rest of your immortal life." He grinned. "After tomorrow night you will away be by my side no matter what I do to you." Yuki looked at him when Res kissed him and blushed as well. "Well this book is about when a vampire male falls in love with a human girl and I think it is sweet until the vampires cheats on her and the girl kills herself and I love the story it is sweet but sad at the same time." Erie looked at him and blushed as well and put his head on his chest and looked at him with his hands on his chest and looks like a sweet cute guy he always does. "Well I am just asking if you care for me and love me that is all." Res just laughed and shook his head. "This is a silly book. But I can say I have seen it happen before. Not be personal, but I have seen things like that happened with other vampires." Ken smirked. "Well once you are fully bond to me, I will have a reasonability to care for you." Yuki looked at him and sigh about it as well "well I love the book been reading it and I love it alright so let me finish the book alright it seems to me you are hiding something from me." Erie looked at him and wanted to say something, and he asks him one thing "why not turn me like Res did to Yuki?" "I am my past but Yuri it's not imported anymore. I don't want to think about it anymore." Res said and kissed Yuki forehead. "Go on you can read your book ok just come find me when you're done, and we will go out hunting at night for you to get some food." "Because its cure expectedly my bloodline so no I won't turn you. So down't ask that of me." Ken said. Yuki looked at him and nodded Yuki went to read his book for a while it was an hour later when he was done and went to look for Res in the room. Erie looked at him and nodded "than are you going to stop holding me in your arms than Ken?" Res smiled when Yuri had return and wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply. "I love you." Ken smirked and kept holding Eric. "No why would I let go of what is mine I told you didn't I. That you belong to me soon in a few days you'll never leave my side for any reason unless I order you to do something." Yuki looked at him and felt his tongue in his mouth and Yuki blushed a lot "I love you too Res so much." Yuki had his hands on his chest and his head on his chest as well. Erie looked at him and blushed as well he smiled as well and went to kiss him on the lips. Res smiled and hugged Yuki. "Shall we go work on getting a willing food sever for you to eat from. I bet your hungry again." Ken kissed Eric deeply. "I need a meal let me see that cute neck of your again." Yuki looked at him and smiled "ok than I do need something to eat but where are we going to eat Res?" Erie looked at him and blushed and then she shows him his neck to him - you mean like this Ken?" Erie looked at him still looking at him. "Well there a singles bar in shady area of town great place to pick up an easy meal. You won't have to kill them I can make them forget they bit you but if you could not control your hungry yet and kill them I'll take care of the mess over dear?" Res took Yuki hand. Ken smirked then licked Eric neck. "Just like that. Your blood smells so good its calling to me." Soon Ken fang sank in to Eric neck highly causing pain once again to Eric. The black and blue marks started to appear in that area like it was infected with something. But Ken knows how not to kill Eric when he drank.

The chase is on|rating:2.0

The Pieces of Sin (Quinz128 x Dizzi)

Madelyn was waiting at the corner of the bar that she had been informed she would meet her partner. Apparently the contact knew she was good at what she does, but expected to have more muscle. It wasn't unusual, to be honest, unless someone expected her to go in and sneak around and not engaged in too much combat, then she needed some slab of meat in front of her. She accepted her particular weaknesses, being a nimble and knowledgeable, but not really an expert in direct combat. And, from what she heard, he needed her knowledge and experience, but there was sure to be danger wherever she went in trying to find this"Artifact of Great Power". Sure it was a name - she wrote it down in her book - but wasn't arsed to look it up in particular. While waiting, the small woman dressed in some, admittedly, average clothes was deciding to eat something. She had been given partial payment, thanks to the loyalty she gave her clients beforehand. She was trusted as a professional. Not many really knew who she was, though, unless they had been looking. She liked being more underground. A brown haired woman with a shortcut wasn't too unusual, and the fact she was wearing a simple brown blows and skirt, with a white undershirt and some rather more sturdy boots. Her skin was still quite pale - perhaps due to her usual modus operandi of keeping in the dark and dungeoneering - which might show she was more than a farmer's wife who helped outside. She wasn't unseemly, a bit more than average in beauty, perhaps, but that could be added due to her still being - or at least looking - young. The woman had a lithe build, small and nimble, barely above five foot tall, but with the pack settled beside her, one could tell she was used to carrying things. The pack itself was an adventurer's pack, showing off a mess kit that was hanging from the side, along with a thin bedroll at the top and a book held onto it by a leather belt. The meal was practically done, now, she's lifting her head and looking around. Some came by to try and get frisky, but she was able to quietly glare them away, not dealing with being hit on, just yet. She may have been more into it if she wasn't waiting for someone specific... And even then, she didn't knowwhoit was. She was expecting them to know her name and the name of the contact, or, at least, introduce himself... The sun was slowly setting below the horizon as Rivas neared the tavern. The Minotaur was tall, broad, and hairy. The Minotaur was dressed in a simple black vest which showed off his fur covered chest and stomach, and tan pants which covered his bovine legs. He checked a small scrap of paper in his hand to be sure he was at the right spot before entering, ducking as he went through the doorway to ensure that his horns didn't scrape the entrance. The beast looked around - there were too many people for him to make a guess which one was his partner so he headed straight for the bar. His employer had told him that he needed a partner - someone with a bit more finesse than he did. While Rivas wasn't exactly offended, he was upset that he would have to share the bounty with some woman. I got a work on my subtlety, so I can make more money...he thought to himself." Is there a Madelyn here?" The beast asked the barmaid behind the counter. The guy couldn't at least sketch her? First he makes me get a partner, and now he's making me search for her?the beast thought." Sorry sir. Just started my shift" the woman behind the counter said, her eyes gazing down his body slowly. Rivas appreciated the look, but his mind was on other things as he turned around and said in a booming, deep, voice. "Which one of you is Madelyn!?" He exclaimed, the whole taken going silent for a moment as the Minotaur's eyes scanned the crowd for someone to either pipe up, or leave in a hurry. I can work on my subtlety tomorrow The whole establishment seemed to have fallen quiet when the large creature came inside. Such beasts were a rarity, and most saw them as monsters, which Madelyn didn't have any reason to say was otherwise. She only saw one, and it was a brute of a thing and wasn't up for civilized debate. This one, well... She had yet to tell, but not like it would matter. She went about finishing her bit of stew, after all, if he was dangerous, then he wouldn't have gotten deep enough to get to this place, so he must be, at least, somewhat civilized, despite the looks he was getting. It wasn't until the Minotaur shouted that people screamed in surprise and panic with Madelyn even dropping her pewter spoon to the ground, causing her to groan out, shaking her head. She muttered an obscenity she's then looking over to the beast, before groaning. She lifted her hand up, almost a bit dramatically, "Over here, you big lug!" She's moving down to try and grab her spoon back up before anything else. Furthermore, she took a deep breath, wondering why she had to get something like him. Furthermore, she dealt with meatheads before, but Minotaur? How did the guy even get him? This was a bit crazy... Rivas looked over the brown haired woman and nodded, walking over to her quickly, surprisingly not knocking down any tables or plates in the crowd The beast sat opposite Madelyn and smiled warmly. "So you're Madelyn... Name's Rivas" He said, matter-of-factly. The beast waited for a waitress to walk by and hailed her down. "Strongest ale you have and a new spoon for Madelyn" He said rather succinctly. He wasn't rude, but manners seemed to be above him, or below him depending on the observer's perspective. The Minotaur turned to the woman, looking almost comically large for his chair, and looked her up and down as though appraising her. "Guess you need muscle and I need subtlety." He explained. "I get it." He said, leaning back in his chair, the wood creaking a little as it strained to support his weight. Rilvus took his beer from the barmaid with a smile as she handed Madelyn a new spoon, handing her a few pieces of coin before he began drinking. "You're not going to kill me in my sleep and take my half of the bounty, are you?" The Minotaur asked, only half-joking, as he took a swig from his ale, the cool liquid sliding down his throat before he placed the mug down with a SMACK. "Pretty good" He said, shrugging his shoulders. "So, what's your deal? Assassin? Rogue? Mercenary?" He asked, cocking his brow. "Since we're working together we should probably get to know each other... head out-of-town tomorrow morning. Maybe see if we were told different information to make sure we didn't try and screw each other over - what did, uh, what's his name, More teak you about whatever-it-is we are getting for him?" When he mentioned her name, then his, she moved a hand to motion for him noticing him sitting, having to admit - at least internally, to herself - that she was unsure if the chairs would be able to keep up with his mass of muscle. That was one thing she just noted, now, she never really saw a fat, nor skinny, Minotaur. How curious, she considered, though lost the thoughts when the booming voice of the creature was let out, like a command, to the waitress who just passed by. The rest of the establishment still rather quiet due to the intrusion of something rather rare and unusual. The creak of the chair did help her keep attention to him, already prepared to get a laugh if the wood gave way and had the beast-man fall on his ass. The thought had her smirking, "Yeah, it seems something like that." Madelyn admitted, making it seem her amusement was from the words the Minotaur spoke rather than the imagery passing through her mind. When the spoon was presented, she took it She realized she didn't really need it, the other one was barely dirtied, and the food was almost gone. She wasn't either against being a bit disgusting in that, then again, most peasantry wouldn't think twice about eating something off the ground in some towns. When Rivas asked of her killing him she quirked a brow and replied with a simple, "That's a quick way to get hunted down myself. I like having good contacts, you know." She then paused, watching him swig from the mug before stating back, "I'm a dabbler? Problem Solver? Dungeon Delver? I mean, you can call me a lot. I wouldn't say assassin, as I don't get contracted to kill people. Not usually, and I prefer not to unless there is areallygood reason for it. Rogue? Well, I guess one could call me that." She put a hand up, brushing back her hair and turning to her 'good side', as if to show off some attempt at charm... it wasn't really something to write home about, if one were to be honest. She was pretty, but her comeliness was still well within the charts, and she had more of a plain girl-next-door charm to her than that of some heart-throb." And..." She let out, turning back and dipping her spoon to the bowl of stew, "As for Mercenary, that's more for a mercenary company, isn't it? You know, for proper war? I'm not a soldier by a long shot, so doubt that works well for me." She hummed lightly as she pulled the stew to her mouth, dipping the spoon back in and finishing off the food quickly as the minotaurwent about his miniature speech. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand afterward, before stating, "Well, I think the best thing to know is I have skill in pathfinding. I can read maps well, find bits of secrets and know how to do minor tracking. I can cast some spells, but don't expect full-blown fireballs or lightning bolts striking our enemies from me. Mine are more contained. I know a few tricks to make myself or allies a bit more effective... So, you know, could be a good pair." Magdelyn offered a shrug after before stating, "From my understanding, it's supposed to be area and terrible artifact of great influence." She's mimicking the voice of the artificer, before chuckling, "From my understanding, the Ruth'Keillor is supposed to be like some kind of magical rod or staff. Something stick-like, at least." She paused a moment before asking, "Wait a second, did he not tell you what we're going after?" Rivas chuckled from deep in his chest, a low rumbling sound that filled the air with a friendly warmth as his new partner mentioned it being a bad idea to kill him. "I guess it is, isn't it?" He said. As Madelyn began to explain her job, Rivas listened intently - having a hard time to nail it down exactly. He watched her push her hair to her side and turn to her good side, a move that made the large Minotaur pause as he reached towards his ale for just a moment before the woman continued speaking. "So you are like a huntress rogue... A pathfinder" He said, trying to sum up the woman's skills more succinctly. The Minotaur chuckled at the woman's impression of the man hiring them both, his dark eyes glimmering in the dim light just a little. "No! He told me what we were going after! Just wanted to see if we were told the same thing - you know these collector types, paranoid and stuff. I had one guy hire three of us and didn't tell any of us the same thing so we had to work together and figure out the actual directions. Took us longer to find that out than to get the damned thing!" The Minotaur said with a laugh, spilling some ale onto the floor. "You're right though, Ruth'Keillor is definitely a rod or staff. He told me that if we find it, there are more jobs, sounds related, but maybe he's just a hoarder" The Minotaur said, finishing off his ale and slamming it down again. "Shall we get a room and head out in the morning? I think he said it was to the east. Should meet someone to lead us in the right direction in... Uhm... I forget the town's name, but it seems to be a good day's walkaway. Not from here so I'm bad with the locales" the Minotaur said. "Good thing I've got you!" He laughed. "Hmm. Pathfinder may be a good way to phrase it. Yeah, I like that." Madelyn said, offering a smirk and a nod. She's leaning back in consideration, allowing the bull-man to eat or drink some more if he so wished. As he went about his own explanation of why he had even really asked. A cross look came across Madelyn's face as she stated, "Yeah, that doesn't sound very helpful at all. Why do these cryptic people have to feel a need to make it more difficult for the people that they are hiring? I hope, if you got what he asked for, he paid extra for discretion... Or just being a jerk." A light chuckle escaped her after she spoke, before leaning forwards, again, her hands coming together as she stared forwards at Rivas, "Luckily we don't have to deal with that this time, huh?" Madgelyn then went to the side, pulling out a rather small map out of her pack that was set beside her, her hand brushing aside the bowl, that hadn't been picked up yet, as she unrolled the map, pinning the corners down with small stones so it didn't roll itself back up. "Okay, so, I think you're talking about Gouda, the town over here to the east. Rivas, perhaps, noticed there was just a small circle with handwritten name on it, "Very small place, day and a half away, doesn't even have an inn to it, mainly farmland. But we can camp there with more comfort than out in the wilds as well as supply for the longer trek." She gave a nod, "And from there, we can either follow the roads that go along the north or south or just cut through the woods straight through." With her hand having traced the possible paths she looked up, "All lead towards the mountain-side, but since we don't know theexactlocation, we'll need to scour the possible paths around it. Doubtless it won't be near the roads, or else someone found it... Then again, he did give me something to help locate it..." She moved back down to the pack, "Some kind of resonant stone, or some other magical stuff... May help us know when we're close?" She's pulling out a small crystal that was about as long and thick as an average man's forefinger. "So... What path you're thinking we should go to?" The Minotaur chuckled "He wasn't going to pay us extra for the hassle but..." The massive beast gave a flex, his thick arms bulging out "We convinced him, so to say" He took another swig of his ale, looked down at the empty glass in confusion before sighing "I don't normally do that, but this guy was a special case" He laughed, pushing the mug away. When the bartender came up to him to refill his he shook his head. He listened intently to the woman, doing his best to not have his eyes wander around her form. He listened to the woman speak about the paths, smiling at her little map. Furthermore, he listened intently to her speak about their options and went to use his finger to draw a path - he found it far too thick to be accurate, sighed, and grabbed the woman's spoon, using the handle to point his suggested path, pausing when he realized what she said "He gave you a dowsing stone?" HE asked, cocking his brow. "Damn... Those are expensive. Take a year to make." He said, looking at the small crystal, about 3/4 the size of his littlest finger. Rivas shook his head and went back to using the spoon to trace his preferred path." I suggest we stay here for the night" He said, pointing at the town they were in "And then at dawn head east, as you said, to Gouda see whoever you have business with there" He said, pointing to the handwritten name, "Get some supplies, camp, and then cut through the woods. Little more dangerous but if we leave first thing it should be fine" He shrugged." I'm about ready to hit the hay. Want to go splits on a room?" He asked. "Easier for us to get up together" He said, "First one upsets the pace for the day" He smiled. "What do you think?" A light chuckle escaped her at the Minotaur's comment and flex. "Well, I would hope so... I think we're going to get along Rivas." She gave a nod, before looking back down to the map. She waited a bit before lifting back up to look to him, waiting the answer, before quirking a brow at him taking the spoon from the bowl off to the side. She's nodding, noticing what he was doing with pointing with the back of the spoon, "Sure we could do that." Madelyn confirmed, straightening up just before presenting the stone. "Well, apparently, it's more unique. It's specific for the location, so not as useful and maybe more expensive or less depending on the person that knows what it points to." She nodded, allowing him to look. "Still... It'll get us what we want, if he's right." The human woman's attention went back to the map, looking over the path he suggested, calculating, the time it might take, before he spoke again - his low voice was quite hard to miss, admittedly. "Ah, yes, probably a good idea. It'd be nice to not worry about camping until hours later. Finish up anything left." She tapped at her chin, "Plus, that way if either of us kills one another in a room, then we know we're untrustworthy!" She let out a laugh, picking up the stones and rolling up the map, hurrying up and packing up the things. "I'm also sure between me and you, we don't have much to worry about in the woods. Maybe some dumb animals and dumber bandits, at worse, but with a big guy like you, shouldn't have t worry too much." Magdelyn stretched out, standing up, "That was to be expected. I mean, if we're going to be together for a job, which will keep us together and watching over each other for such a time, we have to know we can trust to watch each other's back." She nudged to the back and said, "I got the food, but wasn't sure if my partner wanted to go right away or not. Let's find an inn. Was sure there was a place nearby, everyone wants a drink while they wait, right?" She's already pulling her pack on her back and moving to the exit, having already paid. The large bull laughed at the woman's words "Exactly. I know I'm trustworthy, but I won't know about you until you kill me then I'll die knowing I was wrong" He said with a smile. The beast nodded at Madelyn mentioning that she would get the food and then gave a quizzical look as she moved to leave. "Wait... Madelyn" Rivas said, trying to not shout over the crowd, and failing - "He sheepishly stepped towards her now that all eyes were on them and said quietly "There are rooms HERE" before moving to the bar and hieing down a barmaid. The woman was tall, with a perfect hourglass figure, a woman that worked hard and played hard "uh, Miss, I'm looking for a room for me and my friend over there. Have anything open?" The woman smiled at the bull and slipped him a key with a wink." One gold" She said, the bull was confused at the woman's wink but handed her the gold and hailed down his partner. When they arrived to the room the beast sighed "She gave use a room with only one bed" He said - the bed was definitely large enough for the two of then, it helped that Madelyn was so small in comparison to the large Minotaur, but he shook those thoughts out of his head and looked to his partner "Listen, I like ya, and the thought of jumping into bed with you is not a bad one but... I am going to go and see if they have a room with two beds, or another room with one bed" He said "What?" Madelyn asked, stopping in her tracks and turning to look past her shoulder towards the large partner. When he proclaimed the rooms were actually for rent where they were, she stared at him for a time before lifting her head and giving her head a gentle knock, tilting her head with the minor force, "Ah-hah, Guess I wasn't paying as much attention as I thought I was about this place..." At that point she looked around at the other people in the establishment, noticing the eyes were on her, as much as Rivas, she's giving a "What?" lifting her hands up to have some sneer and go back to their own affects. When she was hailed over, Madelyn followed, one hand to her side as she moved down to the room, allowing Rivas to open it. When she stepped in, and he sighed with the news, her face scrunched up. "Great, so they were just thinking I was going to get laid, huh?" With a shake of her head, she looked up to him before saying, "Oddly roomy bed, though, but yeah, we should check if there's another room. In fact, you paid for this, right? Let me go and see and if there's another one I can just pay my own, otherwise we move. Works out." She shrugged off her back, though, lifting it to Rivas and said, "Watch over it, I'll be back." She's waiting for him to take hold of one of the straps before turning around. She was quick to get to the place and quick to return though, her hand in her face, when she moved to push open the door, not bothering to knock as it was expected they were in there anyway. "No, no other rooms, she claims." Madelyn explained, pulling her hand down over her face, "So we'll have to make do. And let's be honest, the room's a luxury we were taking anyway, so it's not a big deal." With that, though, she crossed her arms, looking up and leaning back to get a view of the significantly taller creature, "So, who's getting the bed?" When Madelyn left eh bull shrugged, assuming there would be another room he stripped down naked, preferring to sleep that way before heading to the washroom. The man didn't hear his roommate re-enter the room as he left the 'washroom, stopping in his tracks - the hairy, naked, beast's thick shaft stopping a moment after swinging back and forth, hanging down low. "Sorry... Uh... didn't think you were coming back" The bull said, blushing a little, but not really doing much to hide himself, just walking towards the bed and shrugging, His broad back having corded muscles "Well, It's big enough for the both of us" He said, reaching down and grabbing his pants to put them back on, not being shy as he began to pull on the fabric, needing to grab himself and adjust himself into the pants." Didn't mean to flash you like that" he laughed, much more comfortable now that he was covered - he just didn't want to turn it into a farce of him trying to cover himself. He was a big guy, in height and size and that continued down to his nether regions and flailing around to hide himself wouldn't result in broken items in the room. The large beast lay back in the bed, talking to try and distract from what had just happened "See? Lots of room for the both of us, no reason for either of us to deal with a floor the night before we go camping" He said with a shrug, the bull-like man's snout twitching slightly - already getting tired in the soft bed. When she looked up, asking who was getting the bed she blinked a couple of times and put her hand up to cover her eyes, "REALLY!? The idea was another room with one bedORanother room with two beds! And why would I give you my pack if I wasn't coming back!?" She sighed, head lowering before she pulled her fingers apart, noticing that he managed to get his pants back on. Madelyn just shook her head at the situation, stating, "Sure you didn't, big guy..." She's muttering as she moved to the side to go for her bag, again. "Listen, I'll expect to see it sometime, because of lakes and washing and whatnot, can't be extremely prudish when traveling, but c'mon, we haven't even left town and people already think we're going to be fucking." The sound of the bed creaking came as he settled himself on it - he was not just large, but weighty with his muscular frame and the wood giving it up was still, most likely, for a human not a Minotaur. "Fine, that can be expected..." She muttered, before stating, "But keep your pants on, and I'll keep my skirt on, okay?" She knelt down, taking up the map from her back again, unfurling it before stating, "So... We know where we want to go, now, so... Where you think it'll actually be hidden?" The massive bull was surprisingly sheepish after the incident "Sorry, truly. A bit of a lapse in awareness" He said before settling on the bed. "You keep your skirt on, and I'll keep my pants on, deal" The beast said. "As for where the item will be hidden... with our luck probably in the next Inn over, and we will go allele the way over here" The beast said, dragging his finger along the map to their destination, the sound of crinkling paper filling the room. "And then realize it's not there and then come allele the WY back" He said, reversing the motion. "Only to find it right where we started" He laughed at that before flopping back into the bed, the wood making it very clear it didn't like the large brute." It's been a long day, how about we get some rest?" Rivas asked, pulling up the covers a little bit, but not wanting to hog them. The beast didn't seem to wait for an answer before he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. The large beast slept without issue, but near dawn he was fully wrapped around the small woman, the mattress flexing to push the two together. In the morning Madelyn would find herself entrapped in the bull creatures' arms - his warm breath on her back and his thick arms embracing her midsection, light, SUR[rising soft, snores came from Rivas' throat as he slept "Well, if it is, we'd know due to the dowsing stone." Madelyn commented, almost immediately taking out the small crystal-like stone and holding it to her palm and waiting a moment. Nothing reacted. "And with that not showing anything, well, we know it's not in this town, nor even the next... or... well... He said 'approximately a day's travel' so probably more like between here and most of the way to the next town..." She's lowering her voice to a murmur as she went on with the last sentence. She stowed the crystal back into a side pocket of her multi-pocketed bag and went back to rolling up the map. As she pushed the map down into a pocket specifically for it, she gave a nod, stating, "Yeah, that does seem appropriate. I hope you're not a roller, your body could easily crush me, so... Do be careful." She's moving to take off the blouse she wore, giving way to the white undershirt she wore, which had seen better days, no doubt. There were some stains smudged about, nothing too gross-looking, though. She also moved to remove her skirt - despite the whole exchange - under it a pair of simple breeches she wore, knowing in some cases a skirt may get her killed, despite her preference for them. She had to admit, much of it may have been cultural while growing up. Women and girls just wore skirts... By the time she turned to look, it seemed Rivas was already asleep. She sighed out and gave an, "Okay then..." Before carefully moving to the bed, seeing how comfortable she might be able to get. It took a bit, but eventually she managed to get to sleep herself. Magdelyn managed to wake first, it seemed. Her eyes slowly opened, looking towards the window as light poured in. It seemed mid-morning by now, from how much light there was, with the realization that their window was facing west as it didn't blare inside. With a shift, she remembered where she was, because of the arms wrapped around her. Her first question was how he even got in that position without waking her, and second, how he was surprisingly quiet for such a big guy. She gave a light grunt as she first tried to move, but decided he needed to get up anyway." Oi!" She let out, a light elbow pressing back against him. "Time to get up. We've already lost a bit of sunlight." She commented, pointing towards the window, and rolling out of bed when he let her go, she's falling to her hands and knees off it before standing and brushing herself off, when she could. "They may even have breakfast here, since they have a kitchen, so we can go full out or just see about grabbing some biscuits and butter to go." The large Minotaur watched with bated breath as the woman held the stone in her hands before sighing at the revelation of nothing. "No, I don't roll. I sleep like a rock." he said, a little surprised when the woman took off her skirt but said nothing before quickly falling asleep. The massive beast grunted as he was woken up, catching himself staring as the woman fell onto her hands and knew in a rather compromising position. Quiet you he thought to himself, mostly to his nether region which were beginning to wake up as well. When breakfast was mentioned the beast stood up and stretched, not noticing his pants were doing an extremely poor job of hiding his morning half-erection before he turned around and bent over to grab his shirt. "I think we should get going quickly, you're right. We missed a lot of sunlight already." He said, gathering his few things, pulling on his shirt and twisting until his back cracked. "Oh fuck that felt good" He laughed. Rilvus yawned as they were downstairs, waiting for their food - he had ordered a bit more than biscuits and butter - he was a large guy and needed more than that to give him energy. "So where are you from, Mags?" He asked, deciding to give her a nickname whether she liked it or not. Madelyn immediately got to her skirt and fixated it back on - it was still relatively clean, not like she did any real work the other day -, she's adjusting the band and looking over to the Minotaur. When he did sit up, she did notice the extra bit that wok up to. A hand went to her mouth as she laughed to the back of it, stating, after, "Might want to calm down before walking out, though, get some others intimidated." Admittedly, she felt this partnership might be good for them both, as they both seemed relatively laid back in the situation and that helped, perhaps even noting a calm for when things got hairy, as they often do. "C'mon, let's see what we can get." The two managed to get the food and head out the door, right as Rivas asked his question. "HRM? Me? Well, I originally came from Handel... Mmm. A small farming town over in the western plains of Gelderland." The kingdom of Gelderland was known to be a rather rich land, with a lot of exports, with nobles that were the highest of class and peasants of the lowest. It was still very much a feudal land, the nobles owned the land and just let the peasants work it for them. Trade was a primary thing, and it was still mostly given to the Lords and Ladies than the peasants below them." And now I have to ask you back." Madelyn said, not seeming to mind his giving her name, turning around and putting her hands behind her back, "Where doyoucome from?" She's smirking as she walked backwards. The Minotaur chuckled at the woman telling him to calm down, shrugging. "It'll be down by the time we get to the stairs, as long as you upon't flash me or anything" He teased. He was not the shyest beast when it came to sex. Rilvus listened to the woman's story as he munched away on some bread, nodding at the story before answering her returned question. "I'm from the other direction, east, small city called Geo - parents worked for the mayor. Well... Worked was a strong word, they weren't exactly uh... Paid. I came of age and was told to get to work. I didn't want to clean up that slave-driver's mess, so I fled, I felt bad about leaving my parents, but we reconnected a few years later, they were inspired and also fled. Spent a few years on the coast doing some shipyard work up and down it before I picked up this mercenary thing. Money's better, and the adventure is more fun" He said with a smile. As the woman walked backwards the Minotaur saw a branch under her foot, "Watch out!" He said, reaching out to grab her if she tripped. After a moment, there was a rustle in the bushes." Great. Bandits. At least they're dumb enough to take on a Minotaur and a human two to one" He laughed, cracking his knuckles. "All hail the workers of the land." Madelyn said with amusement, as, though he was a slave - lower than even her peasant stock - they were both expected to work for someone and all. At least he got out and started this life earlier, it sounded. "At least your folks found the way out of it. Mine are still working the fields. I send letters to them and occasionally visit to give up some traceable. Coin is, basically, worthless to them, and barter is king with their position. I'll admit, hoping to get enough so they can move to someplace they actuallyowntheir home, rather than have to subject themselves to the whim of a Lord." The woman just stepped over the branch when he called out, seeming to have more attention of her surroundings than he gave her credit for. Madelyn turned her head, giving a "What?" Before hearing the rustling, her head turning to it, figuring he called to her about that. She scoffed and said, "I doubt they're going to rob us, even they must know a brute like you would wipe the floor with them. Plus, if we were getting mugged, they'd be on the road by now, right?" She looked to Rivas, with a slight bit of concern. If it was bandits, then they might just try to fell him and loot his corpse and try to take her for slave labor. It wouldn't be unheard of. Madgelyn put her hand to her side, covering the handle of the knife she had tucked into her skirt, to try and keep it hidden, in case she had to surprise someone. With a nudge of her head, the woman said, "Come on, let's hurry along..." She ready to move at a quicker pace with the Minotaur. Rivas gave a cheeky grin at the woman's joke about the workers of the land but wasn't quite sharp enough to come up with a witty comeback - nodding when she mentioned sending things back home. "That's terrible." He said, shaking his head. Seeing the woman deftly step over the branch made the Minotaur blink She's a lot more aware than I thought she was... Good thing she's on my side... Listening to Madelyn's logic made the Minotaur nod "Good point... Might be something wild..." He said, just as a small bear cub stepped out of the bushes, followed by its brother. "Mother is near... KET's go" He said, joining his companion in the quicker pace. He heard the grumble of a mother bear behind them - they were safe for now. "Told you it was more dangerous" He chuckled. The sun rose high in the sky as the pair trekked through the woods, the large beast's stomach growling audibly as they walked. "I think it might be lunchtime" he said as they arrived at a clearing. "You alright to stop for a few minutes? I'm sure you must be hungry too - just gotta be wary of some more bears" Madelyn pulled back, releasing Rivas's hand and pulling her knife out to see the bear cub come out. The human woman let out a sign of relief, tension leaving her when the bears were the ones that appeared from the brush. She was a bit afraid that the Minotaur was correct, and she'd have to get into a fight or someone would fire a crossbow bolt to try and down him and then come for her. When Rivas mentioned the mother possibly coming by shortly, Madelyn nodded and said, "Yeah, you're right." keeping up with him to gain distance from the bear cubs, so mommy wouldn't be mad at them, though she was sure, even if spotted, they'd be too far for her to chase if she feared for her little ones. The groan of the adult bear had the woman look back, her hand lowered, and she put the knife back to its hiding spot, "Yeah, but wildlife, thankfully, usually keeps to itself. Silly bear's going to get itself killed... Magdelyn was waving a flat pewter plate she kept with her pack at her face, she's already sweating from the travel, thank yo a blend of the sun, her skin already getting more pink from the exposure. When Rivas's stomach spoke up to complain, the woman looked up and to him with a chuckle, "Yeah, I can tell. Got your own alarm bell there." She's nudging her thumb to his gut, she's halting and stating, "Sure thing. I am sure we can wait a bit." She's holding up the pewter flatware, stating, "Already have this out helps, huh? Okay, fine, maybe not... I got the usual trail rations. Nuts, jerky, dried fruits..." While Madelyn spoke she was already working to pull off her travel backpack. Rivas chuckled when the woman nudged her thumb into his gut, the muscles underneath his skin and fur were hard even under the thin layer of fat. "I've got some rations too" The beast said, slinging off his backpack and beginning to dig around. "You need some water, here" The beast said, hanging the woman his water skin. "The last thing I want is you passing out and needing to carry you." He teased. He was warm too, but he was worried about his human companion who seemed much less able to deal with the heat. I think I'm starting to like perilous thought as they sat down and ate, helping his ears open for any wildlife that might think their food looked particularly good. "This water skin is one of the most expensive things I own so be careful" He said, taking it back and downing a big swig. "It always makes sure any water put in won't get us sick" He said, gloating a little at his purchase. When the pair were finished eating, Rivas began to pack his things away "Come on, let's get going... don't want mama bear smelling us and deciding we look good" HE said. "You said we should make it to the next town by sun fall, yeah?" "I had my own, but if you're offering..." Madelyn said, pulling her pewter cup from the string on her travel pack, lifting it up so that he could pour some in. "Ah, come now, I'm sure you'd not mind carrying me around." She teased, in response, taking a drink from the cup assuming the water poured. She pulled out some dried meat and fruits, taking the small meal on the plate she was using as a fan. "Ah, that is a useful enchantment. I hadn't considered that, really would be useful if you even found yourself in some swamp or somewhere else with a lot of still water, huh?" She pushed a dried date in her mouth, chewing it with cheeks bulging. Magdelyn licked her plate, trying to make sure any excess was cleaned off, before clearing her throat, and taking a rag out to wipe it down. "Ah, well, no... It was a day and a half, and we got our day started late, so we should be there before sundown tomorrow. So we'll need a place to rest. We'll hit the woods before nightfall, though, and we can find a decent spot to keep safe in there." With a motion to the east where the treetops could be seen further away, so far, though, that a faded fog was obscuring them. "I have no problem trying to double-time it, though, and if you want us to we could double-time it overnight, so we'd get there in the morning. I mean, I wouldn't mind getting there sooner than later." "If I have to carry you, you are going to have to return the favor" Rivas teased back smiling at her as she drank the water he offered. "Extremely useful. My last contract had me in exactly that situation. Total lifesaver" he said, taking a swig from his water straight from the bladder." Oh! Nightfall tomorrow! That makes more sense" The Minotaur said, eating the last of his food before wiping the plate clean with a rag and beginning to put it away. "I vote no on the overnight. We need our energy" He said, slinging his pack onto his back. "But double time sounds good. I've been walking slow to keep up with you this whole time" He said, teasing his companion. "Let's try and find a clearing in the forest to set up camp, that way we can more easily see what's coming, if anything... Sleep in shifts to protect us from whatever is there" Madelyn looked up at the Minotaur in response to his compromise before shaking her head and simply stating, "Not going to happen." She held out the waterski after her words, allowing him to take a drink, "Exactly... I'll really need to get one myself. That is extremely helpful." A smile crossed her face as she took this bit of time to relax and eat what she could. Magdelyn didn't disagree with Rivas at them going double-time, though she had her doubts on keeping up with him. Even if she could keep with his stride, she was sure that he would be much more enduring than she was. Regardless, she tried, agreeing to hurry through the road and plains before reaching the edge of the woods by late afternoon, giving them plenty of time to slow down and search a bit through the woods before nightfall. When the sky went the bright blue to the hints of purple and orange during dusk, Madelyn stated, "Yeah, we need to find a clearing and set up before the sun's completely set..." She's lifting her head up and scanning the area, her brow still dripping with some sweat and her clothes drying from the same as she was able to recover a bit more from the heat and exercise. "Ah! Here we go..." She let out, in a small voice, getting over to an area Rivas would have been able to see. It was very small for a clearing, but enough to make some shelter and get a fire without risk of spreading to the woods. "Hey, big guy. Care to get some stones for a fire circle, and I'll set up some cover and move whatever tinder I can toss over to give us a clear sleeping spot?" She's motioning over to the edge of the clearing, to show where she'd start working." Rivas looked around the small clearing and nodded in approval, quickly slinging off his pack where he planned on sleeping, landing in the dirt with a soft "thud". "Stones. Fire pit. Got it." He said, heading into the woods a bit to try and find some stones. The Minotaur quietly dug through the woods, pulling out a few stones from the ground, grunting with the effort of carrying them to the clearing and aligning them into a semicircle before heading back to the woods to search for more. Not far from the clearing, two men were walking through the woods when they heard Madelyn talking, the men looked at each other with a grin and snuck closer - they saw an adventurer, her companion probably some lug of a human, with a bag probably full of goodies. The pair of bandits looked at each other, the first pulling out a bow, looking for her companion, unaware of just how much of a "big guy" he was, while the other snuck around the edge of the clearing before leaping out - knife drawn, at Madelyn. Madelyn was moving to grab up some twigs and sticks that were easy to bundle and burn for the fire to be made as she had already gotten the canvas she used for tenting nailed to some trees. She hadn't noticed the bandits, yet, as they hadn't been talking and were relatively quiet. Though she was more perceptive from experience, that didn't mean she was infallible. Unfortunately for the bandit, he just came out, rather than taking his advantage, causing the woman to turn towards him, quickly, pulling the sticks close to her. "Ah, Hello." She let out, looking over the person, trying to evaluate his equipment and stance, while trying to not look threatening... And a woman with a simple skirt, soft shoes and a blouse like her made her look like some normal farmer's wife - a thing she liked with her preference for looks. "Don't suppose the knife out is just you hoping I have a whet stone on me?" Come on girl, I know you've got some money stashed somewhere" The bandit snarled, a little thrown off by the woman's Concha;once. "Hand it over, or maybe I'll just take what I want from you" He said, his eyes roaming over her body slowly, taking a menacing step forward. Just outside the clearing, the second bandit was watching his partner and the woman closely as he circled around - not concentrating on the lumbering mass of muscle carrying firewood just behind him. "Can I help you?" Rivas asked. The second bandit turned around and, before he could say anything, Rivas used one of the logs he was holding to knock out the bandit with a dull "Thud" of wood on skull." What was that?" The first bandit asked, looking over into the woods. Something didn't feel right. "Damn it, and here I thought I was saving enough..." Madelyn said, making up the act as she went let one hand up, the other coming to the side where she had a belt pouch. "I already got held up once, so the stash is a bit low." She decided to admit, getting the pouch off. However, when he looked, she immediately stopped for the pouch and lowered herself, grabbing the knife she had at her boot and throwing it to the man's chest from her lowered angle, her other hand going for the knife in the other boot, which she rose up, wielding. She hoped, at least, the man would have been distracted and most debilitating injured from the knife-throw." Should have earned an honest living you Sob." The troubleshooter said, her knife out, glancing around to make sure there weren't any others in the woods about to take a shot at her with bolt or arrow, or throw something else to her, though she was pretty sure she had heard the words of her partner before that thud. Maybe he found someone hiding? Sneaky for such a big guy. "Mags, I found a bandit" Rivas said, walking into the clearing - an unconscious, possibly dead, bandit slung over one shoulder and a small bundle of wood over the other. "And-oh! Seems you got one too" Rivas said. "I don't think there's a third but-""Oh Christ... Minotaur!" The first bandit said, injured from the thrown knife, thankfully he wasn't going to bleed out, but he was in rough she"Shut up.... Oh, your friend is waking up" Rivas said. The massive beast placed the second bandit on the ground and simply growled at the man as he awoke, the two bandits running off." I found some wood!" Rivas said excitedly - dropping it to the ground with a clatter. "Let's get a fire started and eat, probably best to sleep in shifts - I'll take first shift" He said When Rivas came out of the wood so nonchalantly she was almost a bit disappointed. "Yeah, He wanted to rob me..." She admitted, looking to the damage she did to him which... wasn't a lot. He had a fairly deep wound, but not one that was debilitating. The Minotaur made such a scene, causing Madelyn to sigh and put her hand up, covering her face while she gave a sigh. "Well, that works out... Maybe scared them enough to not bother us anymore, at least... Or try to grab friends and come back." Madelyn spoke as she knelt down, putting the knife back to her boot and straightening it and the hem of her skirt before raising." Sure, I got the tinder and rock circle enough. We should get a fire going and that seems enough for a night. Thanks. Come on, I'll start the fire." She motioned over, expecting him to follow to the small encampment made for them. She got some flint and steel and got a fire going thanks to Rivas's wood and her bit of tinder to get it started. "So, you're expecting food? Did you see a river about? Could get some stew going, most of the things I got are salted, though. Meant to last." She straightened up, careful to keep her skirt from getting too close to the fire. "I mean, I am still fine just eating that stuff, regardless. But you say first shift, thinking what? ... Six hours each or something?" She's quirking a brow, wanting to be clear, "Or we're going for four?" Rivas looked over the small circle of rock and nodded in agreement that it was good enough for a single night. When asked if he saw a river he shook his head "Salted food it is" He explained, digging through his rucksack for some of his own rations, piercing them with a stick in order to warm them over the fire. "Glad you're okay after that" He said before answering her question "Let's say four, I want to get to town as soon as possible if you're okay with that."the night passed without incident, and before long the sun was beginning to break through the early morning mist, causing shafts of light to pierce through the darkness provided by the blanket of night - the sun's light powering through the trees to waken Riley from his slumber without Madelyn's help. "That was a terrible sleep. I dreamt we found the artifact, and then I dropped it, and it broke" He said, shaking his head. "Shall we get going?" He asked, standing up and kicking some dirt over what was left of the dwindling fire. Macedon was pacing about the perimeter of the encampment, already having packed up her things. She yawned much of the time, still rather bothered that she couldn't get more sleep, but she tried to justify it by stating she had plenty at the inn. She did occasionally glance over to Rivas as he slept and had to admit she appreciated the big bull. He was rather more polite and sensible than others she partnered with. By now, no doubt, there were more men than not that she cared to admit would have tried to get up her skirt. Maybe he just didn't like humans? Then again, he did wake up with some wood the other day, so that just had to prove he was just being polite? She shrugged, before turning move to get him awake, however he was already getting up." Good timing." The woman said, standing over him, as the sun was already cracking over the horizon. "Get yourself up and we'll head over. We should be to the mountains midday." She offered a smile, while he got himself up, "Well. That just means I'll have to keep a hold of it, huh?" Madelyn laughed out, putting her hands to her hips as she cocked them to the left side. "So! Let's go. Once we get to the place, you'll take point, you shield of muscle." She patted his chest, before moving a bit forwards to where they needed to go, while he packed up his things. While the two were on the road, so to speak, Madelyn did ask how Rivas managed with most humans, as he figured not many took kindly to him about. She was fine as, well, she found if she could negotiate it could work, but many were still afraid of things like him. She mentioned that even her being low-class for many parts caused some trouble, she could only imagine how being inhuman would be. She also did mention her own times of being misconstrued. For some reason, many consider her as being a thief or something like that with her skills and how she has some kind of leather fetish, because, well, that seems to be the stereotype, which she'd not even sure of." In the end he still was figuring I was some kind of seduction queen or something, even though I had no reason to give him that impression. I swear, sometimes it's like people don't understand that some folks are just individuals and not stereotypes." Madelyn sighed, looking back up and said, "Seems we managed to get to the mountain-face." With that she stopped and looked up to the way the mountain rose from the ground. She hummed, placing a hand to the stone before asking, "You said we should try going south, first, right?"

The Pieces of Sin (Quinz128 x Dizzi)|rating:4.0

the glamour model and the basket ball player

Name: Kanji Manage: 23Job: glamour model pin up Appearance: blonde long curly hair, tanned,5'6,30 E boobs, size 8,round curvy ass and a pretty face. Kandi walked into a charity event she was here because she had done a calendar for the charity. She saw a group of famous basketball players one caught her eye Louis the guy she had been on a date with a few times she hadn't seen him in ages. She headed over to the bar in her short black skirt, red corset and Louboutins she looked great as she leaned against the bar as she sipped on her glass of wine. Furthermore, she wondered if Louis would come see her she hoped he would. Louis was talking to one of the reporters, this is one of the things about being famous that he hated, constant talking to press, he was looking around trying to find a way to politely shake off the annoying bastard of a reporter Then he saw kanji, god it's been a while, she still looks the same, he excused himself quickly form the annoying man, and walked over to her," hey, kanji" he smiled She noticed he was talking to the press she knew he hated that part of the job she knew quiet a few things about him, she was a great listener. She enjoyed his company she really liked him, but she hadn't seen him in ages." Hey Louis how are you hung." She said as she kissed his cheek. She smiled at him as she sipped on her glass of wine. Furthermore, she tossed her hair back. Furthermore, she noticed her calendar on the side." Have you seen the calendar babes." She said it was obvious she was proud of the calendar. "To be honest, with this lot (pointing to the press) and training, I barely get to see the sun "he laughed,"come let's take a set, it's been a while" he said "Oh that's disappointing I have a copy if you want to see babes." She said as she stroked her hair out of her face. She leads him to a seat, and they sat down together. Furthermore, she crossed her legs looking at him."It's been ages so how you been Hun and what you been up to." "Great" he said, not that enthusiastic about his life" wow, " he said soft looking at her calendar pic, " when u started modelling, I thought u would never come this far, but damn girl, u sure u were not the last option they had, to be put up here ? hahaha" he finished, grinning at her, he missed this girl, "I've been super busy recently and do you like the shots baby?" She asked as she sipped more on her wine. "I've come a long way I use to be a bimbo who was stupid, and now I'm still a bimbo, but I'm not stupid." She laughed as she stroked her side. "You're a cheeky git saying I might have been the last option." She slapped him playfully in the face. "I'd have you know I am very successful everyone wants to work with me. I've missed your cheek." She laughed as she kissed his cheek. She gave him a hug and slide onto his lap hugging him. "Have you missed me Hun ?" " Well, . " He planted a soft is on her lips," what does that tell you" he whispered. "Why can't you just tell me you miss me is it that hard to admit." She said laughing as she stroked his chest. "Are you embarrassed by me Hun." She kissed him softly as she cuddled up to him. She really had missed him, and she didn't know why she had missed him so much. Furthermore, she knew she really liked him, but she found it so weird she had missed him so much. " Embaressed by u ? What gave u that idea? He laughed, he put his arm around her waist, started to feel up her thigh, over her clothes," seeing anyone lately" he asked, his eyes looking into hers "Well the only reason I thought you were a little embarrassed by me because you were whispering, but I was being silly." She grinned at him as he stroked her thigh. She kissed his neck softly as she stroked his back." No I'm not seeing anyone there is one guy I like though they call him Louis he's handsome, and he's a great basketball player." She looked in his eyes and winked at him. His dark hand trapped her wrist as he got her to massage his dick through his pants, god he missed these little hands around his cock, let's go to my limo outside lets catch up properly, he said to her, with a grin She stroked his cock through his trousers hoping no one noticed they were always really flirty with each other."Yeah, let's go to your limo we need to catch up I want you I've missed you it's been hard not seeing you my pussy has missed you." She whispered into his ear as she rubbed against him. Kareem grabbed her hand, and led her outside, God it felt good to be outside he thought, his face relishing the fresh air hitting his face, a relief compared to the crowd inside,'They walked to the limo, Kareem told the driver to go away, before opening the door and letting Kanji and himself in," so" he said, pulling her in close" how have u been ?" grabbing her hand he still kept it rubbing on his cock, She smiled at him, she felt happy to be out with him in the fresh nice air. She got into the limo, and she sat on his lap stroking his cock. She grinned at him as she kissed his neck." I've been good I've just missed you hung." She stroked his chest softly as she looked in his eyes. She kissed his neck as she stroked his cock softly with her other hand. One hand was stroking his cock and one stroking his chest. He put his hand behind her hand and pulled her in for a Snow, forcing his tongue in her mouth, hi s right hand buzzing her tit his left exploring her back, he missed this girl, fuck, and he knows it, he always looked at her pictures whenever they appeared on magazines, hoping they would meet again, and now here she was, and he is eager to not let her so quickly She played with his tongue as they kissed she had so much passion for him. She enjoyed being with him, she was having a lot of fun with him, and she didn't want the fun to stop. She moaned in his mouth as he squeezed her boobs. She missed feeling him against her and in her. Furthermore, she stroked his chest as she thought of the times she had watched basketball games just to see his face. They got on great and they had fun together. She moved back from him." You want to lose the clothes we always have more fun when we are completely naked." She laughed she was feeling very playfully. "Take it off girl ", he ordered with authority he took of his shirt and closed the windows and turned out the lights, It's going to be long night She unplaced her corset her boobs bounced freely as the corset dropped on the floor she pulled her skirt off, and she wasn't wearing a thong. She slipped off her heels she kissed him." Are you glad you bumped into me tonight?" "Ya I am, lets hope this is the first of many nights "he slipped off his pants and underwear, his 8 inches stood out powerfully, he grabbed her small body and positioned her above his erect cockle looked at her and said" have u forgotten how u used to ride it baby, or does daddy need to teach u again ?" "Ya there will be more nights I hope." She felt his hard cock against her tiny body. She loved how his cock felt against she loved the feeling of him deep in her, she had many fond memories of their passionate nights."Yeah, I've forgotten I need daddy to teach me how to fuck his big cock." "Bad girl" he hissed as he slapped her tits with his rough hands. He grabbed her waist and started pulling her down, he couldn't care less about her moans and screams of pain, as he knew they would soon be of pleasure, God after all these years she is still tight, he thought about their nights at high school, "I am a bad girl." She giggled looking at him. She moaned she was pretty much as tight as a virgin. Furthermore, she pushed down on his cock she bounced slowly as she started to feel pleasure." Babes do you remember our high school years do you think I've got any looser?" looser ?!?! For fuck's sake, u have gone even tighter I think, unless I am dreaming, he said hoarsely, finally after 10 min his cock was in balls deep, he grabbed her tits with both hands," ride my dick girl, ride it" he said aggressively, increasing the pressure of his grip on her tits "Oh god that is crazy is it a good or a bad thing." She said laughing as she felt him all the way in her. She gasped. Furthermore, she closed her eyes as she started to bounce."Oh, god yes baby." She moaned as he grabbed at her boobs she bounced up and down as she started to feel comfortable with him in her, she bounced up and down moaning he filled her so well she bites her lip opening her eyes as she bounced harder she looked in his eyes moaning. Louis slapped her ass hard, "common dirty girl, I know u can do better than that, u never used to be this boring" he slapped her ass harder, encouraging her to ride him harder, She moaned loudly as he slapped her ass. She started to bounce like she was a possessed woman. She moaned his balls slapping her ass. Furthermore, she slammed hard down on his cock moaning. Furthermore, she didn't need much encouragement to just go wild she hadn't had sex in a while, and he always brought out her crazy slut side."Oh, god yeah fuck yes." She screamed, Louis was groaning in pleasure, no women have ever given him as much pleasure as her, her pulled her down and started sucking on her tits, with great urgency, while slapping her ass," on your hands and knees babe, NOW ! " He ordered. She grinned at him as she stroked his chest. She moaned as he sucked on her hard nipples. Furthermore, she looked into his eyes."You're so bossy." She said as she got down on her hand and knees she smiled at him as she shook her ass as he spanked her tight ass. "Look at that gorgeous ass" he said lustily, as he ran his hands across her naked butt, he positioned his cock just outside her holes, " u want this cock in u don't u baby, if u want daddy's cock u better guide it to the hole u want !"he said, as he spat on his cock a few times, lubricating it, so that it will go in much easier. This time She giggled as she shook her ass teasingly. "You like my tight little ass don't you". She gripped at his cock and slowly guided it in her, she moaned as she lowered on his cock. "Oh god yes" she moaned. She pushed herself all the way down his cock and started to bounce slowly. She moaned as she kissed and nibbled on his neck. Louis gifted his grip around her, as he started pi stoning her, fucking her with full, rapid steady thrusts. The limo seats squeaked and tweaked in unison as they moved together "Oh shit Louis I didn't tell you I'm not on the pill." She whispered as she bounced up and down slowly most guys hated her not being on the pill she hoped Louis wouldn't be one of those guys. She kissed him lightly on the lips as she started to build a steady rhythm, and she was enjoying his cock deep in her. Louis groaned, put his hand around her chest and brought her up, so now even though they were in the same position (on their knees), she was up right, he pulled her in close and around her locking her in position, she could feel his chin on top of her head," MMM well girl, I hope u will love my kids, cos you are getting one tonight" he whispered, licking her ear. He pulled his cock out till only his cock head was in her then slammed it in her balls deep with all his might, he put his right hand around her neck, and left hand squeezed her right tit, he was hell-bent on impregnating her tonight, the more she resists, the more he will want to do it, he just hoped she was nearing her orgasm, he laughed, he had forgotten how hard she orgasms, She looked at him as she stroked his chest. "Oh I will totally love your kids but you better be ready to have a diva kid any kid that will be mine will be a diva." She moaned as she pushed harder down on his cock hard. She enjoyed been on top of him because she had the power. Furthermore, she bounced harder and faster. Furthermore, she moaned as he pulled his cock out and then slammed it in her balls deep with all his might. Her body shook a little as she bites on his neck. "God yeah you're going to get me pregnant definitely tonight." Louis threw her on her back, and mounted her missionary, her put both of her legs on his shoulder, and grabbed both of her tits, using them as handles, he could feel his passion rising in his balls," common girl beg for my black seed, u ain't getting it until u beg" he hissed, looking in her eyes, She moaned her body shaking harder She closed her eyes as she cummed harder She bites her lip as She moaned." Give me your black seed give me it now." She shouted Louis stiffened, his hot black seed started boiling in his balls, and he started thrusting in her harder," here it comes babe, take my seed u little slut, take it !" he scalloped on top of her, as he released a torrent of potent black seed, flooding her pussy, with some dripping out, stroking her hair, he kissed her lips, caressing her breast and belly, he kept his cock in her, his cock still hard, despite his heavy orgasm She breathed heavily as she felt him flood her with cum. "Oh god yes you have got me pregnant is that what you had planned babes you wanted me so much you thought you should get me pregnant." She snuggled up to him breathing heavily she was surprised that he was still so hard in her, she wondered what life would be like with a child for her would he be there for her or not was the thought running through her mind, but she didn't care at that moment. She kissed him as she stroked her boob> "plan? He laughed, happy accident more like" he laughed"what on your mind girl ?" he asked "I'm so glad about our happy accident." She said laughing as she looked at him, she stroked her side softly as she looked deep in his eyes she didn't really want to tell him what was on her mind, but he asked so she was going to tell him. "Well will you be there for me while I'm pregnant, and after I'm just scared and nervous." Louis did not ans, his black breeding cock his impregnated quite a lot of beautiful white women, married or unmarried, does he really want to settle down, ??" don't worry about the future baby . " He said, trying to put that thought out of his mind, he will worry about it when he hears the good news, his cock was getting hard again, he loved impregnating women, and he knew it, "Okay do you want to come home with me, I have a hot tub and I look great naked in it" She said grinning at him. Even though he said not to worry about the future she was petrified she wondered if she was just like every other girl to him, she normally didn't fuck without a condom, and now she was shocked she fucked him unprotected. She liked him, but she didn't know if he liked her more than just a fuck she shook the thought away and just looked at him. "Ya sure babe dress up and don't bother with the mess" he didn't bother dressing up himself, just got into the driving seat"I have been hearing rumors that you are dating some dude" he asked her (as she was dressing up), she had told him that she was not, but the thought of fucking and impregnating another men girlfriend is a total turn on for him, always She wiped herself and pulled her clothes back on she watched him climb in the front. "Um I'm not dating anyone I have a stalker who thinks I'm his girlfriend when I'm not." She sat back in the chair fully dressed. She was playing with her hair she looked at him as she ran her hand over her thigh." So babes how's your work going when I last talked to you, you were a little down." ya, I was off the form want i ? But now that I got MVP and highest points scorer at NBA, I am getting the coaching role as well, how I am going to manage that, well...haha, he gave a worried laugh." So u have a stalker, I mean apart from journalists ? He asked curious, surprisingly he was getting very possessive over her, not normal behavior for him "Well I'm proud that your doing well and maybe your next game I can come be your cheerleader." She stroked his shoulders softly. "I'm sure you will manage great I'm always here for you if you need me." She stroked her hair out of her face and she looked at him, she smiled. "Well yeah I have a stalker it's a guy who came to my calendar signing when I first started out, and now he stalks me, but I have a bodyguard, so I'm okay so need to worry about me." I will worry about my women as much as I want, said Louis, eyebrow raised, "Oh I'm your woman when did this happen when did I become yours?" She asked smiling inside she was so happy he called her his woman. Louis stopped the car on the side of the road, and looked at her seriously"i won't beat around the bush babe, I am a very powerful man with money and connection, but ." he stopped, " like every power man, I have my needs, needs that can be fulfilled by only certain caliber of women, u know what those needs are a man has ? He asked." A need to pass on his genes" he answered for her, placing his hand gently on her have a proposition for u babes. He said seriously She looked at him his serious look on his face made her feel a bit strange she looked at him as she fidgeted with her hair. She listened every word he said, but she didn't know how to feel about it. "So am I only needed to reproduce?" She asked it was obvious she was upset thinking she was only needed to bare his child. She felt his hand on hers, and she took hers away from his. "What is this proposition ?" She asked. "don't think of it like that babe, don't be upset, I can have kids with any women I want, unquestionably, but, I need a woman who are both quality and without the drama, u know, court, divorce etc "" I want u to have my children, I will look after u and the babies that we make" he said with a straight face, know the full seriousness of the conversation" but I want u as my women, ready to have sex with me when I want, how I want wherever I want, heck if u want to be discrete we will go outside the country, but ya u know I cannot have a committed relationship, isn't that why we broke up before" he finished looking at her face" if u want us to continue our relationship babes this is how it must go, " he said flatly. "I want your children babes, but I want you too, and you won't give me you properly. I'm your woman I have been for ages I haven't been with anyone since you. Yes we broke because you couldn't commit what I can't get is you will have my babies, but you won't commit why is that? " She looked at him, she was feeling good. "I want this and you know it." "Look kanji u know I hate the idea of marriage, or commitment" he said, he won't back down, " besides u need a man to look after u, to take care of your needs, both physical and emotional" he said firmly gripping her hand, "I'm not asking you to marry me god I don't want to marry you I'm too young to marry yeah I need a man who can look after me, but I want you and I don't want another man raising your kid." She looked at him, she really cared for him so much she squeezed his hand. Louis kissed her, she seemed sincere, maybe he will give their relationship another go, he said nothing, how can he even think about not vomiting to a woman who always makes his cock hard? He doesn't know, but he started driving his cock fully erect again in front of Kanji She had fond memories of his cock. She had ridden him while he drove with the roof down. " I don't want to go back I want to be with you and only you. I will spread my legs when you want I will do all I can to please you as your woman." She bent down and licked his shaft she stroked his balls as she licked his shaft harder. She looked at him as she sucked his cock head she massaged his balls. Oh my god, what a girl, thought Louis, he nearly crashed in sensation as her hands and tongue touched his cock and balls, but he resisted, " baby we nearly there" he said, as he stroked her hair. She sucked harder on his cock she bobbed up and down as she stroked his balls. She took more of his cock in her mouth. Furthermore, she looked up as she saw they were nearly at her house. Furthermore, she was happy to be with him, she really was happy as she bobbed up and down as he sucked on his full cock. Furthermore, she liked it when he stroked her hair it showed his softer side. Louis unable to control himself shot a mouthful of cum in her, surprised how quickly she made him cum, even though he shot a massive load in her less than an hour ago, grabbing his clothes but not bothering to put them on, he asked" so what is it that u wanted to show me ?" She looked at him as she swallowed his cum she stroked his leg as she got up she liked his cum in her mouth, but she preferred it in her tight pussy. She looked at him as she got out of the car and headed inside. "Come see my house see what you think babes." She opened her door and walked shaking her ass as she hummed to herself. Louis even more turned on watching her ass shake came running after her and picked her up," can't be more beautiful than u," he said planting a kiss on her cheeks," I really need to shower, " he said "Aww your sweet baby your not to bad looking yourself." She stroked his chest as she kissed him. "Would you like some company in the shower or are you okay on your own?" She asked. Louis never had any company in the shower before, but it will be nice, " if u give me a bath, then u can" She leads in up the stairs up to her grand bathroom. She turned on the tap as she pushed him against the wall she hooked her legs round his waist as she kissed him passionately. The bath was filling, and she pulled her top off. Louis hands slowly snaked around her pawing her ass, his young exploring her mouth, he's eager as to what she has in store for him, She looked over his shoulder and saw the bath was filling. She playfully slapped his ass "get LN the bath now big boy." She stroked her side as she pushed her hair back once he was in the bath she slides onto his lap. Furthermore, she kissed him as she pushed her ass hard against his cock. His cock got hard for the third time in the night. He has never had a woman like this before, who is solely determined to drain every bit of cum in his balls. He looked at her in wonder. As he ran his hand over her hair and back. She was proud that she had him hard for the third time this night. All she wanted was him, but she didn't know if she was all he wanted. "Babes so what are we are I just the future mommy of your kids but nothing else." She smiled at him as she grinned her ass against his cock as she started to kiss him passionately. " Oh you are defiantly the future mommy of my kids..." he said with a grin, He was too busy in his mind to thinking about her tight ass on his cock, then anything else, "Well that didn't answer my question Hun I wanted to know if there was anything more." She spread her asshole and slowly pushed his cock head into her tight ass. She slowly slides down on his cock. Furthermore, she bites her lip hard as she pushed harder down he was starting to fill her asshole up. " Later" he said, he entered two fingers in her pussy and slowly started finger fucking her. Now both of her holes were filled. His cock buried in her ass, 2 fingers buried in her pussy. "No now before I let you cum in me, I need to know." She said as she slides up and down on his cock her tight asshole clutching to his cock she was moaning softly as he filled her ass with his cock and he filled her pussy with 2 fingers. " Oh baby, we both know you want my cum in your pussy" he said grinning. Finger fucking her She looked at him as she slapped his face "now tell me, or I will leave you here to jerk off I don't need your cum I can live without it." She sighed as she bounced aggressively on his cock she was annoyed with him. That just pissed him off even more. He wanted to make sure she is begging for his cum by the end of the night.without saying anything Louis got up, his cock still buried in her asshole carrying her like a fragile baby. Turned the tap off and carried her to the master bedroom. He was going to make her pregnant. And she is going to beg him to do it. Regardless of what their future together holds for them .he threw her roughly on the bed. When she tried to get away, he brought her in close, and rammed her pussy from behind pygostyle." bad move bitch" he hissed, pulling on her hair. She could tell she had pissed him off a lot as he picked her up with him still in her ass she bites her lip he was filling her asshole completely. She was annoyed with him, she wanted to know if she'd be a single mom or one with a partner like him. Furthermore, she screamed as she was roughly thrown on the bed. Furthermore, she screamed as she felt him in her pussy. "Well it was a bad move letting you in my house cause you're a prick you won't be straight with me, I don't want a man, but I need to know because I will be fine raising a kid alone I'm sure you have a few kids already." She hissed back. "Ya I do baby, I know how I like impregnating girls? You just happen to be my most favorite concubine, " hissed Louis, " I love you babe, I really do, but what i won't tolerate is if my girl behaves like this with me" he started pumping in her now. He will breed her and keep breeding her. He doesn't give a damn if she likes it or not "I don't want you anywhere near the baby we make I don't like who you are when your like this." She moaned pushing hard on his cock she was angry, and she was starting to bounce up and down angrily. She couldn't give a damn about what he thought and all she wanted was honesty. "that's ok, as long as my cock can taste that sweet pussy of yours, and leave you little present in your belly, that's all I need and want and will take" hissed Louis, reaching down and kissing her cheeks. Before pushing her head down, her ass completely up in the air. He now started pi stoning her in earnest, taking all his anger and frustration out on her, by fucking her hard and rough. Slapping her ass hard a few times and pulling her hair." what you on about ? I have always been like this don't you remember the girls I got pregnant at high school? " He laughed. Slapping her gorgeous white ass, again and again "Fuck you I'm going to take you to court and take you for every penny you've got. I don't like you you're a jerk you just used me you buttered me up with your sweetness so you could get me pregnant." She shouted at him as she bounced faster and harder as she pulled away from him kissing her cheeks. She was furious with him now all she wanted from him was a baby. Furthermore, she pulled her hair back she sighed shaking her head. Furthermore, she was bouncing up and down vicariously and furiously. "Well I don't care just cum in me and make me pregnant and then leave. Louis laughed, her defiance nonetheless cost her a soft slap on the face. " You say one thing, yet your body wants another "" haha, bitch I will make you pregnant, and no i won't be leaving, I am going to make sure you are barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your lives. " He laughed."take me to court ? Sweetie, I own the court, if I tell the governor or heck even the president to do something, so really you are welcome to waste money on lawyers !"he continued to pump harder in her pussy."you are going to make a great mother, I want you to move in with me. I like to keep my favorite concubine close to me, She was shocked when he slapped. "You ever slap me again soft or not I won't let you near me ever again." She was speaking the truth when she said it. She did want him, and she did like him, but she was angry. "I don't think I want to be pregnant all the time and I don't do bare foot I don't spend thousands on my shoes not to wear them and even when I have your baby I'm still working." She was starting to calm down, and it was noticeable as she bounced softer, and she was bouncing passionately. "I'm not taking you to court I'm sorry I overreacted I was annoyed and hurt." She moaned loudly as she pushed hard down on his cock she bites her lip hard. "You will make a good dad if you're there and I don't know if I could live with you unless I knew you won't fucking around." "Sorry babe, for the slap," Louis planted a kiss on her cheeks glad to see her a lot less angry and smiled. He added" you spend thousands on shoes, yet you only ever wear one !"he paused thrusting deeper into her hole, trying to split her in two."see baby I can't promise I will be faithful to you, but I do promise to look after you and the kids that all I can offer, nothing more, nothing less oh and yes you will be pregnant as many times as I want you to be" he said forcefully" now be a good girl and ride my cock, i want to see those beautiful titties bounce" he rolled and laid on his back waiting for her to mount him "It's okay I got you angry I deserved it I was being a bitch." She looked at him, she laughed hearing him say" you spend thousands on shoes, yet you only ever wear one !" She shook her head "no I don't I wear more than one pair I have loads of shoes I can afford it so why not." She moaned she liked the feeling she bites her lip. "Well if your not going to be faithful then I want to still work I can still be a good mom while I work." He was being honest to her for once, and she liked it even though it wasn't the greatest news to hear but least he was being honest. " Mmm baby, as long as you are exclusively mine" said Louis. He grabbed her and forced her on top of him" be a good girl and ride my cock. You will be getting my cum soon, common girl, beg me to knock you up ! " He ordered slapping her ass hard, causing her to thrust forward "I'm yours, but I'm carrying on my work and I don't want any of your fancy pieces on the side round our kid." She slides down on his cock she bounced up and down slowly on his cock she needed some softness. "Your so bossy mister." She said laughing as she stroked his chest she started to bounce hard on his cock his balls slapping against her ass. "Oh baby please knock me up you know you want to get me pregnant." " Fancy pieces on the side of our kid" he repeated" whatever do you mean baby" he asked innocently he was enjoying now, but he wished she would ride him even harder, its one of the reasons he likes to get her angry. When she is angry, she fucks aggressively, which just makes him even more horny. He could feel the twitch in his balls, he was going to cum soon, "Don't play innocent mister I'm saying if you have to have other girls keeping away from our kids that's all I ask." She started to bounce harder she was a little angry again that he played mister innocent, but she didn't want to shout at him, she would take it out on him sexually. She pushed herself hard down on his cock she thrust hard forward on his cock she bounced up and down harder and faster. Her pussy was tingling she knew it wouldn't be to long till she came on his cock. That was it Louis lost all control, because of her skilled fucking" aahhhhhhh" he roared, he could feel her juices mixing with his, this is probably the best fuck of his life. Nonetheless he pulled her in for a kiss. He was exhausted. She has taken out every bit of energy- and cum. He had in store for her." oh, you know you are every man's wet dream right ?" he whispered softly, thankful for the fucking he got from her. Clearly his best night in a long time She was starting to cum as he came she shook as she kissed and bite his neck. "Oh god baby I love your big cock in me. That feels so amazing." She closed her eyes and bite her lip. She was so happy as she came she was proud that she had made him cum for the third time that day. Furthermore, she kissed him passionately as she lay on top of him she was breathing heavily as her body shook. And with that Louis went to sleep, and a very satisfied sleep it is. He has knocked up another beauty, and she has more than agreed to be his concubine. A satisfied smile creeped across his face in anticipation of the future. She lay next to him, she closed her eyes and snuggled up to him. As she fell asleep she couldn't wait to become a mommy she so wanted a baby, but she knew being with Louis would be very hard. She did really like him, but she knew she would fine it a bit hard sharing him, but she hoped he would keep his other fucks private. She cuddled her pillow as she fell asleep. After this event Louis continued to take many other women, married or unmarried. But at the end of the day he would always go back to his queen. Watching with pride as day by day her belly started to swallow with his child (Well we could carry on and do it a few months on if you want) (I am cool with that) (Okay will you set it out babes) Kanji gave birth to 2 twin girls. She hasn't retired as a model but has taken time off to lose her baby weight. Louis as usual is scoring both in and out of the basketball court. Kanji was out by the pool with the twins Louise and Beth. She had them both cuddled up on her lap she was in her bikini with a pair of denim shorts. She had her massive sunglasses on she was loving being a mummy. Furthermore, she didn't know where Louis was at. Furthermore, she hadn't seen him since breakfast at 6 am it was now 2 pm. Louis at this very moment was at the back of his car, parked just outside the mansion. Banging the shit out off, the cheerleader of his team. Kanji saw her and Louis more as just people who lived together who fucked sometimes, and they also had kids. She wasn't seen anyone but him, but she was flirting a lot with the gardener they lived in a big house that had a nice big garden. She was hugging the girls as she bounced them up and down on her knee. Furthermore, she wasn't bothered he wasn't home it didn't really upset her she didn't see him all day, and it didn't bother her at all he wasn't just hers. Furthermore, she didn't mind sharing him. Kareem worked at the garden of Mr Louis for 1 year now, he has enjoyed a lot of eye flirting with her, but most importantly he is just impressed to be around Mr Louis. Who is one of the few white men that has dominated in a black dominated sport of basket ball." Louis meanwhile was about to ejaculate, but this time he shot blanks, this problem has been haunting him for over a year now, since that night with kanji. He just hoped Kanji is OT disappointed with the sex. As disappointed the the blonde bombshell in front of him She wasn't really thinking of Kareem she was thinking of Louis though the sex was getting worse she still enjoyed it very much because she wanted to be close to him. She wasn't all about the sex, but sometimes she was very disappointed, but she didn't show it. She sometimes thought for a man who said he'd have her pregnant all the time he wasn't doing well at they only had twins. Kanji called Kareem over. "Hey Kareem just hold the girls while I work out." She said as she got up she tossed her hair back she was going to go for a swim then go on her treadmill. She was looking good for a woman who had twins. "Sure miss candy" Kareem grinned. He won't be watching the children much. His attention. Both of his eyes and cock was on Kanji. God at 25 she looked attest 17 years old. He waited in anticipation(Louis meanwhile was pissed as hell, his he can't even get an erection now, the Blondie he was screwing left him disappointed. He knew he needed a woman in his life, maybe he will propose marriage to her, she will agree off course always has despite him treating her like shit) She smiled at him. "Thanks babes" she pulled her shorts off and put her sunglasses on the side. She dived into the pool her boobs bouncing as she did she swam a few laps then laid on her back floating. She wondered if her life would always be like this she knew if he proposed she'd say yes even though he treated her like shit. Furthermore, she was trying to just get on with her life and be a good mom. Furthermore, she laid out pushing her chest out. Kareem just sat there slowly stroking his black bulge. (he went inside and left the children with the maids and completely out of sight) Oh god how he would love to fuck her. Her husband is lucky to have a woman like this. He thought.( Louis meanwhile just walked through the gate and say kanji swimming, hmm maybe my player days are over. He thought. But then he saw the black man slowly massaging his cock looking at kanji. Instead of confronting Kareem, he simply went up to them and spoke softer than usual" umm kanji baby ? We need to talk" doing his best to hide his boner. Embarrassed he got an erection thinking about the black man screwing his wife. He walked off inside.Kareem pretended that he did not see anything, but he was surprised that he considered this man an idol as a kid She waved at the twins as they went in the house. She was laid with her eyes shut so didn't realize he was stroking his bulge. She was just relaxing in the sun. Furthermore, she heard the gate open so she opened her eyes and got on her feet she smiled at Louis she was happy to see him. Furthermore, she found it strange the tone he talked in everything he was doing was start to confuse her. Furthermore, she got out of the pool "what's up hung?" She asked as she got out of the pool she grabbed a towel and dried herself off. Furthermore, she noticed he had a hard on, and she wondered why. Furthermore, she headed in side with Louis "what is wrong?" She asked. "Nothing wrong baby" he couldn't wait so he blustered out" will you marry me / "he is secretly glad that despite him not being able to get an erection for months all of a sudden he has a boner. He just hoped she won't find out that It's because he was fantasizing her getting fucked by the black Gardner. She smiled at him "why now why me you said you didn't want marriage, and I was okay with it, but you now want marriage you wouldn't be able to sleep with other girls. Hun do you know your rock hard why is that tell me." She looked at him, she had changed a lot she didn't put up with most of his shit any more she had the power nowadays. "Ummm baby MMM..." he stuttered then he yelled" shut up and say yes you fucking bitch !" "Don't you dare yell at me the girls are in the house, and I'm not a bitch and I don't have to say yes but yes I will marry you." She kissed his cheek and just sighed as she leaned against. "Well I'm going to go work I will see you at bedtime, probably." Their relationship had changed so much in the months been together she didn't enjoy his company that much he just shouted and her and was mean. Bedtime time was as usual for Louis. His couldn't get his 4 inches up. The chick magnet as it was called, Kanji just sat there frustrated. "Louis go sleep in the spare room I don't want you tonight. This is why you wanted to marry me cause no one will put up with this but me but hey I might start cheating now like with the gardener I bet he can get a hard on." She shouted at him so you're going to star cheating on me for that Gardner?I have my needs bitch, manly needs said Louis. Flaring up "Maybe I am because I have needs, and you can't even get hard so I don't see that you have needs just because you can't have sex doesn't mean I don't want it. We haven't had sex in months and I have to just take it because I'm the mom of your children." She put her head in her hands and sighed. "But baby don't you love me" .he implored, his cock hard at the thought of his blonde wife fucking the Gardner. "I love you, but I have needs that you need sort out or someone else will do it for me." She stroked his cheek "I'm sorry baby I'm just really stressed, and I normally get my stress out in sex, and we haven't had sex in ages." She got tears in her eyes "I miss you and your touch." "So do i .""hey baby look I have a pardon, want to try now ?" he said eagerly She smiled at him as she stroked her side. "Well what's got you hard." She said as She stroked his chest softly she looked in his eyes as she stroked lower down his chest down his leg She stroked his crotch. She had on a lace pink nightie and thong. "Umm .umm. " He stuttered, not sure if he is willing to tell the truth. "Oh babes please tell me." She got out of the bed, and she sat on his chest she kissed him. "Please baby tell me." " Its... they thought of you getting ravished by that black Gardner, and both of you humiliating me ." he finished weakly, his cock just exploded, his first proper orgasm in months "Oh your kinky hung why was your hard earlier on." She noticed he orgasm. She smiled it had been ages since she saw him came. "So what would make you happy I want you to be really happy and that's means sexual as well as everything else." mmm. I want u to fuck the Gardner boy. oh, gross but ya I have said it ! I want you both to humiliate me, tease me put me in a chastity, I want him to ravish your pretty body. Babe I think I have been having this problem ever since I saw his dick when he was taking a shower, it's huge ! He impaired. Swallowing his pride "Well if you really want it I will do it, and you have dick envy his really bigger than you babes?" She asked as she stroked his cock through his trousers. She didn't feel weird about what he was saying, but she thought Kareem would. "I used to think m 4 inches was big, it was at least 3 or 4 inches more than mine" he said ashamed to be aroused at such things. "Oh Hun it's okay I have his number if you want I could get him over, and we could talk to him about it." She stroked her hair out of her face as she looked at him. "Uhh. Now. ? " What about our wedding ?? . I thought we could talk about that !" he finished lamely. "No we don't have to now there is no rush what you want to talk about the wedding we are getting married that's all you need to know" she said laughing" baby i don't want you to leave me ! " He implored pathetically. As he said" baby i don't want you to leave me ! " She thought my the roles have changed. She looked at him, she decided to be nice to him. "I'm not going anywhere I love you and our children too much to leave." Louis gave a sigh of relief, then he asked" but. If you are marrying me, but you seemed to have a crush on him. How is it gone work" reading his girlfriend well She looked at him, she couldn't believe she was having to convince him she wanted to be with him. "Yes I fancy him, but I love you and want to marry you I only want to marry you." She kissed him passionately "oh ok. But you say you need him to satisfy you ! " Louis said clearly not understanding what kanji is getting to "I said that when I was angry I don't mean it I need you that's what I need." She smiled at him "oh . Ok so all that need for big cock was bullshit" he smiled and hugged her. "Yeah I was angry with you, I'm sorry I said it." She kissed him "Are you still in the mood to have some fun or do you just want to cuddle." cuddle baby, he said, surprised that she is willing to look over him weak sexual power.(OCC: if you are interested in the thread that I mention, I posted an OCC thread. Check it out) She smiled at him, she did want him, but she loved him, so a cuddle was okay for her. She laid pushing her ass against his cock she put his arms round her waist as she snuggled into him. She was very in love with him so she didn't care. Furthermore, she looked over at her bedside table seeing a picture of her twin girls. Furthermore, she smiled at the pictures as she pushed her hair out of her face. Louis was for a while worried back there that he had lost his wife to be to the black man. But he felt happy that she is not going anywhere, and ashamed that he has such a fantasy. His cock is still raging hard She did fancy Kareem, but she wasn't running off with him, she just wanted him she felt his cock against her ass she was happy that he was still. She stroked her thigh softly as she closed her eyes she was embracing the moment. Next morning Louis was going away with his team on a European tour. He kissed his wife to be goodbye. Telling her not to have an affair with their Gardner. But was secretly fantasizing about it. He left the kids were taken to Louis's mother house. It was Just Kanji, the maid and butler.Oh, and a certain Gardner in the house She wasn't going to fuck Kareem all she was going to do is work out. She was in a yellow boob tube and black shorts. She was running on her treadmill she smiled at Kareem who was cutting the grass. " You looking fine today miss kanji" as he went past here pulled up a chair on the side of her treadmill, eager to converse. (he is on his break) "Well hey thanks and just call me Kanji you enjoying your day of work you are a great view." She said with a wink though she had said she wouldn't cheat there was no harm in a flirt with him. She was lonely and wanted to flirt. Furthermore, she was now the one who get away with it and it felt good. Kareem loved how her boobs jiggled in front of him while she ran. His cock, as hard and erect as it gets, was stuck in his pants causing his a great deal of pain. But none theless he did not bother to cover his boner up. He just continued looking at her appreciatively. Despite her being his employer." thanks kanji. Tell me would you be able to get me your husbands autograph? Just last year he was doing great for his team. But all of a sudden, i don't know. You know what the fuck has happened to him ?" She smiled at him as she enjoyed his eyes on her. It made her feel perfect about herself it made her feel like she still had. She laughed under her breath seeing he was hard he was a young lad, and she was getting older, and she was a mommy. She knew she shouldn't like getting him hard, but she did so much."Yeah, I could and well I don't know he's just stressed he's got me and the twins to provide for with me not working as much as I use he's the bread winner. I honestly don't know what's happened to him when I met him he was so different he was a real mans man he was always in control, but now I wear the trousers now."

the glamour model and the basket ball player|rating:1.0

K9 Companions (Krasnaya x Crixus)

(respect among the Americans was never an entirely easy task for Iryna, especially considering how stigmatized the Slavic people were, but life was better here than in Ukraine. She was feisty and a little too stubborn, but in the police force, it was something to be expected, almost required. She was mostly surrounded by men in the environment, and she needed her skin as thick as iron, and she didn't want to budge. Furthermore, she didn't even take the disrespect coming from the misogynist boss, and she had stepped on his toes couple of times, nearly walking over the thin line where it could get her fired. However, the chief wasn't going to make himself look bad and fire one of the foreign, female workers at the force, knowing it wouldn't look good on him, and with how loudmouthed and firm Iryna's personality was, he knew he wouldn't get away with it without any issues. He had other ways to punish her. So far, the dirty work he was dumping on her hands wasn't cutting it for him - she is very capable and hard-headed nature of her Slavic descent only made her that much of a survivor. She was impressive, he had to admit that, she was slowly becoming an invaluable asset, but she had stained his ego more than enough times for him to ignore it. So he waited for the perfect opportunity just to make sure he gets back at her for her behavior." I cannot have two fucking mutts in my house! Daniel is a clean freak." Iryna complained, her Slavic accent heavy as she sat at the table in the mess hall with her other female colleague that heard from other cops that Iryna's going to have her hands full of two K9s. It was a matter of time when will Iryna get the honor of having her own K9 to accompany her for the following case that has been now a full focus of the force. A case that Iryna hadn't been filled in just yet, while Chloe has been in on the hunt after these dangerous non-human criminals for the past month along with her own K9." Listen, I'm sure that Chief Dickward will explain to you why it's important to have more than one dog on your side, but I promise you your life will be easier. Honestly, if they gave me another, I'd be more at ease." Chloe assured Iryna, as the blonde cop had her own German Shepherd who had her back since the start. "They're expertly trained and understanding, I think you'll be surprised."" I will not have to work around them?" Iryna asked as she took a swig of her coffee." You'll just need to do some necessary bonding and teach them respect, probably would have to teach a few other tricks if necessary, but all dogs are necessary to be first trained by experts before being assigned to their new owners. Though I'm not sure why you're immediately assigned two dogs. I don't think that's right, considering you never had a K9 before." Chloe admitted with a shrug, it was strange that Logan, their chief, was so insistent on dumping such responsibilities on Iryna, however she wasn't exactly all too surprised considering how the redheaded Ukrainian woman was openly getting on man's nerves. "Maybe you shouldn't fuck with him so much, you know." the woman added with a small smirk, as she found it amusing how Iryna wouldn't let Logan mess around with her as he typically would with most other cops, especially females." He can eat shit and die. If he thinks that I'll take shit from a short American, he can shove it up his hairy ass. I did not come from a war zone to be belittled by a dumbass." the redhead responded with a frowned which almost Chloe spit out her drink as she laughed at Iryna's response, the thick accent only making it funnier. Chloe respected Iryna, although she knew that she will keep ending up in trouble for her attitude, as she is, after all, in a country that was not her home. But she still seemed to make it despite the harsh circumstances and that was to be commended. After she was done with her daily routine and training, before she was supposed to head home, she had to see the two K9s that were assigned to her. She headed over to the other wing of the station where she met up with the K9 trainer and expert who led her through the room lined with many cages and the dogs that rested inside. Many of them seemed to be peaceful, some were happy with their tongues out, shiny eyes staring and tails wagging, some seemed a little bit guarded and looking quietly. Very few of them seemed aggressive though, barking loudly at anything that would walk past, which made Iryna jump a little in surprise from the loud barks. "Ah, this part of the wing is for the ones we're still training. Don't worry too much about it." the trainer told her as he waved his hand dismissively when he saw her jump a little. Iryna looked around to see mainly German Shepherds, as they're the best breeds to train for this line of work. There were also a couple of Bloodhounds, Dobermans, Boxers and Pitbull's. Not many, but they all seemed to be fairly at home, with few stressed and guarded exceptions. However, there were a couple of empty spots and cages the further they went through the area, and it was a more quiet area. And as they walked, Iryna felt a little off about it, seeing that this area is emptier, considering how lively the part of the environment they just passed was. And that's when they reached the very last cage, bigger than others and Iryna froze when she saw two large furry bodies of K9s inside the cage, knowing that those two were meant to be hers. The trainer noticed her hesitation, as she stopped before they even reached the cage and looked at her as he stopped as well. "You know, I will not lie to you Spitfire, these two aren't the easiest gems in this unit." he admitted to her, and he saw her green eyes widen at his statement." What the fuck do you mean not the easiest gems? I did not have a dog bigger than Maltese in a decade. How am I supposed to know what to do? Isn't it your job to make them easy?" she asked with frustration, though she flinched suddenly as she noticed that maybe one of the dogs lifted their head to the sound of her voice. Great, now she's being regarded by them already." Hey, I'm not saying they'll bite your head off, relax! At least they shouldn't!" the expert said with an uncomfortable laugh, though he didn't seem all too relaxed here himself. "These two are a little stubborn, even though with your inexperience I wouldn't think about giving you a big dog, let alone two without some guidance first, but orders are orders." he shrugged, though he seemed rather eager to dump this on her. He got the key to the cage and handed it to her as she begrudgingly and hesitantly took it with a frown on her face. "Look, my advice is to first pay them a couple of visits, let them get to know you before you bring them home. These guys are intelligent, so it won't take forever for them to get adjusted to you when they get the gist of you being their new owner. If you can't have them both at home, try to bring one every so often so you can properly bond. I'll send you some videos for you to look at on how to bond and train with them properly. They are stubborn, and they don't like everyone... But I noticed they like women more than men, probably natural instinct makes them protective over females. So you already have a leg up there." he explained to her, though Iryna did not seem all too pleased with everything she's heard as she looked towards the cage." Right." she responded finally after few seconds of contemplative silence and sighed through her nostrils." Now, I'll be back there, I have some shit I need to deal with. If they seem a little guarded, give me a holler. I don't want them to think this is another training session, they'll understand they have to get to know you when they feel the scent of a new hot lady paying them a visit." he winked at her with a small smirk on her face which left Iryna completely unimpressed, unsure if he was trying to flirt with a married woman or trying to say something else, but he was rather quick and eager to leave her there with the two massive dogs. She didn't see what breeds they were just yet from where she was standing, but now that she was by herself after the trainer walked away, Iryna looked over and sighed heavily." Keep calm Iryna, they can smell the fear." she said quietly to herself, keeping her composure before she began to walk slowly towards the cage, regarding the reactions of the two dogs. Life had become boring. There had been expectations beyond simply comfort when Said and Onyx had been brought to the station for the first time. Hungry, angry, near feral, they'd been given promises of a safer, comfortable life if they agreed to work for the police force. That just because they were monsters, werewolves, didn't mean they had to be put down like monsters. They could find purpose, helping the very people who feared them in the night against the true evil in the darkness. The two brothers would simply need to learn to follow orders, learn discipline, and understand that their true identities would be known to very few within the police. To most, they'd simply be a pair of very large dogs. Training monsters wasn't something officially sanctioned by any government, and the potential for a PR fuck up was high. And for five years, everything worked out perfectly. Said and Onyx became the police's secret weapon, taking down the more dangerous and deranged criminals that needed more than a SWAT team to take down. They switched between both their bestial forms as needed, chasing down fleeing criminals as large, intimidating canines, and taking on entire gangs as hulking wolfish monsters. Food and comfort were theirs between missions, their cage growing larger than the others within the basement, served different food, soft bedding that neither brother would have imagined finding out on the streets......but then the trainer that had brought them to the force passed away, and the search for a new K9 Commander began. The brothers were not impressed with the various candidates presented to them. Their former trainer and commander had treated the brothers with a degree of respect, while it seemed that everyone else who ventured down to take command was more in the giving orders without care, unaware of the true assignment they were being tested on. Said suspected that the reigning chief wasn't much of a fan of the program, but the lack of results on the more dangerous cases was putting pressure on him. Onyx simply wanted to break out. They still had their comforts, but they had nothing to do but sit and wait, hope that the next candidate would be different. At least the women they'd met had been pretty...but few wanted to stick around when they eyed the size of the dogs they'd been dealing with... Untilshe arrived." Well, well, well...a redhead." Oryx rumbled in amusement, the telepathic means of werewolf communication while in their canine forms ensuring that the humans observing them would have no idea of their talks." Quivering in fear already. Or perhaps its simply been awhile for her, Hamm?"" Why is it always about sex with you?" Kaid replied, eyes still closed as he let out a dismissive snort from his snout. "Being too eager was what scared the blonde away. A little tact would go a long way for you, if you learned some patience."" Women love aggression." With a yawn and stretch, Said rose up from his curled position, shaking his snow-white coat of fur as he looked towards the cage entrance. The woman who'd drawn his brother's attention was standing there, her red hair and green eyes quite striking in their appearance. For as eager as he was, Onyx waited for his brother to stand, his own midnight black coat of fur allowing the golden eyes shared between the siblings to shine strikingly bright against his dark fur. Said's own golden eyes were just as vibrant as the two large dogs trotted towards the entrance. Kaid sat on his hind legs before the new woman, while Onyx remained standing on all fours. Both sets of golden eyes held their own intelligence within as they looked the redhead up and down, Onyx stepping forward a little closer with his snout sniffing, tail beginning to wag." Oh yes, I like this one." As the new woman approached the cage, so did the brothers, Said back to standing, both snouts pressed to the metal wiring to catch more of her scent, even licking gently at her hand if it was offered to them." Play nice for now. We'll see what she's really like after a few sessions." Kaid reminded, while Onyx looked up at those pretty green eyes." Then we can give her a better reason to quiver." The two dogs have been rather quick to regard her when she approached the cage and only when she walked closer to see these two mutts did she frown and looked at the two contrasting furs of the creatures. "Man, you didn't say you have fucking wolf breeds!" she called out to the trainer she just spoke to earlier, but she got no response. She was very clearly hesitant as the two wolves looked at her with intelligence in their eyes, clearly waiting for her. She sighed and pinched her nose bridge. "Господи, допоможи мені." she prayed quietly in her native tongue and approached the cage, watching them push their curious snouts between the bars. The trainer filled her in on some basics while they walked towards this cage. Respect must be earned, that's the only way understanding can be formed. And every relationship with a canine starts with scent." You two seem alright. As long as you don't bite me..." she commented as she lent her hand towards the eager snouts and introduced them to her fundamental and feminine scent which they'll only remember her by from this point on. Humans had their unique and specific scents, no human smelled the same, both men and women had significantly different scents on them as well. Iryna's scent was many things. It was, first and foremost feminine scent, it was not strong, but it was potent. However, considering that she lent them her dominant hand, another potent smell was very present on her skin. Despite having a wedding band, there was the scent of loneliness and a particular flavor of pheromones that only makes itself known between lady's thighs. She clearly did not have an active sex life, which results in more work for either toys or hand itself to deal with that issue. And the smell of a womanhood doesn't easily wash off from skin, it takes some time to be washed off. And clearly Iryna had a busy morning before she came to work. After the initial introduction, she huffed as she walked over to the gate of the cage and unlocked, though she was careful, keeping an eye out on them so they don't bust out or do anything chaotic on the very first time they're meeting each other. And just as she was doing that, the trainer called out from the background." Hey Spitfire, talk to them! They understand what we say! You being quiet won't accomplish anything!" Iryna looked back for a moment and rolled her eyes at this before looking over at the two "dogs" as she moved back a little so they can walk out." What, do I have to talk to you guys? Am I going to be like those crazy American girls baby talking to their little purse rats, too? You look like you eat chihuahuas for morning snack, not even a whole damn meal." she commented, not really to the dogs themselves, but to herself more as she looked at them. Once they got out of the cage, she really got to see how big they are and that did make her a little uncomfortable at first. "Are you really dogs? You don't seem like half-breeds to me." "They clearly want her to fail. Not even telling her what kind of breed we are?" Kaid remarked as the pair of wolves presented themselves to the redhead. It was always interesting to listen in on human conversation, especially when they had no idea you could understand them. So long as Red didn't start doing baby talk to the brothers, her looks alone seemed to have swayed Onyx already. Said wouldn't deny that Red had her looks, for a human, but his interest in her was both in her scent and in her taste, those golden eyes flickering to the ring and back up to her features. Neither brother needed to comment more on the mutually shared desire between them. Humans had their share of scents and tastes, some the brothers had become rather familiar with as werewolves. The taste upon her fingers, a distinctly feminine flavor, was in sharp contrast to their understanding of the ring upon her finger. It spoke of longing and dissatisfaction, an inactive relationship that likely only added to the stress of her newfound position. The predatory nature of the pair in front of her had both wolves understanding what they'd need to do, what they could do, to help the newfound K9 Commander along with her work. And her home life." I told you I liked the look of her." If Onyx wasn't certainly Said's brother, the other wolf would have sworn he heard a cat's purr in his brother's tone." Married and desperate. Unsatisfied. Pretty. You heard how she spoke to the stupid trainer when she was led over here, she has no interest in her coworkers. The idiots upstairs have no idea what kind of gift they just offered us, brother."" I know. Which is why you can't get too hasty again. We play the prim and proper police dogs until we have the chance to make her ours." There was a confidence in their exchange. It wouldn't be the first time either of them had a human female. Not even the first one within the station. Rumors of the werewolves had been whispered through the station for a while, leading to a pair of officers coming down during a Christmas party to take a look for themselves. They'd stumbled back upstairs by dawn, a secret rendezvous the brothers had been happy to keep to themselves. Quite the memorable night and a perfect Christmas gift for the two of them, now eyeing up their new potential commander with similar intent. So the brothers seated themselves as Red worked her way into the cage, tails wagging as they looked up at her. Neither made an attempt to run as the door was opened and Red stepped inside. Instead, they behaved as they'd seen other dogs do whenever spoken too, heads tilting as she questioned whether they were really dogs and that they didn't appear to be half-breeds. A little woof from Said as if to acknowledge her question, while Onyx stretched out and yawned, before returning to their seated positions. But even seated, they almost reached up to her neckline, the lean muscle and strength clearly apparent beneath their soft fur. While they did appear as the prim and proper pair of police dogs, it was quite evident that they were both so much more than that. Up close, the wolfish nature was even more apparent, paired with the sharp teeth as they panted and licked at their lips. Said was the first of the two to step closer, gently stepping forward and nuzzling against Red's hand, looking up at her with those intelligent, innocent, golden eyes. Onyx would do the same, tongue gliding along her fingers again, before he too looked up at her and gaze her hand a gentle nuzzle. The two large dogs seemed to be quite docile and friendly enough. They were calm and even looked at her as she spoke, tilting their heads to the side as if they were listening. They even went as far as to show a little bit of affection as they nuzzled her hands and licked them, and she saw it then in their eyes. Furthermore, they really looked like intelligent creatures. "Hey, you guys might not be that bad, after all." she smirked for the first time in hours after holding up her facade for the entirety of the day at work. She ran her hands through the fur on the heads of both of the big creatures that were slightly frightening because of their size, but Iryna relaxed a little bit as she could now give them pets and scratched the both behind the ears. In the meantime, the expert trainer walked in with his arms crossed and smirk on his face. "See! Told you think would be alright. They like you already. You'll eventually learn more about them and your necessary training, the shifting process is ALS..." he stopped himself as he was explaining and trailed off somewhere where he shouldn't. Iryna looked up at him with confused expression, not entirely catching up what he meant to say. "Shifting?" she repeated." I, uhm, yeah, shifting is their strategy in the field. You'll see, I'll send you everything, they're real guard dogs, nothing to worry about." he cleared his throat as he stuttered, backpedaling. Iryna was not supposed to know anything, he remembered. Like they'd treat problematic cops, they are thrown to the wolves unprepared, and he could do nothing about it, but to do his job, as much as he felt that it was unethical and honestly, unnecessary. At first, Iryna wouldn't think much of it, as she knew she'd get instructions that she would need in order to properly train the dogs according to the protocol, but the way he behaved made it more suspicious. Iryna looked away, regarding the two canines once more, giving them pets before leaving the cage and locking them back in." Come back a few more times. We'll send you everything you'll need at home to take care of them. You said you'll be able to have one at a time, right?" he asked to confirm, way too delighted to change the subject." One at a time, barely. My husband is a clean freak." she sighed as she walked over to the trainer and the two walked away, as they were planning on how to do everything. And Iryna, of course, had a lot of trouble with her husband. He was not happy with this decision, and it was hard to convince him that this was actually necessary for her position. And it wasn't something that would be changed in a day, as Daniel wasn't home much himself, being a paramedic, he had unpredictable shifts and Iryna was frustrated enough to think to hell with him and decide that she'll bring one of them home. In the span of dive days since she initially met them, Iryna came three more times. She spent some time with them after work, as the trainer suggested, to feed them by hand to form trust, spend some time with them in the cage, while they were being supervised for undisclosed reasons (mainly because Iryna has no clue what these wolves actually are and nobody wanted that confidentiality broken) and also to play with them. Trainer kept an eye on them the entirety of time noting everything. Things were going quite swimmingly, and he had some hope that Iryna might actually get her head out of the situation, as clueless as she was. The wolves were cooperative and Iryna actually seemed to enjoy time with them, eagerly playing with them. And after all of that disclosed, Iryna came the next day with a collar and a leash. The trainer waited for her, the cage already unlocked. "Alright Iryna, we prepared everything. Who are you bringing home out of these two pups that clearly love you?" he teased with a pout, making this decision seem harder than it should be." Ugh, don't do this. I don't know." she pinched her nose bridge and sighed as she looked at the two wolves. "It's up to you two, I guess." she raised the collar and leash, as if she was offering it to one of the two wolves. "Who wants to go first?" Onyx almost burst from the cage to rip out the idiot trainer's throat. The entire subterfuge that the brothers were playing at depended upon Iryna, as they'd come to know her name, not knowing that he and Said could understand her. Not just in the language and context used, but in understanding her current relationship situation and that both wolves were going along with her in hopes of eventually taking advantage of her unfilled arousal and sex life. And while the trainer clearly wasn't seeing the plan the brothers had crafted, or perhaps couldn't even conceive that would be what Onyx and Said were enjoying about this potential partnership, neither of them were interested in giving Iryna a chance to understand until they had her in their clutches. There was also the fact that the pair were having a good time with Iryna. Once she looked to get over her initial fear, all three seemed to enjoy the connection that was being built. Feeding out of her hands, taking time to visit them inside the cage. The trainer should have left them alone by now, but the man was clearly reporting to the higher ups on the progress that was being made. Iryna might have been set up to fail, but with the wolves eager to cooperate with her, it was looking quite well for their chances to come home with her. The only tough decision would be who that lucky wolf would be between the two." She clearly doesn't have a favorite between us, so it'll obviously have to be me." Kaid insisted as the wolves enjoyed their morning meal together, before Iryna would arrive." You ruined our chances with the blonde. Iryna isn't going to respond well to you just trying to mount her. I'll do the recon, see what she likes, how she responds to certain advances."" C'mon, we take in her scent and taste every morning! If we just..."" She's desperate, yes. But that's still many paces from wanting a wolf on top of her." Kaid snapped back, a growl rumbling from his maw, golden eyes flashing at his brother." You're aggressive and reckless. Not every human woman is like those officers we mounted from Christmas. That's why the blonde got scared. You're lucky we even got a chance with another female." The Blonde, as the brothers referred to, had been a lovely little officer that had been temporarily assigned to them. But due to being unable to handle the 'physical challenges' of the wolves, as in Onyx pouncing upon her in excitement, had been reassigned elsewhere." Which is why this first visit will be mine. And give you time to think about your actions during your own visit." Oryx huffed and pawed at the ground in annoyance, but the following silence was his own way of accepting Said's words. It wasn't difficult to pick up the differences between the pair of wolves, with Onyx being the quick to fight and aggressive warrior, while Said was more of a schemer and strategist. Both fearsome fighters in their own ways, both saving the other, and having their own mutual relationship as family. It made them quite the formidable pair when working together, both in battles and now, in seduction. As expected, when Iryna arrived at the cage, she came along with a collar and leash for the first time. It was a rather large, oversized collar, and both wolves eyed each other as Iryna insisted that they make the choice between them. Tough as it was to leave one behind, Said stepped forward with his tail wagging while Onyx laid down, a pouty look upon his features as his brother took the first night. Once more, her hand was licked and nuzzled affectionately, playing up the prim and proper wolf that Iryna had come to expect and enjoy from her canine companions. Those golden eyes shining from behind the soft white coat of fur, excitement in those eyes as Said readied himself to investigate and inspect the home, check in on the neglectful husband...and get a glimpse of the wife in need of some affection herself. Iryna was fairly unaware of the fact that the two wolves were eager to really kill the trainer, but the facade they built before her was two playful and good boys. So when Said approached her first to take him home, he was quite adorable despite his size and fierce appearance. Iryna chuckled and gave him pets, her fingers brushing through the soft fur and scratching at that one spot behind the ears that she learned nearly all canine and lupine animals really liked. And as she gave him some affection, she put the collar around his neck, making sure she doesn't make it too tight and took the leash. But before she'd leave, she walked over to Onyx, his little pouty look. For a large animal, he certainly looked too cute to ignore with that little pitiful look in his eyes that she didn't want to ignore. She crouched down and gave him equal amount of love that Said got (maybe a little more so he is not left out as she did feel indeed guilty). "Don't worry, if you keep being a good boy like this, you're coming with me in few days as well, okay?" and with a kiss she left on his snout, Iryna smiled at him and then turned her attention to Said and took the leash." If you have any troubles, make sure you give me a call!" the trainer added as she was walking away, but Iryna just gave him a thumbs up and walked away. The two would be in her personal car, Mercedes A class, all black. A classy looking car, and it was pretty neat from inside and Said would have a blanket set up on the passenger's seat. The drive at this time of the evening wouldn't take too long, as the working hours for most of the people had long ended. The home (lived in was a classic two-story suburban house. With the hallway (looks at the stairs and on the sides were two doors and open doorway to the living room sharing the dining area (room sharing the dining area). Just next to the dining area is the door that led to the kitchen (with one of the doors accessing the hallway. In the hallway there's access to the first floor small bathroom (Upstairs there's another hallway (and once Said would explore that area, he'd find his comfortable bed set right underneath the window and in front of the bedroom door. In this hallway, there were two doors, one was a locked room, apparently it was husband's office, while the other was a bedroom (which looked to be simple enough and a door that led into the bigger bathroom (the bedroom. For what it was, it was a relatively fancy home and clearly her and Daniel had money. Daniel, however was not there, as this week he was working his third shift and Iryna seemed fairly unbothered by his absence. She let Said explore the house after making sure he wouldn't get any dirt inside the place, so he would get familiarized with the area. Of course, he'd find a lot of scent from both Iryna and Daniel. But at certain places around the home, he could smell the trails of Iryna's depravity and desperation, mainly present in the bedroom and the couch in the room." Alright, don't make any mess." she reminded Said as she walked upstairs and showed him where his spot was, looking right into the bedroom. "Are you hungry, boy? Come here." she led him to the kitchen to give him some raw meat to eat, as this animal clearly wouldn't survive on just regular crackers that dog feed on. "Don't get too comfortable yet, if I don't want Daniel to ski my hide, I'll have to give you a bath tomorrow." she sighed, as it clearly wasn't something she wanted to do herself, but it was clearly a necessity because of her husband. And after Said had something to eat, she scratched him behind the ear some more and let him be. Iryna went upstairs to the bedroom where she undressed, folded her work clothes in the separate part of the dresser. She was in her casual black underwear, clearly she was training, as she was fit with the slightest bit of definition of her muscles. Ample curves, breasts larger than the average woman's, and the buttocks were round and invitingly soft looking. She took a fresh pair of similar black underwear, nothing too fancy as she went to the bathroom without closing the door entirely in case Said does anything so she could hear it and fully undressed naked after starting her bath. After a rough day at work, she typically would start her warm bath and put in a lot of soap. She didn't really feel any concern about anything, hoping that Said is going to be well-behaved as he was each time she visited him and Onyx at work, since she needed to charge her batteries in silence. She moaned as soon as she soaked herself in hot bath, letting herself get soaked and rested her head back against the tub and closed her eyes and just remained there for a bit. Thankful that Daniel was gone so she could have at least an hour for herself each day. "See? No favorites. You'll get your turn." Kaid motioned to Iryna as she approached Onyx and gave him pets too. She had been a kind and caring Commander so far, once the initial tension of the assignment had waned, and she was given a chance to properly stay and play with the two wolves. The depth of their involvement and understanding might be hidden from her so far, but the only real factor hidden from Iryna was that both brothers could take in her sexual frustrations and how alone she was in satisfying herself, despite the wedding ring she displayed around work. Still, Onyx continued to pout with a little woof at her words, though the kiss on the snout did make his tail wag. The jealousy and envy of the first time visit was there, but Said's words were true, that they needed someone with a bit more self-control to them. Aggression could come into play later. For now, all Oryxes could do was rest up and try not to stare too longingly as Said and Iryna walked off. Said presented himself on the very best of behavior, seated upon the blanket in the back of the car, as if acutely aware of how getting hair everywhere would look. Especially white fur in a black interior. But once at her place, Iryna would need a magnifying glass to find even one hair out of place in the back of the car. The home was about what Said had envisioned. Nice and clean and proper, the perfect mask to disguise Iryna's and her husband's secrets, their lapse in intimacy. The scents of the home told the story even more clearly, another layer of desperation to the look of control Iryna presented to the world. The bedroom had been expected, of course, but the couch was a surprise. Truly whatever was going on, either a separation of work lives or just a classic case of growing distant between each other, Said was putting his police dog training and his own intelligence of human social circles to work. The ring aside, Iryna had yet to even mention much about her husband aside from his need for cleanliness. Not much of a description for a human male and certainly not a way other women discussed their males. The reminder of not making a mess drew a woof of acknowledgement from Said as the first helping of food was brought out for him to enjoy. Again the mention of Daniel in the context of being a clean freak, spoken without any affection. Nothing more than a brief acknowledgement of his need for cleanliness. Being the good dog would make things so much easier, all the more reason for Said to be the one to make the first visit. The meat was devoured easily, and free rein was given to allow for a more thorough inspection of the house. His ears easily picked up Iryna entering the bath upstairs. Tempting as that would be to investigate, Said needed to play the part of the good dog. Mapping out the downstairs, again impressed by the clear depravity Iryna enjoyed on the couch within, before moving to the upstairs. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, again a temptation, but Said strolled on by, poking his head within the doors that were open to complete his inner map of the house. No surprises, the closed doors would remain as they were, while Said trotted his way back towards the bathroom, curling up just beside the doorway, standing guard and awaiting his owner to finish up her bath. That night was relatively peaceful. Iryna had also been slightly aware now with the dog present, so she didn't feel yet the sense of privacy as she's sharing now her living space with another living being, even though she had thought that Said had no sense of understanding the human behavior, besides something as basic as feeding and playing. As for sex? It didn't even cross her mind. She didn't even think of something like that. After Iryna had taken care of the few things in the evening and her own dinner, possibly even giving some to Said if he came to give her puppy eyes and calmly ask for a bite, Iryna would head to her room and undress herself before laying in bed, typically in her underwear, while at some times she'd wear her nightgowns, but the redhead seemed to fall asleep rather quickly. Her job is very taxing, and she has to take care of plenty of responsibilities throughout the day even after she's done with work, that sometimes she just doesn't have time to do any particular interests unless she happens to have a free weekend. However, the morning would not be so peaceful for her. Tall and blonde man walked into the house in his paramedic uniform, clearly exhausted and already grumpy. He already had noticed that the house smelled a little different, slightly unpleasant, only to see a massive dog with white fur in the house and the man's expression turned to one of absolute horror as if he saw a ghost." Iryna! What did I say about the fucking mutt inside the house!? I thought I made myself clear!" Daniel called out after kicking his shoes off and rushing up the stairs and ignoring Said altogether, more like avoiding him entirely. Iryna was still in the bed, but the commotion woke her up. She was very groggy and unhappy with all the yelling as she pulled herself off the bed when Daniel stormed into the room, fuming. He was an all-American man and a lucky ticket for Iryna to move to the states. The marriage was more made out of passion (and Iryna's interest) which had fizzled out in time. They got engaged and moved on with their relationship too quickly and now the relatively young couple were tolerating one another at best." I told you I'll need to bring my assigned dog into the home, it was a necessity." Iryna said calmly, although there was clear annoyance as she grabbed her oversized T-shirt to dress up. The passion that the two fizzled out was so gone, that she didn't even bother to be naked around him anymore." And I told you not to bring it here! You're just a cop, you don't need fucking dogs inside your home, call the chief and tell him that this is not something that you can accept." Daniel dropped his bad next to the wardrobe, and he started to undress." Daniel, I need to do as that asshole says otherwise I'm going to lose my fucking job, you understand that, right?" Iryna started to lose her cool as she faced him, anger written all over her face." Well, find another job, I told you that I don't want anything disrupting the peace and cleanliness inside MY house." Iryna stopped for a moment and looked at Daniel in disbelief with how just unsupportive and unsympathetic he was with her situation. Iryna's sudden silence did not escape him as he stopped what he was doing and looked at her, realizing that he had gone too far. And he immediately got apologetic, as he knows that she had gone through hell and back as a war refugee. "Listen, Iryna..."" No, you listen asshole!" she walked over to him and pointed her finger at him after grabbing a pair of sport shorts. "I had to fight with the misogynists at the force in order to keep the one job I could in this stupid city, so I can provide for myself and alsoyourliving space. I am facing constant belittling at work and god knows I'll let you be another man in my life step on me this way. You're never home anyway. I only see you when you're asleep. You're more of a sloth than a husband." Daniel's lips parted, speechless as he blinked, unsure what to say as he was taken aback. "You'll see the dog as much as you see me. And if that's such a problem, let me know in due time, so I can move out so I can keep my fucking income and not rely on you." with that, Iryna walked past him and slammed the door shut behind her as Daniel wanted to call out. She put on the shorts once she got downstairs, and reached for her running shoes. And that is when she noticed Said. With a huff, she took the collar and a leash and crouched down. "Come on, let's get out of here." the day was relatively pleasant outside and Iryna tended to go for a run, but she first needed to get herself some coffee to go. She was free on this day, had time for herself, so she decided to stay out for the rest of the day until Daniel was gone. She went to the park with Said and let him do his business as she sat at the bench and drank her coffee, after which she went for a run along with Said, offering some training for the wolf anyway. Furthermore, she received during the day a text from Daniel, an apology about his behavior, but Iryna was pretty much indifferent about it. Furthermore, she had fully devoted the day for just random activities and training with her new pet until it was finally time to come back home. Both were probably quite exhausted and hungry. Iryna immediately went to the kitchen now that the house was empty of Daniel's presence, and prepared both for herself and Said to eat. However, after the lunch, Iryna looked at Said and put her hands on the hips. "Well, bad news buddy. I have to give you a bath. I don't want that asshole yelling at me again in the morning." The tension in Iryna’s home life had been made obvious to the wolves, but seeing the confrontation play out in front of Said had been an insightful surprise. And it made him thankful that he was the one present and not his brother, knowing full well the aggressive measures that would have been put in place against Daniel for shouting at the brother’s new chosen interest like that. Said was much more on guard, making his supportive presence known at Iryna’s side as the shouting match began, his tall form gently pressed at her side, glaring at the man who’d ever dare to yell at her like that. Kaid had an idea of the kind of wolf Iryna was looking for at her side, obedient and ready to follow her orders, intimidating enough to provide a safe atmosphere without the outward aggression. Though Daniel was doing everything he could to deserve to be taken down by the wolf, Said put his patience to practice as he allowed Iryna to handle defusing the situation. Which was apparently just more yelling until Iryna left the room with the wolf at her side. Said wasn’t even sure she was aware of the wolf beside her, but that was better than giving her a reason to remove him from her home. And the way things were going, that taste of married life, it wouldn’t even be that difficult to become a more supportive presence at her side than her aggravating husband. But until then, it was time for a run, Said sitting while Iryna prepared herself and her companion. Coffee wouldn’t have been the wolf’s choice for a drink on the go, but maybe it was more for the caffeine than it was for the sustenance. Human habits could be strange. The day was perfect for their outdoors exercise, the large white wolf keeping pace alongside Iryna regardless of whether they were walking or running. Iryna could do her best to keep up with Said when they eventually ran, but the wolf made sure to keep a steady enough pace so that the leash wouldn’t tug when she slowed down. With her annoyance towards her husband at a peak, it was the perfect time to appear as the perfect pet. Hopefully without his brother feeling too jealous once he returned to their lavish cage, a fact that had Said grinning to himself. Eventually they made their way home, Said acting the perfect gentleman around families and strangers alike, some initially weary of the wolf before the tail wags and licks put them at ease. Having kids love him was always a perk, how they hugged him, tugged at his ears and fur, showing off his patience and training, while getting all sorts of pictures taken. Hopefully providing enough of a distraction to Iryna to ease her from the tension with her husband and put her in an improved mood for lunch. Lunch and water were happily scarfed down, before Iryna announced the intent to bathe the wolf. Said looked up at her with those puppy dog eyes, head tilting back and forth in understanding, tail wagging, before trotting off towards the bath. Iryna, finally getting the chance to really put her hands on the wolf? Was he supposed to look worried about that? With Daniel out of the house, that lingering tension continued to simmer lightly in the air as Said waited for her to join him, wondering what strategy might come to mind? To simply hose the dog down, or did she plan on rubbing him down with her hands and soap from the start? How ‘hands on’ she intended to get with Said would indicate a lot about herself, depending on where those hands of hers might stray. Of course, Said was a good dog and would prefer to keep things chaste and simple for the moment, but that wouldn’t keep the wolf from observing her, how hands she’d be with the wash and what the start of this ‘at home’ relationship would look like...and how things might evolve as the training continued. And determine when it would be Iryna’s turn to be trained. She had almost felt bad for Said as he was being a good boy the entirety of the day. He was obedient, he listened, he followed, and he was good to strangers and even kids. It was almost impressive, as Iryna had half expected such a breed to be aggressive and problematic. But even when he gave her that sweet, pitiful look when she mentioned bath, he still listened and went to the bathroom with her. He made this easier for her. Props to that guy that trained them, Iryna thought to herself. She guided Said to the tub and wondered for a moment there as she looked around. What if he's messy? Then she'll have to clean the whole bathroom... Sighing, she set down some towels on the floor before taking shampoos that the trainer had sent her for the wolves, and she would need to groom him afterward. It was a lot of work, Iryna was a little frustrated, but she figured it can be a different and perhaps healthier routine to have a being to take care of than to think about Daniel. She took off her socks, still being in her shorts, she got into the tub, but sat at the edge of it as she took the shower head. "Sit, boy. And try not to make a mess." she said, gave him an order for a simple trick and once he would listen, Iryna would start a shower, lukewarm, and begin to soak Said's body and not focusing immediately on his face. She was being slow and careful, watching his reactions as she soaked his white fur, her hand beginning to rub through the hairs on his chest area, down his front legs, making sure all the dirt is being taken off his fur. Some leaves, few pebbles and dirt from the soil was washing down the drain, especially the closer she got to his hind legs. She rubbed through the fur, simultaneously massaging Said's sides and then slowly moving towards the tummy, and she absentmindedly reached to what would be the lupine's crotch. Her hand firmly ran over something that felt like a nub that was firm and almost a handful and only when she stroked through it once more did she realize that it was... Well, his crotch. Iryna thought nothing of it at the moment, bending a little further down beside Said to reach his hind legs in the same motion after she had just accidentally touched the lupine's junk. Iryna certainly took her job seriously. Said had expected a spray down in the backyard with a hose, but Iryna certainly didn't appear to mind getting her hands on the dog in order to clean him up. A nice change from the more impersonal means done by most at the police station, who likely saw the pair of wolves, as Iryna initially had, as something to be feared. Now she didn't mind getting up close and personal with Said, though it remained to be seen whether his brother would receive similar treatment. Onyx would be jealous to hear of this, a thought that brought a wolfish grin to Said's features as he looked up at Iryna. She wouldn't have to worry about him making a mess, content to simply enjoy the sensations of the scrubbing and lukewarm water. A personalized rub down was something that would continue to encourage Said to be on his best behavior, the lovely time with neighbors and kids clearly leading the good impression that Iryna was feeling towards the wolf so far. Even if it was a little unfair that she didn't realize the true intelligence of the werewolves, that dark secret of the police station, she'd so far done her part at endearing herself to Said and Onyx, even without the potential for a more taboo relationship. Until her hand dipped between Said's legs, brushing along his sheath and crotch, inadvertently teasing at his sensitive privates. A clear mistake on her part, but like any male, a reaction was to be expected. Slowly poking out of his furry sheath, Said's sizable erection began to sprout slowly, as Said continued to gaze up at Iryna and wait for her to realize what was poking at her arm...a sizable organ that matched with the size of the wolf, the massive animal leaning forward to offer her a gentle lick across her cheek, as if to downplay the reaction she'd caused. With the scent of lust and sexual desperation surrounding certain rooms, and the broken relationship within the home, Said was interested to see how Iryna would react to the touch of a new cock brushing against her arm. One of impressive length and girth, outside of porn, right there in front of her. Tempting as it was to continue seeking stimulation for himself, Said did his best to look unbothered from his arousal, appearing a happy, patient wolf as Iryna continued to clean at his hind legs. Would the fact that he was an animal in arousal bother her, or would the simple sight of a male erection be enough to get her flush with her own reactions? This was why Said needed to be the first to visit Iryna. Onyx would have never been able to hold back...and even Said was needing to focus his own primal urges under control. With such a rich and thick fur on the wolf, Iryna figured that spraying him with a hose would almost be insulting, and how much would she even manage to scrub through those hairs effectively? No, this was definitely the way to go. She properly could get through the hairs and wash off the pebbles and dirt that stuck to him, however when she had reached for to sheathe of the concealed member, Iryna didn't think much of it, until... She smirked at first as Said had licked her face, continuing to scrub at his hind legs, until she began to feel something warm poke at her arm was when see bent down a little to see clearly that his member poked out of the sheathe, and she froze with her eyes widening. "O-oh... Shit, sorry..." What else could she do except just continuing to scrub and feel a little awkward herself. Even though she continued to appear unbothered, she was definitely flushed on her face. The sight of such a large and girth cock had definitely affected Iryna in a way she didn't really expect. It's not because of Said necessarily, it is because of the absence of really getting across any real cock for quite a while now. With her and Daniel's relationship being as strained as it was, Iryna hadn't seen any man naked for a long while. Her desire for touch and intimacy immediately increased, which made her want to deal with a certain issue that arose... An aching sensation. She brought the bath to an end as she hastily got herself out of the tub and let Said get out as well. She moved back when he would shake the water out of himself so she doesn't get additionally wet from this, as her clothes were a little wet from the washing. When he was done, she got a dry towel and knelt beside him and started drying him with firm rubs all over him, though clearly she was avoiding getting near his member. Iryna obviously didn't even want to look at it. Once Iryna was done, she stood up and sighed, already sweaty and pretty soaked. "Alright, good boy. You can get out." she opened the door of the bathroom for Said to get out so she can quickly take a shower... This time, she wanted to do her regular routine after the shower... She still had some wine... And it would not make any difference if the wolf was there. Iryna had some frustrations to take care of. Poor Iryna. While apologetic and embarrassed, the other reactions of her body were clear to Said. The canine didn't assume that her reactions were purely from him, but from a seduction standpoint, seeing the woman flushed from the sight of his own cock made it apparent the depths of her desperation. No, she wasn't about to jerk him off in the tub, but the lack of intimacy would be just what Said needed to draw her in further. Perhaps further than Said had anticipated on their first visit. It was surprising how well put together Iryna had appeared at work, to the contrast of her home life. But the brothers could work with that and take advantage, give Iryna everything her husband wasn't, and more. Her hasty movements suggested a pent-up need coming into play, and Said was more than happy to play innocent of her womanly urges. Holding back was important at this moment, as much as Said's own bestial desires wished to show Iryna all she'd been missing, but this was a seduction. Said needed to wait, to be patient, and show her that she'd no longer need just her own fingers to bring herself to some simple climax. One that was probably lacking in any true pleasure, from the scents that Said picked up in the house. No, Iryna was likely on edge from needing more, much more. Trotting happily out of the bathroom and pretending like his stiff cock wasn't an issue, Said scoped out the house again, while Iryna showered. Making notes of all the locations where her intimate scents were at their peak, making small adjustments as needed to create a space for him to potentially intrude later. Nothing that Iryna would outwardly notice, but it was clear she had specific places in mind when she masturbated. And now that Said knew where, it would make it so much easier for him to approach her, to gift her with a pleasure she didn't know she'd been missing, wanting. The image of him would remain in her mind, hard and thick, all that desperate porn giving way to Iryna's dirty mind. Acknowledging it and moving on would have been better for her, but that flush embarrassment was just the start of that taboo seed being planted. A taste of corruption, dirty thoughts and fantasies that a woman like her would have no idea what to do with, not until she experienced them. And Said would be there to help, to coax her along and give Iryna that taste of the forbidden. For now, Said would curl up in his bed as he waited for her shower to end...and an evening of fun to begin. She couldn't believe that a night had already passed that she didn't go through her little session that really calmed her nerves, which is why she figured she had reacted so strangely at the sight of the dog's member when she accidentally coaxed it out of it's sheathe when she watched him. Even while she showed now, she took her sweet time, the shower head between her legs as she let the pressure of the water stimulate her as she moaned softly, her other hand between her legs, rubbing fervently the entirety of her pussy as she cleaned herself rather than actually stimulating herself... But the need grew regardless. Iryna was horny. She ha neglected her needs the night before, and she had already gotten used to Said's presence and now all she wanted was a lot of wine in her system and a good orgasm. Once she was done with her bath, she got dressed in her black nightgown (and headed out of the shower and into the hallway. She regarded Said as he was in his bed, but she did not interact as she moved down towards the kitchen where she got the bottle or red wine and then got herself comfortable on the couch, her bare legs on the table as she turned on the smart TV and got to her favorite pornographic website as she started with heavy swigs from the bottle of wine. She wasted no time finding a threesome video that almost immediately as the foreplay started riled Iryna up. The girl in the video was being groped by one man, he massaged her breasts, while the other was kneeling right in front of her, head between her thighs as she was eating her out. The woman sighed and mewled in clear pleasure, joined by her facial expressions of bliss as she allowed herself to be completely lost. Iryna was buzzed already from the alcohol. Her one hand was still on the bottle, while the other was on her breast, massaging it slowly and firmly as the arousal slowly began to build up. Progressively, she grew more and more needy the more the scene got worked up, as Iryna spread her legs, the scent of her wetness immediately apparent as she left the wine to bring her hand between her legs, teasing herself with light caresses over her lips, eyes fixated on the scene on the TV as the man that ate the girl out went to town on her, tongue digging deep, and she started to moan with need. Iryna bit her lower lip, mewling softly as she started to rub her clit lightly and in circular motions. She was still working herself up, but it is slowly going to escalate... Human social norms continued to perplex Said. Seeing a woman as beautiful and strong as Iryna spending her time drinking wine and getting off to mediocre porn, just because she was married, was a strange sight for the wolf. Humans cheated and enjoyed their wandering gazes, why force themselves into such unhappiness? But thankfully for Iryna, she wouldn't have to be alone for much longer. Not when she'd made her aroused state, her desperate need, so clear for her canine companion to notice. He'd only needed to wait, lingering near the doorway of the living room, waiting for his chance to strike. He couldn't move in too early. She needed to be deep into the wine, lost in whatever meager pleasure her dulled senses could pull from the combination of her lackluster touch paired with the porn on the TV. The scents throughout the house already spoke for how often this ritual was done, how needy Iryna truly was for something more. And this was already further than Said was anticipating for his time with Iryna, but the look of her clearly spoke to what his new owner was wanting, needing. Making it the perfect time to begin the shift of whom the true owner and pet were in this relationship. Kaid moved towards her, stalking towards his owner in the way a predator would approach prey. Closer and closer, Iryna's gaze focused upon the TV screen and whatever stimulation her wine and hands were giving her. The nightgown pushed above her legs, the scent of her desperate need filling the living room. Could she not even trust her husband to get on his knees and lick her? Or was he as inept in that role as he was at being a man for her? No matter, she'd soon find the wolves at her side would be all she needed going forward, the brothers eager to be all she'd ever need or want, from now on. Starting with Said showing Iryna what she'd been missing. She might not notice him until Said's snout pressed between her legs, pushing her hand aside with a forceful motion and replacing those fingers with the rough texture of his long tongue. Quick, firm licks would escalate the stimulation Iryna had been chasing, no longer requiring her to depend on porn or alcohol. She'd feel it, those seeds of corruption planted in her mind, to give in to the pleasure offered by the wolf between her legs, submitting herself to the whims of his tongue. Even if Iryna planned to resist, the firm texture of his tongue along her clit would show her exactly why she needed to just lean back and enjoy herself. Kaid wouldn't even ask her to do the same for him. This time. This was about getting the poor, sex-starved woman addicted. Tasting that forbidden fruit, what it meant to have an animal, a beast, bring her more pleasure and erotic bliss than she'd felt before. Iryna might pretend to deny it, but the scent of her home gaze it away the moment Said stepped inside. This what Iryna needed, a wolf to submit to, and grant her all the delights that had been neglected for so long now. Give up the control she held at being a cop and relinquish herself to the praises her body would undoubtedly be singing for the tongue between her legs. As Said was waiting for his move, Iryna had already drank some more wine and allowed the intoxication to settle some more, but also her fingers were expectedly skilled in stimulating herself without even needing to push them within herself. The sight between her legs would give it all out. She was drenched wet even minutes after rubbing her sensitive bud of nerves. Her body was tensing the more she rubbed, mewling softly as her other hand grabbed her breast, massaging it as the wet sounds of her pussy filled the room as she rubbed herself faster. She was slowly beginning to inch closer to her peak, and she didn't really even pay attention to the TV anymore, her head swung back, eyes closed as her fingers began to furiously rub her clit, moaning to the air as the woman from the porn was moaning along while being pounded from her behind roughly. Iryna did not notice Said being anywhere in the room, let alone inching towards her, lost in her climb for release. So when she felt something shove her hand from her crotch, she opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling for a second, processing this sudden and completely unexpected situation. Then, a strong and tingling sensation flew through her body like a jet as she felt a rough, warm and wet texture drag repeatedly over her swollen clit, which made Iryna moan like a whore in heat. She was so drunk she did not even bother to look at first, mind a complete jumbled haze that only thought of pleasure as she for the first time felt something so fucking good after months of inactivity with her husband. Said's tongue would be met with throbbing entrance of her pussy that gushed the juices of pleasure each time he would drag his tongue to her clit. And every time his rough tongue would drag across that sensitive nub, her body would either tense or tremble as to mewl of absolute delight would leave her lips, sighing deeply and her chest heaving. When she finally looked down, the drunk expression switched to one of utter shock seeing that her damn dog is between her legs. "W-wait! What the...!!" she sobered up for a second, wanting to slip away from Said, but no matter how she moved, even with her hand on his head wanting to push him away and with her thighs closing in on his snout, his tongue still reached her clit and stimulated her further. And despite the shock and common sense that was apparent, the immense pleasure she hadn't felt from someone else had become overpowering as he licked her pussy just the right way enough to disarm her."Oh, god..." she moaned and closed her eyes as he dragged his tongue once more, the pressure from her hand and thighs lessening and her body relaxing as he worked on her clit some more. Her head rested back against the backrest of the couch, overwhelmed with the need for intimacy and pleasure, the drunken stupor still prevalent." This. Ain't right..." she looked down at Said, breathing heavily, her green eyes hungry and lustful and her cheeks flushed as her thighs spread just a little bit more, fully releasing pressure from him and giving him some space. And ass he continued, the haze in her mind returned, electric pleasure coursed through her body once more as she hissed and sighed as Said picked up his pace just the slightest bit. She was so stimulated and sensitive that the wolf needed to do little for Iryna to have her aroused beyond belief. At this point if he continues, her pussy would be a wet pool of arousal." But. It feels... So good..." she mewled as she grabbed her breasts, completely exposing them as she pulled her nightgown down, and she began to grope them roughly. Her lusting eyes were fully on Said as she fully spread her legs for him, and she bit her lower lip. She was now in her primal state, needing pleasure and needing release, as drunk as she was. And with her legs spread and her inviting gaze, Iryna was ready to give her body to Said to eat her out. And he now had control to get her to her orgasm.

K9 Companions (Krasnaya x Crixus)|rating:4.0

For the Love of a Daughter (Lost_Mermaid and RexSparrow)

@Lost_Mermaid Dominic Morgan was happily married man of 40 living in San Francisco, California. He had just picked up his wife, Amy, from the airport after she visited their daughter, Emeline, on campus. They were smiling, laughing, bickering, and in love, which made what had happened that day all the more difficult. Someone sped through a red light and T-boned the Morgan's car on the passenger side, Amy's seat. Dominic made it out of the crash with a few broken bones, yet his wife wasn't so fortunate, and she died before she even reached the emergency room. Why did he have to black out? A year after that day, Dominic drove back to the very same airport to pick up his daughter, who had returned from campus for the summer. They had talked several times a week over the phone, and through various methods of video chat since the accident. Each other's comfort being the only thing that kept them sane after that day, a summer together was exactly what they needed. If only the ghost of the past would stop haunting him. Dominic waited at the boarding dock of Emeline's plane, coffee from her favorite place in one hand, and his phone in the other to get a picture of her when she sees him. He glanced down to his phone and pulled up his messenger to shoot her a quick text to see how close she was. [Hey! Where are you, shouldn't you be landed and everything already? Wait, I see a goth girl that sorta looks like you. Is there something you need to tell me?] Ever since she was little, Emeline was taught to take risks and to live her life to the fullest. Of course Emeline obeyed that to the max as she tried to learn so many things in life. She tried to learn guitar, to skateboard, she even went into gymnastics and played sports throughout her school years. She hung out with the boys and got dirty, but she also played dress up and painted her nails and put makeup on with her girlfriends. Furthermore, she risked her heart to be broken by getting boyfriends in high school and cried her eyes out when her first love broke up with her. Her parents were there for her, but of course her mom understood the way a girl takes grief from a heartache a little more than her father did. She loved her father very much, but not all things were his forte really. When she began her freshman year of high school, she had learned a new hobby and passion for photography. She had always been the artsy person that had amazing drawings and paintings, but then she found photography and learned how to take beautiful photos. So after she graduated from high school, she decided to go to college in Colorado to photograph all seasons and all types of landscapes there. She sent copies of her photos to her parents so they could see how well she was doing and to see how beautiful Colorado was. After hearing the death of her mother, it traumatized her so much. Her mother was like her best friend that she could tell everything to. She flew out for the funeral and stayed for about a month after to make sure her father was alright. Once she knew that he was going to be alright, she flew back to Colorado so she could continue her schooling, even though it was extremely difficult to continue while grieving from her mother's death. One year later, Emeline had planned to take a trip out to San Francisco to spend the summer with her father. She got off the plane and walked through the airport to find her father when she got a text from him about seeing someone that looked like her. She giggled and shook her head. 'I think I saw someone that looked like you too, but he had bright pink hair....what did you do and should I be worried?' she texted him and walked through the building even more until she actually saw her father. She was wearing a light pink crop tank top that showed off her belly button piercing and some blue jean short shorts with white converse. She was dragging along black suitcases and carried a baby blue backpack on her back that held a lot more stuff." Hey radio! I'm glad that you don't have pink hair, not that it would have mattered, but I'm not sure pink is your color." she giggled and let go of her suitcases to give him a hug. Dominic chuckled at his daughter's reply and began typing. 'Guess you'll have to find out won't yeah,' he messaged back, then went to put away his phone before spotting EMI in her crop tank top and jeans. Grinning happily, he quickly snapped a picture of his daughter just as her face lit up with noticing him. His baby was finally home." There you are, sweetie! And I'm glad you didn't go goth, though I could live without the piercing," he teased, embracing her as if they'd not seen each other in a year. "I missed you," he softly whispered to her, leaning back to get a good look at her. "Here, this is for you since I'm sure the jet lag will kick in later." He traded her her coffee for her backpack and suitcases. He was always a gentleman like that."Are you hungry? We can grab some takeout on the way home if you'd like," he asked as they made their way to the car. Dominic was quite the well off art director, and so it was no surprise when he brought Emeline to his brand-new Lexus and loaded up her luggage. "Pretty nice isn't she," he said, closing the trunk and sliding into the driver's seat to back out of the airport parking. "So, how's your photography going? Anything or anyone caught your muse?" Emeline was so happy to see her father. The last time she saw him was at her mothers' funeral, and facetiming didn't count. She missed her father while she grieved her mothers' death. There were many times when she wanted to go home and stay with her father, but she had to finish her schooling, and he even told her that. If her father wanted her to stay and finish school, then she would do so. She rolled her eyes and laughed when he mentioned the belly button piercing, but he didn't seem to mind the small hoop in her left nostril. "Yeah yeah yeah. I actually think it's pretty cute." she teased back and let him get her suitcases. They walked out of the airport and to his new car, and she whistled impressed. "Wow.pretty nice car dad." she said and smiled over at him." Yes, I am hungry! Where do you want to go for some food? I'll go anywhere if it's not a Burger King or McDonald's! Seems like that's all people eat in Colorado" she said and giggled. She climbed into the car and began talking about her photography. "My photography has been going great. I like photographing people rather than landscapes. Can capture the emotions that are happening in a moment. And it's beautiful to capture the right moment. My modeling is going great too! Did I mention I was a model now?" she asked and smiled over at him. Dominic was overjoyed to be with his daughter again, yet the ghosts of the past couldn't allow him to be free so easily. Images flashed through his mind of his wife in the passenger seat all over again. She was so full of life and adventure then, as if the world would run out of things to reveal long before her passion and curiosity died. It was not to be, however, and all that was left of her fire was in their daughter, the only one who could truly make Dominic smile now." How about Chinese then? Brooke from work dragged me to this little hole in the wall restaurant that does perfect takeout," he said, reaching over and taking Emeline's hand, lacing his fingers with hers and kissing the back of her palm. "So people are your muse then? Explain that to me. What sorts of pictures do you do of them? Does this mean you'll be trying to get pictures of me while I'm not looking?" Dominic's eyebrow raised in the paternal way it did when he was either teasing or being firm. "And you're a model now? What sort of model exactly?" Emeline wondered if her father got a new car all because of the accident from last year. She couldn't bare the thought that that was the reason. He didn't need to get a new car because her mother was gone. It made Emeline feel horrible for leaving him for a whole year, having him deal with his grief by himself. She knew they video chatted and called each other, but it's not the same as being physically there for the person. She was starting to regret her decision of continuing school without being there for her father when he needed her most. She laced her fingers with his and smiled when he kissed her hand. Furthermore, she missed him and his presence. Maybe they both needed each other over the year. "Brooke, huh? Are you guys, seeing each other?" she asked and waggled her eyebrows at him and giggled a little bit. "I think Chinese sounds amazing. I'm definitely wanted some spicy orange chicken and rice." she smiled. When he was asking about her photography and modeling, she shrugged. "I just like photographing the emotions and the beauty between relationships that people have with each other." she looked at him and smiled. "I am a model. A model who takes any job that is offered to her." she said and watched his reaction warily. "Whey... Huh?! Brooke and I?! Oh, god no, she's... Too much," Dominic nervously chuckled, trying to avoid the thought of him and his colleague in a more personal relationship. "We'd... Well, I'm not saying we wouldn't work, it's just more that she's not my type. How about you then? Areyouseeing anyone?" he turned the question back on her, trying to avoid the spotlight as best as he could. He really didn't care for much attention, at least when it wasn't from her." Then that's what we'll get," he said, changing course and heading to the restaurant not too far away. It was when they neared the building that his daughter told him a bit more about her photography and modeling, giving him pause as he parked behind the Chinese place. "Soon... Any job? Like, any job?" her father asked, trying to clarify his question of exactly how risqué her modeling was without really giving her any more information due to his uncertainty on the whole thing. Honestly, he hadn't a clue how or what he was supposed to think if that was the case. On the one hand, of course, he didn't want his baby flaunting her body around just for anyone to see, yet on the other, she was an adult, or as close to at least. She deserved the freedom to make her own decisions, and oddly, he found himself having to agree that she had the looks for it. She was her mother's daughter after all. Emeline tried not to laugh as he was getting flustered from her question about Brooke. She watched him carefully and listened as he was trying to explain about Brooke. "Okay, okay. It was only a question!" she giggled and looked out the window. Her seeing people? That was a bit of an understatement. Of course, she was seeing people, but not in the way that he was asking about. Ever since her mother passed, she was lonely, and she wanted to grieve in her own way. That included clubbing quite a bit and sleeping around with a few people to not feel so lonely. But of course she would never tell her father." I was seeing this one guy, but it just didn't work out. He wasn't my type is what I learned." she said and smiled at him. "But that's okay. That just means we can have each other!" she squeezed his hand gently to reassure him that she was there for him. When he started to ask about her modeling job and how she would take any job, she blushed, and she knew he was trying to get to the bottom of what exactly she did with her job." Umm...yeah you could say that. My agent will give me listings of who's looking for what, and I'll pick the ones that offer the most money really." she said and shrugged. "Don't worry dad. There may be risqué ones, but they don't show my entire body." she said and chuckled a bit. Now that the spotlight was on Emeline instead of him, Dominic was able to see through her answer about seeing a guy who didn't work out. She was his daughter after all. "Mummy. Just one guy you were seeing?" he asked again, seeing if she might reaffirm her previous answer or if she'd hesitate a bit this time. He wasn't trying to constrict her in any way, but he wanted to know she was happy and safe, not 23 and pregnant." That's fair I suppose. If we're having each other though, you're getting a boyfriend who's too good-looking for his own good," he grinned, finally letting his natural humor come out again with her. He saw her blush after he dug a little bit deeper into her modeling, already revealing to him that some of those gigs were of the riskier nature. Emeline then told him how it was, and he deeply sighed in reply. "Look, I'm not going to tell you to stop doing what you're doing, especially since Mom would come back just to tell me to let you live a little, but I will tell you one thing. Your body isn't for just anyone to see. It's for you and the one you love and trust with all your heart," he told her, trying to be as understanding as possible to why she would do it. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back again. "Now relax. I'm going to go get our food quick, then I'll be back."========Back At Home======== Spoiler: Home {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Not pregnant and I'm STD free." she said and looked at him with a serious look. "Just trying to not be lonely." she shrugged and looked out the window. He began to talk about her modeling again, and she looked at him with understanding. "I know. I'm not doing anything that I would regret. I'm never fully nude. They put me in nude colored underwear and bra to make sure nothing gets shown and then they photo shop it to look natural wherever they see the bra and underwear. But of course I still don't look nude because I'm covered with a fur coat or flower petals or something else." she said and then looked at him. He left the car to go get their food. Once he got back, they drove back home and they walked inside. She listened to him and sat on one of the couches, "We can do whatever you want to do! It's your turn to choose what we do while we eat." she said and smiled at him as she got the food set on the coffee table and out of the bags. "I thought so. You're an easy read, baby," Dominic smirked, then quietly listened to the explanation to her modeling. "Huh... So, you're not actually showing anything... Strange, but I suppose it makes some form of sense. Well, as long as you're careful on both fronts, I'll support you." He then left and returned with their orders to drive them home. Dominic thought about what he'd like to do while he carried in her luggage. "A movie it is then. You want something to drink? I've got soda, water, wineperhaps?'" he asked her, a little of his feisty purr coming out when he mentions wine. Once poured, he brought the drinks to the table and sat down next to Emeline, taking the remote and turning on the TV to decide on what they could rent. "Hmm... Could watch La La Land. I've heard it's pretty good. What do you think?" About an hour or so into the movie, Dominic instinctively thought to reach over and hold Emeline. Normally, he would've wanted to do that to his wife, hold her close and snuggle her as they watched, kiss the top of her head and let his fingertips lightly brush along her skin, yet Emeline was not her. He frowned and shook his head when he realized that his hand had already started to move before he'd finished out his thought. It was just so natural for him to do so. Slowly, he drew his hand back, hoping his daughter hadn't noticed that he'd done it. The last thing he'd want was for her to see him still haunted by what he'd lost. Emeline felt her cheeks get hot with redness as he figured out that she wasn't just seeing one guy. It bothered her to have him know that she was sleeping around. But it wasn't like she was being careless, she just wanted to feel something when she felt so...empty, numb. He told her that he would support her with her photography and she nodded while he was getting out of the car to get their food. Once they got back to his place, they carried her luggage inside, and she let him decide what to do. She smiled when he mentioned wine, and she nodded, "Yes please! Wince sounds amazing." she said and laughed a little. He poured the glasses and came to sit on the couch with her as she set the food out on the coffee table in front of them. She grabbed the glass from him and sipped the wine. Luckily, he brought the bottle with him so they could have more. She was a lightweight though, she would have to watch how much she drank, unless she let herself go and get a little tipsy.Halfway through the movie, she had already drank three glasses of wine and could feel her tipsy feeling come. She saw something move in the corner of her eye and saw her fathers hand. He was reaching over but stopped suddenly. He began to retreat his hand, and she wondered why. Then it dawned on her, he was still thinking that her mother was there with him. She felt guilty for doing this. For making him relive memories about their mom. To think that she was sitting there with him. She quickly grabbed his hand and draped it around her. "It's okay. I know you miss her." she said and leaned into his body. A chill ran through her body as she was so close to him, smelling his cologne. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought about how she was going to make him feel better, how they were going to get through it together. Dominic happily sipped wine with his daughter. He was a great pick in flavor, so it was rather easy for them to finish off a couple of glasses halfway into the movie. Dominic could tell around that point that Emeline had begun to feel a little tipsy by just looking for the signs that her mother would show when she'd had a few glasses herself, and this was perhaps part of the reason it was so easy for him to forget who was with him there on the sofa. Dominic was a little startled by his daughter quickly taking his hand and draping it around her so easily. Did it really not concern her at all? "Are–are you sure?" he asked, even as a warmth washed over him when she leaned into him so close. With some hesitation, he held her close to him and let his fingertips softly drag along the exposed skin of her arm, lovingly feeling the perfection under them. He leaned in and kissed the top of Emeline's head, his own head nuzzling against hers as the smell of her hair and perfume came to him now."Are you okay?" he whispered, a worry in his stomach that he was doing something wrong being intimate like this with his daughter. He wasn't, right? They deserved this. They'd been through so much after everything. This was the least they were owed. Right? Emeline nodded when he asked if it was okay for him to drape his arm. "Its fine daddy." she said and leaned into him more. She felt him kiss the top of her head as his fingers were running along her arm. She felt chills form on her body and she felt herself feel different. She heard him ask if she was okay. Was she okay? Her heart was pounding as she was laying into her father. Her own father who was rubbing her arm lightly like he did to her mom. Was it okay to do that? Yeah, it was. Of course, it was. They had just lost her a year ago. They were living in her ghost since she was gone. She wanted her back, and the only way to have her back, is through her father." Y-yeah... I'm fine dad." she said nervously. She looked up at him and smiled to try and reassure him. As she was staring at him, she could see the sadness in his eyes. She put a hand on his cheek and ran her thumb over it, "don't be sad. We have each other." she told him, only inches away from his face. Dominic's pained blue eyes locked with his daughter's now that only a few inches kept them apart. She was a beautiful woman like her mother, but she was her own person too, and Dominic urged himself to focus on the things that made her a unique. What they had together would be their own, he'd decided, and no ghost of what had been lost would change that. She was worth far too much to him. Dominic gently rested his forehead against hers as their breaths mingled as one. "You're right, baby. I'm here for you too, whatever you need," he uttered, his lips accidentally brushing against hers with the words. There was a draw to her, he could feel now, and a line that could be so easily crossed with one motion, yet the plunge would not be taken alone. Emeline could see the pain in his eyes and she hated it. She hated it because she felt that same pain and wished he didn't have to feel it. She wished she could take his pain away and keep it to herself. Her eyes searched his face as he leaned in and put his forehead against hers. She could feel his breath on her lips, his lips brushing her own lips. Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't believe what was happening. She moved slightly, rubbing her nose gently against his before she brushed her own lips against his. She wasn't thinking straight, the alcohol had to be taking over her thoughts, right? Before she could even stop herself, she closed the gap between them, and she kissed her father softly, her lips molding with his. Her hand stayed on his cheek as she kissed him, but she turned her body slightly to face his so she could be more comfortable. Dominic thought that the moment his daughter's lips touched his she was simply going in for an intimate exchange between family. He realized his mistake when he felt her lips mold to his own, while her body adjusted to face him more comfortably. What in the world was she doing? She was kissing him, it shouldn't feel good, she was his daughter, yet everything said otherwise. He was very still for the moment, the realm of forbidden calling to him with every enchanting second until it became too much. His lips began to move on instinct with hers, slowly taking the lead and reaching around to support her so she could simply get lost at the moment. They kissed like that for a fair while before Dominic broke the kiss and looked long into Emeline's eyes, astounded at what had just transpired." E–Em? What are we doing?" he asked, a twinge of worry in his voice for just how much he wanted to continue. "We shouldn't be doing this… We–we should probably head to bed and sleep off some of this alcohol, right?" Emeline kissed him and felt that he wasn't sure what to do. Hell, she didn't even know what she was doing. She soon felt him kissing her back and their lips danced together, almost becoming one. Her body was pressed to his as he held her and her hand slipped from his cheek, down to his chest and rested there. After a while, he parted and spoke to her. The alcohol was clouding her brain and she didn't process what they were doing or if it was wrong or right. She was too caught up in the act and wanted more that she just didn't care. Emeline moved so she could straddle his lap, and she looked down at him. "Bed sounds boring Daddy....entertain me. Make me feel good." she pleaded before biting his bottom lip and tugging it to egg him on, teasing him. Dominic was about to protest against Emeline straddling him and pleading her desires to him, but that was all cut off when she tugged at his lip to egg him on. He knew it was wrong no matter the circumstances, but he'd been alone for a long while, and his daughter was finally relighting the embers of love and newly forbidden intimacy in him. He wanted to make her feel good despite the wrong, so that's exactly what he decided to do. Passionately, he leaned in and continued their kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips to dance with her own. Dominic was a fantastic kisser, and that skill was completely focused on his daughter now, working to put the other men she'd been with to shame. A hand slide down her spine to the hem of her crop top, slipping up and under the pink fabric to make loving contact with her skin and to press her body into his. They needed this. Dominic kissed his daughter for what seemed like an hour before laying her back under him. "I love you, baby. Does this make you feel good?" he asked huskily before kissing along her jaw and down to her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin there while his hands began to explore his daughter's body. "You're so perfect... What good did I ever do to deserve you?" Emeline knew that her biting his lip was messing with him. She knew it got to him, and she hoped it did. Before too long, he leaned in and kissed her again. Her hands gripped his shirt lightly as their lips molded together, their tongues dancing together as they kissed. It was amazing though. He was the best kisser she had ever kissed, even though he was her father. All the guys she slept with were always trying to suck her face or were too drunk and sloppy to begin with. Her father on the other hand, was experienced and amazing at what he was doing. As his hand slid down her body and up her shirt, she felt goosebumps forming on her skin as she was pressed into his body. Before she knew it, she was being pushed back and laying on her back. His words made her feel a tingly sensation in her lower abdomen, and she nodded, "Yes daddy... I love you..." she said in a breathy voice. Emeline tilted her head to the side as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck. Her hands went to his hair as her legs were wrapped around his so he could be between them." You deserve everything good daddy...especially me..." she said and made her hands roam his back and hair as she was getting antsy. She wanted him so badly and she didn't know how to wait so long. "It feels good.don't stop." she told him and bit her bottom lip. Dominic moved to kiss and nibble at Emeline's ear before whispering the taboo question. "Do you want me to touch you there, baby?" He rested his hand on his daughter's thigh, making it very clear where he meant. Desire flooded his eyes with the question finally laid bare, while the anticipation of her answer kept the pressure on his loving her. Dominic's hand shifted to his daughter's inner thigh while he returned to kissing her. It remained still for a little while before it began to slide higher up her leg, finally meeting with her core and gently messaging her through her shorts. When Emeline needed more, Dominic lifted her up a bit and helped her out of her tank top, then unbuttoned her shorts to slip his hand inside to touch her through her panties until she was ready." Come upstairs with me. I'll make love to you like you've never had before. Come with me, baby," he lovingly purred, the sexy hum in his voice very clear now. Emeline felt goosebumps form on her skin as he whispered in her ear. She nodded, her words catching in her throat. His hand rested on her thigh, and it felt like she was lit on fire from his touch, igniting her inside. As his hand want up her thigh and began to massage her, she let a moan escape her lips as she felt him pleasing her. She squirmed beneath him as it felt so good to feel him touch her so intimately. He helped her up to take her top off, revealing that she had no bra on and then unbuttoned her shorts to rub through her panties. Her head fell back as a few moans left her as she was getting very worked up from him. He spoke to her in a seductive tone, and she bit her bottom lip as she nodded. "Take me daddy... I want you to show me to be loved..." she said softly and leaned in to press her lips against his. With that, Dominic scooped his daughter up and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her upstairs to his room. It was so strange a thing now. He knew this was wrong, and he was sure deep down Emeline knew it too, yet neither of them cared about what was right or wrong. Both of them yearned to be loved after all the pain they'd been through, and everything about the night had been the perfect stage for them to seek out their desires in each other. What did it matter if it was wrong if they both needed this? Upstairs, Dominic laid his daughter down under him on his bed. His lips met hers again and their tongues twisted and twined together while he massaged her breasts. With Emeline's help, he shed his button-down shirt without ever breaking their kiss, revealing his toned abs and chest for her hands to freely explore. Gradually, his kisses fell from her lips to her chin, then down her neck and to her breasts for a while before trailing down to her core. His fingers hitched inside the hem of her shorts, then pulled them down along with her panties to reveal her beautiful sex." You're so pretty, baby," he purred before leaning in to kiss her soft petals, his hand reaching around to rub her pearl. Slowly, passionately, forbidden, he made love to his daughter this way, several fingers sliding in and out of her while his tongue switched back and forth between her core and her clit. Once she was near the edge he stopped and slowly withdrew from her, standing from his kneeling position to remove his own shorts. Now that there was nothing between them, Dominic leaned down and steadily kissed her again before teasing his length at her entrance. When Emeline couldn't take it anymore, he slid inside, a groan escaping him at the feel of her around him. There was no going back now." God, you feel so good, baby. I love you so much," he uttered as he began to move in and out of her, their pace gradually rising with every thrust. Emeline giggled when he picked her up. Her arms wrapped around his neck lightly as he walked her through their home and up to his room. Once they got inside, he set her beneath him on the bed and began to kiss her again. Their tongues danced and felt like one as her hands ran along his shirt, undoing the buttons and taking his shirt off. Her hands then ran over his body, memorizing every crevice from his abs and muscles. His lips began to kiss down her body, sending chills all along her body as he did so. Her shorts were taken off along with her panties. After they were taken off, his lips immediately latched onto her. Her hands gripped the sheets of the bed as she moaned out and squirmed beneath him. It felt too good, and she thought that it would never stop, wishing the pleasure would never stop. His fingers were making her go crazy as his tongue was making her edge get so close. Her hand tugging his hair as she felt so good. Then he stopped and she gasped, looking at him. She watched him stand up and take his own pants off. He kissed her once more, and she felt his length running along her entrance as she looked up at him. "Ohh.just get inside of me. I want to feel you so bad." she moaned and begged to him. After he finally slid inside of her, she moaned loudly and gripped his forearms." Fuck...you're bigger than I had imagined..." she said and bit her bottom lip. Emeline looked into his eyes and felt the thrusts getting faster and harder. "Oh god... you feel so good Daddy...please don't stop. Make me scream your name!" she said to him, egging him on. Dominic's pace quickened with his daughter urging him on. Everything felt so amazing about this moment that any guilty thought that would stop him was forced completely from his mind. In truth, the fact that this was his daughter, his baby that he was making love to was making everything all the more intimate. They had lost so much after everything and they had always had each other, but this was new comfort that blew all the others that they offered each other out of the water. Faster and harder he inside her, the goal of making her come foremost in his mind. With one hand, Dominic took Emeline's hands and pinned them to the bed above her head, while the other fell to her clit to stimulate her there along with everywhere else he was. He leaned down to nip at her neck and ear, then to whisper his request. "Come for me, baby. Just let everything go. Come for Daddy, baby." Emeline moaned louder and louder as he picked up his pace. The sound of their bodies smacking together was echoing through the room, and it was making her get even more turned on, if that was possible. They shouldn't be doing this. They shouldn't be thinking of each other in this way. She didn't think about that though. All her thoughts that were trying to stop her were gone and all she thought about was how good he felt inside of her. There was nothing that could stop them now. As he kept going harder and faster, her walls were beginning to tighten around him, and she knew that her orgasm was building. He pinned her hands above her head and whimpered with pleasure. His other hand reached down to rub her clit and she squirmed below him as he was thrusting. "Nubuck....oh my god Daddy..." she moaned and arched her back as she was overwhelmed with pleasure. His whispering made chills form all over her body and she moaned as her hands squeezed his hand pinning them down. "Oh god... I'm going to cum!" she warned him as her walls clenched down on his cock. After a few more thrusts, she began to orgasm. Her legs began to squeeze against his body as she arched her back once more and moaned out. "Ohhh Daddy! Holy fuck!" Dominic felt his daughter tighten around him when she was about to come, driving him on to pound into her as fast and as hard as possible. When Emeline's orgasm came, and she moaned out in pleasure, Dominic was brought very close to his own climax, yet he held back and let his daughter ride out the entirety of her finale. When her body arched up towards him, Dominic leaned forward and kissed down her chest as his pace began to slow so she could recover. God, she was so beautiful he could barely believe this was happening, that his daughter was cumming hard all because of him, yet that was the forbidden reality they now shared." Did that feel good, baby?" he asked when she had come down from her high, his voice a delicate whisper by her ear. Slowly, he unpinned her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing her palms with utter devotion. Emeline moaned out louder as he was going harder and faster. She cried out his name as soon as she let her orgasm release. Once it started to calm down, he kissed down her chest and she panted with how good it felt to have him make love to her. It was the best she ever had with any man. She wanted more, but was it right to do that in the future? No, she shouldn’t let this happen ever again, even if it felt so good. She smiled up at him and she nodded. “Yes, that felt amazing daddy.” She said and watched him kiss her hands. “It was the best I’ve ever had.” She told him "I'm so glad you liked it, baby," Dominic whispered before locking his lips with hers, their tongues dancing together as one again. After a while, he broke the kiss and looked deep into his daughter's eyes, his love for her feeling every action. "You wouldn't want to go one more time, would you?" he quietly asked, his hands running along her gorgeous figure. "Maybe you could ride this time?" he purred, planting little kisses down her neck as he waited for her answer. Emeline looked up at him and she smiled. The minute he asked for a second time, she was turned on again. “Of course I want to go again. It was amazing and I want more.” She said. She sat up and pushed him on the bed before straddling his hips. Her hands ran along his chest, and she leaned down to kiss his neck and bit it gently every once in a while. She kissed down to his hips and looked up at him, “But first, we need to get you rock hard again.” She told him and began to stroke him softly. Her eyes stayed on his as she would please him, stroking faster and feeling him get hard in her hand. It was the most sexy thing she had felt in her life was her father getting hard inside of her hand.“You like that daddy?” She purred to him and bit her bottom lip as she was getting more turned on from watching him react to her pleasing him. Dominic was surprised by Emeline's eagerness to go again, causing him to softly chuckle when she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his hips. "God, you're so sexy, Em," he sighed, closing his eyes and letting his fingers softly trail along her back as she moved down his body. His eyes flitted open again, meeting his daughter's as she began to stroke him. Seeing his daughter like this, stroking his length while her eyes sparked with desire was quite possibly the sexiest thing he'd experienced in his life, and his reactions communicated that to her rather quickly." Oh, you have no idea, baby. I want you so bad," he groaned, his cock now rocks hard from her touch. Emeline looked at him with a smile. She could see all the pleasure in his eyes, and she loved that he was enjoying it all. After stroking him a little, she leaned down and wrapped her lips around his tip. She sucked and licked and did everything she needed to make him feel good. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him into her throat and gagged at how big he was. Furthermore, she came back up and took a breath.“You’re so big daddy... I love it.” She purred and licked his cock from the base to the tip before sliding back up to him and kissed him passionately. She straddled him and let her core rest on his cock and lifted herself up. After grabbing him, she positioned him and slid down, letting him enter her and moaned.“Oh god...you’re so big...” she moaned and began to bounce up and down on him, digging her nails into his chest. Dominic's head fell back onto the bed when Emeline took him inside her mouth, his body reacting to her in all the ways she wanted. He was hers completely and utterly at this moment. If there was ever any doubt of the feelings shared between them, it was put to rest when Emeline straddled him and slid him inside her again, causing a moan to be shared by father and daughter." And you... God, you're so tight..." he groaned as she bounced up and down on him. With her nails digging into his chest, Dominic's hips began to move in tandem with hers, the feel of her around him bringing his climax ever closer. "Fuck... You're going to make me cum," he told her as he thrust harder and harder. Emeline moaned out as he was thrusting his hips into her as well. Her nails dug deeper, and she threw her head back as she could feel his cock going into her deeply. The feeling of her pussy gripping him was amazing, and she purposely made her walls clench on him more to make it feel tighter. She heard him say he was going to cum, and she felt her walls actually clench around him. Her orgasm was building quickly as he began to go harder. She leaned over him and moaned into his ear as she gripped his shoulders. After a few more hard thrusts, her orgasm released, and she moaned out his name several times. “Ohh fuck! Daddy...you feel so good...” she moaned and kissed his neck As Dominic was nearing his orgasm, he could feel his daughter's pussy clenching and tightening around his cock, her own orgasm just around the corner. Dominic knew he should try and get her to get off of him before he came, yet he couldn't stop himself from pounding into her with everything that he had. The pleasure was just too much. Moments after Emeline started to cum, Dominic's cock began pulsing and streaming large jets of cum into her pussy, causing waves of warmth and dizziness to wash over him as he filled his daughter up with his seed." Ohhh... Fuck..." he groaned, reaching down between them to gently rub her throbbing clit. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just came inside you. Do you... Do you think we should do something, or...?" Dominic asked, yet there was something about the way he said it that almost felt like he wanted her to stay that way, naked on top of him and filled with his cum. Emeline could tell that he was very close to his orgasm. His moans were so sexy to listen to, she just wanted to hear him all night long. As soon as she began to have her orgasm, she felt him begin to shoot his own cum inside of her. She began to pant and calm down after they both finished. She heard him talk to her about finishing inside of her, and she looked down at him and bit her bottom lip, trying not to smile so big. “Daddy.” she said as he was talking. “Dad! Don’t worry about it. I’m on birth control. I’ve been on it since high school. Mom-“ she stopped and looked down to stop talking about her.“Anyway, don’t worry about it. It feels really nice any way to feel you without a condom.” She teased as she rolled her hips on him and smiled. Dominic gave a small sigh of relief when Emeline told him that she was on birth control. What they shared together had been the best thing in a long time, so taking the worry of complications out of the equation made everything all the sweeter." Oh, thank god..." he sighed as he leaned up and kissed his daughter like she was the most connected and intimated lover he'd ever had, and in truth, that's exactly what she was. With arms wrapped around her back, he brought her down to lay beside him, their bodies tangled together in a mess of bare skin. He pulled the sheets over them both, then rested his forehead against Emeline's, his eyes softly closed while he took in her warmth. "This was amazing, baby, thank you so much," he whispered then softly kissed her lips. "I love you." Eventually, the two drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace, the evidence of the line they crossed written all over. When they wake and their minds are clear they'd have much to figure out. Emeline smiled when he was glad she was on birth control. She was surprised he didn't ask, but then she remembered when he called her out about her not having a boyfriend and sleeping with a few guys. But none of them could compare to what she just did. What her father and her did was amazing, and it felt so much better than anything she'd ever done with any guy. When he kissed her, she smiled and kissed him back, as if it would be the last time they would ever kiss each other. He pulled her down and she lay beside him, sheets covering them as they tangled with each other. "It was amazing. I love you too daddy." she whispered before her eyes closed, and she fell asleep quickly. When morning came, she started to open her eyes and she yawned. She felt warmth and skin. She smiled and looked up to see who she had sex with the night before. Furthermore, she wasn't prepared to see her fathers face, and she went wide-eyed. What the hell? How did they end up naked in his bed? Did they seriously have sex with each other? She felt conflicted. Her cheeks were red from embarrassment and lust. She didn't know what to think as she sat up slowly and ran a hand over her face. When Dominic woke, he yawned and stretched his arms, only to find a warm body in bed with him. The last time he'd had someone in bed with him was when, despite his better judgment, he let Brooke stay the night. While that was a night to remember, it paled in comparison to what Dominic saw when he opened his eyes. The warmth beside him was none other than his own daughter, and she looked as startled as he did." E–Em? What... What did we do?" Dominic asked, though looking at her naked body, he already knew the answer. "I–I'm sorry. This was my fault. I shouldn't have ever let things get this far." He covered his mouth with his hand when all the feelings they shared came back to the forefront of his thoughts. "I'm going to go take a shower, try to clear my head. Why don't you do the same?" he said, carefully slipping out of bed in such a way that he was still covered. Emeline sat there and could hear her father beginning to wake up. She worried he would get upset with her, make it seem like it was her fault as a lot of guys did that to her if they cheated on their girlfriends. She kept her eyes closed so he wouldn't have to see her face when he spoke to her, or yelled at her. Her heart began to speed up in pace, waiting for his reaction to come. His words began to go through her. He wasn't blaming her at all, he was blaming himself. He shouldn't have to. It wasn't just his fault, they were both at fault. But was it really such a bad thing? They both confessed how they felt. Or was that just the alcohol taking over? He suggested taking a shower and got out of the bed. All she could do was nod and pulled a shirt over her head, not realizing it was his. It fell to right below her rear cheeks, and she quickly walked out of his room and down to his guest room where all her things were put in. She grabbed a towel and went into the shower after taking his shirt off. The hot water sprayed down her body and she closed her eyes, trying not to cry. She didn't want to lose her father, not after losing her mother a year ago. She would have no one and nothing to help her through life. Furthermore, she needed her father more than anything. After washing her hair and body, she dried herself off and got dressed in a gray hoodie and black short shorts. She put her hair into a messy bun before she walked into the kitchen and got pans out of the cabinet and set them on the stove. Emeline grabbed a carton of eggs and began to make scrambled eggs for them as she put toast in the toaster for them. In the fridge was a box of microwavable bacon. Of course her father would have microwavable bacon. She put enough slices for them on a plate and put them in the microwave so that everything would be hot and ready for them at the same time. Everything was ready on time, and she plated two plates before setting them on the dining room table. She put two glasses of milk on there before she sat down and waited for him to come down to eat with her. Dominic took a long, cold shower to clear his head. How had it all happened, he wondered. They were just enjoying a movie and a couple of drinks together, how had it turned so...thrilling? Was thrilling the right word, was it okay to think an exchange like that with his own daughter was thrilling? He hadn't a clue at this point, but what he did know was that he was disgusted by what they had done. While it was wrong, it had been out of a place of love and need. How could he ever really find fault in that? Spoiler: Outfit Stepping out of the shower, Dominic dried and dressed in his blue Henley and soft tan chinos, looking himself over in the mirror before ruffling his hair and heading downstairs. Upon seeing Emeline, he smiled to her as he always did, sweet and solemn, like nothing had happened. He may not have been sure what was the answer for them now, but he knew that he didn't want to lose her. She meant the world to him." Something smells good," he said, sitting down at the table and gesturing for her to join him. "Thanks for cooking, baby. How did you sleep?" Dominic asked before picking up his toast and taking a bite. After a little while of idle chatting and eating, Dominic reached over and took Emeline's hand in his own. "You know that I love you no matter what, right? Do you–do you regret what we did?" he whispered, leaning in a little closer to her as he spoke. "Your answer won't change my love for you. It happened, there's no changing that. The only thing left to decide now is what we want to do moving forward. It–it may be a little scary, but I want you to be completely honest with yourself and with me. I'm worried about you, and I feel like I might have failed to be there for you in the way that you needed. If I did, I'm truly, truly sorry. I'm here now, whatever you need. All you have to do is tell me."

For the Love of a Daughter (Lost_Mermaid and RexSparrow)|rating:3.0

Shadows of Hyrule (TDM and Gashnaw)

There had been several years of peace, after the sealing away of Canon. A sort of hush had overcome the land, and people were finally enjoying life again. The Hero of Time had retired, marrying a sweetheart from his traveling days. He now lived and ran a Ranch with his Wife. But that never stopped true darkness, evil, from trying to overcome the work of Good. That was where Aria came in, a woman that was not supposed to exist. A woman that had been brought before Zelda, charged with a mission of traveling the Temples and quelling the swells of darkness that were rising. She was also told, that she was to travel to the Water Temple - using gear that Link was loaning her, and she was charged with retrieving the Shadow that resided in the Water Temple. With Canon now sealed away, the Shadow could make its own choices. Link had sent her with some of his gear, not all of it, just enough to get through the Temple (He hoped) so that she could retrieve his Shadow to bring back to the Ranch. Link in all his monumental stupidity had managed to break his leg, really badly. Thrown from a horse, and in a cast, he was unable to explore the Temples as he would have liked. Thus, Aria, the Last Shaka... was charged with the task of traveling the Temples, and retrieving the Shadow of the Hero of Time. Traveling the temple had not been easy, and she finally managed to find the door he had spoken of. She pulled off the blue tunic and squeezed it dry, throwing it into her bag. She squeezed her scarf a little, and mentally hated the fact that her bone white hair was now clinging to her face. Apparently she was not as immune to the water as Link would have liked. She grabbed the door and pushed her way in, staring across the strange scenery that marked the 'Mirror Room' as Link had called it. She pushed onwards, red eyes focused as her small frame filled the open door, and she began walking in. "I am looking for the Shadow of the Hero of Time." She called out, her red eyes scanning the surrounding scene. She adjusted her gloves, with the crest of the Shaka, and kicked off the overly large heavy metal boots. Her own supple leather ones lay beneath. She had a slim frame, but her voice and face were overshadowed by the wet red fabric that clung to her features. There was something sparking in her eyes, a part of her wondered what she would face with Link's Shadow. Shadow had been stalking her ever since she entered the temple. Four years of solitude and now someone had entered. Of course, he had n clue that a girl had done so, the blue tunic and Iron boots that person wore only reminded him of one person, Link. The man who had defeated him and caused Gannondorf to not release Shadow from the water temple. A seal that left him alone in the temple by himself. Of course ink was foolish enough to come back, angered by the man Shadow kept hidden. The takes bouncing along the water and other traps slipping this boy up. It was amusing to Shadow to watch the core of his hatred mess up on tasks the man had easily done in the past. However, he needed Link to make it to his chamber, for a rematch, a chance at vengeance. Shadow was lucky as Link made it to the Mirror room. Removing his iron boots and carrying on. There was some difference in this man the last time Shadow had fought him he seemed far more confident, this time the hero of time seemed almost timid. It did however not matter to Shadow as he jumped through the floor and pushed Aria to the floor." Geeze Link, you would think that after all this time you would have gotten better" He laughed and hearing Aria about to reply kicked his boot across her face. "I did not permit you to talk" He smirked and pulled out his sword. "You have no idea what it is like to be trapped in here." He continued and sliced the blue Tunic Aria was wear in half "and now you cannot breathe underwater trapped with m-: He paused when he noticed the frame of the body in front of him. The tunic had hidden these features, but the clothing underneath were tight and clung to a very feminine being. Slim body and a chest that was nothing to laugh at Sure she may not have held to size that Gerunds did, such as the Shadow dancers Gannon had originally tossed Shadow to, but it was still nice regardless. It honestly came out of nowhere, and she found herself kicked to the side. She had actually handled the Temple well for someone that had never faced those exact kinds of creatures. Especially for someone that wasn't a Hero of Time. But this was much different. She opened her mouth to speak but was hit again. Her scarf was gone, fluttering on the light layer of water nearby. She managed to pull herself up slowly, pain filling her as she glared daggers at the male. He attacked her again and slashed off the tunic. TRI Goddesses damn him! That was one of the few ways out of this damn place! She snarled as she slowly managed to stand up, he was actually shocked by her breasts. "Dammit! You ass!" She snarled as she tackled him her twin long daggers drawn as she stabbed them cross wise over his throat." Now!" She said as she straddled him and used her body to hold him down. But it didn't take long for her to realize that he was indeed a male. "If you'll calm down..." She said as she felt her cheeks rising with a blush and a nervous sweat starting. Was he? No he couldn't be. She gave a yelp and jumped back, glaring at the male that had been nothing but a bother for her. "I'm here because we need your help!" Shadow glared at her wens he jumped back Obviously surprised by his body's reaction, and it made him laugh. However, that was only for a second as he removed the knife across his throat and tossed them aside. He wasn't quite sure what she planned to have done given that he didn't bleed but whatever. He quickly Pounced n her again and pinned her arms making sure she could not go for another weapon and straddled her." You need my help, well that doesn't come for free." He said as he smirked. "You see its tough being locked up in here day in day out with nothing to do. Th's is more action than I have gotten in four years." He continued and lifted both her arms over her head pinning them with one arm while his free hand ran along her body." If you want my help it will cost you, and since I have no way out of this temple, your rupees mean nothing to me, so you will have to pay a different way." He sipped his free hand between her legs and rubbed her crotch. "But what I am really curious about, is why bother come in here and look for me. Why not just go to the hero of time Himself?" Again his hand came up and squeezed one of her breasts. The entire time he was on top of her he could tell she was uncomfortable, her face alone showed it, but it was not like he cared. Four years and now suddenly out of nowhere a girl walks up to him. She was either very brave or stupid. She knew he existed, and it seemed she had some idea of what she was getting into, but she obviously had no idea just who she was messing with. He covered her mouth with his free hand and examined her body "You know, you're not bad looking, cute face, young, and your body is worth quite a bit. I bet I could see you to someone to get me out of this temple." He leaned down and kissed her lips "Though I think I'll have fun with you first" "OI! Cut that shit out." She snapped as he pinned her down, even though his hands traveled her body she was fighting her own reactions. Aria was not pleased to be touched in such a way, she was actually downright angry at having her personal space invaded in such a way. Her cheeks darkened with anger and nervousness as she struggled to kick back against him, arching up as best she could." Link sent me to get you, because there is trouble brewing and he broke his leg. He can't fight." Aria said as she jerked her head away from him, he mentioned selling her and her eyes widened as the anger built inside of her. "Sure, sell your only way out. I came to take you from the Temple. You don't know the things I do, and you just destroyed the tunic that would let you get out of here." Aria was angry, and she was shaking with that anger. "So yes, go ahead and assault me - molest me if you will. But remember this... I was sent to get you out, to take you out of here so you could fight against those that seek to release Canon from his prison. When you are his puppet again. You'll have no one to blame but you." She hissed darkly as her red eyes burned like the fires of the Fire Temple itself. "You think that Tunic is what is stopping me? I don't knee to breath." He snapped. "You're the on in trouble. Without that tunic you can't get out of here. For me, I just now have company." he explained again his hand went between her legs as he slowly rubbed her crotch. Nothing, while didn't care for how much pleasure she received he was wanting some reaction form her. He searched her body again and found another knife on her person and smiled." Well this can be useful" He laughed and pulled it down to her top, pricking at it until he had sliced enough away to insert the knife and cut it more. He slowly sliced the fabric away as more of her body was exposed to him. Her breasts were soon exposed as he put the knife down and squeezed one of them gently. He then jumped back a quick second to position himself better, and he picked the knife up as he cut the fabric down her torso and to her groin. The very tip of the knife tickling her flesh as the fabric was cut away." Truly a gorgeous body" He sighed as he slid a finger inside her now exposed privates. "Damn you're tight, That different from what I was given. Bet You've never even had something like this before, I bet you're a virgin." Aria was shaking with rage and shock, as he spoke to her in such a manner. "I do have a way out." She growled as she squirmed against him, his touch - was starting to cause an effect in her. He was rubbing her crotch, for the first time in her life something was awakening inside of her. Her eyes narrowed, as she glared up at him. Her hands struggling to get free so she could push him off of her. He stole her knife and started to cut away her top, and her breath came in sharply as she stayed perfectly still so she wasn't cut. He was touching her, feeling her, and she found herself whining just a little for the strange feeling building in her. "But if Canon is freed you'll be nothing but a puppet again... nothing but a true Shadow of his whims." She said, trying to convince him away from this." I can take you from here, give you a life - make it where you can keep him locked up, and you can haverealfreedom. Because the moment you leave here you'll cease being this creature... and begin living again... Or did you not sense the shadow magic rupturing from my presence?" She asked as she felt the hand slide down her body and she gave a squeak of surprise. He was touching her womanhood, and he was sliding a finger inside of her. It was shocking, actually scary, as she realized she was wet from his touching. "This is a horrible idea." This was like a game to him. The shadow dancers had trained him well in pleasure, forcing him to make them cum without letting him get off. At times, they would just use hi as a slave for their sexual pleasures, at other times they would allow him to have sex with them. They wore him out. But finally he had a girl who he could use as he desired, and yet he had not yet jumped her. Maybe her constant mention of cannon was turning him off a bit." Your body is really starting to enjoy this isn't it?" He asked noticing just how wet she was getting. "I mean look at this" he said removing his finger and holding it up to show that her juices had coated his finger. He then returned his hand to her groin inserting a second finger and leaned down suckling on of her breasts clicking his tongue against her nipple. "You never experienced this before have you?" He asked calmly. "But your body is probably heating up." She then softly bit her other breasts grazing his teeth against the flesh and ave slight pressure to her nub." Your body has to be enjoying this, I mean there is no point lying, Just relax, let it happen. And then we can talk. I mean if you want to keep fighting this I can easily up the ante. I haven't had a woman in years, I could really use your body Te thing is you came to me to get y help because you need it to stop cannon, and you know I am willing to help. And I will, once we're done here." Aria realized pretty quickly that this was all a game to him, but there wasn't much she could do against him. She had little to no control of her body at the moment, and he was dead set on getting his way. She didn't know his past, didn't care to know his past. Nor did she care to remember her own, or why she was locked away for 'disobeying the King'. But here wasn't much the Shaka could do at that exact moment. She found herself glaring at him defiantly as he touched her, commenting on how wet she was. Yes, she could see how she coated his finger. Yes, she could see that he was rather enjoying the torment he was producing. She winced just a little, a heat filling her when he slid another finger inside of her. Her body reacted on its own, arching up a little as if pulling him in more. A small sound left her when he captured one of her nipples, flicking his tongue against the flesh. She squirmed then, unable to help the reaction as her womanhood gave a clench of approval around his finger." No, I haven't." She managed to get out in a voice that held the anger, arousal, and frustration she was trying to hold back. He bit her breast and her body jerked in reaction, a moan escaping despite her trying to stop it. He was trying to coerce her, and parts of her wanted it to happen. Parts of her wanted to give in completely, but she squirmed against him - giving a growl of frustration. "Payment shouldn't come in the form of my body, that's crude and ignorant." She snapped at him, her eyes jumping with that fire again." I don't see what the point of this is, my body may be reacting but anything else is nothing short of rape. Do you want to be known as a rapist? Because I have no qualms spreading that story." "You talk way too much" He sighed and dug his finger sin just a little deeper before pumping them in and out of her at a rather quick pace. Sure had he deiced to use his member to do this task it would be much faster, but he was getting some sick thrill doing this to her, showing her that he actually had all the control at this moment. Sure he could have easily slipped his own dick out and raped her, but he had not yet done that, mainly due to holding her hands with his only free hand." Just get off already Let it go, come, and we are done. If you don't come soon however, I'll just use my cock instead to make you come. I haven't had sex in four years. You should really consider yourself lucky I haven't fucked you yet." He paused for a moment however his hand did not stop moving "What is your name Anyway? Your clothing suggested Shaka, i thought they were all dead, but I guess not, however that does not tell me your name." He waited and then sighed "So you really need my help. Fine. I'll stop if you tell me your name... of coarse only if you want me to. I mean your body is really enjoying this, I can feel your muscles contacting around my fingers. You could just way until you reach your climax before telling me your name if you would rather." Aria squirmed, her breath rushing from her as his fingers moved at a faster pace. She growled against the feelings bucking as best she could but finding she couldn't fight against him. The pleasure was building up, coiling and twisting. It filled her in a way that she didn't understand, and at that moment she didn't want to understand. But still the Shadow of the Hero of Time was taunting her. He was teasing her, cajoling her to give in. She growled out in her frustration, crying out a bit as she tried to yank away form him again. "I don't want this!" She snapped as she cried out in pleasure, her body bowing as she gave a whimper and tried to pull away from the pleasure building inside of her. There it was, he gave her an option - and out. She was ready to jump on it, even though her body was begging and pleading for release. It probably wasn't the option he wanted, but she knew that she had to get back on task - get her job done. "Aria! Aria of the Shaka..." She snapped as she tried to pull away from him, it seemed like it didn't matter though - that little extra bit of stimulation seemed to set her off as her body clenched tightly around his fingers. She found herself panting, closing her eyes and feeling shame spread through her like a balm over a wound. "Get off me..." She said, her voice tired... not even fighting anymore at that moment. She felt a strange sort of dirty from what he had done. When she came he laughed. "Wow timing must suck for you, but it seems your body really does enjoy teasing just like any girl. You should at least enjoy it. Why keep fighting pleasure?" He asked as he licked her juices off of his finger "Not bad, you taste very delicious." he commented on her as he sucked every drop off his fingers. Had he been mean he would have gone down on her to get more of her taste in his mouth, but he had promised to stop teasing her." Get off?" He asked with a laugh "I said I would stop playing with you, I said nothing about letting you go." He added and with that whipped out his cock. "Two options here, Either you can help me get off or I can work it out, but I am not getting off you until I get off myself." he explained as he began stroking his dick slowly. "So there is a way you can make this go faster, he said as he got closer to her face. "I would let you use your hand for this, but I think I would rather keep them pinned for now, Your mouth on the other hand, well you talk too much to begin with, you may as well put it to better use. "Leave. Me. Alone." Aria growled out as she jerked underneath him, she was growling as she narrowed her eyes and watched him. She wasn't interested in what he was doing, not anymore. Though her body had enjoyed it, her mind and heart were not in it. He was scum in her eyes, at this moment. Her eyes narrowing as he spoke about how he wanted to get off. He wanted to cum? He was absolute scum, TRI-Goddesses damn it, this was stupid. "If I touch you I will rip it off if you put it in my mouth... I Will.i.am off. Now either you get off of me, or I will release shadow magic upon you. I've been nice, and I have been as giving as I can to this point." She snarled as she felt the magic pulse inside of her. She had been too shocked and surprised earlier, angry and hurt." You have two choices... get off of me, and we get out of here... Or I will blast you off of me, and you'll be lucky if I don't rip your cock off and feed it to you." She said as her eyes seemed to glow with a new vibrancy. "Or I could just poison you... Shaka women have such wonderful tricks." She said with a sweet smile, it was a bluff - but no one outside the royal family knew enough about the Shaka to know whether she was lying. "Poison me?" he laughed as he was still stroking himself, however stopped and leaned down to whisper in her ear, his dick lying against her chest as he did "In case you didn't notice it yet, I can't be poisoned. Hell Biting my dick won't even hurt. I can feel pleasure but pain, not so much. Even my battle with link, he only weakened me, but each slash of his sword did not hurt." He placed his tomb on her chin and smirked "So go ahead poison me all you want. I encourage you to. But you are not going to hurt me. So give me a few minutes and I will let you up"It was obvious she was not going to blow him so he went back to work and started really working himself. This time his pace was much quicker as he did all he could to move as quick as possible, he saw her eyes glow and knew she was preparing something, but it was too late, he had made it to his climax and let a thick robe of hot cum escape his cock landing on her face and hair. He stayed there as he shot off another couple of blobs of semen onto her face before jumping back off her before she could unleash an attack of shadow magic, the only thing that would really affect him right now." There, now I am happy, your body is happy. You might be pissed but at lest I am willing help you now." He looked at her and laughed Although sucking me off may have been a smarter idea, at least it would be in your mouth and mouth all over your face and in your hair." Aria was pissed, and she was going to get back at him at another time. She was going to hurt him, and when she hurt him she would make sure that it hurt very much so. He thought he couldn't feel pain, but that was because he was within his barrier. The moment he left he would become like another being again, it was Shaka magic that Canon had mimicked at that moment - when he made Shadow... and she was going to fucking hurt him for this. She clenched her eyes shut, and slammed her mouth shot when she realized what he was doing - and what was probably going to be the result of it. She felt the splashes hit her, and an angry growl rose in her throat. She turned her head to the side, and very quickly he was off of her. She rolled her, grabbing for her pouches on the ground and finding her water. She emptied the contents on her face and hair, and scrubbed herself clean with the remnants of her old outfit. Finally, she was cleaned up, and her anger was boiling beyond all belief. "I should just fucking leave without you! Despicable creature! Give me one good Goddess be damned reason I shouldn't tell others about the kind of creature you are. They would rank you right up there with Canon - they would hunt you down andkillyou." She snarled as she yanked out her spare clothes and ripped off the rest of her tattered clothes. She dressed herself, grabbed her scarf and shook it a few times before she wrapped it around her face.Hiding once more, she felt much calmer. "I should really just leave, with or without you." She said as she started to regain her composure. It was strange how calm she got from something as simple as a scarf. She strapped all her pouches on, and gathered her backpack with the supplies Link had given her. She couldn't use his Ocarina - but she was a Shaka and her flute would take her out of here just as easily. "Go ahead leave without me. Tell link that you can't handle me. Tell link that you folded at the first sign of trouble. How do you expect to save the world if you can't handle a little assault? Face it, like it or not Link told you to get me because you need my help. And now that I had my fun with you, I am willing help. I mean I would have much rather had sex with you, but I had fun." He stepped back to her and brushed some hair from her face. "But I didn't lie, you are cute, I don't know why you hide behind that Scarf." He said "are you Shy?" He felt it was funny to ask given what he had just done to her, Shy would be one thing she should not to be. Embarrassment would be a fair emotion, but being shy, he had seen her entire body and had made her climax, along with cumming on her face. In reality, they are no reason to be shy around him." So lets just save the dance where you run to link, whine, and he tells you to come back here and get my help anyway. If you have a way to get me out of here, then get me out of here." Aria jerked away from his touch, just glaring at him over the fabric of her scarf. The anger burning in her eyes could destroy cities, if she let it. "DO NOT TOUCH ME." She said with a voice that burned with passion and anger, each word was clearly enunciated and punctuated with something akin to hatred. There he went, complimenting her again. She glared at him as she turned away. He was unfortunately right, she would be sent back after she had been sent to get another Zora Tunic from the Zora Realm. That would not be fun in any way. She huffed a little and pulled her flute from her pouch and held it up. "An instrument of Shadow users, not like the Ocarina of time - but we can gift them to others. No one can use it except for me, unless gifted to them." She said as she spun it around her hand for a moment and snatched the instrument close to her." I hide because I am Shaka, we all hide." She said as she rolled her eyes and just tapped her foot. "Fine, hold on to me... leave my arms and hands free... I'll play us out of here." She muttered as she kept her back to him. She didn't want him touching her again, she didn't want him anywhere near her. But in order to complete this quest... someone had to wield the Master Sword. She was unable to because she was not the chosen Hero of Time. But Shadow, as Link's shadow was able to use it. He rolled his eyes at her response to why she remained hidden. He found it a silly reason and that she should not hide, but he doubted he would convince her otherwise. Very well he would let her remain hidden. Besides, he already saw her face, and he had to admit she was cute. Sure it may have been four years he had last gotten off with a girl, but he was lucky that the one who had found him was Aria, someone who was at least attractive. He went to grab his equipment which while he did not have much, he did use it. In fact, he only removed it to have his way with the girl. There was a slight hesitation when she said hold onto her but very quickly a smirk crept across his face." So much for not touching you" He laughed as he walked up to her and wrapped one arm around her waist. He presses his body against her back and since he was still hard he knew she would be able to feel it. Sure he may have not been trying to fuck her now, but he was sure as hell going to mess with her head. Four years, he was going to have fun with this girl. Of coarse just drilling the knowledge that he was a man was not enough, His other wan wrapped around and grabbed hold of her breast. She had hold on and he was going to. It was her fault for saying not her arms or hands. Se said nothing about the rest of her body." Damn this sun" He groaned angrily as they warped out to the lake. It was high noon, and he had to come from inside a dark temple and be basted with sunlight "The hell? Why is it so fucking bright?" Aria knew pretty quickly that she would regret the words she said. But it was the only way to get him out of there. She snarled faintly when he grabbed her, pressing firmly against her back. As soon as his more corporeal nature fell into place... She was going to make his life a living hell storm. He needed to understand that he just couldn't molest people the way he had, and she was going to make it her mission to fuck him up for it. He was holding her, touching her breast, and she was getting enraged even as she played the song. But soon they were on the Island above the temple, sun streaming down around them. She pulled herself from him as rapidly as she possibly could and then stood to the side to watch him. She put her instrument away and adjusted all of her supplies. Furthermore, she had to pick up more food supplies, but that wasn't that big of an issue. Furthermore, she had to make sure that she avoided getting closer to him, at all costs." Because you've been in darkness for many years. It'll take a little to adjust to it. If you like we can cover your eyes with a cloth to help filter the light. It'll make some issues for your vision, for a little bit, but if you just give yourself time to slowly adjust - you'll be fine." She said as she started to walk towards the bridge that had been recently repaired. She wanted to get the hell away from him, the hell away from all of this. But she knew she had a journey to undertake, and that he was part of this journey."WE don't have all day, come on - we have to get you to the Ranch so you can get the Sword... we have other Temples to visit." He glared at her." Cover my Eyes?" he asked with a soft laugh "Yea, I don't think so. Nice Try though." He had figured she had said it as a punishment idea. Since he had molested her in the temple, in fact he had almost raped her, so he figured she was going to do what she could to get revenge on him. In fact, he figured that the idea of Blinding him was one of her top priorities right now. He didn't mind though, he knew it was going to take her quite a bit to forgive him, if she ever did. He could have been nice to her but still four years in there, he wasn't exactly a pro at making friends, and quite frankly its own primal needs had better control over him." Ranch?" Shadow asked with smirk. "Figure the hero of time would be balls deep inside the Princess on a daily basis. Guess even a hero can't get laid by anyone but the common folk once the world is saved."he followed her and wobbled a bit. The sun was harming him a bit, not exactly hurting him but hindering his ability to move. After all, he was a being of darkness, it only made sense that the sun would cancel a lot of that darkness out." Bet you are going to love this. While inside the temple I was the one in charge, I am a fish out of water right now." He gripped onto her shoulder to steady himself. "Until I get use to walking in the sun, you are my crutch." He really had no issue invading her personal bubble, and he also knew she would have to deal with it since it was her duty to get him to come with her. So sure he may invade her personal space but now, he was at least willing to leave her be for the most part." Wish we had waited a bit before warping out. I could probably do much better if the sun was setting, but high noon. Bet you planned it that way." "The Hero of Time decided he wanted a quiet life, with the woman he had come to love." Aria said, a gritty tone in her voice as she stopped walking. He was wobbly, like a newborn foal - and while it was hilarious... It would just cause more issues down the road. With a huff she let him use her for support and slowed her pace so he could follow. Her red eyes were full of anger, but it was mostly frustration that they were being slowed down so much. They were lucky though, the monsters were only in the Temples at this point, with a few in the woods and desert. Most were still hiding, which was a good thing. Not much of a power base yet, from what Queen Zelda and Link had said. "Look, don't blame me. I can't figure out what time it is when I am in there. I don't have a clock, or a watch... Furthermore, I only use my survival skills and nature itself to figure out the time of day." She said in a rather huffy voice, her eyes narrowed as she continued to make her way to the exit of the lake. By now they had changed things, and made a path that people could easily get through. Walking in and out was a pretty simple task at this point. But getting to the Ranch would be a little harder, with him leaning on her like this. The good news was that monsters didn't really come out at day, they were more nighttime occupants. "Be glad it isn't nighttime, because Poe's are still around." She stated as she muttered under her breath and stopped for a moment to pull out her water flask. At least she still had water." If all you are going to do is complain, this journey is going to be annoying as a Stalls." "At night I would probably have an easier time walking." Sure it may have seemed ridiculous that someone who moments ago could have probably walked circles around her was now in need of her help to just stand upright. Still with her support he moved as quickly as he could, part of him figured he could at least get to this ranch and find a place to relax." Sure settle down, quiet life? I should be spreading his seed like any good hero, have the spawn of those who can take over when he is gone. Like now, he can't do his duty so he sent you to get me. When he is dead, who is supposed to save Rule then? You, doubt it, you need me to wield Link's sword. If you could do that, then you could be the hero." Shadow explained. He was really digging though, trying his best to make her realize that she needed him and could hate him all she wanted, but she was stuck with him." Well at least you can hold your own. You may never be the hero of time, but you're far from useless. You did get me out of the temple, so, Thank you."A continued on their way they reached the ranch just as the sun was setting, at this point he was walking on his own, still a little wobbly but not enough to need her for support any longer, and as the sun dipped just below the horizon he felt refreshed his legs working as normal as anybody." Knew it, the sunlight was hindering my ability to walk" he laughed as they entered the ranch. "So this is where Link lives?" "You're having such difficulty because you are still bound by Canon's spell." Aria explained softly, quieting down a little as she walked. She let her own mind focus, looking into her own past and focusing on the key points that would be useful for this journey. Eventually she was completely dry, the Water Temple had not been her most favorite of places. But at least her scarf was safe, and she was fast moving towards her goal. Though not as fast as she would have liked. Shadow just didn't realize that he was going to be changing, but she was going to enjoy seeing the creature of shadows becoming part of the Kylian people." I can't use the Master Sword, which is needed for some aspects of the Journey. If there was a Shaka equal to the Master Sword, still in existence, I would search for it and use it." She explained as she continued to walk across the field. It would be quite the hike, and she was careful to ration her water so that she didn't run out before she could get more supplies. This man just didn't understand that the world had changed, but he would learn pretty quickly. "Mason and Link actually have a little girl, and Mason has another on the way." She commented as she heard Shadow mentioning the fact that he should be creating spawn. In her mind she didn't think Shadow would ever make a good father, much less a good person. There was a lot in life that needed to be in place, before someone could excel at such things. "The Sunlight was hindering you because you were still based more on the shadow magic that Canon used. You'll find it doesn't work as harshly against you, as time goes on." She said this as she came to a stop at the Gates of the Ranch. "Yes, Lon Ranch... run by Link and Mason. He was breaking in some new horses about two weeks ago - when he was thrown and broke his leg on the fence." She was nervous to enter, but she wasn't exactly the most pleased with her company." Alright, let's head in." As they entered the ranch immediately they were greeted by a young woman and a little girl leaving the cow's stable. The woman was stunned for a second, but the little girl was like a ball of energy as she jumped around and attacked Shadow. Obviously mistaking him for her father and Shadow quickly grabbed the little creature and held her by her ankle. "The hell is his thing, She's like some sort of tested with all her jumping around."" Romani that is not daddy" Mason said calmly as Shadow put the young girl down. "I apologize you two. Link is indie the house I am sure he would like to speak with you two." She explained and let them inside the house." Link your kid has more energy than a damn Gordon, she won't stop" Shadow groaned as Romani continued to run at him and attack him." Romani, please leave him alone" Mason sighed as her daughter continued to lunge at shadow. It eventually got to the point where shadow just pinned the little girl down." So What is this quest anyway. You send Aria to break me out of the temple, so I am in her debt. I would just like to know what I am needed for, because after our first encounter, I doubt she would have been so kind had she not needed me or more, or if you had not needed me and sent her to get me." Aria found herself happily blending into the growing shadows, watching everything that happened. Shadow was the most she had talked in a while, and she really did hate talking a lot. She felt it was counterproductive to who and what she was. She merely watched the children with those red eyes, as the little girl started barreling around. Mason looked rather pregnant, and it wouldn't be very long before she gave birth. Which would honestly make Link very happy. They entered the Ranch house, and she stood off to the side. Trying to be polite as everything was handled. She noticed that as soon as Shadow started talking to Link - the Hero of Time was actually very focused on his other half. Mason was off making plates of food, and getting mugs of Lon Milk, which was going to make Aria very happy. She leaned back against a wall, and just watched the two males silently." Ganon is trying to come back, he's been reaching out with power. Some of it's leaking from where he was sealed" Link said as he took the mug of milk from his wife and took a bite of stew by using the bread she had provided. He motioned that Shadow and Aria could both join him in eating, by using his hand. He swallowed and then smiled as he watched the Shaka remove her scarf and dig into the food like she was starving. A simple signal is all he gave for his wife to keep the Shaka's plate full." You see, there is a group out there - we aren't sure who... of Gerardo that didn't agree with losing their King. They've been awakening the Temples first, and are starting to spread darkness. By attacking the Temples - the power bases of the Sages... they will weaken the seal on Canon... That's why we need you, because I can't out and handle this. We don't know if or when the Master Sword will be needed for this quest..." "Shadow Dancers" Shadow responded quietly not bothering to eat, his body was still not requiring nourishment such as the others were, given that it still was not human enough. He was still simply a shadow and while he would become a Kylian eventually, at the moment he did not require the simple necessities that Aria would." I know them pretty well. Prior to Gannon tossing me in that temple, and you're kicking my ass, I was tossed to them. They are, to simply put it, loyal. If they want their king back, they will stop at nothing to get him back. Personally I would have just killed him but I guess that makes you better than me. You let evil manifest with the chance of coming back, I get the job done." Shadow stood up and looked at the master sword on display. "You should have returned this to the resting place." he said. "Change the past protect the future." Shadow knew that had link returned the sword, he would not exist as Gannon would be sealed away and erased from history. But that also meant Shadow would not be worrying about all this and this conversation would not have happened. Turning his head to Aria who was busy eating quite a bit of food Shadow laughed "Replenishing some energy from earlier, huh? Milk may be very helpful. Plus it will help strengthen those bones." He mocked. Sure while it was over, he agreed to help and wan not planning to attack Aria again. He had his fun, if they ever did get into that situation, he would much rather it be on her terms instead of it being rape." Wait what happened?" Link asked"She was wearing your tunic, I thought it was you and tried to kill her, After finding out it wasn't you changed my plan. She convinced me to come here. Leave it at that unless she wants to share more." Shadow explained"Why me?" Link asked"Four years ago we fought, and you kicked my ass, I thought I would never see you again and there were only three people I hate, Gannon, The shadow dancers and you. Ironic how now I need to help you due to our common enemy. However, one I deal with Gannon and put him away from good. We shall duel." He continued "See who should wield the master sword."" Come on Aria let's go, I travel better at night," Shadow said slinging the sward around his shoulder. Aria ate the food, her eyes focused on the surrounding scene. He seemed to think that he was going to run things, but Shadow had a lot of things that would be coming to him. She ate quietly, and accepted the bag that Mason handed her that held supplies. She knew that he was taking the sword, and noticed the way he seemed to strut around like he owned anything Link had. Canon put away for good would be a good thing, dead or locked up. But what Shadow didn't realize that if Canon had never existed... Aria would not have ever met him. He would have never existed as he did, either Her eyes narrowed as Shadow seemed to think he could dictate when she traveled. "Oh, and have you already decided which Temple we are going to? Do you know your way around that well? We still need to borrow his Mirror shield - in case we need it for specific Temples." She commented as she motioned to the Mirror Shield. "Or are you able to mimic that as well?" It seemed that Aria was having none of Shadow's shit at this point. "You may travel well at night, but you also have to remember that you aren't the only one doing this mission. I could give you everything, and you could do it on your own - but you don't know this world as well as I do. You've been in the Water Temple for how long?" She said as she gathered her stuff and stepped up toe to toe with him. She saw the look that Mason gave Link, and the way the pregnant woman giggled as she packed up a few extra bottles of Lon Milk. Slipping them into the bag for the young woman that needed it. Shadow looked at her then the mirror shield. "I guess I'll take that as well. Along with those boots." Shadow said pointing to the hover boots "and your red tunic, I don't need it, but she might. Oh, and that big-ass sword." Shadow added looking at the bighorn sword. He then turned back to Aria "Is there anything else m'lady would like" his tone was sarcastic, but she was right he did not know his way around, and she was going to have to help him." Aside form what Mason is giving her I don't think you will need much else, she has her flute, she has the map, you have the equipment." Link explained "I would suggest the forest temple though. You should both be fine there, and it will help you guys get use to what you will be facing. They haven't attacked the forest temple yet. So the monsters have not reassembled yet, just protect it. That should be easy enough." Shadow nodded and then without warning grabbed the bags and lifted Aria of the ground and hoisted her over the shoulders, no caring about ho embarrassed she may be from that display "So tell me which way to go to get to the temple." Aria wanted to smack him, and she damn well would. Eventually he would be able to feel the pain, and that was when she would retaliate against him for all the slights he was putting towards her. Her eyes narrowed as she worked on putting her scarf back on, and took the bag from Mason. She could hear Link talking to Shadow, and she huffed just a little. They were lucky they had magical bags, because then they could carry everything they needed. She also had wanted to make a stop in Makarios village to fill the rest of her bottles with potions that would make things significantly easier. But he seemed dead set on what he wanted to do." We can start with the Forest Temple, basic defense is easier. I suppose we shall sneak in, and then figure out our way through the forest. I was there once, in the past, and it is not the easiest path. You can get lost easily, and there is a rather nasty Skull Kid that likes to attack travelers." Aria said as she began to prepare the rest of her stuff. But then her anger was through the roof as Shadow threw her over his shoulder." You will put me down immediately, or there will be consequences for your actions." She snarled as she started to kick and punch as hard as she could. She would start stabbing if she needed to, because he was damn well undermining her personal authority and her personal space issues. He was being an absolute ass, and she was more than a little pissed that he was doing this to her. "If you don't put me down, I will not point you in the right direction." That threat did not phase him at all. Quite frankly she was stuck with him so wherever he went she was going to be carried to the same spot." Fine guide me wrong all you want, and get lost with me" he laughed as he carried her with him. However, the second hey were out of the ranch he put her down. "Look I want to get this done as soon as possible, you're wanting to loaf around will slow us down we can get the temple done quickly and be able to relax after. I want Gannon brought back even less than you do. I bet you never even met the man, I did. So its simple, either move your feet or I will carry you, but I am not going to lag behind." He said calmly and grabbed her bag "So guide us oh directional one" He mocked. It took them a few hours to reach Kirk village, and they had some kids guarding the entrance. Shadow simply shoved the kid aside as he entered their sacred ground and let Aria guide them to the entrance of the lost woods." Hey you can't just waltz in here and go there" one Kirk snapped catching up to the two of them." Really because I think we just did" Shadow retorted." That's not what he means." A girl responded "It's not safe he is warning you about the dangers." Aria was outraged by his treatment of her, and even when he set her down she leveled him with a glare. She looked off into the distance, trying to remember what the song for the Forest Temple was - but for the life of her she could not remember. She walked, directing him towards the Village of the Kirk. "So you know, I have more personal interactions with Canon than I would care to remember." She said in a low voice. Her banishment, getting locked up, was via trying to seduce the King and murder him. Seduction had failed, and he had realized her ploy before it had even begun. She was locked up in the Temple of Time as punishment. She walked them straight to where they were going, and then rocked back and forth on her feet as the Kirk spoke to Shadow." Apologies for the rudeness of my partner. We are on a very special mission. If you noticed my friend looks a lot like the Hero of Time - Link - he's his twin of sorts, and Link has sent us on a mission to take care of the Temple here." She said as she brought herself to the level of the Kirk, out of a sign of respect. The male Kirk eyeballed the white haired female and then looked back towards the guy. "Yeah, he looks like Link... He's got the sword too..." "Yes and Like link, we can make it through these woods without a hitch, so don't worry about us" He sighed as he pulled out the bighorn sword. "And if anything does attack us, I'll chop them down to size."" You're still going to get lost" the male spat "So go ahead." Shadow glared at the kid like creature and sighed. Once they had gotten a little deeper in Shadow sighed "Please tell me you know your way around in here because honestly, I'm not keen on being stuck here for a year." The benefit of the lost woods however was the depth of the forest, ad the density of the trees, even if they were stuck when the sun rose, at least he would be in enough shadow coverage to not be hindered by the string light." Seriously you have a map how do you get through this?" Aria was dragged off, after he decided to sass and be an absolute ass to one of the few people that could have helped. "Well if you hadn't of treated that creature like a child - we might be getting through this. Kirk look like children, but they are hundreds of years old." Aria snapped at him as she pulled herself to a stop at the same stump they had passed six times. She sat down, huffing a little as she pulled some food out of the bag, giving herself a snack. They had already been wandering for several hours, and this was all his fault that they were lost. She watched him with those angry red eyes, as she chewed on a piece of bread and cheese." There is not 'map' for the Lost Woods. There is a pattern, but you have to come here constantly to memorize it. I have never had the chance to travel through this place - not on my own - so I didn't map out the path to here. But if you hadn't of rushed us, AGAIN, we might be getting through this." The woman said as she washed her food down with a sip of milk from the bottle she held. "Not that it matters to you, you can'tfeelanything... so it makes you feel like you can be a total dick." Yeah, she was rather bitchy, but he had brought it on himself. "How did I suppose to know they were ancient, they look like children, sound like children, hell they acted like children, thinking they were superior" He sighed and leaned against one of trees while she sat down to eat. He could have been an ass again and rushed her to eat, but he was getting the idea that wile he and no need for human necessities she did, and if he wanted to progress, he would have to let her satisfy these needs."Oh, no you have it all wrong" he explained "See while I have no need for food, or rest, heck I might not even need to breathe. And I do not feel pain, emotions are a weakness and really I just don't have to stop to rest. But when it comes to feel..." he said holding up the hand that had molested her the day prior "Yea, I felt everything." As he said that he noticed a small figure watching them and quickly rushed it." What the hell are you?" He asked holding this creature that seemed to be made of wood upside down. "Do you know your way through here?" The creature did not answer to which Shadow grew annoyed "Look either lead us through this forest or I'll chop you into firewood."" No don't I'll help" the creature replied quickly." See Aria, I could have been nice to those kids, I could have been nice to this thing, but it seems violence and bag evil is getting us where we need to go." Aria silently ate her food, just glaring at the man that seemed to think that he could just bust his way through everything. He was going to have to learn that violence wasn't always the option. That some of the races they encountered would rather die if it meant that they didn't have to give information. But those same races, with the right application of charm, could be coerced into aiding or helping. She finished her food and started to down more milk. She was watching him, and feeling a strange sense rising through her. As much as she wanted to go against it, she was feeling some sort of strange attraction to the male." That's a Skull Kid, you moron." Aria said as she picked her bag up and hauled it over her shoulder and strapped it into place. "Yes, but mean to the damn thing. It's nothing big... just the spirit of a kid that got lost and died." She chided him as she walked over to him the skull kid. "Don't mind my idiot Quest-mate... He doesn't know anything but violence. We are trying to get to the Forest Temple, Some very not nice people are trying to bring Canon Back..." She said as she looked at the little creature." I figure you don't want that, you'd rather be able to travel all the woods - instead of being limited to certain sections because of the monsters his people will bring back, right? Can you guide us to the Forest Temple?" "Why are you being nice to it? It's a creature and you are a superior being. Its lucky I didn't kill it right off the bat." Shadow replied smugly." You're lucky you didn't ill me right off the bat. You're lost, and I know how to get to the entrance of the forest temple. We will be stopped by goblins, but if you can take care of them I can guide you through that." Shadow looked at him confused. "The fuck is a Goblin?" The skull kid looked at shadow and then at Aria. "Is he serious? How can anyone want to stop Gannon and not know what a Goblin is?" That sentence annoyed Shadow even more than had already been. Smug little smart ass, if they didn't need him that would have ended the Skull kids life right there, but it seemed Aria was more in touch with the creature. It meant that he had to play nice, as little as felt like doing so." Fine, we'll take care of the goblins, you guide us. But if I catch whiff of you trying to lead us astray, I'll slice you down."" Boy, you must make friends easily" the skull kid replied. "Can I at least walk?"" Nope" Shadow replied "Not going to let you run off on us. While Aria might be motivation to stay, I think my intimidation may outweigh her looks." "You'll catch more flies with honey, than you shall with vinegar." Aria snapped at the male as she looked towards the Skull Kid, she hoped that the creature would not curse her for how his companion was acting. She couldn't control Shadow, and that much was obvious. She was going to do her best to help them, but she wasn't completely sure on what would happen in the future." Moblins are dangerous creatures, often covered in armor or bearing strong weapons. You have to hit them a lot, usually, to take them down. Some of them are smarter than others, those use projectiles instead of swords and shields." She said as she kept walking and then stopped at the argument." This is stupid. Put the Skull kid down, you come here." Aria said as she reached into her pouch for a small chunk of rope. Shadowy magic flared across it, and she held it out to the creature. "Will you swear, and wear this until we have been guided safely. Upon that I swear that I will not harm you, and I will defend you against my companion if he seeks to harm you. When your task is complete the rope will fall off..." She said as she extended it. "This way you can lead us around, and Shadow doesn't have to be an asshole about you possibly running off." Shadow just looked at her and then at the skull kid. The skull kid looked at Shadow then at Aria. While it didn't Ike the idea of being on a rope, it sounded better than being in Shadow's grasp." For a lovely girl like you, you can tie me up whenever you want" the skull kid responded to which only ended up with him being held upside down by the ankle." Watch yourself, She's mine, I don't need some little piece of shit like you going after her. I'll have enough to worry about with the monsters running around"Sure it sounded like he was claiming Aria as his property, but he was referring more to the fact that it was his duty to protect her. Sure he was supposed to be a hero, and slay Gannon. That is why he had the aster sword. But under that, he felt protecting Aria was his duty as well, regardless of what he did to her in the water temple, that was behind him, her protection was his concern, and having a little creature hit on her was not sitting well with him." He makes another comment like that and I will slice him down." Shadow responded as he held the kid still as Aria tied him up. "Serious kid, give me a reason because I want to so badly." You should conserve your energy for the Goblins."" I don't need to rest" Shadow sighed "I'm not exactly human." "I'm not tying you up." Aria said with a slight twitch to the corner of her eye. For a moment she contemplated letting Shadow knock the creature around, mostly because he was getting on her nerves a hell of a lot more than Shadow was at the current moment. She drew in a deep calming breath and tied the small piece of rope around the creatures' wrist, and the item shrunk to fit. The shadowy magic would bind him from running away, and he wouldn't be able to leave them till after he had delivered them to the Forest Temple." Alright... lead onwards, We will fight the goblins - you stay out of the way." She said to the Skull Kid as she turned her attention fully on her partner for the quest. "Don't hurt him because you might mess up the magic I am using. We have to get going, and we have to move faster. I want to make camp and get some rest before we enter the Temple. Link told me, before, that most of the Temples have a small place you can rest just before you enter." She commented as she crossed her arms and then motioned for everyone else to get moving. She would follow behind everything, and prepare herself. Furthermore, she was better with her throwing knives, but could use her long dagger as a sword - when the need was to be had. But she was also better at sensing the approach of things, and could better guard them from surprise attacks. "No promises" Shadow sighed and dropped the sword on the kid letting the hilt land directly on the skull and bounce back up as Shadow grabbed it." Ow" The kid growled to which Shadow just pointed the tip of the blade at him. "One complaint, and I will slice you down." Which was more than just threat as Shadow did not like the skull kid. The pair were led to the lost woods labyrinth and Shadow could hear the grunt on the goblins on patrol." Well this is it. The Temple is just beyond here." The skull kid said calmly "Can I go now?"" Sure" Shows smirked and tossed the kid into the maze itself only to hear a large snort as he watched a Goblin charge by the entrance rushing the kid." Aggressive creature aren't they?" Shadow laughed as he pulled out his Sword and waited for the next goblin walk by before slicing it down." Come on, let's go. While I could probably hack these guys down all day long, I rather get to the temple." "Oh come on, cut the shit, Shadow." Aria muttered as they walked through the woods. Getting through the Lost Woods was the hard part, but with the Skull Kid they managed. She even took time to memorize the pattern that they took, so she could reverse it to get them out. Though technically they could use the music of another Temple to get away. Unfortunately some of the temples musical platforms had been destroyed, so they would have to discover other ways to get to them." Yes, they are aggressive, like another individual I know." Aria said dryly as she ran her hand over her bangs to put them back into order. Her eyes narrowed as she stuck to the back still. Shaking her head a little as she followed after him. She hated that she couldn't do this herself, but there were some things that could only be taken out by that sword. Which was something she was not qualified to wield. "Well we are getting there at least. ." She muttered as she shifted just a little." Hey, what about getting up on the top of the hedges here? They look solid enough to jump across. Could avoid the Goblins completely?" Shadow was about to have fun slicing down these big beasts when she mentioned the hedges. Perhaps that would be quicker, but he really wanted to let out some aggression as the other option he saw was not going to be readily available anytime soon Besides he already damn well near raped her, so he doubted she would willingly spread hr legs for him." I'll give ya a boost if you want, but I figured I would slay these bastards." He laughed and combed a hand through his hair before twirling the two swords in his hands showing off a bit. "But I guess a boost would also keep you out of the way for now." He heard the clunking of another goblin make it around the corner and poked his head out just to see it charge and as it passed him stuck out both sword slicing the goblin cleanly as both blades were dripping with fresh blood. Turning back to her, she would see the same expression he had when she had first met him, the one he had just before pinning her down and molesting her body. However, unlike before she was not his focus this time, instead it was more like he was focused on the kill. "So take the boost, or stick behind me while I cut these bastards down to size." With that he rushed forwards and jumped at the wall and off of it disappearing behind the corner for a second with a moment later a head of a pig-man rolling into view. "It's actually a little too easy. They make too much noise, there is no surprise" Aria rolled her eyes and gave him a rather strange look. "You think I need a boost to get up there? I'll meet you at the end..." She said as she stepped back for a moment and gauged the space. As soon as he cut down his next goblin she ran down the pathway and jumped into the air, pushing herself off of the wall in front of her and pushing off backwards in the direction of one of the ledges nearby so she could get an extra boost to grab it." See you there, I'll have to make camp and rest, but we should get into the temple soon." She called down to him rather cheerfully, it seemed strange that she was cheerful - given all the recent stuff. But she had basically just done something that was probably unexpected of her. But then again she was a Shaikh and that meant she could perform things that other people could not.

Shadows of Hyrule (TDM and Gashnaw)|rating:2.0

Test of Spite_ Talic vs Sallera

This is the thread for ECL 13 match between Italic and Smaller. PM character sheets to (to maintain that secret agent feeling). Agree on Buff time. Agree on Arena Setup, per Test of Spite rules. If you choose random, will determine a random arena, and weather conditions. If you choose to let decide, he will do so. I'm flexible on buff time, so if you have a preference, let me know. As for arena? The best I can think of is:130x130x30 natural cavern. Light is available, but not bright to the point of being an issue for light sensitive races. No wind, no water, no adverse weather. Nice, simple, bland. Shareable if you shape battlefields, open if you don't.(reason for 130 as a choice is that A-Z and 1-26 make a nice square, and twenty-six 5 foot squares is 130 feet. In short, it makes it easy to draw a map up) Works for me. I don't care much about buff time; one round? A few rounds? Your choice, really. One round works for me. My one round:Spoiler Hide Activate Ring of Invisibility, Hide: (1d20+45)[62] (+40 if target cannot See Invisibility) Move Silent: (1d20+46)[66] Assuming we start 120 feet from one another (5 feet in from an edge, opposite edge), I am not visible to the naked eye. Spot/Listen, as well as magical detection, may offer additional clues. Map is designed, and is in the process of uploading to photobucket. Unfortunately, at my present location, I have to rely on e-mail upload. Buff round:Spoiler Hide UMD wand of mirror image (1d20+14)[29] (1d4)[3] Activate Ring of Blinking. Four images of a lightly armored gnome flicker in and out of existence at the far edge of the cavern. Arena, pending your approval. Spoiler Hide Agreed. Are we waiting for the DM now? I can GM, if you'd like. Please I'm me when you find that you are both ready. Sorry, didn't have much time this evening. I'll be watching this tomorrow evening, so just let me know when you're ready. Initiative:(1d20+6)[18] Initiative:(1d20+7)[8]...nice. Starting location B13; as I'm visible, feel free to begin. I will be starting in Y10. Currently not visible without some method of detection on your part. My turn (non-observables spoilered):Spoiler Hide Double move-half speed to U6. Hide: (1d20+45)[49] +20 if opponent cannot detect invisibility Move Silently: (1d20+46)[57] +1 for every 10 feet of distance between us. Done. Still not visible without some detection means. If you were to go ahead and run through your turn, I think that would go well, Italic. I will, largely, be unavailable tomorrow due to a moderately serious emergency in my peer group. Run through? Elaborate. I've taken the entire turn, and declared turn end. I can't supply my opponent with information without knowing the buffs/abilities she has related to detection. Eff, I just remembered I have lucky start, but you were faster. At any rate, I'll cast See Invisibility. Activate Winged Boots. If I see Italic, I'll move 50ft towards him and 20ft up. If not, I'll move to L13, 20ft up. Edit: There's actually no real reason to spoiler that, if it'll keep the match moving. As I have your character sheet, in the future would you prefer that I make these checks for you? Spot(1d20+17)[27], Listen(1d20+16)[26]. There shouldn't be any vision limit under these conditions. And yes, feel free to make those if necessary. Based on See invisibility and those spot/Listen checks, you see nothing. My action: Moving: Location Spoiler Hide Q10, double-move, half speed Hide(in Plain Sight):(1d20+45)[60]Move Silently:(1d20+46)[50] You don't need a shadow for Hips, I take it. This is going to be... interesting. And probably short. Anyway, sheathe dagger while moving to R5, 25ft up., quick draw wand of shield.UMD(1d20+14)[33]. Spot(1d20+17)[28]and Listen(1d20+16)[36]are probably pointless right now. No, I've got the Ranger variant, not the Shadow dancer variant. I prefer my Hips to function in AMF... And when I snipe, my hide check goes into the "detectable" range. My action: Moving. Spoiler Hide to R5 (single move, -5 penalties) Move: Hear the unseen. Listen: (1d20+20)[35] vs DC 25. If successful, I pinpoint all foes within 30 feet. Done. Yeah, I was thinking about that. Since me and my three clones are still fumbling around blindly here, move to R17, same altitude, sheathing wand. Quick draw wand of grease, ready action to cast under your feet if I see you within the 30ft range. Preemptive UMD of(1d20+14)[28]. Oops, forgot spot/listen.(1d20+17)[19]/(1d20+16)[22]. If you hadn't moved, I'd have still been in the 30-foot range. Of course, with your altitude, there's all of about 4 squares you can target, lol. 1 sec, and I'll plot my move. He-he, forgot how high up I was, but it was a fairly long shot anyway. Snipe from current location:Attack:(1d20+20)[39]Miss chance:(1d4)[3](1 hits)If hit:(2d4+4)[8]Force damage If threat:(1d20+20)[39]If CRT:(1d4+4)[5]additional Spoiler Hide 5 footstep to R6 Hide:(1d20+29)[41](able sniper feat provides +4 to after-snipe hiding)MS:(1d20+26)[30]Done. That would be one dead image, then. Suppose I should roll my spot/listen first...(1d20+17)[24]/(1d20+16)[28] Alright, I still have no clue where you are. Going to sheath the wand of grease and draw my dagger, moving down 15 ft. Ready action to scorching ray (UMD(1d20+14)[15]) if I see you in range. Snipe again! Attack:(1d20+20)[26]Miss chance:(1d4)[2]If hit:(2d4+4)[11]If threat:(1d20+20)[21]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7]additional Followup:Spoiler Hide Woodland Archer lets me move. R5 to R8 (half-move) Hide:(1d20+29)[45]MS:(1d20+25)[41] Another image goes poof. Spot/listen(1d20+17)[18]/(1d20+16)[30] ... actually, there wasn't even any point in trying that time. Having no other options, I suppose I'll be forced to float here, sheath dagger, and attempt to refresh my images by wand. UMD(1d20+14)[24], images(1d4)[2]. Looks like we're back up to 1 in 3. My turn:Move:Spoiler Hide Double move to R11 Hide:(1d20+45)[63]MS:(1d20+46)[47] ... right then, not going to bother spotting. Swap wands for lesser vigor, UMD(1d20+14)[20]. Fly to G16. Move:Spoiler Hide Full Run to G16 Hide:(1d20+25)[34]MS:(1d20+26)[35]Edit: I count a move action to put up a wand, a move action to move and draw another... Where are you getting the action for Activating it? Sheath while moving, quick-draw? I was under the impression that one could sheath while moving as well as draw, but if that's incorrect, I suppose I'm still back there. Nah, but I'm not attacking this round either, so you have another round to do it. In fact, note the above lack of an attack! :Edit: let me double-check the ruling for draw/ move. Originally Posted by SRD Draw/Sheathe Draw or Sheathe a Weapon Drawing a weapon so that you can use it in combat, or putting it away so that you have a free hand, requires a move action. This action also applies to weapon-like objects carried in easy reach, such as wands. If your weapon or weapon-like object is stored in a pack or otherwise out of easy reach, treat this action as retrieving a stored item. If you have a base attack bonus of +1 or higher, you may draw a weapon as a free action combined with a regular move. If you have the Two-Weapon Fighting feat, you can draw two light or one-handed weapons in the time it would normally take you to draw one. Drawing ammunition for use with a ranged weapon (such as arrows, bolts, sling bullets, or shrike) is a free action. So while it's a no, I'll give it to you. Alright, sorry about that. I guess that means my wands of shield and grease are now lying on the ground in F13 and R13, respectively, having been dropped instead of sheathed. Spot/listen(1d20+17)[21]/(1d20+16)[26]....my perception really sucks this match. Spoiler Hide Move: Hear the unseen. Listen DC25 to pinpoint. (1d20+20)[22] Hide:(1d20+45)[55]MS:(1d20+46)[49] Turn continued:Spoiler Hide Hear the unseen again: (1d20+20)[26] Edit: Done. Just so you know, I can't sneak attack you. My damage will never get better than 2d4+4, lol. Alright, so I'm at G16, holding vigor, having taken an extra round to get there. No point in spotting... swap to the dagger, ready scorching ray, UMD(1d20+14)[33]. I'll be sniping, again... With my eyes closed. Attack:(1d20+20)[33]Total Concealment roll:(1d100)[53]1-50 hits (you're pinpointed, so I know your square)If hit:(2d4+4)[9]If threat:(1d20+20)[30]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7]Hide:(1d20+29)[32]MS:(1d20+26)[39]Edit: Totally whiffed you. =/ You're not using spells for this, are you? Spot/listen(1d20+17)[21]/(1d20+16)[26]. And once again I prove my inability to break 30 on a spot check. (1d20+17)[19]/(1d20+16)[25]. Readying another ray. No, I'm not using spells right now. Snipe attack again, with eyes closed. Attack:(1d20+20)[30](17-20)Ignore Concealment, per woodland archer feat. If hit:(2d4+4)[9]If threat:(1d20+20)[24]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[43]MS:(1d20+26)[45] Move to G20. Ready ray. Move:Spoiler Hide to G20. Hear the unseen: (1d20+20)[26] Hide:(1d20+40)[47]MS:(1d20+41)[42] Move to R17, ready ray. Snipe from position:Attack:(1d20+20)[33]Image roll:(1d3)[1]If hit:(2d4+4)[8]If threat:(1d20+20)[36]If CRT:(1d4+4)[8]Hide:(1d20+29)[46]MS:(1d20+26)[37] Hey, look! I almost have a 5% chance of making my listen. Edit:Move down to the ground, pick up wand of grease and sheath it with offhand. Snipe:(1d20+20)[36]17-20 x2Images:(1d3)[3](1 hits)If hit:(2d4+4)[12](force)If threat:(1d20+20)[24]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7] Are you ignoring concealment at this point? I'm rolling on mirror images, not on concealment. I only snipe blind if I'm within 30 feet, and you don't move for a turn. Right, I was just thinking blinking, but that wore off about 4 rounds ago. >>;; Spot/listen(1d20+17)[29]/(1d20+16)[28], you didn't post your post-snipe hiding yet. Hide:(1d20+29)[41]MS:(1d20+26)[34] Alright, reactivate ring of blinking and move to F13. Just to give myself a reference point, so I don't forget, Spoiler Hide 1 round left on shield, 2 on images, 6 on lesser vigor, 7 on blinking. Fair enough. SnipeAttack:(1d20+20)[29]Images:(1d2)[1]1 hits Blink:(1d100)[77]1-50 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[6]If threat:(1d20+20)[37]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[34]MS:(1d20+26)[28] Is the force damage just sometimes, then? Spot/listen(1d20+17)[33]/(1d20+16)[23]. *sigh* By one. Sheath dagger, quick draw wand of mirror image, UMD(1d20+14)[27], [1d4]. Oops, (1d4)[2]. It's a Small Psychokinetic Force Light Crossbow. It's always. Blinking miss chance should only be 20% then, for concealment. Then it's 1–80 hits, not 1-50. Alright, I'll activate my chronogram on that one then, keep it a miss. Back to you. Sigh. Where is true seeing when you need it? Snipe:(1d20+20)[28]Images:(1d3)[3]1 is you, 2-3 is images. Concealment:(1d100)[74]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[6]If threat:(1d20+20)[21]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[34]MS:(1d20+25)[40] Spot/Listen(1d20+17)[32]/(1d20+16)[22]. Snipe:(1d20+20)[33]Images:(1d2)[1]1 is you, 2 is image. Concealment:(1d100)[74]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[9]If threat:(1d20+20)[34]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7]Hide:(1d20+29)[45]MS:(1d20+25)[34] So close, and yet so far... guess I'll re-image. UMD(1d20+14)[16], (1d4)[4]. Sheathe grease wand.(Hey, it's either wait in hopes of spotting you by some miraculous convergence of rolls, or start blanketing the arena with grease in hopes you'll slip and curse.) Edit: Figures, roll higher than 2 and fail the UMD. >>;; That hit, although you might have waited until after my turn. o0Spot/listen(1d20+17)[35]/(1d20+16)[26]. UMD(1d20+14)[17], (1d4)[2]. Pick up shield wand. Edit: Going to sleep now. Err, sorry, saw the spot and jumped the gun. You mean crossbow. Do you need anything from me? I'm up to speed on the thread, so I suppose not. Didn't see any errors. I check my PMs with a solid degree of regularity, so tap me should I not see something happen that's important. No problem, since I failed anyway. I'll be around most of this evening, so whenever you want to resume. Go for it. As our two turns should be transposed, that puts it at your turn again. Should be yours again, I failed a second round of images there. Ah... Then Snipe! Attack:(1d20+20)[38]***Critical Threat***Images:(1d2)[2]1 is you. Concealment (If Applicable):(1d100)[40]1-80 hits Damage:(2d4+4)[8]If threat:(1d20+20)[34]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[46]MS:(1d20+26)[28] Sorry, campaign was tonight. Spot/listen(1d20+17)[22]/(1d20+16)[28]. Edit: where do I hear you from? I'm including modifiers for sniping, movement over 50%, and the Run action, where appropriate. Those are actions that apply to hide. Distance applies to your listen check (-1 per 10 feet), and the penalty means you don't hear. Skies. UMD(1d20+14)[15], (1d4)[1].*sigh*. Sheath shield wand, done. Snipe:Attack:(1d20+20)[38]***Critical Threat***No Mirror images! Concealment (Where appropriate):(1d100)[92]1-80 hits ***Aw, Crap***If hit:(2d4+4)[10]If threat:(1d20+20)[22]If CRT: +(1d4+4)[5] Followup Hide:(1d20+29)[35]MS:(1d20+26)[42] Spot/Listen:(1d20+17)[28]/(1d20+16)[33] UMD(1d20+14)[20], (1d4)[1]. Seems the only thing I can roll well on is the Listen, which doesn't matter. But at least I got 1 image... Snipe! Attack:(1d20+20)[33]Image:(1d2)[2]1=you ***Saved by your mirrors, dang it***Conceal:(1d100)[49]1-80 hit Damage:(2d4+4)[12]If threat:(1d20+20)[33]If CRT:(1d4+4)[5]Hide:(1d20+29)[47]MS:(1d20+26)[39]EDIT: Wait! Last round, you rolled a 1 on that wand. Originally Posted by SRD, UMD Try Again Yes, but if you ever roll a natural 1 while attempting to activate an item, and you fail, then you can’t try to activate that item again for 24 hours. You can't use the Mirror image wand anymore. Oh, I missed that. Max damage to me. Elm, swap to shield wand. UMD(1d20+14)[34]. Edit: Oh, and the ring just wore off again. Snipe:Attack:(1d20+20)[34]Conceal:(1d100)[49]1-80 hit, if needed Damage:(2d4+4)[7]If threat:(1d20+20)[27]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[39]MS:(1d20+26)[36] Cast Invisibility. Spoiler Hide Move to L13. Hide/MS(1d20+31)[34]/(1d20+27)[45]. Listen:(1d20+20)[34]Spot:(1d20+30)[33]Hide:(1d20+45)[46]MS:(1d20+46)[56] Active Spot (Move Action):(1d20+30)[43] Spoiler Hide Swap to Lesser Vigor, UMD (1d20+14)[24]. Hide/MS(1d20+31)[36]/(1d20+27)[46]. Does Umping impose a penalty on MS? Edit: Sorry, I'm being too hasty here. Leave this for later... Right, so you note my presence to the east.Edit: Blew, can't keep my hiding rules straight. I didn't include the bonus from being invisible. No, it does not. Only thing that may is if the wand/item produces a visible effect. Also, when invisible, I can only detect within 30 feet. Beyond that, spot doesn't detect. Alright, so unless you had something else to do in your previous turn, my actions remain the same aside from a +20 on the hide check and you can continue. Edit: Keeping my buffs straight. Spoiler Hide 11 rounds on lesser vigor, 9 on shield. Nah. Spot:(1d20+45)[47]-15 oops =32Listen:(1d20+46)[58]-26 oops = 32More to come. Edit: 'Kay... Alright, I'm not sure what kind of precision the listen gets you, but I'm several feet to the east of F13. Listen: pinpoint = beat DC by 20. Listen: General distance and direction = Beat DC by 10. Make DC: Cardinal direction. No actions. Well, it's a pity it had to come to this, but... Swap wands to Grease, (1d20+14)[17], on K-L, 19-20. Break INVS, I'm in L13. Edit: Or just fail some more. Magic aptitude and skill focus: UMD would put you at +19... That would autopays wand. Snipe: Attack:(1d20+20)[24] Damage: (2d4+4)[11] If threat: (1d20+20)[31] If CRT: (1d4+4)[7] Hide: (1d20+29)[32] MS: (1d20+25)[44]EDIT: You only break stealth if you area hit somewhere I'm at. Aye, it's clearly not a very well-built character. >>;; I was expecting casters, really, so much of what I had was based on countering that. The wands weren't intended to be my primary combat mechanism. Anyway, that one actually just plain missed AC. Spot/listen(1d20+17)[35]/(1d20+16)[25]. Edit: Figures, I -finally- pass a spot check, and... By the same token, Mirror image is not a spell to leave to chance. My action instead is to take no action. Quiet and stealthy. You run out of hiding spells before I run out of hiding ability. Aye. Although we'll be here for the next ten minutes if we both just hide. (Of course, thatwouldend with me at full HP, like as not, but it's too tedious to go through all that.) So I think we'll just hurry things toward their natural conclusion and dismiss the invisibility, then swap to the dagger. Better yet, I'm going to posit that I won't move while you heal to full and wait it out. That way, when the effect ends, you have a full round of actions. We can call it a... Fast-forward, if you like. Alright, thanks.UMD(1d20+14)[34]- lesser vigorUMD(1d20+14)[22]- ""UMD(1d20+14)[27]- ""UMD(1d20+14)[32]- ""UMD(1d20+14)[30]- shield UMD (1d20+14)[17] UMD (1d20+14)[19] UMD (1d20+14)[24].- extras Then activate ring on last round before, and end visible turn with dagger drawn. Spoiler Hide 8 rounds on shield, 6 on blinking. Snipe! Attack:(1d20+20)[34]Conceal:(1d100)[73]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[10]If threat:(1d20+20)[32]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[30]MS:(1d20+25)[38] Spot/listen(1d20+17)[27]/(1d20+16)[33]. Can't even beat the 1. Swap to vigor again, UMD(1d20+14)[30], (1d4)[1]. Edit: included my 1d4 for images in there by mistake. I am going to wait 20 rounds. Take any actions you want until then. If you manage to hit a square I'm in, I'll change actions from that point on. Hide:(1d20+45)[61]MS:(1d20+46)[66] Hmm. Alright then, I suppose after a few rounds of nothing, I'll start tossing darts.(1d20+17)[24]- M10(1d2)[1]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+12)[29]- L10(1d2)[2]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+17)[32]- K10(1d2)[1]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+12)[17]- J11(1d2)[1]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+17)[23]- I12(1d2)[2]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+12)[25]- I13(1d2)[2]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+17)[25]- I14(1d2)[2]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+12)[29]- J15(1d2)[1]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+17)[33]- K16(1d2)[1]concealment - 1 hits(1d20+12)[17]- L16(1d2)[2]concealment - 1 hits Presuming, naturally, that this was just showing off and not actually effective, I'll then collect the darts with the next 10 turns, ending in L16 with dagger out, about one or two rounds before your next action. Fair enough, no hits. My turn: Snipe! Attack:(1d20+20)[35]Conceal, if applicable:(1d100)[82]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[9]If threat:(1d20+20)[31]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7]Hide:(1d20+29)[36]MS:(1d20+26)[40] Spot/listen(1d20+17)[34]/(1d20+16)[33]. Cast Protection from Law. XD Probably not relevant, but regardless. Move to T8. Oh, and that did hit, Blink's not up at the moment. Snipe:Roll:(1d20+20)[24]If Hit:(2d4+4)[9]If Threat:(1d20+20)[37]If CRT:(1d4+4)[8]Hide:(1d20+29)[48]MS:(1d20+26)[37]EDIT: Protection from X won't work, I'm Neutral. Activate ring of blinking, swap to wand of shield. Ah, fuzzy blinking again! SnipeAttack:(1d20+20)[35]Conceal:(1d100)[18]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[10]If threat:(1d20+20)[23]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[36]MS:(1d20+26)[39] Spot/listen(1d20+17)[22]/(1d20+16)[25]. Shield: UMD(1d20+14)[27]. Swap to Lesser Vigor. Snipe again. Attack:(1d20+20)[26]Conceal:(1d100)[45]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[6]If threat:(1d20+20)[21]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7]Hide:(1d20+29)[39]MS:(1d20+26)[46] Lesser Vigor: UMD(1d20+14)[18]. Edit: never mind, failed. Done. Snipe again. Attack:(1d20+20)[36]Conceal:(1d100)[67]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[12]If threat:(1d20+20)[26]If CRT:(1d4+4)[5]Hide:(1d20+29)[30]MS:(1d20+26)[46]EDIT: Provided they've all hit, that's 46 damage since the 20 round wait. Spot/listen(1d20+17)[26]/(1d20+16)[31]. UMD(1d20+14)[29]again. That's better. Re-activate boots, move to T20. Edit: And yes, it would have been, but your second-last shot missed. So 40 damage, and you'll start healin' from that wand next turn. On a side note, there's no penalty to move silent while sniping, just hiding. If I'd have known that, I wouldn't have silent moves on my armor. Sigh. Current location (so I don't have to dig for it several pages back):Spoiler Hide G20 Snipe:Attack:(1d20+20)[40]***Critical Threat***Conceal:(1d100)[88]1-80 hits ***Concealment Miss***If hit:(2d4+4)[10]If threat:(1d20+20)[28]If CRT:(1d4+4)[5]Hide:(1d20+29)[43]Move Silent:(1d20+45)[50] o.o That was close. Move to Z26, sheath wand. You're at 38 damage now... Snipe! Attack:(1d20+20)[35]Conceal: Ignore this round, per Woodland Archer feat (if I miss a foe due to concealment, on the following round, I ignore concealment miss chance)If Hit:(2d4+4)[9]If Threat:(1d20+20)[36]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[42]MS:(1d20+46)[55] Move to M13, done. Assuming a 35 hit, that puts you at 45. Snipe:(1d20+20)[23]Conceal:(1d100)[76]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[10]If threat:(1d20+20)[28]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7]Hide:(1d20+29)[45]MS:(1d20+46)[60] I am keeping track of my stats. Move to R13, drawing dagger, and swing at a suspicious looking rock (S13).(1d20+18)[25](1d2)[1]- 1 hits That's an impressive dagger swing. And I was keeping track more for me. Snipe:Attack:(1d20+20)[35]Conceal:(1d100)[66]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[9]If threat:(1d20+20)[30]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7]Hide:(1d20+29)[31]MS:(1d20+46)[51]non-visible actions:Spoiler Hide Opponent: 50 at start of her turn, unless junkies are up. Woodland archer free move: G20 to J20 That be all. Ooh, I get to make a spot check again. ^^;;(1d20+17)[21]. Eh, sod it, active spot, just because I can.(1d20+17)[22]. ... and one more, just to prove my inadequacy.(1d20+17)[25]There, conclusive proof that Olidammara hates me. Snipe:Attack:(1d20+20)[24]Conceal:(1d100)[29]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[12]If threat:(1d20+20)[21]If CRT:(1d4+4)[7]Hide:(1d20+29)[48]MS:(1d20+46)[58]Non-Observables:Spoiler Hide 48 damage at the start of her turn, plus this if it hits. Free woodland move: J20 to M20 Charge to M15, strike at the dust in L16.(1d20+20)[21](1d2)[2]- 1 hits... yes, he's pretty much equal opportunity hate at this point. Edit: Maybe we're boring him? Spoiler Hide 2 on shield, 4 on vigor. Snipe:Attack:(1d20+20)[21]Conceal:(1d100)[4]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[12]If threat:(1d20+20)[36]If CRT:(1d4+4)[6]Hide:(1d20+29)[45]MS:(1d20+46)[65]Spoiler Hide 46+above for opponent. Free move:M20 to Q20 Perform (Wand Juggling):(1d20-2)[17]. UMD(1d20+14)[28]whichever one I end up holding at M11 (or me, if appropriate).(1d4)[1]. Edit: Lesser Vigor refreshed. Snipe:Attack:(1d20+20)[32]Conceal:(1d100)[29]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[6]If threat:(1d20+20)[28]If CRT:(1d4+4)[5]Hide:(1d20+29)[45]MS:(1d20+46)[62]Non-observables:Spoiler Hide 44 for opponent+ this round. Free move: Q20 to Q17 Move actions to sheath two of the wands, leaving me with Shield and the dagger. Snipe:Attack:(1d20+20)[32]Conceal:(1d100)[83]1-80 hits If hit:(2d4+4)[10]If threat:(1d20+20)[30]If CRT:(1d4+4)[8]Hide:(1d20+29)[33]MS:(1d20+46)[58]Non-observables:Spoiler Hide 50+above. No Movement. Blink wore off a few rounds ago, that's a hit. Spot(1d20+17)[37]. ... I don't suppose you're within 45ft? .... Sigh. Able to be seen in Q17. 35 feet away. Huh. This might actually get interesting. Okay, fly towards you, tumbling(1d20+23)[32]through your square to end up in R17, using Acrobatic Backstab to attempt to render you flatfooted. Stab you(1d20+18)[25], dealing 1 +(6d6)[21]SA damage if applicable, and also activating Greater Dispelling and the Lesser Revelation Crystal if I hit. You do hit. However, I've got 13 rogue levels. Even if I'm flatfooted, I keep my DEX to AC, unless you have 17. Cite source for Greater Dispelling, and I'll look up revelation in MIC. Gotcha. Greater Dispelling is also MIC, it's basically targeted Greater Dispel with +15, twice(?) a day on hit. So, I glow, but that's something I can work around. Move: Hide. I have no cover, I have no concealment, but I need neither. Hide in plain sight, but unlike that pansy Shadow dancer, I don't even need a shadow. Or magic. Let's limit you to a glowy spot for a round. Hide:(1d20+45)[63]Move Silent:(1d20+46)[58]The Glowy Light moves 15 feet away, to U17. Figures, you don't even have anything for me to dispel. Anyway, follow to T17 and attempt to Scorching Ray the shiny.(1d20+14)[20], attack(1d20+17)[29], damage(4d6)[13]. Oops, forgot my concealment roll.(1d2)[2]1 hits.... curses. Random note to self: look up what the fourth chronogram does. >>;; And, I'm gone, like a poof in the... well, something. Non-observables:Spoiler Hide Move from U17 to T23, double move, 1/2 movement Hide:(1d20+45)[58]MS:(1d20+46)[54] Well, I consider going invisible again and healing myself, but given that I have about a 1% chance of seeing you each round, and sight gives me a 50% chance of taking two rounds to do 15 damage... and you probably won't make the mistake of firing from in range again... and presumably have some method of healing yourself in the 6 minutes I spend sneaking around... yes, I think I might just concede this one. I don't have any tricks left - at least, none that'll work on you. Maybe if you had limited ammo and I hadn't screwed up my mirror image wand... Anyway, it was an amusing match, thanks for that. Kerry prefers to just give you your loot rather than die for no good reason. 1) I do have limited ammo. It's not a small limit, but I do have it.2) No healing methods.3) This character isn't as fun as I'd like in a level 13 character. I pre-concede your conceding! :Edit: I just wanted to see a rogue in the dungeon. You've established rogue street cred. I'm tempted to preconcede your preconcession, just 'cause my foolishness isn't really worthy of a spot within the dungeon, but if you just don't want to play the character, I guess that's a valid reason. I suppose we'll have to settle for mutual respect and an agreement not to kill and loot each other. What race is your character, incidentally? I keep thinking kobold for some reason. Gnome (Races of Stone)If it was an ECL 16, he'd have been a halfling. He, so we ended up with two completely different Whisper Gnome rogues fighting each other. Imagine if we'd ended up on the same side in a 2v2. You'd have been eaten. I've taken great care to make sure that there is only 1 vision type that can truly detect me (hindsight), and one that can pinpoint me (life sense). Even in an AMF, I'm next to undetectable. I set it up that way because every mage has true seeing, prying eyes, and calls it a day for detection. And if they can only see one of us... Then it becomes a 2v1, with a minor crossbow shooting from the side. He, yes, that's true. I'm really just hoping for a chance to make a mage disintegrate themselves, unlikely as it may be. Witnessed and recorded in the hall of honor. If you want to her to have any of your gear, Italic, please let me know. Let 'er have anything she can use. This dude's dead now.

Test of Spite_ Talic vs Sallera|rating:3.0

Identities and Debts (Ansem & Stella)

Prague. Natasha walked slowly across to the window of her hotel room, overlooking the city. Twilight settled across the cityscape and cast it in an almost unearthly glow. She glanced down and fiddled with the clasp of the thick silver bracelet, trying to wiggle it into catching. It was an ornate, difficult, deadly thing and no ordinary bracelet. It was a weapon set with rockets and a communicator - not quite as good as her usual Widow's Bite wristlets, but a good alternative undercover. It finally caught. She looked up at the city again, shaking a loose curl from her vision. She had lost count of her visits to Prague, but she never took the opportunity to appreciate its beauty before. Bathed in the twilight she could at last not miss it. Natasha's passport stamps were enviable, yet she seldom took the time to enjoy being anywhere. Almost two months had passed since Loki's defeat. If it were not for her already suppressed identity she would have had to go underground due to the public focus on the heroes who had stood against the invaders. As it was, Fury had given them all an extended leave for six weeks, just to keep things quiet. This mission in Prague was Natasha's first since then, and she thought it might be Clint's too - though she couldn't be sure of that. Valentin Nemeses was the reason the Black Widow was summoned back to work. He was a high-profile European businessman based in Prague. He was the CEO of a major scientific organization and the sleeper head of potentially several others. Word had reached SHIELD that Nemeses had gotten his hands on technology left behind by the Centauri, scavenging it from the dead in New York two months ago and smuggling it out of the country. SHIELD was eager to determine just how much Nemeses had accumulated ... and what he intended to do with it. Natasha went undercover, but not alone. She was partnered with Agent Barton - something she was in equal parts satisfied and concerned. They worked flawlessly well together, forming a strong team, seeming to know what the other would do almost before they did. It made sense that a mission in which a pair of operatives had to appear close actually were; Fury seemed to think they would make a convincing couple, at least. And so it was that in this assignment there was a wedding and engagement ring on Natasha's finger to complete the cover that they were married. It made her a little uncomfortable, to tell the truth - and then annoyed that it could bother her. Natasha turned away from the window. She looked instead at the full-length mirror and gave her appearance a final once-over. Natasha wore a vibrant green cocktail dress, snug in all the right places and showing just enough leg and cleavage to be distracting. It was paired with a set of scrappy black heels that would have required extreme concentration when walking were she not already so fit and well-balanced. Her hair was loose, softly curling. She looked like the perfect decoration for the arm of her wealthy, American husband with whom she was attending the exclusive party tonight. Perhaps, if Nemeses was lucky, and they liked what he saw, they might invest in his operations. Her own cover was to be French - tonight she was Pascal, happily married and a beautiful distraction. She checked the clock on the wall. The party would be starting, and they'd be fashionably late. Other than her bracelet she'd carry no weapon tonight, trusting instead in her own hand-to-hand abilities if it came to that - which, if all things went well - it should not. Natasha crossed the bedroom and opened the door. Her shoes clicked across the polished floor. She fiddled again with the bracelet clasp - it hadn't caught properly, after all." Clint?" She called, eyes down on the disguised weaponry, "are you ready?" Prague...again. How many times has it been now? That was probably a fairly insignificant detail for Clint to be pondering when his focus should have been on the mission. S.H.I.E.L.D. had taken the trouble after extending the six-week leave to the heroes involved in the fight against Loki (which was still gaining plenty of media coverage and speculation), the two of them included, a pair of the best agents on hand to deal with the Nemeses situation. It came as little surprise that some of the Centauri tech had been smuggled out of the States and landed in some rather devious hands. Left unchecked there was no telling what kind of mayhem might ensue if such technology was put to such dastardly use. But then again that's why Fury had tasked them with his mission and not less capable operatives. After what happened in their latest dealings (namely his mind-controlled state) it might have been considered dangerous to toss the two of them on an assignment together, but there was no denying how well the two of them worked together. Their checkered personal histories gave them something in common, and they could easily relate to one another. Neither was without blood on their hands, there was that to that made them incredibly similar individuals. It would have been an understatement to say he liked Agent Roman off. That was putting it mildly, for sure. Although as spies they couldn't exactly afford to let emotions enter the equation, despite his fondness for the redhead. And the fact that they were posing as a married couple for this operation didn't help things one bit. Hopefully he could keep his priorities straight, and things would go off without a hitch. They'd been in tight spots before, that was for sure. It never hurt to be prepared. Straightening his tie while peering into the bathroom mirror Clint picked up on Natasha's words the man was dressed in a well-fitted dark suit that slightly disguised his lean, muscled frame. It fit his body well, to say the least. Tonight's party called for something more formal, and admittedly he found such attire a little aggravating, but at least he wouldn't the only one forced to dress up. Already he was imagining how much his partner would be turning heads tonight. Peering over at the woman in question, to say she looked stunning wouldn't even cut it. In fact, it nearly put him at a loss. Still Barton was quick to compose himself and nodded before speaking." Ready, Natasha. I megapascal. And I'm Ryan, remember?" He answered teasingly, eyes roaming her but in a subtle fashion while adjusting the wedding band upon his own finger. Thankfully someone in his line of work knew a thing or two about discretion, and it was critical to mask his interest. Stepping a little closer he couldn't resist grinning as she fiddled with her bracelet." Here, let me." Clint offered, gently seizing the redhead's wrist and clasping the bracelet securely, but in a manner that it'd remain comfortable. Letting go, knowing full well touching her longer than necessary, even in such a casual fashion, was risky. "There we go. You look great by the way." He remarked in a cool tone, stealing another glimpse or two of her from this closer range, inside praying such looks went unnoticed, but it wouldn't surprise him if she knew." Natasha hardly seemed to spare Clint a glance as he entered, but in her brief look she absorbed every detail. She had learned the crucial art of observation at the cruelest of hands in the Red Room, in her youth; her attention to detail was the product of careful, ruthless instruction. So it was that she was casual and even disinterested as Agent Barton appeared. In actuality, she was now going over his appearance in her mind's eye and quietly approving it. He looked good in a suit. This one had spared no expense and fitted him perfectly, not daring to disguise his lean, toned form. She could smell him as he came closer - he smelled good, confident, sexy. She wondered if he was responsible for that or if SHIELD had selected it for him." All the technology of the world at their fingertips and they can't fit a proper clasp," she muttered, annoyed with herself for having found a simple task so difficult. "Thanks." Natasha brushed by him and retrieved her clutch from the table. She flipped it open, confirmed her IDs were in place. She looked over her shoulder at Agent Barton and made quite a show of looking him slowly up and down. If she was going to look, then she would be obvious about it. And if she made him at all uncomfortable ... well ... good. The faintest ghost of a smile was playing about her lips on an otherwise serious expression as she finally said, "I suppose you look passable." She tipped her head toward the door. "Shall we?" While at first seeming disinterested in him Clint was more than aware of the up and down glances Natasha was giving him after brushing past to fetch her purse resting on the table near the door. Clearly if there was to be any interest from her, she was choosing not to hide it. That did unnerve him, if only a little, but still he kept a cool composure about him and cracked another smile. Amused by her remark about the tricky bracelet clasp and the hardly sincere remark about how he looked. While her words expressed the contrary the once over she gave him told him infinitely more about how she felt about him. At her last words Barton nodded and bridged the gap between them again. One arm hooking into hers and taking on the expected look of a couple departing together. The other grasping the knob of their shared suite's door, giving a firm twist and the door gave way with ease. "We shall." He remarked and took on a more serious expression as they left downstairs. Transportation had been arranged. A limousine was hardly conspicuous as they weren't VIPs attending Nemeses's little shindig, but the details were set in stone already. Reaching the locker in record time they slid into the backseat, and it was a quiet ride to the venue, which turned out to be the man's personal abode. This naturally worked to their advantage, as there was no telling what dirty little secrets hiding just past those walls. Surely they'd be finding out in due time. Stepping out first he moved around to grab the door for Natasha, a gentleman as always. Extending a hand to help her out the heels she sported were fashionable but hardly functional. Taking her arm again he encouraged their closeness, if only for the sake of their guise as a happily married couple. Getting inside was simple enough, their names upon the guest list as they were expected to be." Well, we're in. What's first, Nat?" Clint spoke, low enough for only his partner to hear." Locating Nemeses is our priority, but don't you think it'd look suspicious if we didn't mingle a little first?" Even on such a significant mission his suggestion was only half-serious. Any time with Natasha would be time well spent, that was for sure. Whether it was completing their objective or something more personal. The area assigned for the gathering was partially outdoors beneath great trees strung with glittering fairy lights. Tables were set here and there and a couple of bars, and the place was dominated by a shimmering swimming pool of chill turquoise depths. There were conversational circles of chairs placed strategically, waiters laden with trays of drinks and nibbles wove between these and the guests. Natasha scoped out the area quickly and noticed a few faces who she knew to be on SHIELD's interest list, for various reasons; she was willing to bet there were others present that she didn't know about. Pascal, on the other hand, seemed to be looking around with earnest delight, captivated by the beautiful surrounds. She turned suddenly, her hand tightening on his arm and her other falling to his chest. Her face was lit up with excitement; this was not Natasha, such unguarded expressions did not crossherfeatures. Contrived or not, they made Natasha seem younger, unworldly, delicate, even." Ryan!" She laughed, nodding toward the orchestra. "They're playing our song." The musicians had just begun to play the opening bars of 'Anything Goes'. A dance would give them easy opportunity to take in the area and begin to, as he suggests, mingle discretely. It was a perfect ice-breaker to emerge them into the party. So she wants to dance. That much Clint was quickly able to surmise from Natasha's abrupt, almost bubbly remark. This was a side of her rarely seen except on assignment. While only a guise for the sake of keeping their covers intact, it was behavior that he admittedly relished. Her hand against his chest was pleasant, to say the least. "That they are, dear. Let's dance." 'Ryan' responded smoothly, guiding the redhead over closer to the orchestra and where a few other couples were already dancing. Shifting his body towards hers he drew her slightly closer, his hands settling upon her shapely hips without daring to wander. So far he felt like they were achieving the outward appearance of a happy, vibrant couple totally in love. Even Barton would confess he was having a good time already. His eyes wandered over Natasha's softened expression now, their eyes meeting, and he cracked the usual smile." You're doing great so far. All the guys have their eyes on you already. That's got to be a new record." He taunted, again speaking low for her ears only. Gravitating smoothly upon the floor his steps were graceful and exemplified skill in dancing. Being a spy you picked up a talent or two, especially for situations like this. Movements graceful, he led the two of them to the gentle flow of the music playing. While this activity was getting him a little caught up, he regained his bearings and scanned the area for good measure before his attention settled back on Natasha." Did I tell you yet how great you look, honey? This dress, it's fantastic. The color even matches your eyes." He spoke more audibly this time, pouring on more charming compliments, which were actually despite making for good casual conversation that wouldn't arouse suspicion. Leaning in closer his warm breath grazed the nape of her neck, then pecking her cheek with a light kiss. He knew they needed to sell this, which was one thing he knew he'd be good at. The men might have been watching her (and they were, Natasha had learned how to clock that, too) but the ladies had spotted Clint, too. Taking to the dance floor was bound to draw attention to them, exaggerated by the fact that they were both quite capable dancers. Dancing had been a lesson of less dire instruction for Natasha's part; though she barely had reason to exercise the skill. Her body moved with his, slow and with the easy confidence a marriage could attain - or the world's premiere class of spies. She danced in the heels as though she had been born in them. She would not stumble, unless she meant to. Pascale only smiled at his compliments and looked away as though she was modestly absorbing his words. Natasha, however, had now identified six separate potential exits in case of an emergency. She was debating a seventh when she felt his breath upon her neck. The intimacy momentarily disarmed her, and she closed her eyes to compensate. She wasn't a stranger to closeness with Clint - they had worked too long and too efficiently together for that. But a simple thing as his breath against her flesh was different; more personal, intimate, and he would know that. The kiss on her cheek felt less personal, to her. Well. She wouldn't be outdone. It was stupid to play, but she was bothered that such a little thing as that could affect her; she, the Black Widow, who used the lust of men as a commodity. Her hair brushed his cheek as she leaned up to oh so gently place a kiss beside his ear, then again on the lobe." Mon amour," she whispered in that flawless French accent, "Nemeses is tasting wine by the bar." Her lips parted around his earlobe. She gently pulled at the skin and gave him a teasing nibble. When she looked over Clint's shoulder, she saw Nemeses looking their way, and he nodded to her congenially. Having the feeling what he'd done, however simple, had slightly disarmed Natasha while they danced, it was more than enough to make Clint grin. The two of them were undoubtedly close, but it still amused him that he was one of the few people in the world that could really push her buttons. What was slightly frustrating that she hardly let any of her actual self show. Of course, it was the redhead's job to be discrete and calculating, as a spy that pretty much came with the territory. Still, he liked seeing a softer side of her that lurked deeper down, getting drawn only on occasions such as this. Feeling her hair graze his cheek it made him smile. The kiss near his ear was pleasing, too, getting his attention right away. The way she murmured to him in French was alluring, too, and it had him keeping her close while they glided over the dance floor. Picking up on her more significant remark, however he spoke low in reply." Should we go say hello? I'm sure he'd love to meet you." Clint teased, but then his face became stern once the music started to fade." I forgot how good you are on your feet." Barton complimented and gaze her neck a nibble of his own, then a peck, this time on the lips. Hooking his arm into hers he led them off now to meet their target, and the party's host. Nick Fury wasn't a fool. He had to have some idea of what he was doing by putting the two of them together on an assignment like this- perhaps he simply weighed the strength of the unknown against their abilities as a team and decided they could handle it. He knew they shared a bond, the man missed nothing. Furthermore, he would also not have missed that it was Barton being compromised that had engaged her in the Avengers initiative two months ago - and nothing else. She had never minded being paired with Barton before now - in fact, those assignments were always the most enjoyable, maybe even verging on fun. All this pretense irritated her, and she pretended she didn't know why that was." As first kisses go, we could do worse," she mumbled back. Then she was smiling brightly at their host, who noticed their approach and came forward to greet them. He snapped his fingers. A waiter appeared behind Nemeses with a tray, offering glasses of sparkling wine. Pascal accepted one as Nemeses greeted them in English - choosing Ryan's language, not Pascal's." I am so pleased to welcome you to my home," he said graciously, offering to shake hands with Ryan and leaning in to kiss Pascal's cheek. "Enchanted." Perhaps because one of her arms was entwined with Ryan's and the other held wine in her hand - or maybe he just enjoyed taking the liberty. "You found suitable accommodations in the city, I hope?"(I have an early morning and must head to bed! Night!) He could understand that the two of them had been paired together under Fury's orders because of their strong bond and capacity to work together so flawlessly on any given assignments. Ones of such a frivolous nature were especially enjoyable for Barton, who was more than happy to spend an evening strolling about a rich European's home with a beauty like Natasha on his arm. Even if it was all for the sake of infiltration, that didn't diminish the fact that he enjoyed it one bit. The redhead's next words provoked one of Clint's usual grins as they were approached in return by Nemeses. Taking one of the glasses of wine, he was wearing a casual smile as they were addressed and shook Valentin's hand politely, with a firm but careful grip. It admittedly irked him when their host kissed his partner's cheek, even when it really shouldn't have. His focus should have been on something else, on the mission, of course. His focus had a momentary lapse, and in some cases that could mean failure. Otherwise, he was holding it together pretty well. "Yes, we're booked nearby. It was fortunate to find somewhere so close to your home. Wonderful place you have here, by the way." Clint complimented with usual smoothness. His arm loosened just a little from Natasha's, knowing they needed to keep up the guise of intimacy, but he also wished her to be comfortable while they were forced to casually converse with their enemy.(Good night! I'm enjoying this and hope you are too. ’D) Neither Nemeses nor Natasha appeared to pick up on Clint's momentary lapse. Pascal took a long drink from her glass which made her eyes sparkle. Nemecek commented that it was 'excellent, excellent' that Mr and Mrs Hamilton had found accommodations to their liking, and then went on to give them a brief history of his house. "It's been here a long time, the grand old creature. Her roots go underneath the city, though all those old passages were blocked off a long time ago, during the war. I will give you the tour, later, if you like. There are many museum-quality pieces of art I've collected over the years - an old hobby of mine - beautiful works, you would perhaps both like." He smiled indulgently at Pascal, who smile back was edged with flirtation. "Now if you will just excuse me ... I have a few matters to attend to, before our presentation inside in about ... oh, maybe ten minutes, I should think. Enjoy yourselves." And their host graciously bowed out. Pascale looked at Ryan. "His collection - I have heard he worked tirelessly to collect, Mon amour." That meant, I heard he stole everything he could get his pretty manicured little hands on.(I am! It's going to be a lot of fun, I can tell!) Clint was thankfully that no one noticed. They couldn't afford any slip ups on their assignment. Failure would mean putting an untold number of civilian lives at risk, not to mention catching hell from Fury. Listening and managing to appear relatively interested as Nemeses rambled on about his house before excusing himself from their company, 'Ryan' cracked one of his usual smiles and nodded before his attention shifted to Pascal when she spoke. It didn't take a large stretch of the imagination to know that their host had likely swindled every priceless piece of art in this place. Hopefully things wouldn't escalate, and such treasures wouldn't go getting damaged. If their cover held up, they would be able to infiltrate and do what needed to be done without cause for incident. His arm tightened around hers again, almost instinctively." So, what's the game plan?" Clint was speaking low again, his expression much more discerning now. With polite interest, Pascal watched Nemeses go. He had moved a short distance away and was chatting amiably with a new pair of guests. She supposed he was in his late thirties. He looked comfortable and immaculate, completely at ease in his splendid surroundings. His beard was neatly trimmed, the hair shaped and styled around his jaw. Allowing her gaze to wander, Natasha saw there were several men in suits scattered here and there who were clearly not guests. They were too stiff, too watchful. Security, easy. Natasha spotted a couple more who seemed better at ease and assumed they were a better class of security." Mingle. And wait. I have the feeling his presentation will beveryinteresting." At that point, they were approached by two more guests, a young German man and woman about their own age. Natasha accepted an invitation to dance from the man and slipped from Clint's side, sweeping back to the dance floor. The woman was golden blonde and sweet faced. She offered Clint her hand. "Annemarie Gasser." She clinked her glass against his own. "Pretty little party. Have you come for business or pleasure?" Ryan watched their host for a few moments longer, but not quite as long as Pascal did. A small part of him was verging on jealousy. Remember the mission, don't make it personal. Clint was quick to mentally scold himself for getting distracted again. It wasn't hard to notice the stiff-looking suits scattered throughout Nemeses's residence that screamed security detail. Dark suits, sunglasses, and earpieces. Could they be any less conspicuous? It was enough to make the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent grin. Nodding at her words, it sounded like as good an idea as any." Roger that." He teased, his attention shifting to the couple who approached. Letting Natasha slip off with the man, it pained him slightly to do so but if anything happened, it was already a known fact that she could handle herself. How much danger could dance with another guest realistically do? He found himself watching her longer than necessary, snapping back to attention upon detecting the soft voice of the blonde in his proximity." Ryan Hamilton." Clint responded curtly but with his usual smile. Clinking glasses he took a generous sip and nodded. Her question was one he didn't feel prepared to answer. Already he found himself watching Natasha and the handsome German in his peripheral vision." Well, a little of both. You could say Mr. Nemeses is a person of interest to Na -" He nearly slipped, quick to correct the statement, "My wife and I." Annemarie gave a single nod, sipping her own drink. "To Erik and I, too. We've had partnerships with Nemeses before. The payoffs have been ... quite excellent." She leaned slightly to the left, looking toward Pascal and Erik, who were dancing slowly on the floor. He was speaking to her in a low voice and Pascal was laughing, tipping back her head." My husband is quite taken with your wife. She's ... rather his type, I'm afraid. " She drank again, seemingly not bothered by her husband's interest in another woman. Annemarie gave Clint an appraising once-over. "Would you dance with me?" Ryan tried not to seem too distracted, but his envy was simmering just under the surface. Remember the assignment, focus on that. He reminded himself again with an inward sigh, draining more champagne from the glass in his hand. Payoffs, why am I not surprised? This guy's got to be well-connected. Plenty of influence, too. Annemarie's remark didn't shock him very much. Natasha had a natural talent for enticing men, the German husband didn't stand a chance with the redhead who was playing her role perfectly. It was a slight surprise to see the wife's nonchalant attitude. Still, who was he to question it? From the way he was now being given a once-over, her question was practically expected. Setting his glass aside on an empty table, he nodded and gave a charming smile. "It'd be my pleasure." He said and stepped closer, his hands coming to settle on the woman's pleasantly shaped hips and drawing her in close as they started to step gracefully about. Natasha knew nothing of Erik Gasser before today; not his business, nor whether he was on SHIELD's radar. She wasted no time gathering every ounce of intelligence she could on him as they so congenially chatted with one another. He was a power broker and proud of all his achievements, only too happy to brag about them while asking precious little about Pascal. Which suited her, of course. Erik chuckled and pointed out his wife dancing with Clint. She smiled at him as they glided past, quite amused by their respective predicaments. Natasha was used to seeing women clamor for Agent Barton's attentions, both on missions and with generally younger, eager recruits. Natasha would always quietly judge their (what she called) clumsy flirtation techniques and watch from afar, smiling when he sought to carefully remove himself, and telling herself she was watching for entertainment purposes only and not because she was at all concerned that one of them might interest him too much. That was the smile Pascal wore now. The orchestra ended their song and a summons was made for guests to make their way to the ballroom. Erik insisted on escorting her himself, so she went down with him to a large, high-ceilinged room with a curtained stage at one end. When all the guests had gathered the lights were dramatically lowered and the curtain slowly raised to reveal several pieces of technology on display - all of it Centauri. Natasha glanced across at Clint, her arm still entwined with Erik's. On the stage, Nemeses appeared and began a long introduction of the pieces, claiming that the technology belonged to any on Earth who could harness it, and his plans to redevelop much of it for human use. The crowd flinched and oohed as weapons were demonstrated on targets and utterly obliterated; Pascal amongst them, laughing at the momentary frights and bangs. Natasha thought; this is not good. He not only had pieces working, but he had serious ambition and apparent ability to back up his claims of improving and remodeling them. Clint could only imagine what kind of secrets Natasha was getting the German to spill. Whether or not Gasser turned out to a high value target was unknown to Barton, but it couldn't hurt getting him to leak some possible valuable information. It was almost amusing watching his partner work. One way or another, they always talked for her. Whether her feminine wiles or more forceful tactics forced their tongues to loosen. As the music faded out his arms slipped from Annemarie, and he politely kissed the surface of her hand before excusing himself and regrouping with Natasha just in time for the ballroom demonstration. Taking her arm again, what they beheld when the curtain rose was a shock, and not a good one by any means. What worried him even more the fact that the technology in Nemeses's possession was operational. There was no telling what kind of trouble he could cause with such weaponry. Getting it out of the European's clutches wouldn't be easy, but hopefully they could pull it off. Of course, he figured tonight would only be reconnaissance and information gathering before pulling off their play. It gave them a chance to scope out their target's home and know the full extent of his illegal acquisitions. The night was still young and while the opportunity was there to learn as much as possible they had to be careful. While most were in awe his expression was one indicating mutual worry. After the demonstration, Nemeses invited his potential investors to come closer. They were not permitted to touch the equipment, but they were given leave to examine it from behind its roped off boundaries. A gradual procession of people climbed up on the stage to look the pieces over. Pascal and Ryan were amongst them. Her heels clicked loudly on the steps. Warm spotlights engulfed them as they moved to the first item, a redeveloped Centauri rifle. Natasha's hand tightened on Clint's arm. The next exhibit had an alternate rifle, but it was accompanied by a blown-up photograph of Iron Man battling with three Centauri, each with the rifle they were displaying." Shit," she breather, quickly looking ahead. She could see another blown up shot of Captain America. She and Clint weren't as high profile as the other Avengers, but there was suddenly a terrible chance that they might have a picture up, too. Naturally the pair were amongst those examining the Centauri weaponry more closely. What was also of interest were the enhanced photographs of some of the Avengers during their New York battle. Glancing at Natasha his expression showed the same worry as they browsed the items, and he felt her hand squeezing his arm. It was clear to him how worried she was too, given the possibility they'd been photographed as well. That had the potential to blow their cover right off. Still he knew it was crucial to keep a clear ahead and not panic. That was one of the basic things each of them had learned. Never let them see you sweat. As they moved through the line some relief washed over him as they didn't seem to be any evidence implicating their presence, or wrecking their cover as a married couple. Looking to the redhead on his arm he smiled. "Interesting exhibit that Mr. Nemeses has, isn't it?" He remarked casually and cracked a smile as they moved back from the line to chat amongst themselves. A few other guests were in their proximity, but they weren't talking about anything too private. "Fascinating," she replied, still looking around at all the pieces. She found herself feeling grateful toward Stark for having an ego the size of a planet and overshadowing them, and for Captain America and his legacy. It made their job easier when the others commanded so much attention. It suited Natasha, who would sooner quit SHIELD and disappear than face any public focus." Come on, let's make some new friends." They slipped into the crowds again, merging and mingling and meeting. Natasha came face to face with a man whom she had an outstanding hit on. She seriously considered finding a way to fulfil it now, tonight, but then decided the risk wasn't worth it. There would be other opportunities now they had integrated themselves into this group. A good hour or so later, Nemeses found them again. "Mr Hamilton. How did you find my little projects? I do hope you can see the potential here. The returns will be ... impressive." Clint, too, was glad that the rest of the Avengers had succeeded in stealing the media spotlight and garnered most of the public's interest while they remained in the shadows, behind the scenes. As spies that was what they were best at. They weren't fame or attention seekers by any means. Grinning at her words he nodded and went along with Natasha. Meeting a few more couples and other people of interests the pair were integrating into Nemeses's friends and acquaintances quite well. It wasn't either long before their host tracked them down again and engaged them in conversation." Oh, incredible stuff. Very impressive, it's quite the discovery." He said, commending the accomplishment despite the fact that what Nemeses had done was criminal, and they were here to put an end to his schemes. "Don't you think so too, dear?" He inquired, attention partially shifting to his 'wife' (partner). "Yes!" Pascal enthused. "It's unbelievable." Nemecek shrugged nonchalantly. "It is technology that belongs to us all. There are organizations that seek to stockpile these things, keep them for their private laboratories, allow only a few scientists and soldiers access. I would not have such organizations stake their claim on this. It does not belong to them, either." He threw back the rest of his wine. "Think about what you have seen tonight, and my people will be in touch for your answer. I hope we can do business together. All this," he waved his hand at the displays, "does not belong to SHIELD. With a little financial assistance, we will rival their claims." He smiled, bowed his head modestly, and left them to it. Pascale looked around, appearing weary. She wrapped her arm around Ryan's waist and dropped her curly head on his shoulder. "I'm tired .... shall we go home?" Clint grudgingly listened as Nemeses mused on about his ambitions, and it especially stung him when their organisation was named. Still he was careful not to let his distaste for their host show upon his expression and thankfully their host didn't linger much longer, leaving them to ponder his words. Glancing to Natasha when her arm could be felt around him and her head fell to his shoulder, the exhaustion of this evening was wearing on him too." Yeah, let's go." He nodded and cracked a smile as they casually departed. The limo was already waiting outside which ferried them back to their shared suite. Entering the front the agent was quick to loosen his tie, then ditch it altogether. His attention inevitably shifted to the redhead with a curious look." Heading to bed?" He was truthfully curious as to the extent of the redhead's tiredness. If she was truly worn out he wouldn't blame her, but there was no telling if her previous remark had just been a fabricated excuse to take their leave after a successful evening of reconnaissance. Sleepy Pascal was gone. Natasha had too much to think about to worry about sleep. She braced herself with her hand against the back of the couch and reached down to remove her shoes, one at a time. She held them by their straps and walked barefoot across the rug to Clint, holding out her wrist with the faintest of smiles in askance for him to remove the stubborn bracelet." Maybe. We should call this in first. You want the honor?" Watching with idle interest while Natasha ditched her heels before approaching him, Clint smiled and listened attentively. When she held out her wrist with a smile of her own he knew immediately what she wanted. Reaching out he carefully unfastened the pesky clasp of the bracelet before handing it over to his partner while considering her question, then giving an answer." Good idea. Hm, well I think Fury already likes you more. Go for it, Red. You'd be better at explaining everything anyway." He teased with a charismatic expression upon handsome features. In his own way he was telling Natasha she was smart. She accepted back the bracelet, glancing at it. The weaponry hadn't been necessary tonight, but she had a feeling it would be needed before they left Prague. The evening had seemingly gone in their favor ... yet she remained wary, knowing from experience how quickly such acceptance could change." If you say so," she answered with a light shake of her head. Natasha did not feel that Fury trusted her and suspected that he believed it was only a matter or time before she went rogue. She couldn't fault him for that. He might be right. She headed off into the bedroom to make her report. Natasha returned some ten minutes later. "He says invest. When Nemeses contacts us, we invest." He was thankful violence or force hadn't been necessary and tonight's mission had been simply information gathering. It'd been fun, too, that was no lie. Still, despite how well the evening had gone, Clint knew there weren't out of the woods yet, by any means. Still, things had gone in their favor, and that simple fact pleased him. As Natasha vanished for the moment to go report in, he collapsed into a comfortable-looking chair gracing the living area of their shared suite after ditching his jacket and hanging it upon the back of the furniture in question. His gaze lifted to the redhead when she returned. Nodding at her words." Got it." He responded with a light yawn. Tonight had been mildly exhausting, but he wasn't quite near passing out. Cracking a smile he wondered how they might spend the rest of the night. It'd been a while since going on an operation with Natasha so her habits when off duty were a little unfamiliar to him. Natasha crossed to the kitchen and poured herself a tall glass of water. She drank it, rubbing the top of her foot against the back of her other leg. She had unzipped the top few inches of her dress, leaving the material to peel sideways. Furthermore, she made a detour on her way back and paused to look out the tinted windows for anyone lingering on the street who might not belong; but the way seemed clear. She finally sat on the sofa opposite Clint, curling her legs around herself. Natasha was quiet for a few moments, staring at the corner of the fruit bowl. "If Nemeses's smuggled those weapons out, who else managed to? This could be huge." Clint allowed his attention to drift off until noticing Natasha had settled on the couch near where he was seated. Her remark made sense, and made him sigh. "Yeah, there's no telling who else might have these weapons. Nemeses might not be the only one." He remarked, pondering their options. They'd likely soon be making a move on the offensive, namely getting that Centauri tech into safe hands." So what's our next move? Obviously he thinks we're just a married couple of interest. Hopefully our cover holds up." "It will, if he's not such a fan of New York that he hasn't got photos of you all over his walls," she said grimly. She sighed and changed position until she was stretched out on the sofa with her feet dangling over the end and her head on the arm rest. She had always found it difficult, if not outright impossible, to turn her mind off. Furthermore, she gazed at the ceiling, replaying the events from the cocktail party in her head, committing every nuance to memory. It had occurred to her that Nemeses may already know who they were, but was allowing it to go on ... to what end? It was tempting to pull out, but a great deal of work had gone into infiltrating them, and she wasn't one to jump at shadows. She turned her head toward him. "I didn't tell Fury about the photos," she admitted. It didn't quite stand to reason that Nemeses would have known who they really were and still continued to let their activities continue. Still until the two of them were given any reasons to believe their covers had been blown, the operation was to continue as planned, or so Clint figured. If things did go awry all they could really do was wait for orders from Fury. Neither of them had a history of being rash especially in situations this sensitive, with a viable threat identified. Clint did his best to look optimistic, but concern also lingered in his mind. Cocking an eyebrow when Natasha made her confession, it left him at a bit of a loss. "Well. I don't imagine the images are of much consequence, at least not to us. If they had photographs of us it'd be a different story." She shook her head lightly at him. "We were there, Barton. If Fury knew about those pictures he wouldn't risk us. " Natasha had no clear pattern as far as what to call Agent Barton. She usually used Barton when talking shop, and rarely used Clint - though she found she called him that most of all in her head. She rubbed her forehead, feeling the first prickles of a headache." I'm going check the seals and get some sleep." that was Natasha's way of saying that she intended to check the doors, locks and set a few little traps of her own - she didn't sleep well as it was, but wouldn't sleep at all without a few security customizations. "One bed. Think you can stay on your side?" she asked, checking the balcony door. Even back at their suite Clint could tell Natasha was being all business. Which was good, one of them needed to act professional. Not that he was incapable, but evidently she was the sharper, more focused of the pair. "Right." He answered plainly with a nod, and noticing her behavior, the telltale signs of stress bearing down on the redhead didn't get past him. Hopefully one of these days they could take areal vacation. At her next words he nodded. When the lovely agent made mention of one bed, and that she had every intention of sharing it, the agent was at a bit of a loss. Still Clint didn't consider things for too long, and nodded again. "As long as I don't get cold." He teased before retiring to the bedroom while Natasha locked up and made her nightly preparations. "Keep your socks on," she threw over her shoulder, heading deeper into the apartment to complete her security checks. She was well accustomed to this now and had her technique down pat, so it only took her around ten minutes. Natasha came back to the bedroom and began rummaging through the case SHIELD had packed for her. That department had learned how to pack for her by now, so she was gratified to find no flimsy nighties Bubba practical singlet and sleep shorts." I want the left side," she told Clint on her way to the bathroom to change. Clint wasn't entirely sure what her remark about his socks meant, but he figured it was better not to ask or press such an insignificant matter. Digging through his own luggage he produced some shorts of his own and a T-shirt to sleep in. Glancing at Natasha as she vanished into the bathroom, her parting remark made him grin and shake his head a little. He knew better than to argue with the redhead. Changing quickly he tossed his attire from the evening party over the back of one of the bedroom chairs. Quick to collapse on the bed it felt incredibly good to be off his feet at last. Occupying the right side he allowed his eyes to shut, but didn't quite fall asleep. As far as he knew Natasha would return whenever she was done changing for bed. He didn't expect things to be weird, considering how close the two of them were. Still, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent could not deny that being so intimate with her, even for the sake of an assignment, was pleasant. She changed quickly. Natasha zipped up the back of her dress and folded it over the edge of the bath with her bra laid across the top. She brushed her teeth and ran her fingers through her hair, detangling a few stubborn strands in the back, a drank another glass of water. She needed to put the mission from her mind for just a few hours, just enough to buy some sleep - if she could - there were other, less pleasant things that would happily occupy her mind and refuse her any rest. It didn't need competition from something else. Sharing a bed with Agent Barton didn't concern her. They were close enough, wise enough, to be able to handle that no matter what else might be running beneath the surface. It was intangible, confusing, butthead- and pretending it didn't exist might be stupid, but it was really the only thing she could do, given the circumstances. There were enough complications in her life. Natasha returned, smiling a little as she saw her partner resting with his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep - she could tell by his breathing, and she'd never known him to wind down so fast anyway. Natasha pulled back the covers on her side and slipped in, punching the pillows until they were comfortable, and then switching off the lamp. Even with his eyes shut Clint was able to pick up on just when Natasha was exiting the bathroom and moving towards the bed. The abrupt shift of weight on the mattress, considerable enough to tell him that another person was now residing on the surface, told him more than enough. He wasn't uncomfortable, but still knew he had to be cautious when sharing a bed with someone who could kill him in a million different ways. Despite their closeness, he knew there was a certain way to behave under these circumstances. Only an idiot would have been silly enough to touch her without permission. The change in light peeking in through his eyelids told him she'd shut off the bedside lamp, and the bedroom was plunged into relative darkness. It was quiet, peaceful even, but he found himself restless. It was more comfortable to be residing in bed, but his mind still felt the need to be occupied. Whether it was on the mission or his feelings for Natasha, there was no way he could simply shut down and doze off. After maybe a minute he spoke up, shattering the silence but speaking quietly. Fairly certain the redhead in bed with him wasn't sleepy either." Nat, you awake...?" Clint inquired softly, keeping his eyes closed, but it was clear how conscious he was. "I'm not the least bit sleepy.are you?" This was always the worst time. Lying in the dark, waiting for sleep to come but knowing it would delay itself indefinitely. Natasha's mind would begin to betray her. It used to remember to her the Red Room and all her 'lessons' there; classes no young girl should ever have to contemplate, let alone undertake. And despite the fact that she had excelled at them all they would not let her rest or enjoy any sense of pride. But those thoughts had recently been replaced. Now, she saw Loki's fist banging on the glass. Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear... Her eyes flashed open in the dark at the sound of Clint's voice. "What? No ... neither am I," she admitted, closing her eyes again, attempting to repress that lingering discomfort. From the sound of her voice, seemingly startled, Clint started to worry. Mostly he didn't think he'd ever be able to comprehend what went on in Natasha's head, despite how much they felt like they could relate to one another. She had a dark past, darker than most. Of course his own upbringing hadn't been particularly pleasant, but it likely paled in comparison to whatever she had been put through. It came as no surprise that she was as restless as he was. His eyes slipped open, peering over at Natasha, both out of curiosity and interesting. Reaching over he dared to touch her shoulder as he spoke again." You know... I won't make you, but if...if there's anything you ever want to get off your chest, or y'know.just talk about, I'm always here." He said sincerely, not trying to get all touchy-feely on her but if anyone could hope to understand her distress, it was him. It was stupid, and she loathed herself for the seeming inability to just shake it off the way she wanted to. Shewas supposed to have been the one playing Loki, after all. Not the other way around. But he had a practiced gift for getting underneath people's skin, and even though she had still managed to bend it all to her advantage, Natasha could not deny he had still gotten under hers. She didn't think Clint knew. Fury did; he'd seen the tapes, but she didn't think anyone else had seen that little interrogation. Or if they had, they probably didn't anticipate that the Black Widow had a chink in her armor." I don't need anything from you," she replied, dismissively, underpinned with steel. Her thought process and the conversational track threw her, put her on the immediate and instinctual defensive. He heard Natasha's response, and on top of not being the answer Clint was hoping for, the words stung more than he expected them to. Obviously she had her issues, most people in their line of work did. But it frustrated him, despite how undeniably close the two of them had become, that she continually refused to open up to him. If anyone could even slightly hope to understand her, it was him. Why wouldn't she let him in? His hand lingered on her shoulder, and an instant later he was shifting on the mattress. Abruptly moving on top of her, their bodies only slightly touching as his hands now rested on each side of her head. Peering down at her with an intense expression, more than likely concealed by the dimness of the bedroom, but his mood wasn't a content one just because the look on his face might have been unreadable for the moment." Why do you always do that? Put up your walls, and don't let anyone in. Not even me, someone who genuinely gives a damn about you." Clint growled, leaning closer to get a better look at her eyes, his own giving a stern gaze. "I don't think either of us will be sleeping right away. So tell me what's on your mind." This was bold of him, and probably unwise, but it seemed one of the few possible ways to get through to her, by being not so polite or cheerful about it. Worst case scenario, he risked pissing Natasha off. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all. Natasha's body tensed like a spring as he moved on top of her. She managed to harness her instinct just in time to prevent bodily throwing him off of her, or worse. There were drills buried in her consciousness that operated almost of their own accord; Natasha's greatest skill was her self-control. He had a fucking nerve to demand anything of her." What's on my mind, Agent Barton," she whispered, pissed off but calm, "is how long you have to get off me before Ithrowyou off." That she even bothered to warn him spoke in volumes about their relationship. Clint knew she must have possessed an unparalleled amount of self-control to not go snapping his bones or something equivalent in brutality. Knowing the kind of pain she brought her enemies, he could realistically imagine how bad it might be for him if he kept pushing the envelope, trying to break in. The harshness of her voice was evident to him, she was pissed off, to say the least, but managing to sound calm. He had no doubt in his mind that pushed far enough she might easily be swayed to inflict bodily harm on an ally. It was bad enough they'd gotten to this point. Instead of sleeping or focusing on the mission, they were losing themselves deep in personal territory." As upset as you are, I don't think you'd hurt me, unless your life depended on it." He challenged, showing no signs of moving from atop her. Leaning closer he knew his options were limited, and his primary concern right now was keeping Natasha from losing it. This was going to be ballsy move, that much was for certain. Still, he would take that risk, for the sake of breaking the tension. Or possibly increasing it. His face an inch or two from hers now, he spoke again, breath against her lips with each word. "Don't be mad, Nat..." Trailing off his lips abruptly pressed to hers in a tender kiss. The whole unexpectedness of the situation was what really threw Natasha. For all the underlying tension that had been accelerating in the past few months, she still had not really expected anything to happen. Such a thing was too dangerous, foolish. And yet here they were, and despite her anger and frustration at being boxed in (something she never dealt well with) she had to admit that feeling the length of his body against hers felt pretty good... Clint's lips touched hers, and she felt something electric spark from her lips and pulse down through her body to thrum between her legs. And then she acted. The most obvious choice would have been a knee between his legs, but she restrained herself from going there. Instead, she seized one of his wrists and grabbed behind his elbow with her other hand, pulling it down to her chest. Her foot twisted, hooking around his leg and foot. Natasha lifted her hips and began flipping them over so she was no longer underneath him, moving them so she was on top. Quite truthfully he had absolutely no idea what to expect or anticipate upon delivering such affection upon Natasha, who had the potentially to be even more outraged with him for climbing atop her in bed and verbally assailing her. He did expect a reaction, and by the time she'd made the necessary moves, turning the tables on him and leaving him flat on his back, with the redhead agent atop him now. It was surprising, to say the least. The question was whether she was still upset, or even more upset. His lips broke from hers not long after and Clint peered up at her with a cautious, almost nervous expression. Waiting to see what she'd say or do. She pinned him with her hands for a moment, then leaned back. She was sitting astride him, looking down with apparent frustration and more than a little uncertainty of her own." What the fuck, Barton?" she snapped, and when she continued her voice carried a trace of something quite like fear. "What the fuck was that? That can't happen." He was expecting a worse reaction although the fact that Natasha was frustrated would have been putting it mildly. Still Clint kept a cool head, glad she hadn't opted to kicking his ass yet. The fact that she lingered on top of him was pleasant, even given her frustrated and confused mood regarding the situation they'd found themselves in." And why not? If it'd be appropriate for anyone to be kissing its us. The problem is that I'm willing to accept our closeness while you just put up your walls and hide your feelings. There's nothing wrong with acknowledging your feelings, Nat...it doesn't make you weak. In fact, it takes real bravery to admit how you feel about someone... And what's more is, I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me that you didn't like it when I kissed you." Natasha stared at him for a moment. She didn't know where this sudden urge for intimacy had come from on his part; she figured it was a safe bet to blame their mission cover, though. She leaned down over him, her chest touching his. In a very soft, dangerous voice she said, "Don't tell me about my feelings, Barton. I really ...strongly... advise against that. You understand?" She did have a point, for all he knew Clint could have been making assumptions and be entirely off base in terms of how Natasha was feeling. A quiet sigh left him, but he was hopeful when she leaned closer, their chests lightly touching. She remained on top of him, and he was at least glad for that." I understand what you're saying, but I can't help wanting someone, especially if I think they want me, too." He argued, daring to wear a cocky grin as he insinuated that Natasha had desires of her own that she was not willing to acknowledge or own up to. In a neat little move, she swung her leg off him and spun herself over on to the other side of the bed, on to her back, one knee bent. He was out of his fucking mind. Even if she did really want something to happen, it was insane, it would undo their partnership. Fury would never accept it. Natasha would be on her own again, and she wasn't convinced she could handle that. She had come to depend on the partnership too much ... a dangerous thing." You can sleep on the couch," she said, turning her head toward the window. There just didn't seem to be any convincing her. Clint sighed audibly as Natasha gracefully shifted from on top of him, and it came as no surprise when she dismissed him from the bed. "As you wish." He stated plainly and moved from the sheets, leaving the bedroom area of the suit and shut the door behind him, leaving the redhead alone in the bed. Stepping out to the living room area he sprawled out restlessly on the couch. This added frustration would make it that much harder to sleep. Natasha turned over, hiking the covers over her shoulder. She glowered at the window and then shut her eyes to it. She didn't know what had just happened and tried to put it from her mind; but it insisted on replaying and replaying itself. Furthermore, she closed her eyes tighter. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea in the world, destined for momentary gratification with endless repercussions. She knew it. He knew it. Their whole partnership was based on that knowledge, what they had was ideal ... It didn't need this complication and with her history, probably couldn't survive it. She threw off the covers and stormed into the lounge. She flipped the light switches on." Why tonight? Why are you doing this tonight?" A few tranquil moments had managed to pass before the lights flicked on, such an action alluded to by the soft footsteps coming from the bedroom. It wasn't hard at all for Clint to figure out who it was. Why was another question entirely, though. Obviously her sharp command for him to leave her bed wasn't the end of it. He had slightly expected the issue to arise later. Maybe in the morning, not right now. Sitting up on the couch his eyes and attention fell upon the redhead with a slight smile." Neither of us could sleep, I just figured it might be a good, somewhat enjoyable way, to tire us out." He jested, doubting she'd buy that. Something as intimate as what he had attempted wasn't out of boredom, but genuine interest and attraction. Her eyes narrowed, and something within them changed. Like the flick of a switch and Natasha was gone, the Black Widow comfortably taking her place. She even smiled a little as she walked forward until she was standing immediately in front of him, her legs brushing his knees. The backs of her fingers brushed along his hairline." And that's what you want. Is it?" It was a little confusing to see her suddenly smile, as if the previously pissed off Natasha was replaced abruptly by someone else. Smiling right back just a little as she stepped closer, Clint felt her legs brushing against his own. Her fingers brushing where they did have him curious, and content." Yes, it is." He answered without fear or hesitation. She nodded very faintly, never taking her eyes off his blues. She casually pushed a lock of hair behind her ear in a natural, yet very practiced and becoming, way. Natasha lifted one leg and set her foot down on the couch beside him." Of course, it is. It's all anyone ever wants." she said with a chill to her tone. He wasn't sure what to make of her behavior, it felt as if her previous anger had given way to something else. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as she lifted a leg up, resting her foot near him." It's not like that, and you know it, Natasha. You mean more to me than anyone else. And that's the truth." Leaning forward, she rested her palms on his neck, gently, caressing him. She looked neither impressed nor convinced, but that apparent calm remained. Natasha looked into his eyes and saw only the blue she knew, not the icy color of recent bad memories. A color whose haunting she could not yet shake." Really." It was probably better this way. They were too close; it wasn't good for her. They should just fuck and get it out the way, then that last resistance would be gone and Natasha could forget about him. Very softly, she said, "and is that what you told Loki?" He felt some slight reassurance when he felt her hands resting on his neck in a gentle manner, and her caressing made him sigh contently. His gaze lowered from her but only for a moment. Their eyes made, and it nearly made him shudder, wondering what was on Natasha's mind at this point. When she questioned his previous words Clint nodded, unsure of how to entirely convince her of the statement's plausibility. Her abrupt question left him at a bit of a loss. Reaching over his hands rested in return on the redhead's shoulders." I wasn't myself... I would have hoped you'd realized that." She slowly straightened up until his hands fell away from her shoulders. Natasha had wanted to know the answer to this question since that day, but she had never quite had the courage to ask it. This new change in play gave her that strength - she had to ask it, she had to know." I do know that," she answered, coolly, "but what did you tell him? He said you told him everything." Her next question left Clint at an even bigger loss. At this point he really had been hoping the whole New York fiasco and the fact that he'd been put under Loki's control was something they could have put behind them. A sigh left him as he considered what to say. "I have no way of knowing what I did or didn't say. Can't you just be glad things didn't turn out bad?" Natasha turned and moved away, rubbing her head. She suddenly felt tired, and old. She hated that it had stuck with her, that Loki's bullshit had a potency she couldn't shake. He'd love that, she thought. A little victory against her that he would cherish if he knew. Maybe he did know. Loki had shown remarkable aptitude for knowing just where to strike." You're saying you remember nothing of what you said to him." Clint sighed when she turned to face away from him and strode a few steps away. This conversation at this point felt like it was circling, and it was frustrating that he was unable to convince Natasha of anything right now. Taking a couple steps closer but keeping his distance from her, he spoke again." That's right, I don't remember a thing. If you don't believe me, that's your problem, Nat." "Look, I believe you," she snapped, dropping her hand and turning. "You couldn't stop it. I know what it's like. But I look at you, I hear whathesaid, and it's just .... going around in my head. And I don't need you trying to get inside my mind and make it all better. I'm glad it's behind you, Barton, I'm glad you feel okay with everything that happened. ButIremember all of it." The abruptness and harshness of her next words were nearly enough to make him cringe. Natasha was not someone to be toyed with. Namely, because she had more trouble letting go of things than anyone else he knew. So her mood could be understood, to some degree." I'm sorry." Clint said sincerely a moment later, understanding that she needed him to put up with him when there was clearly so much on her mind already, more than even he realized." You take the bed, I'll crash on the couch." He said, sprawling out lazily upon the furniture. At this rate neither of them would be getting any sleep. Things had become infinitely more complicated and everything remained unsaid. What was out was damaging, but the only thing Natasha regretted more than what was out there were explanations, even if they would stand a chance of improving matters. She had been indoctrinated to keep everything to herself, where it was safe, and compartmentalize everything. Clint was messing with that formula." Fine," she replied dismissively, not even looking at him as she walked back into the darkened bedroom, throwing the light switch as she went. This wasn't how Clint had anticipated things but by now he really should have known better than try to get inside Natasha's head, or help with any of her issues. Even with the bond they shared and the fact that he understood her better than anyone, that didn't mean she wanted his assistance with anything. A sigh left him as the redhead trudged back into the bedroom, hitting the lights on the way out of the living area. Closing his eyes he tried to drift off, but by now there was even more of his mind to contend with. Natasha managed to get some sleep at long last, but only after spending a long time on steady breathing exercises. They were the only thing that could calm her when she struggled to sleep ... which was most nights. She woke with the sun, stretched, and took a blisteringly hot shower. Today would be difficult. With everything that had happened she anticipated matters were going to be tense, especially since they were now playing a waiting game for Nemeses to contact them about the investment. It was all keeping up appearances, both fictional and real. She needed coffee. Natasha dressed in a light blue summer dress of Pascal's cheery wardrobe. It had a fifty cut and full skirt, low across the back and fastened in a flattering halterneck. It was too girly and sweet for Natasha's tastes. She stepped out of the bedroom, looking first for Clint. Today would be painful. It took longer than desired for Clint to finally drift off, restlessness finally loosening its grip on his troubled consciousness. He hoped Natasha was able to get some sleep, too, especially considering how difficult it probably already was for her most nights to get any shut-eye. He didn't stir until his partner can step into the room from the bedroom he'd given her reign over since last night. Feeling weary still it was a miracle he found the strength to sit up on the couch, stretching as the furniture had left him a bit stiff. Rubbing his eyes he peered at the redhead sleepily but didn't say anything right away. Judging from the rays peeking in through the window, morning had arrived, and he was none too prepared for it. Her choice of apparel wasn't something he expected, but still flattering, and it made him smile a little." Well don't you look nice." "Pascal has a very frilly wardrobe," replied Natasha. She checked the coffee maker and turned it on, pulling down two cups. She was determined that things go on as normal, at least for the duration of the mission. When it was over ... maybe they'd have to take separate assignments from then on." You get any sleep?" she asked, taking milk out of the fridge. Her remark made Clint grin as he got to his feet, performing a few necessary stretches. After a night on that couch, God knows he needed to loosen up his muscles a little. Part of him wondered if Natasha would have the courtesy to allow him back into "their" bed. Considering his next words carefully, he found himself nearly starting in with "About last night..." but found it better to just leave the subject alone for now. They had bigger things to worry about. Staggering into the kitchen he waited patiently while the coffee brewed. "Yeah, but not much. You?" He shot back with some concern which could be discerned from his tone of voice. "Enough," she answered noncommittally. She was determined not to talk about last night if possible. She compartmentalized everything; she was quite prepared to put this away indefinitely, too." So how do you want to play today? Nemeses said he'd contact us. You want to go out while we wait or do you want to stay in?" Natasha was all business, or so it seemed, which made Clint feel stupid for dwelling on what happened the previous evening. But he, unlike her, wasn't so quick to shelve the past, despite how unpleasant. Last night had been tense, but not necessarily unpleasant. There were some hard truths he was willing to accept and that she was not, that much he was fairly certain of. Realizing her question he pondered it for a moment or two. "We could stay in bed and do what some married couples do in the morning..." He decidedly teased, knowing it probably wasn't smart to joke when she was talking about their assignment, but the agent simply couldn't resist. He was still going on about this? Natasha shot him a look which said she couldn't tell if he was crazy or an idiot for continually pushing this. Had someone swapped out the Clint she knew? She stared at him and said, quite amazed, "you just can't let this go, can you." Her words came as no surprise, and even Clint would acknowledge that maybe he was hanging onto this subject a little more than what was necessary, or appropriate for that matter. "Well, you asked me in if we should stay in or at. Did I or did I not answer your question, Natasha?" He teased, unable to resist pointing out the fact that his answer, while not completely plausible, did tell her what she wanted to know. "As far as letting this go is concerned.... I will confess that since the notion has come up, it's becoming troublesome trying to suppress it.but can you blame me? I'd think most would be dying to have a roll in the sheets with you, Nat." He quipped, trying not to sound too depraved. Natasha's patience had its limits. She was a naturally rather impatient person, but careful conditioning had forced her to appreciate its virtues. But it was a finite thing and she had reached her limit. If it had been anyone else she would have cracked long ago. So she clenched her right fingers into a fist and swung toward Barton, aiming to connect with his cheek. Why waste words when she could make her point so much clearer this way? Ithaca surprise when Natasha was done with words and actually swung at him. Clearly she'd been pushed to that point. Thankfully his reflexes were better than most, and he narrowly managed to catch her fist that nearly made contact with the side of his face. Grasping her wrist he tightened his grip. "Hey, no need for that now." Clint argued, a tad insulted that she would resort to violence. She hardly gave pause. Once his grip tightened, Natasha twisted her body around, driving their bodies close together. The movement was instinctual - close combat fighting came as naturally to her as breathing. When her back was pressed against his front she slammed the elbow of her free hand back into his stomach. A groan of discomfort left Clint when he felt her elbow driving into his stomach, essentially knocking the wind out of him. Still he was far from incapable, he sighed lightly, really not desiring to fight Natasha. "Hey, take it easy!" He exclaimed in a stern tone, letting go of her completely and taking a couple of steps back. "This isn't productive, and you know it." Productive. He wanted to talk what was and wasn't productive, after repeatedly hitting on her while on a mission in a manner entirely inappropriate, after she had made it clear such advances weren't welcome. And now he wanted to tell her what was productive. Natasha gave him a withering look and stepped in, aiming a high kick at his head. Clint really had no desire to fight her, and sighed when she gave him the look that she did. Despite the fact that he saw the kick coming he made no effort to evade it. When her heel struck his cheek he was sent staggering, left relatively unsteady and unbalanced. His hand touched to the area she'd struck, wincing a bit as he spoke." Feel better now?" He muttered, frustrated. "No," she answered, her voice betraying her anger. She was barely getting started. "You started this shit, Barton. Did you really expect me to just bat my eyelashes and forget it?" She advanced in him again. He'd started it, of course that was true. "And are you going to finish it by beating the hell out of me, Nat?" Clint challenged. He'd given her a free shot, but if this continued, he wasn't going to hold back on her. "That seems like a reasonable start," she countered. She made a right feint and then stepped in to the left instead. The combat took the edge off her anger, made it manageable where it had been white-hot and volatile moments before. It enabled her to think straight, and perhaps sethimstraight. Natasha came close, drawing her arm back and aiming to punch him in the guts. Clint sighed, if she thought he was just going to sit back and get pummeled, then Natasha had another thing coming. Detecting her fake out his hand caught her fist when it went for his torso. Drawing back his own arm he landed a blow to her shoulder then threw the weight of his body into her. She was ready for his counterblow and felt a sense of smug satisfaction that he was finally fighting back. She could deal with this Barton, she knew this game and these rules. Natasha staggered back and took his weight, going back several paces. When she hit the wall she pushed off it and into him, raising her foot and planting it hard into his right knee, seeking to drop him or screw with his balance. The kick to his knee hurt a considerable amount, but Barton was far from down for the count. Grabbing Natasha by the shoulders Clint tossed her back against the wall again. He wasn't afraid to get rough with her. "This is stupid, you know that, right?" He said sharply, speaking low and close to her. She gave an "oh!" as he knocked her back, feeling some of the breath leave her body with it. She reached up between them and grabbed his neck, not squeezing, but holding him tightly. "You said this was what you wanted," she taunted, "well this is her. The Black Widow. What every man thinks about. Right?" Natasha tried to kick his legs out from beneath him. At her words he nearly laughed. Wincing when Natasha grabbed him around the neck, the two were kept close. His leg caught hers, but not without struggling to do so. "I can only imagine what you're like in bed..." Clint remarked with a smirk, leaning close and daring to kiss her. He had some fucking nerve. Natasha felt her temper flare anew and then his lips were against hers. She felt the beginnings of something new, a flutter of excitement that didn't belong here. She bit his lip and with her free hand, seized the short hair of the back of his head and yanked his head back." You're an asshole," she hissed. Wincing again when she yanked him back by his hair and broke their kiss. "He, you're a real sweetheart yourself, Nat." Clint teased, leaning closer to nip at her neck. Aside from fighting her at this close there was a lot he could get away with. Even if it pissed Natasha off, he didn't plan to stop. Natasha threw her weight against him, leading from her shoulder. It was the one he'd hit earlier, and it ached in complaint, but she ignored it. As they hurtled across the room she started throwing fresh punches at close range. She was incredibly quick, her blows intending to land at multiple levels to make them harder to block - going for his face, his abdomen, his torso. Clint only managed to evade the first couple blows before getting struck a few times in the various areas Natasha aimed for. Staggering back he stumbled and fell to the floor, landing on his back and peering up at her nervously. He could have gotten up, but really didn't want to. She looked down at him, frustrated beyond belief with this new behavior and his refusal to leave things well enough alone, or to fight back. She shook her head and walked away, straightening her clothing. "I'm going to request reassignment. You can handle the rest of this one on your own." After maybe a minute he got to his feet, stomping after Natasha and catching her by the arm. "You know Fury won't do that. We're undercover as husband and wife. If you bail Nemeses will get suspicious. You're in this until we're done, like it or not, Nat." "Fuck Fury," she snapped. Her arm tensed beneath his hold, but she did not try to shake him off. Her other arm, however, had tightened its fingers into a fist, instincts kicking automatically in. "You think I'd stay somewhere I don't want to be because he says I have to? You think I even stayed this long with SHIELD because I wanted to?" He just sighed, loosening his grip and pulling her over to face him completely. Clint rested his hands on her shoulders gently, speaking softly and sincerely as their eyes met. "That doesn't matter. I need you on this one, all right? I'm nothing without you. We're a team, so let's take this bastard down, yeah? Forget about us, or that you're mad at me. The mission is more important." Natasha's features weren't softening. She looked as angry as ever - he might have been a total stranger for all the familiarity in her eyes. "Don't do that." Clint sighed, really frustrated that she refused to lighten up. "I'm just saying..." "Don't act like I'm the one being unprofessional here." "You've got me there..." He confessed, removing his hands from her. "Let's just forget it, and focus on Nemeses." "Fine," she answered stiffly, walking back to the coffee maker which was now making happy bloody sounds. She organized two cups and consulted the dine-in breakfast menu, before discarding it and deciding it'd be smarter to get out of the apartment for a while, take in some fresh air. And once this mission was over, it might be well worth taking a break from SHIELD for a while ... A long while. He didn't want there to be any hard feelings between them, but clearly Clint had succeeded in pissing Natasha off pretty bad. A sigh left him, and he filled one of the nearby cups with coffee, taking a sip and retreating back to the living room couch. She was pulling in her shoes, the coffee forgotten to her. Out was a good idea. The tension in here could be cut with a knife ... if she stayed, literal knives might come into it." I'm taking a walk," she told him, collecting her purse with all her fake IDs neatly inserted inside. "Back before ten." "Okay." He answered, indifferent to what Natasha chose to do. Some time apart would do each of them a world of good, considering what had happened between them. Leaving the room felt like an enormous weighted lifted from her shoulders. Natasha took the lift down and emerged from the hotel into a beautiful summer day. She wanted to run, to shake away the tension with a tough exercise session, but that would not fit her cover. So she settled for a brisk walk instead. Barton was out of his goddamn mind. This couldn't happen. Even if she had entertained a few private fantasies (or more than a few) it didn't mean they should act on them. And as she walked the base reason for her anger struck her. It wasn't so much that he desired her, it was that he had gone about expressing it in a clumsy kind of seduction of the like she had seen from every other man who'd tried it in with her. From them, it was to be expected; from Clint, it made her feel cheap. She had come further than she'd intended. She stopped inside the nearest café for breakfast, and maybe the biggest cup of coffee Prague had to offer. It was true that Clint might have been a bit bold in showing his interest. When it came to Natasha he should have been more delicate about it as she was someone he cared about a great deal, but had as of late done a lousy job of showing it. Now she was undoubtedly pissed off, and thinking of how badly he'd screwed up made the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent sigh. Still sprawled out on the couch in their shared suite where she had left him, he considered breakfast. Although more than that he wondered where his partner was. 'For a walk' was pretty vague. Even knowing how capable she was, he was worried. She ate breakfast sparingly and read local newspapers. Several had mentions in the society pages of Nemeses's party; but there were thankfully no photographs of Clint or herself. She thought again of the photos Nemeses had possessed and displayed with the alien technology. She still felt deeply uneasy about it. Though she hadn't seen anything of Hawkeye or Black Widow ... she couldn't let the matter rest. If Nemeses knew who they were ... why would he let it go on? Why not deal with them? Perhaps he hadn't wanted an incident at the party itself. But he knew if who they were he'd know they were reporting back. How much did he want going back to SHIELD? Natasha glanced over at the table to her right. A man was sitting alone, well-dressed in a business suit, taking breakfast. But the feeling had come over her that he was watching her. He had come in after she had, she recalled. She turned the page of her newspaper, affecting casualness, but she had suddenly become doubly watchful. He eventually settled for some more coffee to wake himself up. Last night and this morning had been rough and Clint needed the pick-me-up like you wouldn't even believe. Later on a call was received from Fury inquiring about their progress. His answers had been pretty vague and when asking about Natasha he stretched the truth. Everything's fine, couldn't be better. Those were the words he'd used, although they feigned much truth if he was being honest with himself. When she didn't return right away it made him worry a bit more, although chances were she just wanted to clear her head. And that meant some time away from him. She sipped her coffee and pulled her phone out of her bag. She was smiling a little, as if she had read something which amused her, and then she sent off a quick, encrypted text. Natasha was pissed off at Barton, but she was not stupid. I'm being followed. You probably have a tail too. Watch yourself. Grabbing his own cell off the coffee table when it vibrated the news was hardly pleasant. But Clint was glad for the warning. Thanks. You stay safe, too, Nat. Just then he heard some harsh sounds from the door of the suite. Familiar noises. Forced entry. Not good. Natasha paid the café bill and left the building. She walked at a leisurely pace, heading back to the hotel, keeping to the center of the footpath. She looked like a carefree young woman enjoying the morning. Now and then she would stop to examine something in a shop window, and entered one or two stores to keep up the facade. The longer she went on, the surer she was that she was being tailed. Finally, she veered off the main street and took herself down a narrow alley, out of view of the main road. When her tail caught up with her, Natasha spun and slammed her fist into his stomach, and delivered a savage uppercut. She seized him by the front of his shirt and dragged him behind a cluster of trash cans. Before too long Clint could hear the door of the suite getting broken down by force. Thankfully he was prepared, having fetched his bow from the luggage. The biggest mistake these guys had made was not employing the element of surprise. Loading up a couple of arrows he took careful aim from the living area, popping off the intruders. The shots he'd employed were non-lethal, so they'd wake up in a couple of hours with wicked headaches. As deadly as the archer was he liked to avoid killing if possible. It wasn't always wise to have a conscience in this line of work, though. Hostiles dispatched. How are things looking on your end? Natasha leaned the semi-conscious man against the bins and slapped his face until he stirred into wakefulness." Who sent you?" she asked first in Czech. When she got no reply, she slapped and asked again in French. The sullen look she got in reply assured her he had understood, but did not intend to respond. Natasha gave him a look which seemed to say, 'your choice,' and then took his arm and twisted it back in a deliberate, excruciating turn. "Who sent you?" she repeated. When he still did not reply she increased the pressure until he gasped out a single name." Nemecek!" Natasha smiled, released his arm and snapped his neck. Her phone went off. She checked the message and then peeked around the edge of the bins - her tail's friends had arrived. Not good, she sent back. Not good...that sounded, well, bad. Still Clint was fairly confident that Natasha could hold her own. He was already under the strong assumption that Nemeses had sent these clowns after them. Who else, right? Of course that would mean their covers were essentially blown. But that didn't necessarily mean their mission was over. If there was still the chance of shutting down the mass production of Centauri weapons and technology, they'd take it. What's your location? I think it's important if we regroup. She pressed herself back and did several quick calculations in her head. Two of them - not a big deal. She had no idea what Clint was facing, through - while confident he could handle himself, she wished for a better idea of the bigger picture. She counted down and then sprang out at the latest intruders. They put up little resistance. For an ordinary person they would have posed some difficulty - one in particular was quite strong. But Natasha wasn't an ordinary person, and she could bring strong men down before they even had the opportunity to make sense of the tiny woman before them. When they were down, she picked up her phone. Fuck these messages. She called him." Barton." And then she started moving, putting as much distance between herself and the bodies as she could at a brisk walk. The phone call was a surprise though not a large one. It'd obviously be a quicker means of communication, although he soon hoped to be speaking with her face to face. While the two of them were personal odds right now that was utterly insignificant compared to the mission still presented to them. Anything else could afford to be put on hold, of course, as the safety and welfare of many lives depended on their success or failure in the field. No pressure, though, right? At least with his phone ringing Clint had a feeling Natasha was persevering against anything thrown at her. Just like he knew she would." I'm here, Nat. What's the situation?" All the while he was gathering a few things, in the event of needing to go mobile to rendezvous with his partner. "I've had better days," she answered, smiling at a passerby who would never guess this friendly, pretty young woman had just killed three men. "And so have those three friends I said I was catching up with. Where are you, still at the party?" She was ascertaining if he was at the hotel, with company. "Yeah, but party's over. Guests couldn't stay." He answered, indicating his own batch of hostiles had been dealt with. From what Natasha said, Clint knew her tails hadn't fared any better against her. "On the move, though.any thoughts on a rendezvous?" He inquired, by now in the hall and en route to the elevator. For now, she was alone, and Natasha forced herself to slow her pace even more. She returned to main streets. They would be looking for her on the narrow back alleyways, expecting her to stage an escape that way. She intended to hide in plain, busy sight." I'm not far from the Old Town Square. Can rendezvous under the Jan Hus memorial. Are you able to make that?" Moving at an even pace through the streets of Prague, Clint did well to keep up a natural stride. Rushing would only make him stand out to any potential hostiles in the area. Truthfully he was in no mood for another rumble, but the S.H.I.E.L.D. was physically and mentally prepared for any further hostility." Yeah, see you in a few." He answered hastily before disconnecting the call. The distraction of carrying on their conversation couldn't be afforded. In a few minutes that passed like hours, he was residing near the indicated memorial, waiting on Natasha. Part of him was shocked he'd gotten there first. Still he kept an eye out for the redhead, past issues put on hold as the mission was to be their focus now.

Identities and Debts (Ansem & Stella)|rating:4.0

Ride, Horsemen, Ride

700 years ago, the world's Heroes defeated the final evil. The gates were sealed, the monsters were teleported to other planes of existence, the generals were slain. At last, they were vanquished, and the world could be at peace. Upon their destruction, their artifacts were scattered across the world, to be forever sealed and secured so no one else could ever find them or use them. Ages past. The heroes died in peace and prosperity. The world moved on. People grew forgetting the old tales, and the memories of monsters and evil slipped away into stories of fairy tales and imagination. But what they didn't know is that evil is required for the world to live. Without evil, the moral essence of the world is unbalanced, and for centuries it's been slowly ripping this material plane apart. Four young men and women - all from the same [town, city, region, something] have the exact same dream. This dream shows them the planar crack in the world and foretells the world ripping apart. The final conclusion is the destruction of all life on this entire plane of existence. But the dream also tells them how to fix it - it shows them where an ancient artifact is. They must find the artifact and activate it, and upon doing so, they will usher in the new savior of the world. Little do our would-be heroes realize that these artifacts will transform them, and that they will be the saviors of the world by ushering in a new era of evil. The scales have tipped to far, and it is time for them to tip back.=================================This campaign will start at level 1. Everyone must be human (but see below). Your PCs all know each other and are friends. By Level 3 (which should only be a few weeks), you'll find the first artifact, and you'll transform into your desired race. You get to keep the benefits of being human, plus you'll get the benefits of the new race of choice. It's preferable you pick a race that has a monstrous image, but it is not required. As of right now there are no monsters in this world. No vampires, demons, orcs, goblins, dragons, faerie, anything. The humans have completely conquered the world. Your PCs will reintroduce them to the world (which ones will be up to you), by seeking out and discovering artifacts, magical locations, portals, gates to other dimensions, etc. The beginning of the game will be exploration, overcoming traps, and fighting humans. Mid-game will be army building and kingdom design, as well as fighting both human "heroes" and some of the monsters you've released (as they have their own plans and ideas and not all of them will follow your orders). End game will be your armies fighting their armies to see who conquers the world. End game may also be about defending certain locales to prevent the humans from removing all evil again, or even finding ways to permanently open certain gates/portals. Whether your armies actually conquer the world or whether the humans conquer it, finding a way to permanently keep Evil in the world to balance Good is the only way to save the world. Win or lose, you shall bring the apocalypse with you. This campaign was inspired by the following song:Megadeth - Blessed are the Dead Reserved for later use Seine woke from her nightmare gasping for breath, drenched in cold sweat. That was a dream?she asked herself, surprised. Didn't feel like one at all. Logically, she doubted it meant much, of course, and went to prepare her normal spells for the day. But that nagging feeling wouldn't go away. I should talk to Cerise about it, This seems like cleric stuff, she might know if I should worry about it. She decided once she was finished. She got her things together, and walked out the door to look for her cleric friend. In a small inn a short distance away, panicked and bloodshot eyes snapped open. The whispers he heard after his visit to that old cave out in the woodlands, tonight he had a reprise from them replaced instead by a terrible beautiful dream. A dream of a place between the worlds, a way of answering that call that whispered to him ever since that visit. It was not quite the same, but this crack promised more of the beloved energy. Cerise hunches over an anvil in one corner of the blacksmith's shop. The room is almost entirely dark, save for the iron bar currently being worked. This glows cherry red, while she bends over it with a hammer. A drop of sweat falls from her forehead and sizzles on the metal. Her brows drawn together, she concentrates on the work, almost oblivious to the outside world. Eventually, the bar's color changes from red to black, and she slides it in the furnace to reheat. Wiping her forehead, Cerise wanders over to a crockery water pitcher in one corner of the shop, and takes a long drink. She looks around, noticing Seine for the first time." Hey." Going back to the furnace, she removes the bar and places it back on the anvil." So"There is a loud bang as her hammer comes down."what"Bang"brings"Bang"you"Bang"here"Bang, she pauses for a moment to turn the bar over and contemplate her next move,"so early in the day?" Seine blinked with each bang of the hammer. When Cerise stopped to ask about the reason for her visit she spoke. Well, I had a... disturbing... Dream. I rarely have extremely vivid dreams and I usually forget them, but this one is stuck in my mind. She starts describing the events of the dream to Cerise. And I have this nagging feeling that it's completely real. That I have every reason to be worried about this. What do you think? At home, in her exquisite room fit for a noble (which she also was), Camilla woke with a startling scream.... The dream, no, Nightmare... It's been so real! She could not for the life of her remember the details specifically, but somehow it felt like she knew subconsciously what it all meant... Just not on a conscious level. Still shook up, she got out of bed and went about her normal daily routines before her final choice to head out for herself for a while. She had Father's permission of course, but it might also have been the Magical Academy's influence that might have added in to her Father's acceptance of letting his priced daughter go out on her own... Cerise taps away with her hammer while she listens, nodding to herself. She pauses to look at Seine with a concerned expression on her face." That's bad. Very bad." She places the bar back in the furnace." Someone's taking an interest in you." A gesture at the sky makes it clear who 'someone' might be." The god's start messing about with you, and all hell follows just behind." Taking it out, Cerise grasps both ends with a pair of tongs and bends the bar into a horse-shoe with a grunt." Trust me, I'd know." She removes a small steel punch from a rack, and bangs nail holes into the metal." I'd be very careful who you tell about that." Cerise picks up the complete horseshoe with a pair of tongs, dropping it in a bucket of oil, then water. There is a loud hiss, and steam hides her from sight. Placing the horseshoe on a rack, she walks out to the front of the stall, and leans on one of the wooden posts." As a rule, dreams of the apocalypse don't make you popular. That's why I'm working in this dump." She shrugs, then sighs." I have nightmares, sometimes. Don't tell people, 'cause that tends to freak them out. Still, if you're having the same kind of dreams, maybe I need to do something about them. They just weren't clear enough, at least, not until last night." She massages her forehead, carefully." Wait, tell me that dream again, slowly, while I'm not trying to do something else. 'Cause it sounds creakily like my last nightmare, now that I think of it." Prologue Four young men and women grew up in the city. They were friends - or at least acquaintances - before The Dream happened. How did they know each other? What were some defining moments in their lives?=================In the prologue, you will each write some stuff about how your PC knew another PC by answering the following prompts:Roll a d3. Cross your name off the list. Explain how your bond relates to the person you rolled. Cross their name off the list. Roll a d2. Explain how your flaw relates to the person rolled. Cross their name off the list. Finally, with the person remaining, explain how your ideal relates to this person.1) Camilla2) Seline3) Sigrun4) William They could be vaguely related (e.g. family member of a person associated with your flaw), or they could be the direct cause of your ideal. Whatever it is, explain how they are associated with your ideal, bond, and flaw. Regardless of the story, this person is still someone you consider a friend. Example: If I'm Camilla, let's stay I roll a 2 on the d3 for step 1. I would write how Sign is associated with my bond. Then I roll a 2 on the d2. I would write how William is associated with my flaw. Finally, I would write how Seine is associated with my ideal. I can't say I've ever been on good terms with the gods. Can't imagine why any of them would choose me to mess with. Seline said and scratched her head nervously. Cerise's words got even worse however, and Seine was beginning to give in to that part of her that was screaming that her dream was important. Originally Posted by Mr. E *snip* Seine takes a few deep breaths to calm herself. She leans on a post just beside the one Cerise is leaning on, and slowly reiterates the dream in as much detail as she can remember. Camilla - The Connections With nobility comes troubles. One of these is the fact that the On Anderson Family is in a sort of Cold War commercial feud with the Van Vellum Family, the heir apparent son, Michael, being a major object of affection and attraction by Camilla. Sadly Michael does yet not know of her affections for him. However, a Warlock by the name of William have approached Camilla with an offer of collaboration. For him to further HIS wants and needs, and in exchange help her once she sees the opportunity to claim her beloved. Camilla is of nobility, yet always enjoyed walking into the markets and experience what commoners do, at least in a minor fashion since she could only observe this life from the outside. It was hobby that got started after she'd talked with her religious tutor, a retired cleric of the God Hephaestus, the very same god that Cerise worships.However, the effect of the tutoring mixed with such observations by young Camilla, along with slight misunderstandings and preconceived ideas made this hobby turn into her secret way to observe and in her own mind ridicule the vermin populous. Even fellow nobles gets the same mental treatment. Yet it's so ingrown that she often needs a second-hand impression of someone to get beyond this rather disturbing flaw of her mindset. It's something she usually doesn't outwardly show or even acknowledge. She loves being adored for kindness, yet the niggling disdain is always there, hidden away. Celine and Camilla both studied the Magical arts together at the same time with the same master, and developed some of the same ideals and outward looks on power and knowledge. It's a common interest that makes Camilla at least acknowledge Celine's power and worth as an ally, along with, possibly, even a friend. Connections:Camilla Well, she's nobility, which I'd usually find a bit off-putting. I don't like it when people get all this power without really trying, or even asking. However, she's not really much for religion, and that makes her useful. The authority she has as a noble's daughter would make her a possible ally against the temple. If I can find something she wants, maybe we can trade. Seline Hanging out with Selina is always a lot of fun, but I always feel bad afterward. I mean, I'm the one who spent their childhood in a temple, and she still knows more about it than I do. It always reminds how badly I fail at being a cleric, and I hate being reminded of that. She's always so nice to listen to, as well, and I know I'm not. It's frustrating, being reminded of my own incompetence. William William's a good friend, even if I don't approve of what he does. People should work hard for their rewards, not just steal it from something else. Someday that'll come back to bite him, for sure. But when it does, I'm going to be there. Not to mock him, or anything, but to show him how to do things properly. There's good bones in him, deep down. Seine's Connections: William: He seems to have found some kind of lost demonic power. And he knows some things about history. I have an ancient text that I stole from a drunk wizard when he was leaving the town tavern. It has the names of demons in it, but it's in an old language, so William and I are trying to see if we can find out more about his discovery. This is a complete secret, k? Please don't tell anyone, or I'll have to hurt you. Camilla: she's a classmate. And she's really smart, too. Mostly we compare notes, and work together to further our magical study. We've had a few fights though. There was that one time I really wanted to make a totally new spell. It was way before we were ready for that, and Camilla was the one to talk me out of potentially blowing myself up, and remind me that we only knew the basics of spell craft. Not my best moment, I admit, and it wouldn't be the last time I was overly eager to learn something new. But that's another story. Cerise: Cerise is a good friend who always gives great advice. I've always believed knowledge was the key to power, to unlocking our true potential. Cerise may not know as much as me, but she knows more about what to do with the knowledge she has. Sometimes I wonder if that's an even more valuable form of knowledge. And forging is fascinating when you think about it. I remember she tried to show me how to forge a simple knife once. The process was easy enough to understand in theory, but I just couldn't get it to turn out the way she did. It's not just knowing, it's being able to do the right thing at the right time, based on subtle signs. Cerise is actually much better at that than me. Connections f one William BlackridgeCamilla:Once I thought being above the law meant burning through cities until none would stop you, but observing her I found being above the law can be far easier with friends in the right places. I had to offer her a few favors of my own, but the more you get tied in with her lot the fewer people are willing to challenge Joseline:Even once I joined up with the military, there was significantly to little slaughter and too many records for my liking. Yet now and again when I caught some gutter thief who no one would ever miss, when I felt the fire rising from beneath or could not bear the ideal of bringing them in I would simply take them to Saline and learn her way of making people disappear. Combined with our joint interest in the histories a curious friendship soon arose. Cerise:It was a long time ago when I first met Cerise, I had helped an acolyte under attack by some street thug, in all honesty I'LD considered joining in on the other side for a quick buck. Nonetheless, the help I gave to that acolyte was repaid many times over, with me receiving much help from that temple. That changed when I received my new gifts, with those around the temple acting with bare hostility. However, Cerise as an acolyte I soon recognized still helped me get back on my feet and prevented the temple discovering just what it was they were detecting. Chapter 1 - Acting Upon a Dream The dream you each have reveals to you secrets long forgotten. It tells of a story about how the world was shaped today - the vanquishing of Evil and the sequestration of Good in this world. And it shows you the Plane of Existence being ripped a part of nothing is done. All of it starts at one location, the first of many that you are urged to travel. You shall be the saviors of the world so long as you unlock a series of barriers that is consuming so much universal energy that it's ripping apart space and time itself. You leave town, with what equipment you have, either solo or in pairs.==================For your next post, please describe how you leave town as you head on the Eastern Road. Did you leave alone or in a group, and if in a group, with whom (PC or NPC)? Did you bring extra supplies (whether by purchase or theft?). Is anyone pursuing you? Was your departure with the blessing of your family and friends, done against their wishes, or entirely in secret? You can add in more if you like. Seine's only living family was her father, who she had many arguments with growing up, and rarely spoke to now. She left without a word to the old man, and didn't know if he'd pursue her or not, though she doubted it. She did buy ten days worth of rations before she left, wanting to make sure she had plenty of food. Furthermore, she met Cerise at the edge of town and they left together. Cerise nods at Seine, shuffling her pack more comfortably onto her shoulders. She has few connections in town, having already been thrown out of the Temple. She doubts anybody will even notice that she is gone, except the blacksmith for whom she was making horse-shoes. Which is, of course, probably for the best. This way, nobody will really know what I am up to. The two of them start down the road, Cerise settling into a steady pace. It isn't rapid, but she is certain that she could go on for hours without slowing down. Turning to Seine, she decides to start a conversation." Know whether anybody else will be joining us?" When the darkness filled the streets with the city, and all reasonable men and women were slumbering in the night, that was when Black ridge left. In a small bag hosted over his shoulder he held his food, and a few partially translated pages. On his hip he held his small coin bag and his blade but little else. He slipped outside the city, evading most of the guard patrols by virtue of his own experience with the routes. Once out he continues with a frantic pace, desperate to reach this place within his dreams. He traveled all through the day and throughout much of the night. He wore a black cloak with a hood covering part of his face, while he never had an aptitude for stealth he did his best to hide from those who may interrupt his travels. Camilla Exiting her home, she left behind her family. She was quite happy to do so, because it was getting quite stuffy having to follow 'daddy' and his rules anymore. As planned she met up with the others, smile on her face, backpack full of her stuff and her Grimier (spell book) secured to her hip safely. "Hello everyone.... Ready to go?" She asked, still smirking the same haughty-but-real smile she always did. You leave town on the Eastern Road, headed towards a long forgotten locale know only to you by a strange dream. While the dream may have altered between each if you, the information and the details it passed on was the same. The summer morning is warm and cloudless, and traveling is easy. It's not long before the city is behind you. As the day progresses, it gets hot, but you soon find the Eastern Road leading into a forest and the trees provide a respite from the sun. That evening, you find a hollow tree. The Solider is the first to find it, and already has a small camp set up for one by the time the rest of you arrive. Those who have ventured into this forest before, this tree is a known camp site and provides shelter from the rain. But tonight, no such shelter is needed, for the skies are clear, and the night is warm. Throughout the night, you hear the chirps, growls, and scuffling of animals, but none seem to be brave enough to disturb your camp site. You pack up in the morning, and the group of three became the group of four. About half a day out, you pass the first village outside the city. A few days later, you find the first of the landmarks seen in the dream. It looks inconspicuous - a tree that is twisted with branches that make it look humanoid. It doesn't seem completely out of place, but to the right eye it is obviously different. This sets you off the main road and deeper into the forest. You head down a footpath - one that's well traveled enough - to a small lake. You hear voices. Down at the lake there is a young couple playing in the waters. They wave as you pass. The lake itself has a river feeding into it, and this is your next sign. You follow the river up until it turns into streams. You follow the stream until you reach the source. Here, at the source of the stream, do you find your first obstacle. Describe some conversation along the way, anything you did at the village you passed (shopping for supplies, stopping to eat, stealing anything, talking to anyone, just passing through, etc...), any interaction you had with the swimmers, and what you're going to do about your first obstacle. BlackridgeSo I suppose each of you felt the same dreams as my own? And you found this same treasured campsite as well, how ... fortunate. And how go your affairs in the city, are those in the temple still able to keep you from your hard work Cerise? Camilla has that Michael fool finally cottoned on? Seine, just let me thank you once more aiding me in my attempt to find that cove. And when did you all depart? Tell me how prepared are you for this journey must we make any more acquisitions from these unfortunates or shall we leave them unhindered for the present. He speaks in a slow deliberate voice occasionally smiling with a grim malice, much changed from the nervous guard once known, in moments far from the beaten track when he is sure that none but the group, he is constantly create glowing motes of blood-red light that swirl around his forearms. In the village the becomes agitated wishing to hurry through with little conversation, stopping by only to pick up more rations, when sighting the swimmers he smiles gladly as he waves back, his eyes show a momentary consideration of some other course of action but in the end he simply quietly departs. Hoping once more to maintain a fast pace. Cerise The walk is calming, almost soothing. For the first time in far too long, Cerise enjoys a good nights sleep, without dreams of fire and destruction. She is not sure that that is truly encouraging, or just sinister. She ignores the bathers, merely tops up her supplies at the village, but otherwise does not interact the scenery. Occasionally she talks to Seine, but she spends much of the time lost in thought. Indeed, even when they discover the thing, she says nothing for a while." What is that?" This question appears more rhetorical than practical, as she immediately moves onto other matters. Cautiously approaching the base of the structure, Cerise searches for a (relatively) safe route up to the source of the water. Seine:Well I'm glad out of anyone it's the three of you that shared these dreams, Seline said with a smile. And William I told you I was happy to help. During the journey Seine chats with Cerise and William when they're feeling talkative, and waves back to the couple as they pass by. As they sleep in the camp by the hollow tree Seine takes longer than usual to fall asleep, not being used to the woods, but finally manages to get some rest. When they reach the obstacle Seine gets a little frustrated, Now how are we supposed to get up there? Seline thinks for a moment about whether she's ever heard of anything like this structure. You don't recall any information about this locale. This is part of the forgotten past, and you only knew about it from your dreams. You don't see any safe and easy way up. For scale, you can see some birds in the picture. The structure is fairly big. That opening by itself can easily be walked in fully standing up with your arms stretched upwards, and still be several times your height wide. Camilla Camilla clearly enjoyed leaving her home. It was a blissful exit and the exploration have finally begun." In my opinion, it's rather irritating to have the gods interfere in our lives. I personally never asked for their help, guidance or anything like that. They are nothing to me, thus I should be nothing to them." Camilla added in conversationally to the others as the walk continued onwards past that man-like tree."Yeah, that dream... It was rather vivid and no, William, not yet. I do have a plan though." She said, swapping from conversation to reply on William's question rather easily. As to her plan, well she had no intention on voicing it out. Not yet anyway. She passed through that village without need or want for shopping, having taken along all she needed for now when she left home. Spoiler: Rolls'n'Checks Hide Intelligence checks to see if Camilla might recognise or remember some info about that source-thing. Int: Arcane (1d20+5)[16] Int: History (1d20+5)[8] By "the source" I meant the source of the water that feeds into the stream and eventually the river. Your path lies in following the water, so you must figure out a way to get up there and into the cavernous mouth of that giant contraption, whatever it is. It's quite high up, ranging in the tens of meters/yards just to reach the bottom. The whole structure looks to be hundreds of meters tall, jutting out of the side of a cliff. If you're wondering why no one has been here, it's because you're in dense wilderness, where no human has traveled in a long time. You long ago left the trails made by human feet. For some portion of the time you followed deer trails, and then had to push past brush on your own. Pop out some ideas. If you don't have the proper gear, you can always turn back to that town that was a few days back. You may try to climb, you may try to find the top of that cliff and come down. You may make use of your spells or any equipment you have. But whatever you try to do, you have to come up with a way to get in. William Black ridge After a short moment looking at the side of the cliff, Black ridge raises his hands and seeks to Blast handholds in the cliff face a smile spreading across his face as he unleashes the Eldritch force, after a short effort he turns to a dress the rest of the group don't suppose anyone has anything particularly clever to do? Camilla With a cough, Camilla took attention towards herself. "Well.... the only thing I got is a contingency in that I can, with a little time, do a spell called feather fall... but it's meant to be used to descend steep surfaces or avoid dying from falling from a great height. It's not meant to make it easier to get up that cliff." Seine shook her head as William sent an eldritch blast into the structure, leaving little more than a scorch mark. Okay, let's all take a breath and think. Most of my spells are more suited to damage things. I have some for other situations, but none for climbing or flying. And I don't feel confident in my climbing skills. We could try to see if there's an easy path to the top of that cliff and then Camilla can feather fall us down, but that might take a while. Or we could go back to that village and try to buy climbing gear, I'm not seeing any other good options. Seline suggested. "At this point I am forced to agree with Seine." Cerise finishes her analysis of the structure, shrugging to herself." I suspect, out of those two options, to approach from the top would be easier. Even if we did climb up from underneath, the water would make it challenging to approach. It would be far easier if we could come down from the top, lower somebody down by rope to show us how to avoid wading in the stream, than by going in blind. That being said, I have one last thing to try." Approaching a face of the rock, places her tools on the ground. Extracting her smith's tools, Cerise cautiously tests the hardness of the metal. If it is soft enough, maybe I can make us handholds, and thus make the climbing easy. The metal itself isn't soft, but it is covered in thick Vines and branches, meaning you could use them to assist in climbing. The blasts cast by the warlock at the side of the cliff does produce some divots, which could assist in the climb. Making your way to the top could take hours or days or weeks. You don't see an immediate route up; however, you know there must be one simply based on the nature of geography. Camilla can find a path up, but it is dangerous. You'll need ropes and hooks at a minimum. Some spells to generate hand/foot holds will help. Safety tie lines to prevent each other from plummeting to your death. Pitons or something akin to them can help secure rope where you can't hook it. It is certainly possible. Whatever gear you don't have on you, please explain how you're going to get it, or if you'd rather risk simply going without. We have four magic users in the group, I'm certain you can figure something out. :) Camilla Giving the situation a deeper mulling-over, Camilla spots that harsh-but-hopefully-easier pathway via the vines and such." Hmm... I wouldn't recommend any of us climbing up there unless we got the right gear for it. Better safe than sorry, am I right?" She said to the others, clearly hinting at heading back to town to get the right sort of equipment needed, maybe give it a day's time there as well if need be. Cerise Cerise nods quietly." I still suspect that we would better detouring round and coming down from the top. I struggle to visualize us surmounting the overhanging sections without extensive detours, and I do not wish to have to try and camp atop that." She gestures at the bare and shelving sides of the thing. Spoiler: IOC Hide Looking at the picture, I can't see an easy and straightforward route, even with climbing gear. The angle it's on means that there are extensive sections which would be very challenging to climb, at least without going up to the top of the structure and coming back down. William BlackridgeLet's just see how hard it is before we pointlessly delay. I do not wish to tarry on this endeavor. After dropping his bags and fixing the rope to his belt, then further ado William begins climbing the strongest vine available, stabbing a dagger into larger growths to pull himself up or unleashing blasts into the surfaces to create footholds and handholds where they did not previously exist. William starts climbing up, and between his rope, dagger, and blasting out hand and footholds, he manages to make slow progress. It takes the better part of an hour, but he manages to get to the first "leg" at the bottom of the structure, where he can actually stand. The leg itself is overgrown and a little slippery, due to the water running down. It's a little larger than 10 feet across, meaning that he's at least not physically climbing while he's on it. The image, you can see several legs sticking out of the structure. If you look closely enough, you can see a secondary leg beyond the first. These are all around the structure. The bottom most secondary leg is where William is. You can't see it on the picture, but based on the other legs you can get a good visualization. From here, William can investigate further, or figure out a way to get the rest of the team up. "Do you think you can get up to the second spur?" Cerise shouts up to him. It looks like the rest of the journey would require minimal climbing from there on." She starts to remove her armor at the bottom, preparing for the ascent." But first, if you can drop us a line, I can easily climb up, and then we can haul the others up together." [IOC]Why didn't I think of this before?! If I rotate the image 90° and crop, I can simulate the leg you're on. You're at the bottom of the screen, on a ledge that's just outside the picture. You have to go up. With the rope tied in knots and secured, it's relatively easy for you to climb up. (DC 5 Athletics, and if you have a +4 to your roll, you automatically succeed). Cerise Cerise finishes removing her armor, and her pack, then begins to climb the rope. It's an easy enough climb, although still long enough to be a little challenging. Once at the top, she turns to William with a nod." Lovely view, less convinced about the wet." She smiles a little, more because she prefers to have ground under her feet than because her comment was particularly funny. Spoiler: IOC Hide Rolling to climb, then: (1d20+2)[9] Camilla With a slow, sloppy and arduous climb, Camilla finally managed to get up that rope'n'surface to join the others. She'd barely managed it, having almost slipped 3 times and lost her grasp on the rope so it was of course shown in her heavier breathing and flustered expression and overall body language since she was literally having a minor overdose of adrenaline from the shocks of nearly falling from the rope 3 times in rather short successions. Cerise Cerise nods at Camilla as the other breasts the top of the spur, extending a hand to tug her over the edge. Turning her attention back to the problem at hand, she hands William another coil of rope." Ready for another climb?" She pauses, then continues,"I would go myself, but you can't heal me if I fall." As the last of you make it to the top, five of the birds flocking around the entrance come flying down, claws extended. They do not look like the normal birds you've seen before, they seem infused with something. A crackling energy is imbued within them. As they get close, you can see five of them aiming for you.(Let's do some combat! All PCs up! You're on a ten-foot wide ledge). Black ridge crouches low, placing a knee and grasping the vines with one hand to ensure stability, from the palm of his other hand comes a swirling bolt of dark energy, Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[12] (1d10)[3] Camilla Upon seeing those nasty birds flap their way in a clearly hostile attack pattern, Camilla grabbed a firmer hold on the vines and such on their platform and made the right hand-moves and utterances to send a small bolt of searing flame at one of the other birds that wasn't attacked by her party members to ensure max spread of damage. Spoiler: Combat Roll! Hide Fire Bolt Spell Attack (1d20+5)[22] Damage: (1d10)[8] Nice hit and nice damage! I seriously doubt they got more than 22 AC. And nearly top damage on that fire bolt as well, boohoo! Seine sent a fire bolt of her own at another of the hostile birds. Spoiler: rolls Hide (1d20+5)[19] (1d10)[3] Cerise swears as she shuffles a little, trying to get a firmer grip on the slippery surface. Raising her hammer in one hand, she begins to chant, divine power swelling through her. A corona of divine light encircles her comrades, while her scale-mail sparkles and glows in the light. Spoiler: IOC Hide Casting Bless on everybody else, then using my blessing's of the forge feature to make my armor +1 till the next long rest. Between Camilla and Seine, they fry one of the bird right out of the air. William's magic just barely misses as the bird barrel rolls right around it. Cerise casts bless on everyone. The birds dive in, on each of you. Bird Vs Camilla - (1d20+5)[16][Roll]If hit]1d4+3[/roll]Bird Vs Cerise - (1d20+5)[24][Roll]If hit]1d4+3[/roll]Bird Vs Selina - (1d20+5)[14][Roll]If hit]1d4+3[/roll]Bird Vs William - (1d20+5)[6][Roll]If hit]1d4+3[/roll]If you're hit, make a DC 12 DEX Save. If you fail, you get knocked off the ledge, and you start to fall. If you start to fall, anyone can take an action to catch you. Make a DC 10 DEX (Acrobatics) check to catch someone, followed by a DC 8 STR (Athletics) check to not be pulled off with them. If you're falling, you can make a DC 10 DEX (Acrobatics) check to catch the rope. You can make two attempts, the first is 20 feet down (no damage), the second is 40 feet down (1d6 burn damage from rope burn, you roll it). Fail all of these, and you take 4d6 falling damage. And that's what I get for not proofreading my copy/pastes. Camilla If Hit Damage - (1d4+3)[6]Cerise If Hit Damage - (1d4+3)[4]Salina If Hit Damage - (1d4+3)[7]William If Hit Damage - (1d4+3)[4] His lips curling into an ugly sneer William slashes at the birds with both his rapier and his dagger. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Rapier Attack: (1d20+4)[5] Rapier Damage (1d8+2)[8] Dagger Attack (1d20+4)[21] Damage(1d4+2)[3] Cerise gets pushed off the edge by the bird slamming into her, but thankfully Seine is there to catch her friend.(William attacks, Seine uses action to save Cerise. Cerise and Camilla can still go). Cerise swears, adrenaline surging through her system as she stumbles off balance. Somebody catches her hand, and she manages to brace a foot against the slippery stone." Thanks,"the cleric calls over her shoulder, as she crouches down, then lashes out at the incoming birds. Her heavy mace moves with surprising speed while she raises her shield against attack. Spoiler: IOC Hide Right then, sadly bless goes as my concentration rolls where absolutely terrible. Instead, I go for plan B (hit everything). Attack roll: (1d20)[1] Damage (if I hit): (1d6+2)[3] Alright, what do people recommend as an appropriate sacrifice to assuage the wrath of the dice roller? Camilla With a grimace from the pain caused by the attacking bird that hit her, Camilla, with an anger-filled expression, extends her hand once more and sends another fire bolt at one of those damn birds! Spoiler: All the Roll Hide Fire bolt Attack (1d20+5)[15] Fire bolt Damage (1d10)[8] If the above roll misses, then if Camilla still counts as being blessed (and the miss is between 1-4 away from hitting, then I'll be using that bless-bonus 1d4 to add to the attack roll. (1d4)[4] William stabs another bird and then Camilla fries it!(No more push tactics, that was a special first round move). Two birds hover over Cerise and Seine, while one bird scratches at William. Bird vs Cerise - (1d20+5)[20]Damage - (1d4+3)[4]Bird vs Saline - (1d20+5)[20]Damage - (1d4+3)[6]Bird vs William - (1d20+5)[16]Damage - (1d4+3)[6] Cerise fights in grim silence, lashing out at the hovering birds. The three remaining creatures prove frustratingly difficult to kill, and those claws are sharp. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Seine go down, and steps sideways to stand over her, while continuing to attack. Changing tactics, she raises her mace, a bolt of searing fire leaping from it to attack the nearest bird. Spoiler: IOC Hide Okay, going to try something different. Casting Sacred Flame on the nearest bird. It needs to make a DEX save, or take 1d8 radiant damage. (1d8)[6] Sick of fighting these Viscous beasts Black ridge changes tactics in the hope of having them bend to their natural instincts. First he unleashes another crackling Holt of hellfire. Before creaming the cry of demons long-lost to this world. Back you foul cretins! Spoiler: Rolls Hide Eldritch Blast=(1d20+5)[10] Damage=(1d10)[8] Intimidate Roll? (1d20+5)[18] Surprised by her own strength for the second time this day, Seine manages to drag Cerise back up. Her excitement at this is short-lived as one of the stupid manages to sink its claws into her neck, and she collapses. Spoiler: death save Hide Let's go ahead and roll my first one I guess. (1d20)[2] One thing you do notice is that the crackling energy in the birds seems to be eating them up, making them a bit clumsier and weaker with each passing moment. Camilla Camilla hotheadedly fired another bolt of fire at the be-damned birds! Spoiler: Mar Roll Hide Fire bolt Attack (1d20+5)[10] Damage (1d10)[4] Camilla and William each both blast a bid out of the sky. Cerise tries to cook the bird as well. Dex Save - (1d20)[19]If it fails, it still has 1 HP remaining.(They have reduced DEX and HP due to the crackling energy eating them up.) The last reasoning bird is scared away, and as it flies, it crumbles into ash as the energy completely consumes it (how long it takes for that to happen depends on whether it failed its save or not, but either way, it will happen).(Combat over, everyone gain 100 XP). Cerise looks over the group, taking in their injuries." Well, let's not stay here. I don't want to run into any more of those things, whatever they were." She reaches down to give Seine a hand up." William, you are good for more climbing? I want to get somewhere we can rest, that doesn't lose our progress so far." Originally Posted by Mr. E Cerise looks over the group, taking in their injuries. "Well, let's not stay here. I don't want to run into any more of those things, whatever they were." She reaches down to give Seine a hand up. "William, you are good for more climbing? I want to get somewhere we can rest, that doesn't lose our progress so far." Grinning with a rush of euphoria William replies quickly. Perhaps, I'll endeavor to find a way up. Try to hold me steady, so I don't fall all the way to the floor. William looks over the cliff, searching in advance for areas which have handholds and those that require their creation. He ties a rope around his waist and gives it to Cerise. Then he steadily begins to ascend. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Don't fail me now! (1d20+2)[9] Camilla Looking rather scuffed up and scratched, Camilla exhales with annoyance and wishes she had found a way to incorporate healing magic into her Wizard-trained abilities. Alas, up till now she hadn't found a way to do so. With Cerise's help Seine pulls herself to her feet. I really thought I was done there for a second. I wonder what was up with those birds, she says with a sigh of relief. William grabs more rope and starts blasting holes and finding things to grab to climb up to the next tier. Just as he's about to reach the next level, his hand slips, and he loses his grip. He starts to fall away from the cliff side. DC 12 DEX Save or free fall back to the first platform. There is no time for thought more articulate than*KING Hellas he desperately scrabbled for handholds at the cliff edge. Spoiler: Rolls Hide I hate these rolls (1d20+2)[3] Falling, you land hard back on the platform. You take(2d6)[6]falling damage. Someone can catch you with a DC 10 Strength (Athletics) or DEX (Acrobatics) check, granting you resistance. Cerise watches William's progress from below, waiting to see the results of his climb. She sees him scrabble for balance, then topple backwards. Dirt and pebbles fall onto the platform and Cerise leaps forward. Nearly slipping on the metal surface, she attempts to catch him before he strikes the 'ground'. Spoiler: IOC Hide Alright then, let's try and avoid unnecessary damage. Using athletics: (1d20+2)[6] And yeah, time to head back down. I've got one cure-wounds spell left, but that's probably not going to be enough to get the whole party safely up. Also, I don't think I've passed a single roll this game Ok, so everyone climbs back down and sets up camp? Or do you try to camp on the tier 1 ledge? The party carefully climbs down the knotted rope and spends the next hour or so setting up camp.(Mark off any rations or roll for survival to hunt and gather food. Background feature may substitute if someone has outlander or a similar feature). Who has what watch?(1d100)[99] Originally Posted by hamster The party carefully climbs down the knotted rope and spends the next hour or so setting up camp. (Mark off any rations or roll for survival to hunt and gather food. Background feature may substitute if someone has outlander or a similar feature). Who has what watch? [roll0] Camilla Camilla decided to take first watch, mostly since it's easier to stay up two extra hours, than wake up 2 hours earlier. Cerise nods at Camilla, then rifles through her pack. Extracting a light crossbow, she moves quietly away from the camp, looking for a bird or similar creature that could be eaten. Might as well make our rations go a little bit farther, if I can. Spoiler: IOC Hide Okay, I'll bite: (1d20+3)[9] Also I have one cure wounds left, which I think William needs the most, having the least HP of our frontline warriors. Groaning in pain Black ridge lays still on the ground as his bruises begin to fade Spoiler: Hit dice Hide So I heal for: (1d8+2)[8] "I guess I don't mind taking second or third watch. Goodnight everyone." Seline says, then immediately lies down, feeling exhausted.

Ride, Horsemen, Ride|rating:4.0

A Simple Missandrostanding (Light, NWW+Strega)

(buck for every 'faggot' or 'gay boy' tossed his way would have made Mike wealthy enough to hire someone else to run the damn shop. Not that it wasn't understandable, kinda: slender build, fine facial features, long legs, narrow butt; masculine he wasn't. Nor wanted to be. The iron was there, though. You could see it when a frozen wheel hub needed removing, or a bike had to be hoisted up or down to or from a rack. Long, smooth muscle, not bulky. Lats, triceps, forearms, Delta- the muscles of an endurance athlete, a person for whom a fifty-mile hill ride was a warm up for a sprint series. In shorts, Mike's legs were taut, smooth, almost hairless except a bit on the calves-less to chafe in riding pants. The one time a drunk dude had tried to hassle him at a bar, the fool had been surprised to find himself in a painful arm lock, kissing the antique brass rail until the bouncer had arrived to clean things up. So let the assholes call him what they liked. Mike knew who and what he was. And as far as actually turning Mike's Bikes over to someone else to run? Not a chance. He liked working with his hands, tweaking and tuning rides until they were as smooth as his own ass. And it was a great place to meet tight, hot chicks. Energetic women, who were in touch with their own bodies, and liked having them admired in the proper, sweaty manner. Like the tight little redhead whose brakes he was adjusting. He was taking his time, admiring the arch of her back (and the curve of her cute little ass) as she leaned over the bars to watch him work. The rough Mike charm was working-another five minutes or so, and he'd have the twitch saying yes to a drink. After that, maybe a different kind of ride. Also, a good form of exercise. Gingers were a thing, Mike loved going face-down in a springy red muff... Annnnd of course, right then, the old-style bell on the front door jingled, itself sounding for all the world like a kid's handlebar bell. A whole day with nothing but the cute redheaded piece coming in, and now, RIGHT as he was about to seal the deal, another customer. Dammit. Giving her an apologetic grin, he stood up, dusted the knees of his jeans off showily. "Be right back," he promised her with a wink, before heading for the front to see what the newcomer wanted. Probably some soccer mom, looking for a starter bike for her overcommitted, overprivileged sprog. Hey, their money spent as well as anyone else's. (was literally, the joy of life. Cute, funny, with a laughter that could make anyone fall for her. She always hated that super sweet side of her though and, not being able to shake it off completely, she just tried to "stain" it a little, with ink and imagination. She soon found out how she liked using her body as a canvas and every month or so, her tattoos seemed to get "taller". The drawings were her ideas, from her own sketchbooks, working as a graphic designer herself. It was Friday afternoon, and she was getting back home from work. Her means of transportation would always be her "Lion" - as she called her bright yellow bike - in her romantic and optimistic mind. The Lion had other plans for today though when it almost got her killed. The brakes never worked properly for her to stop at the traffic lights, and she just rode it straight towards a tree. The crush shook her, that's for sure, but she was alright. Maybe bleeding a little here and there when her knees, wrists and elbows brushed the rough pavement but the one more hurt, was the Lion." Dammit, damn, damn, damn! My baby!". Apparently the baby was pretty crushed and damaged and no longer usable. But ironies of life are sometimes there to surprise us in a good way and Melissa noticed the little bike shop just around the corner. She carried the damaged Lion and left it outside the shop. She opened the door and the jingling bell sound echoed, indicating her presence. A young guy emerged from the shadows of the shop to offer his assistance. She smiled politely, her stare a little not-that-politely hooked on his pretty and captivating face thought and, after a few heart beats that felt like a few eternities, she decided to speak." Hello. Please, could you take a look at my bike? I had an accident and I hit it kinda hard. And also, could I use your bathroom please?", she said, making an embarrassed gesture, showing her ripped jeans at the knees and the bloody elbows. (quiet whistle leaked out through Mike's teeth when he saw was waiting for him. He really couldn't help it, not that he would've tried. He was certainly no gentleman-God forbid- and he did love the ladies. As often and as hard as possible. Even as beat up as she was the blonde, while maybe not as 'hot' as the redhead in the back of the shop, on some arbitrary and random scale of sexy, was damn good-looking. And she had ink, which was enough to make Mike go soft in some places and quite stiff in others. And her eyes! No gentleman, maybe, but he wasn't an oaf, either. "Jesus," he said, moving quickly to the injured woman's side, offering her an arm to get her seated. Once he kicked some junk off the one camp chair that was accessible, anyway. "What happened to you, doll? Car? Need to call the cops?" He had a first aid kit to hand, of course-no way of counting the number of times he'd slipped and nicked, pinched, or banged himself while working. Kneeling at Melissa's feet-always a fun place to be, at least at first-he dabbed gently at her skinned knees with a gauze pad soaked in Betadine. "These jeans are done for, gorgeous. " No, he did not say 'why don't you take them off'. Not an oaf, remember? "Good news is, don't look like you broke anything." Gently, he wrapped clean pads over the chewed-up spots and taped them in place. Then he stood and took one of the girl's wrists and extended her arm, both to get to her elbow- and get a better look at her tats. Plus skin to skin was always the best way to meet someone new..." Nice ink," he said, as he worked on cleaning up the wounds. It was true, and keeping her talking might keep the blonde's thoughts away from the pain. "Get 'em done local?" (sat down on the chair feeling grateful and a little uncomfortable at the same time, but the more he talked to her, the less uneasy she felt." Cops? No, there is no need to, I did that all by myself, thank you!", she said laughing awkwardly, the ice slowly breaking. It was a little unexpected when he knelt down and started treating her knees' mild injuries, and she thought it was rather sweet. He did not seem the kind of guy who would do something like that, and she smiled subtly." Jeans are not that much of a casualty. The real casualty is my poor bike! You think you can fix it soon? I left it outside.," she said almost in pain, suddenly breaking free from her sugar bubble and remembering the almost ruined bike. She had detachment issues with her things; pens, buttons, clothes, her bike. She would even talk to the bike at times. Fortunately she was cute and no one characterized her as being totally nuts. His touch on her hands painted her cheeks into the softest pinks, but the stinging pain from the Betadine adorned the pink with a few hissing grimaces. It was good he talked to her and kept her mind a little occupied." Thanks! The design is all mine.," she said while tracing the colorful, ethnic paisley tattoos." I have a friend who wants to set up a studio downtown, and he needs the practice and the advertisement. We might collaborate at some point. You are into tattoos as well?" ("Yup," Mike said, grinning. "None of 'em where they show, though." Again, not being a complete asshole, he didn't say 'maybe I'll show you sometime.' There was an art to hunting bush, and a lot of it involved letting them fill in the blanks on their own. "Other arm, Hun," he ordered, checking the bruises and scrapes on the lightly tanned skin, as well as taking a closer look at her sleeve." Good work," he praised, as he went through the clean-and-bandage routine yet again. "Clean. Maybe I should get his name, have him do my touch ups. Like the design, too." Finally, the worst of the surface damage was fixed, and Mike went out to take a look at the more serious casualty. Ouch. Custom road frame, lots of bells and whistles, and now a lot scratched, bent, and dinged. Front wheel was a goner, for sure. He didn't even try to roll the thing into the shop, just lifted it almost straight-armed and used one narrow hip to bump the door open. "Looks like you ran into Godzilla's tail. No, no, don't get up. I've got another customer in the back, just finishing a brake adjustment-"And I was going to adjust her alignment, too, until you walked in..."-so I need a few minutes to finish that up. Stay put, I'll be right back out to look at your baby. You want a soda or something?" ("Thanks!", she said smiling all wide and adorably to his praise, while extending her other arm for him." If you manage to fix my baby as soon as possible, I promise you I will have a very special design just for you. And the ink is on me as well, along with your fee of course!" He left to check the bike that was leaning miserably against the walls of the little shop, and she made a futile attempt to fix her hair and shirt while he was still outside. See, why does she always have to look like a mess whenever she meets cute guys? Freaking Murphy and his laws, she thought sighing and playing all nonchalant when he got inside again with her Lion in his arms. She bit her lip at the Godzilla comment and prepared herself for the worse. But in the meantime she had to find a means to go back home. Excellent day to forget your cell and wallet, thank you, Murphy, nice one!" Thank you, I am okay. Could I please use your phone though?" She would try to find her bestie and ask for a ride if she was nearby, or get a cab in the end. (his way past the counter, Mike took his CEL from the mount near the register and tossed it to the lovely blonde. "Just don't call your boyfriend in China, OK?," he requested with a wink. "I can't deduct it." Then he vanished into the workshop to finish up the brakes. As soon as he came in, he could tell the mood had been broken. Miss ginger mine was apparently a bit of a princess, didn't like to be kept waiting. Mike could relate, but it meant the timing of the whole thing sucked. "Sorry, miss," he said, trying to put a good spin on it. "Lady wrecked her bike, got herself pretty messed up. Needed to get her calmed down, let her make a call, like that. Let's finish up, shall we?" Yeah. Now she was all business. Too bad. Fortunately, there was only a tiny bit left to do, and he could finish up fast. At least he got her to sign the mailing list, so he had a name and email; once she'd paid and left, he put a small star next to the listing. Notexactlya little black book, but...oh, fuck that. Of course, it was. He'd hooked up with more than a handful of hot customers through the list, in one case more than a year later. Wiping oil from his hands on an old flannel shirt, Mike went back out front where Melissa was just finishing a call. "Everything OK? You sure you don't want to call an ambulance?" Grabbing a set of calipers and a few other tools, he plopped on the floor next to the mangled bike. He was already pretty sure what all the damage was, and it wasn't quite as bad as the owner feared, but he needed to be sure the main frame hadn't been bent in the crash. That would be a whole other world of hurt. No reason he couldn't take his time over it, and check out his unexpected guest some more. (caught the cellphone, not quite that... deftly but at least she did not mess enough to let it fall on the floor, making an embarrassed grimace all the way during that unorthodox juggling. She laughed at the comment." It won't take long, thanks!" She slid her fingers on the screen and unlocked the cellphone. The wallpaper (was definitely a little... unexpected but, hey, hers was of the same caliber. Maybe a little more Black And White, a little more "sweaty", with more tattoos... She thought about peeking inside a little to check whether the cutie had a little special someone or something but the idea flew away from her mind just as fast as it formed. Nothing good ever came after phone peeking, it always led to the wrongest of the wrongest assumptions. She just dialed her friend's number, who was still working as it seemed and was not picking up. "Damn!" She moved to the counter to leave the phone there, but before that, she dialed her own number and let it ring once. Now she would have his number. For her bike and all. Not for any other reason. That's right. Well... She bit her lip a little, but she definitely did not regret it. He came back at that exact moment." Well, did not find anyone to give me a ride back home, so I guess I will call a taxi, or just go there on foot. I don't leave too far away from here anyway. Ambulance? Oh no, these are minor scratches, I am alright. I think I will make it.," she said with a cute giggle. She then neared Mike where he was working on her bike and looked at it with a worried look." Will it make it? You think it will take too long to get fixed?" ("Well." Mike took his time as he measured up the frame and checked the welds. He took as much pride in his work as he did from flirting with his good-looking female customers. "Front rim's done, but I figure you knew that already. Fork's out of true- Think can straighten it without damaging it, but I'll have to see. Just checking..." Yup, frame was fine. It was a heavy bike, by his standards- a city ride, not a racer- but that meant it was a bit more shock-resistant. He nodded. "Frame's fine. Kickstand's bent to shit, no biggie. Left pedal crank is bent some." He gave Melissa a quick grin. "I'm surprised you're not more banged up. Bike looks like it got hit by a truck. You just look like a little girl who's been playing rough." Let her take that however she wanted..." Oh, jeez." A finger traced one brake pad. "Let me guess. Brakes didn't hold? You still got the stock pads on here, girl! These things suck." Hopping up, he bent to dust off his knees, in the process giving his customer a good look at his tight ass cupped by his tight jeans. Facing her once more, a long finger tapped his chin. "I can do the pads easy enough. Or I can put discs on, better if you're doing a lot of in-town stuff. Problem is, can't just do them on the front-you'd kill yourself first time you tried to stop hard. Have to replace the rear rim as well. Shim the derailleur..." He grimaced. "Wouldn't be cheap." ("I see.," she said still concerned, her indexes bumping on each other, an unconscious move she used to do whenever she felt awkward or stressed. When she realized the was actually doing that childish gesture, she curled her fists, hiding them behind her back. She definitely appreciated the good view that Mike had to offer, but her bike came first at that very moment, suppressing the fangirl in her." Money is not an issue. Do anything you believe is better, I leave it to you. You are the doctor here!" Her smile was sweet and frank, and she was the kind of person that would rely on an expert completely when she had absolutely no knowledge of the matter at hand. "Just tell me when it is going to be ready and give me a rough number as well, just to be prepared." She hated she had to use public transport now to go to work and was wondering if he could ask Mike to lend her another bike to make her life easier until hers was fixed, but she never voiced that thought. Too silly, no one does that. (no. Mike wasn't letting this one get away so easy. Especially after she had spoiled his chances with the redhead." Look," he said, slowly, as if pondering options. "I can't give you a full cost-out until I know for sure if I can straighten the fork. Tell you what." He grimaced as if the idea was a stretch. "Tell you what. Why don't I get you an Uber, so you can get home, and put the bike up on my bench, take a better look at it? I can call you tomorrow, and I can give you a couple of estimates based on what you want to go ahead with." Then he grinned. "Or maybe tonight, even." (a smile, oh my god. Melissa grinned back, Mike becoming her hero all of a sudden. Plus the smile. She was such a fangirl by nature, she couldn't help it. "Great!", she said, her expressive brown eyes beaming as well as her face. "Don't worry about the Uber, I think I am going to walk. I need to feel the earth beneath my feet a little, if you know what I mean.," she said chuckling."OK, let's do that!", she told him as she was already stepping out of the small shop and before Mike had the chance to ask her her number, she explained with a smile "My number is already on your phone, you will find it in the call history. Don't forget to call me, I will be waiting...", she paused a little, taking a look at the shop sign, and adding "... Mike!"" I am Melissa.," she said, the smile never abandoning her lips even for a moment before she walked out of the shop casually. (enjoyed the rearview as much as the front as Melissa-he was already thinking of her as Missy-left. He did manage to restrain himself from sticking his head out the door for a slightly longer look at the tight curve of her athletic ass and the gentle orbit of her hips. He wasn't all that fussy about playmates, but a tight bod, one that had been trimmed down and toned by a lot of work, was one of his favorite things. A body like his. If he played his cards right, they'd get to play 'I'll show you mine'. Maybe not that night, but soon. The bit of flirtatiousness in Melissa's personality hadn't gone unnoticed. Meanwhile, he had work to do. Perched behind the counter, in case any more trade came in, he started up his laptop, and started researching parts costs, and making a few quick sketches. Since it was a dead day, he closed twenty minutes early to work on Melissa's fork, and determined that he could straighten it without creases or weakening. It would just need some paint touch-up. By six, he was on the phone talking to her voice mail. "Hey, Melissa? This is Mike, from the bike shop?" Not that she was likely to forget, but it was only professional to identify himself. "Got a little good news for you, and some things we ought to talk about. A couple of options I need to show you, too. Is there a good time for us to meet up? Maybe here back at the shop-" God forbid. "- or maybe for lunch tomorrow? Hey, if you're free tonight, even, I've got nothing going, but I don't want to crowd you. Just give me a call back when you have a sec, we'll sort it out. Thanks!" Now all there was to do was wait. Maybe grab a beer, watch some MMA or something. (got out of the shower and started washing her teeth. It was around 19.30, and she was getting ready to go to the "Gypsy Moth", a local pub but quite known for some reason. It seemed like a lot of college students preferred it, still for reasons unknown, since it really did not offer anything extraordinary. Furthermore, it might just have been the friendly service, which, she admitted, was way too friendly sometimes. Her friend Tom, the tattoo artist, was having a party for his 30th birthday, and they were going to gather with his friends and her for drinks and fun. Her wounds were alright, though she would not wear a skirt tonight, that was for sure. A nice pair of faux leather, black leggings would do the job. And a nice crop top. And her favorite pair of boots. The coat would cover the rest regarding the evening and night chill. She hadn't checked her phone for a while. The battery was low so she put it on flight mode to charge it faster. She deactivated it and checked while still brushing her teeth. Her toothpaste smile shone bright at the sound of Mike's voice. To pity she did not hear this earlier! But she would not miss the chance to see the cutie and since he was free tonight. She called him, but he did not answer so she let a voice mail as well. "Hey, Mike! Sorry I did not hear your voice mail earlier. I have to be somewhere tonight but if you have still nothing going on, I would love to see you and buy you a beer for the fast service! I will text you the place, I will be there at 9. Hope you make it!" That was unexpected and surely put Melissa into a good mood, not that she had trouble being in a good mood all the time. She washed her mouth and started doing her makeup, wondering if Mike likes red or pink lips, grinning. (The old Mike charm had done it again! Plus the good looks, of course. Not that he expected to get a leg over Melissa tonight- probably- but the seeds were, you should pardon the pun, laid. Or not pardon it. Right now, though, he had to get home and get cleaned up. If first impressions were important, second ones were critical. Anyone can look good on the first meeting. Not falling flat on the second, though... In the shower, Mike used some Rain Water body was. It was the only really 'girly' thing he allowed himself, and why the fuck not? Guys liked to smell good, too, and it beat the hell out of Old Spice, or any of that other nasty-ass astringent 'guy' shit. He scrubbed hard at his hands, paying special attention to his nails and knuckles, wiping away every trace of grease and oil and dust. After towelling off, he took a pumice stone to a few of his more stubborn calluses, then gave himself a quick swipe of moisturizer where it would do the most good. Nipple stud. Breast binder-not that he needed it much, since he was already pretty flat. Still. He had a profile to maintain. Feel do, eased in, strapped tight, then folded just so to provide the right bulge in his briefs and the tight jeans he'd be wearing... A lot of his conquests had known what his deal was right off. Some dykes had good enough radar to spot a hard-core BOI almost immediately, got off on the game. Among the straights, well. Some hadn't been fooled for that long, but played along anyway. Others had bought the act right up until the clothes started coming off. Some had been amused, some delighted, some just pissed off. A few had freaked out completely, and even one or two of them he'd ended up in bed with as a sort of 'therapy'. Some of Mike's best romps had been with chicks who would have sworn on a stack of Bibles they would never, ever get frisky with another woman, without even crossing their toes. Until he got done with them, anyway. How would Missy react, when the moment of truth came? Who could say for sure? That was part of the excitement. She'd been flirty and interested enough, seemingly, when she'd been 'sure' Mike was 100% bio-male- no reason that should change, really, except that some people were fucked up, couldn't deal with being attracted to someone they 'shouldn't' be. Another vision of the blonde's tight, lean body in his mind's eye, though, made the mechanic a bit perky. He hoped she'd be the curious type, or at least the amused type, not the freak-out-and-screaming sort. T-shirt, leather vest, tiiiiiiightjeans, settling his package carefully so it didn't tug too much on the bits where it was attached. Distracting, that-he often wondered how guys actually born with the extra tackle dealt with it. A quick look in the mirror decided him on another couple of quick strokes with the razor, get rid of a few errant hairs, then he put the two studs and their chain in his left ear-he never wore it at work, too much chance of getting it caught on something. Looking tight, looking sexy. Looking ready. But then, when was he ever not? With a grin, he locked the door to his little walk up flat behind him, and set out for the club Melissa had named. (pub was unexpectedly crowded tonight. It was usually a chill spot to hang out but tonight, Tom's friends had invited their friends as well so it was full of friends of Tom's friends, along with his own friends. Whatever! Thought Melissa, frowning a little at the chaos. She had expected this party to be a little more fun and a little more bonding for them, due to him moving on to the next decade of his life and romantic stuff like that. Instead, she had to deal with a whole village of already-drunken strangers that claimed to be Tom's friends and were eyeing her constantly, along with a bunch of girls who she did not know either, and whom Tom seemed to monopolize all night. Melissa was sitting on the counter, her ridiculously tall glass of beer her only company. She thought she should stay at least till she would have drunk all of this bitter thing she picked tonight only for its fancy logo and name (something like "Funky Donkey"). The barman was serving beers to the crowd and was spying on Melissa with a crooked and evil little smile on his face, which did not go unnoticed." Just say it, Brandon. It feels you will explode if you don't.," she told the barman with a bored smile. They knew each other by their first names, she and Tom were patrons after all and Brandon had the finest gossip in the city. Everyone confided in Brandon. And Brandon confided in them, entertaining them each and every time with spicy tidbits. "Had I not known that you were here for Tom's "sweet sixteen", I would have thought you were expecting company. Or maybe that's the case as well? You don't fool me, I am better than these fancy psychologists who charge an arm and a leg for scribbling on their notepads with your crap.," he told her with a self-centered air." Bravo, Brandon. Great! Remind me to send you a gift after the party is over.," she told him chuckling and sipping some of the bitter beer. The music at least was bearable tonight, playing funky sounds and oldies. She was tapping the black heel of her boot to the beat, smiling at Tom occasionally whenever he remembered she was there as well, and checking at the door more often than she would admit. Her deep, red smile shone bright when she spotted Mike, making his way inside. (The place was a zoo. If this was the 'somewhere' Melissa had to be, Mike thought as he eased himself between two loudly-arguing patrons near the door, they weren't even going to get a bike work done, to say nothing of any other kind of riding. He eased his slender form along the bar, trying to spy out his soon-to-be (he hoped) new friend. The boots were the first thing he saw, dangling carelessly from a stool, a quick glimpse past someone else's legs. Then the tights, clinging to long legs, and then the rest. Damn, she was wearing a jacket, not a good sign- but on the other hand, she'd got made up, even shading her lips a deep red. Judicious use of flexible hips and sharp elbows finally let Mike get to her side. Pooh, short little top under the open coat-maybe there was still a prayer! He resisted the urge to stoop and kiss the flat bit of belly the crop top revealed. That sort of impulsiveness would be Bad(TM) just now." Hey," he said in her ear, resting a hand briefly on her shoulder as he slid into a space next to her at the bar. Nothing too familiar, yet, just making sure she was aware he was there. "Could you have picked a busier place. The bus station, maybe?" He grinned, to show he wasn't really serious, though he was. Surely she hadn't come to this place to get picked up? But if not, that would mean she had friends in the crowd, and the crowd was big enough to add up to a LOT of friends. That would be a lot of demands on her attention. Oh, well. Patience, BOI. Things didn't always go as hoped, right? Still smiling, he ordered a Dark and Stormy from the 'tender, then looked back at Missy. "Want to look for a table? Need a little room to show you the drawings." And to get her to himself, even if only for a minute or two... (laughed genuinely to the "bus station" comment, before even she was polite enough to greet him. Her laughter was muffled by the noise inside the small pub and the music, but the look on her face and the way her cute eyes sparkled, as if laughing as well, told their own story. With a grin and little fragments of laughter, she managed to say hi finally. His light touch on her shoulder, even though it did not mean anything, made her skin there tingle for a bit. "Dark and Stormy? What's inside? I am afraid I have no idea when it comes to drinking, I just seem to order the safest choice, due to complete and utter ignorance!" She grinned and chuckled a little, checking the room around for any tables, but then she thought she should introduce Mike to the rest of her friends and "friends" as well. "Come with me.," she told him and held his hand, squeezing them both into the crowd in search for Tom. "My best friend is having his birthday tonight, but it got a little wild," she said, trying to be heard as the music seemed to get louder. "I thought it would be just me and a few friends, but Tom invited three more cities it seems". When they managed to go closer, she scratched her neck in defeat and sighed to the futility of their venture; Tom was being occupied with a brunette who was determined to suck the soul out of his mouth. "Screw it, let's go over there, I saw two guys leaving their table." She removed her coat, the heat starting to building up with such a crowd and the help of the beer. The elaborate, and vividly colored ethnic patterns of her tattooed wrists seemed to be her favorite theme to draw on her body, as there were more of those that were adorning her spine -the crop top covered the upper part of it, but the design on her waist was definitely visible. Ethnic shapes in greens and deep reds and black in a vine-like array were slightly twisting with every step she took and, if she had styled her hair in a bun, then anyone would be able to see that the tattoo vine started from her neck and finished on her lower back." I am happy you managed to come, I swear I did not know it would be like this. Sorry about that.," she said as she was hanging her coat on the back of the chair, before she took a seat as well. (wasn't sure what caused more wobbles in his tight gut: Melissa taking his hand, all the skin revealed when she shed her coat, or the OMG ink up and down her back and arms. Oh, he just HAD to see where else she'd felt the needle! He resisted the urge to touch, strong as it was; to trace those bright, fine lines from under her hair all the way to..." Um," he managed, suddenly tongue-tied. That was a rarity. He'd had hot chicks, and inked chicks, and hot inked chicks. And average girls, with and without mods, and one or two that might have been considered homely, except for their laugh or their eyes, or something like that that had made them special. He'd poked, stroked, and licked his way through pretty much the entire spectrum of the female form. Once in a while though, he ran into one that just had...something extra. Nothing you could even put a name to, some combination of beauty and/or brains and/or job de Vitré and/or smuttiness, or/and/or/and. Please, God, he prayed-humorously, since he hadn't set foot in a church since coming out at fourteen-let her be the curious sort, not the sort that freaks out." Oh, no worries, doll." He grinned, and raised his glass to her. "I've been in places a lot wilder. Not usually for work, though." There. Let her wonder about that. He took a sip from his drink and nodded. "Dark rum and ginger beer. It's a big thing in Bermuda-they've got it on tap in all the pubs. Need to use the right rum, though. Black Seal. Lot of places in the States use Captain Morgan, sometimes even the spiced junk, screw the whole thing up." Making a face to demonstrate exactly how bad such a mix would be, he slid his narrow messenger bag- it was NOT a purse, and fuck you too-around top his lap and starting taking out drawings, showing his proposed mod options for Missy's wheels." Frame's fine, that's already done. I've ordered the fork, that might take a day or so to come in." Bullshit, he had it on the racks in back, but it gave him an excuse to stay in touch with this gorgeous thing he justhadto get naked. ""So, like, if we don't start redoing brakes and things, we're talking about three hundred." Smoothing the sheets out, he passed them over to her. "But here are a couple ideas for putting discs on, like I mentioned, and maybe a few other bells and whistles. Take a look. If you like what you see, we can talk more." Another grin-what he had said could be taken two different ways, after all... (could tell that Mike was in love with his job. The lights were pretty dim inside this hole of a pub, but she could imagine they were glimmering as he leaned to get the drawings out of his bag. "Hey, nice bag! I got the same one in white, and I have drawn on it. Guess what? A bike!", she said while placing both elbows on the small table to lean forward and "study" the drawings as well. Well, at least that's what she pretended to do. While Mike seemed to recite paeans and hymns on frames and wheels and forks and whatever, she was just studying his face. The way the dim light cast shadows on his neck and the side of his face, carving angles where there weren't any at all, because he was quite the baby-face. And he had the most amazing lips she had ever seen on a guy before, so defined and full. Hell, even better than hers. The thought made her smile a little too obviously, and right at the part when he told her the price of the whole "emergency bike operation". She landed on reality when she heard the number and looked at him with a pair of big eyes. "You kill me, Mike!", she said and propped her chin on her palm, looking at him straight in the eyes. "But I can see how devoted and professional you are, that I cannot even imagine trusting my bike to anyone else." She freed her hand and took the sheets he had passed at her. She took a look at them, but the lights did not allow her to see in great detail, and she decided it was not time for business anyway." Mike! You know what?", she said as she folded the drawings neatly, placing them inside the big pockets of her coat. "Enough for tonight, there are a lot of distractions here tonight for me to concentrate on what you are suggesting, and one of them is that (", she said, pointing upwards with her index as one of her favorite songs started playing. She got up in a pretty determined manner and took his hand, pulling him towards a small dance floor, were people had already been dancing for a while. "Let's hope that you know your moves as well as you know your bikes and drinks!". Her smile was genuine and teasing as she started moving to the familiar disco tune, encouraging him to follow her lead. (acceptance of the price-well, not the price as much as the reason for it; she needed to think about it, and that was cool-warmed Mike's heart. So many times he'd gotten crap for the most reasonable costs for the simplest fixes; here, he was talking about real money for what was, basically, a custom rebuild. Melissagotit, understood than some things were worth what you paid for them. Then she took his hand, and every bell in his head went off. Suddenly, it was more than just a business meeting. OK, he wasn't a big fan of disco-more a trance and metal type- but one thing he never said no to was a dance with a pretty lady. A chance to touch, to GE a sense of how they moved, feel the warmth--hmm. How to play it? Cool or aggressive? Melissa had taken the lead, but she didn't strike Mike as a typical bar crawler. Some girls, he'd make sure to get in close, let them 'accidentally' feel the package he was carrying for them. Others needed a little space to get their bearings, make up their minds. Mel was...somewhere in the middle. Outgoing, forthright, but with a lot more class (and better taste in bikes) than a lot of his pickups. All this went through his head in fifth gear as he grinned and let her drag him out into the crowd. The other problem was that disco required a whole different set of moves. But in another life, when Mike had been Michelle, his parents had insisted he take dance lessons. They'd wanted ballet, naturally, for their little then-Princess. The various shitstorms and arguments-even at that impressionable young age, he'd known ballet was NOT for him-had finally gotten them to agree to ballroom classes instead. Not quite the same as Soul Train bob-and-weave, but with enough dips and spins to make up for his admitted lack of hand-waving. Fuck, later he was going to have to get her to tango with him. Nothing said 'I want to get in you' like tango... So ok, maybe they stood out a bit on the floor, since, when he led, they weren't quite in sync with most of the rest of the folks out there-he hoped it was in a good way. Correction: he hoped Melissa had fun. The hell with the rest of them. (really enjoyed the fact that Mike, even though he seemed a little... not exactly uptight, but rather "too professional", he nevertheless followed her and even danced with her without being all grumpy and nagging that he "cannot dance" or that "these things are not for me" kind of talking that she usually got from other guys. What was with guys and dancing anyway? It sometimes seemed like they detested it like vampires detest the sunlight. If they only knew how sexy it was for a girl to watch a guy getting loose on the dance floor, they would all swarm to the nearest dance academy. Mike's moves felt a little rusty, clearly this music was not his kind of thing, but she did not care. As long as he was willing to dance with her and spend this disastrous night with her ---a night not at all disastrous anymore--- she would twirl and move and dance in circles around him and jump in the air while singing her favorite lyrics. And she did all that while looking at Mike with an honest, and smiling face. When the song was over, the pub fell "silent" for a while. Silent as "without music", not that everyone turned on the Mute Mode. The people that had been dancing on the small dance floor were going back to their tables and Melissa tapped Mike's arm gently with her elbow, offering him a beaming smile. Her voice was a little raspy from the singing, and a little louder since her ears were buzzing. "You are a great dancer! For a minute I thought you would chicken out. I am glad you did not! And, as a "thank you"..." She took his hand once again (she was really just looking for every cute opportunity to touch him a little) and led him to the place's jukebox. A vintage-looking thing in a horrible neon orange color, with white and yellow details. Even though it seemed old, it actually was not, neither was its song collection. She led Mike in front of it and presented the device in a "ta-da!" manner, with a pair of tattooed arms spread wide. Her crimson red smile and her good mood were profound. "Your turn!" (What the hell was he going to do with that? Mike didn't have an issue with forward women-quite the opposite, actually. A chick who asked you to dance while you were upright wouldn't have too many issues asking to transfer it to the horizontal, if she was into you. And even if it never went that far, you got a few of your senses gratified: you got to touch her, see her face real close-up, hear her voice, smell her scent. But oh, God. The playlist on the jukebox! Most of it wasn'tTalmudic, even if it wasn't really to his taste. He even liked Sinatra-the man had had a hell of a set of pipes. It just wasn't really 'dance' music. Not his kind of dance, anyway, the get sweaty, get the blood flowing to all the sensitive extremities kind of music. If there'd at least been some show tunes, maybe some Bernstein, he could have made do, but all these downtempo oldies...then something caught his eye, and he started to smirk. The Righteous Brother's Unchained Melody. (a person be cynical and sincere all at the same time? No, he wasn't 'in love' with Melissa. He was pretty well in like by that point, though, and had been in lust since she'd come into his shop, bruised and bloody, and more worried about her ride than herself. You better believe he hungered for her touch. As the intro played, he grinned at her. "Thanks," he replied, taking one of her hands and draping the other arm loosely around her waist. "I took classes for a while, when I was a kid. These days, though, I guess I'm more a mosh pit type..." Then the crooning started. It really was pretty insipid, he thought, but it was perfect for a slow, close dance. The sort you couldn't screw up. Unless the other person wasn't into you at all, in which case, yeah, he was risking a knee in the NADS, even though he tried to stay...reasonably...polite as far as hand placement and closeness of body and tightness of grip. Ahhh, they were plastic, anyway. Mostly all that would be hurt was his ego, if Melissa took it wrong. (she did not expect that. Definitely not. Not that there was any punk in that Jukebox's collection to choose from anyway, but it felt somewhat... out of place for Mike to pick such a cheesy song like that. Not that she did not like it. She loved that song. It brought a surprised expression to her face, and a wide smile on her lips. And when Mike gently embraced her to slow dance, she also felt a little bit... electrified. That momentary but palpable feeling of excitement when you get really close with someone who interests you." Mosh pit type, huh? I could never understand the philosophy behind a mosh pit. Also, considering you are into metal..." With her index, she tangled a short lock of Mike's hair around it, untangling and tangling it again while they were dancing."... shouldn't you have longer hair? Mosh pit might not demand it, but a good headbanging does!" And then she added, with a slightly crooked little smile, "Not that I don't like it as it is..." Hello Nurse! That little finger thing, that tore it. Not only did Mike like airplay (gentle AND rough), that kind of intimacy so soon showed that Melissa was hot to go. If it hadn't already been in a state of permanent semi-stiffness, Mike's cock would've given his mood away way too quick. As it was, other bits went full-on POINT when the pretty biker did that. Slowly, though. Gently. Intent was one thing, tempo was another and, judging from her music tastes, Mel was a slow and gentle sort. So Mike's hands moved a tiny bit, one to rest just on the upper curve of the girl's riding-toned ass, the other to the middle of her back, drawing her just the tiniest bit closer." My hair was a lot longer when I was a kid," he confessed- a complete and unsurprising truth. Michelle's hair had been a waist-length glory-for fuck's sake, she'd been a blonde Barbie Princess, just like her folks had wanted. When Mike had gotten out on his own, he'd cropped it and dyed it. Though not entirely in rebellion, or as a celebration of change. "You ever get your hair caught in a chain sprocket?," he asked, only partly joking. "Or set it on fire with a welder? Not fun. So I keep it back. I've got a sculptor friend, her hair's down to here-" Taking a chance, Mike patted the back of Mel's thigh before replacing his hand a bit higher up. "She nets it when she's working. Too much of a pain for me." The song was coming to and end. "I'm less of a headbanger, anyway, than just a loud and proud type." There. Let that settle in, see if she picked up the clues. The last chord played, and he gathered Mel in close, feeling the softness of her breasts tight against his chest, turning his hip just a bit so that they didn't quite grind together down below. "I think I owe you a drink," he whispered, lips right up against her ear. My, look what we got here. A whisperer! Needless to say that Melissa felt like sweating in all the right places with this little whisper in her ear. It was not really hard to please this girl. All you needed to do was to be fun, maybe a little cute and, ultimately, a little playful. Breathing against her skin was like hitting bull's eye though, and she got a little disoriented to say the least. When did they get that close exactly? Talking casually with Mike felt so natural, that she had hardly noticed how close they were against each other. Just then, she felt conscious about Mike's touch and body heat, and her cheeks lit in a light pink hue. Not that it showed, in this dim hole they were. Did he just tell her something? That's right! As impossible as it had been to snap out of her reverie, she answered him nevertheless. And quite shamelessly. And always cutely, in this uniquely cute and shameless attitude of hers. "Should we have that drink here, or somewhere more. Privately?" Whoa! Red Alert, Mr. Spock-she just kicked it into hyperdrive! Mike had been right, 'good girl' exterior or not, Melissa was the sort who decided what she wanted and went for it. A lot of folks might run her down for that, but Mike adored it. Of course, it meant he'd have to be extra special careful to make sure she had fun, or she'd drop him out a window as fast as she'd picked him up. He figured he was up for it, though." We can go, if you want," she murmured into her scalp. "I live just a few miles away. Only thing is-" He pulled back a bit to give her a grin, upper body only arching away, making sure they stayed pretty much glued together at the fly. "I rode over. So, with your bike in the shop-you're going to have to be Bitch on the Back. Are you good with that?"OK...the choice of words could have been smoother. It was a thing he'd picked up form his motorcycle pals, who ragged Mike nonstop about getting a 'real' bike some time. He'd ridden with them occasionally, in that very same Both slot, usually with one of the chicks driving, but not always. The speed was a rush, and the vibration was....yummy...but he missed the feeling of physical work. Kinda like the difference between having sex and watching a porno. Anyway. Mike hoped he hadn't blown it with his off-the-cuff remark. Because he really, really wanted to take Missy for a ride. Of several sorts...

A Simple Missandrostanding (Light, NWW+Strega)|rating:3.0

Gullivera's Travels [Wiggles _ Aenon]

(had the most terrible dream. She had been laying out on the beach when she opened her eyes and spied a sailing ship in the harbor, anchored not far from shore. She got on her float and paddled out. (Of course, this being a dream, she was naked.) The ship was abandoned, which was a good thing considering her nakedness, but she found a flag, a tattered Union Jack, with which she clothed herself. As she went above-deck, a terrible storm whipped up. She was tossed and turned, hanging onto the mast for dear life, before finally being cast overboard. The dream changed, and she was on the beach. Or rather she assumed it was a beach because she could feel the warm sun on her cheek and the sand underneath her. The Union Jack clung lightly to her frame. It felt like someone was pulling her hair, for it felt tight and her scalp hurt. Further, she felt as if a hundred ants were climbing all over her body. Some tickled her, some prodded her with sharp things like toothpicks. Stirring, Gulliver opened her eyes and found... Stirring, Gulliver opened her eyes and found a blurry human figure standing somewhere above her. Her eyes couldn't focus on the figure, and the sun was blinding her. Around her, she could hear many voices coming from somewhere far away, talking and talking. She soon felt that she couldn't move her hand freely, as if it was tied somewhere. Actually, the same feeling extended to the rest of her body too. After a while, her eyes focused. A tiny, tiny human was on top of her nose bridge, riding it like one would ride a horse. The tiny man was staring with fear at her now open left eye, not daring to make a sound. (couldn't believe what she was seeing! A tiny human, a man, perched on the end of her nose! Now that she knew what it was, she could feel them all over, running along her thighs, touching her feet, pulling her hair, running over the flat expanse of her stomach and climbing her breasts like hills. Her legs where open--she couldn't close them!--and she could feel them prodding and poking there as well! Confusion quickly turns to terror and she screams. A normal scream, to her, but to the poor tiny soul perched on the end of her nose, a tremendous, ground-shaking bellow! The tiny man fell off his horse her nose and then tumbled down her face, and then landed on the sandy beach below! "I CAN'T HEAR, I CAN'T HEAR"he screamed, but compared to Gulliver's screams it sounded like the chirping of a bird! The rest of the other tiny humans started running to get down of her body in panic! The scary giantess was awake, and she had terrible attacks even with only her voice! Who knows, she might even eat them! Luckily their King had ordered their army to be on the ready nearby, to make sure they could fight the giantess if she managed to escape her bindings! (screeched in terror. She imagined that the tiny figures were cannibals who were about to make a feast of her. Other terrors danced through her mind as she fought against the restraints. Some of the moorings ripped loose, and clenched her thighs, reflexively trapping some of the tiny people between them, in the soft, muscular flesh of her thighs. Another tiny human clung to her erect nipple, squeezing it as she fought to stay put. Still others, those who had been trying to bind her feet, found themselves suddenly yanked forward. Caught in their own ropes, they banged against the sensitive undersides of her bare feet. More had changed in Gulliver than simply growing in size. Her body had become much more sensitive. She gasped in involuntary pleasure, and seemed to calm somewhat. But not everyone noticed. The king certainly did not, and gave his men the signal to prepare to fire. The others, gripped by terror, only saw a rampaging beast. The little figure who had been cast from her nose, though, perceived what was going on. He was a person of little account, a simple man of simple means, but he was wise. He realized that ropes would not contain her, and arrows would only enrage her. Giving her pleasure, though, whether the young woman trapped on her nipple, to poor souls caught in her thighs, or the struggling soldiers tickling her feet, these seemed to still her. What would he do? He had no time to think! To go from the head to another area would take too long, and many innocent lives would be lost in the meanwhile! He shouted"DON'T ATTACK. HER DON'T ATTACK HER!"he then moved towards her ear, and he started rubbing all the right spots, with all the power he had. He even tried to use his tongue, like he knew to do with women of his own size...but alas, his tongue was just too small! The king head his shout, and he shouted"ARCHERS HOLD YOUR FIRE! STAY READY", keeping the chaotic situation under control. (the King of Lilliput, was already beginning to conceive of ways to use this beautiful beast for its own purposes. Could he somehow turn this to profit, refilling his coffers after a long and fruitless war with neighboring Blefuscu? Could he even perhaps use her to conquer the island? First, though, he must tame her." General! Who is that young man whispering in the creature's ear? What's his name?" The man seemed to have some connection to the beast, which King Leopold sought to exploit." I do not know, Your Majesty!"" Find out!"~~~Overcome with the many sensations assailing her form, Gulliver begins to calm. She stops moving her feet, allowing the men dangling from ropes tied to her toes to either let go or scale her feet, as they wished. She relaxes her thighs, freeing those trapped between them but also releasing the unmistakable scent of her arousal, which wafts over those between her legs and caught in the plush mound of her pubic hair. Her nipples harden fully, allowing the woman trapped on the left peak to straddle it, if she wishes. But Gulliver is most aware of the tiny figure speaking in her ear. His voice sends shivers down her spine, which she does her best to control. "Who are you?" she asks the tiny voice, speaking softly so as not to startle her captors. "Where am I? What is happening to me?"coca plot is forming in my mind. King Leopold is going to 'capture' Gulliver, at least for a time, exploiting her to make money. If the little man in her ear plays along, the King will Knight him and give him a special role, which will later put him in position to help Gulliver, if you wish. "Relax pretty girl, you are safe here." the man replied." I am Joseph, and this is our small island of Lilliput. We welcome you here, but we don't know how you came here." Joseph explained." We can talk about that later. I need you to relax, and I go to talk with the others, to see how we can help you." the Joseph said, and after making sure she had agreed he left hastily.~~~After a while, Joseph was in front of the King." They tell me you are just a carpenter, yet you know how to calm the giantess." Leopold asked in a tone that demanded an answer." Yes my king, I figured that a giant woman is still a woman." Joseph explained."hmm... Very well." the King wondered if he could ask Joseph to tame the Queen too, but he shoved the thought in the back of his mind." Good job, you will be rewarded. We need to make her sleep, so we can move her to another location. The beach can be attacked by pirates or Blefuscudians any time."" You can use any means you want. I don't care. Just do it, and do it fast." the King ordered.~~~Joseph wondered how he could make a nervous giantess fall to sleep. He just couldn't find an idea. Using poison could work, but then she wouldn't trust them. And she was too big to get poisoned with a small dose. Then what were the alternatives? And then Joseph had an idea! How about they relax her, and exhaust her at the same time...sexually! He went around to give instructions to the soldiers, and told them to await his signal. He then returned to the ear of the giantess. "I am back. Sorry for leaving you alone."" We want to welcome you to our island, and our custom is to please our visitors to the best of our ability to welcome them." Joseph explained." Would you like to be welcomed by us?" he asked. ("Well, Joseph," says King Leopold, "calm her, and I will grant you a Knighthood and a seat at my court! Godspeed, then, calm this savage beast!" He gives the command that his men and the other folk of his realm should obey Joseph's voice.~~~"Joseph!" cries the giantess. "My name is Gulliver! Thank you for being so kind to me! Can you please tell the others not to pull my hair?" When the tiny kind man mentions pleasing her, she imagines traditional hospitality, and she doesn't want to be rude and reject their hospitality, angering them even further!" Of course! I would like that very much. Um...what should I do?" The rest of the Lilliputians, now under orders from their king, look to Joseph for directions. He can tell that most of them are afraid, but they fear the anger of the king more, and are willing to do whatever Joseph commands. Joseph of course asked the others to free her hair. After all he didn't want her to feel pain for no reason.Afterward he gave the signal to the soldiers. Two of them climbed up to each nipple, and four of them went close to her pussy. The poor woman who was trapped on the nipple finally had the chance to go down, reuniting with her family. Then, Joseph gave a second signal." Gullivera, our people consider this a great honor. Please try to stay still for the duration of the ceremony!" he shouted at her. With that, the soldiers got to work! Those who were up in the nipples, tied them with some rope, and secured themselves to make sure they could avoid falling down, and then they started playing with them. The soldier of the left nipple climbed on her nipple with his bare feet, and started doing a gentle grape-stomping. The soldier of the right nipple, wasn't that daring. He hugged the nipple with his legs, his erection pressing against the side of her nipple, and then he started playing with the nipple with his hands. As a soldier he was strong enough to make Gulliver actually feel it. Meanwhile, the other team of the soldiers had already started working on Gulliver's pussy. Two of them were taking care of the sides, one of them was in the middle, pressing his whole body against her pussy and rubbing the clitoris above with his hands. The final one had the job of throwing aromatic oil all over the place, to make sure everyone was well lubricated. Everyone was looking at them, holding their breaths. Would the daring plan work? (efforts of the soldiers was definitely having an effect. Gulliver's eyes go wide as they explore and massage her most sensitive parts. She arches her back reflexively, but doesn't fight the restraints." Joseph! What are they doing to me? Is this your idea of a--ah!--of pleasing your guests? I thought it Waugh!t-tea!" The soldier stepping on Gulliver's nipple doesn't seem to have much effect, as the nipple seems to shrink and soften. The other, though, squeezing it with his arms and legs, this one is rewarded with a stiffened, aching point! Gulliver moans in pleasure! By some twist of biology, or perhaps something in the air? Whatever the case, her body is much more sensitive! The soldiers working between her legs soon realize that they don't require any more lubrication than what Gulliver's body is already producing! Working tenaciously, they are soon rewarded with the sight of her hips rocking back and forth, the moans issuing from deep in her throat that roll down the beach, and the thick, pleasantly-scented fluids that seep out of her and trail between her cheeks. For the curious soldiers, more options present themselves than just rubbing her clit. There are two openings, one above and one below. Beyond the swollen lips is her sex, open and red with engorged blood. Beneath that lies the pinked, taboo rosebud. It would take a brave man to explore that opening indeed! In her new heightened state, Gulliver realizes that her feet are more than just ticklish! The soldiers struggling to restrain her down there are making her aroused as well! There are so many sensations! So many tiny hands, she doesn't know what to do!" Joseph!" she cries, "I can't hold back much longer!" "You have to hold back, dear!" Joseph said to her." If you don't manage to hold yourself, it means that you like it, and we will have to keep going. Just endure a little bit more." Of course, he didn't mention that they would just keep going anyway." Try to think of something else. Not about the guys who look at your naked body, touching it wherever they want. Not about how they can smell your sweet body scent." he 'comforted' her." See that guy over there, hugging your nipple? He is trying so hard. His hands aren't enough, and he even gives soft kisses on your erect nipple." That other guy is an idiot however, he thought." Endure without thinking about how good it would feel to orgasm. Because if that happened, all this would have to keep going. On, and on." he explained.~~~Meanwhile, there were reinforcements on the other side of the body. Two teams of soldiers had arrived each foot. They weren't there by orders of Joseph, but by orders of the King. Her being ticklish gave him a great idea. What if he learned how to tickle her better? That way if she turned against them, he would have a way to fight her!" Quick, we have to find her weak spot." the soldiers started desperately trying to find the best way to tickle her! She seemed to be ticklish all over the place, which made the task harder! They had to find thebesttickling spot! One of the leaders of the squad, had an idea! "Try tickling her between her toes!"~~~On the third war side, the guy with the oil realized that he was useless. But it looked like just what the other three were doing wasn't enough. Joseph had told them they had to make her cum fast!" For the glory of Lilliput!" he shouted, and then he took a deep breath, and with great self-sacrifice he started his work as a human dildo, going even deeper with his every push. The solders at his left and his right, were moved by his bravery, and started working even harder." Brother, do what you must. Whatever happens we will go through together" promised with a whisper the left soldier. The right soldier was more composed. If he was at his brothers place, he would also not hesitate to delve head first into the unknown, if it was for the greater good. Soon, only the feet of the brave soldier were still out of her pussy." We need reinforcements!" shouted the right soldier. (squirmed back and forth on the giant wooden pallet they had constructed for her. "How long will it last?" she cried out to Joseph. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out!" As she spoke, the soldier massaging her right breast hit the spot just right, sending a great spurt of white fluid shooting into the air, covering him and spattering down her stomach. Gulliver groaned at this, and at the same time blushed a deep crimson. "What is happening to me?"" Get off!" cried the girl who had previously been clinging to her breast for dear life to the inept soldier on the left breast. "I was a milk maid as a youth! Let me show you how it's done!" Soon, between the two of them, it was raining milk! King Leopold took note of this. What magic properties might such a font hold? "Men! Gather all the clay jars you can find!" At her feet, the men were tickling her with varied success. Some had gotten the knack of it, while others were now trapped between her squirming toes! One in particular had manged to wedge himself between her great toe and the next, and as she spasmed, she violently rubbed his crotch! Between her legs, the one brave soldier who determined to plump Gulliver's depths found himself trapped by her convulsion sex! With each convulsion, he was drawn deeper and deeper into the moistened cave. The walls of her sex massaged his naked body (he had stripped down so as not to injure the giant beast and cause her to panic), and soon found himself unable to move, only to wiggle as he tried to escape. Gullivera felt this violation, her eyes flying wide in panic and pleasure. "Joseph! He is in me! Oh, gods! A man is inside me!" The soldier directing the assault on Gulliver's sex could only watch as his comrade completely disappeared inside her. Another soldier soon appeared at his side. "What are your orders, sir? You have only to give the word. I will do anything to calm this beast. For King and Country!" Gullivera cried out to Joseph. "I don't know how much more I can take! I might have a fit of hysterics! (for that was what they called a woman's pleasure in those days.) "You can do it, dear, just a few hours more!" Joseph tried to 'calm' her, with a smile. Of course, he was teasing her more!" Men! You have taken oaths, and Lilliput is now in your hands. March bravely into the battlefield. Go in, finish what your brother started, and bring him back." the King ordered without hesitation. For the good of his country, every sacrifice was worth it!"YES, YOUR MAJESTY!" the soldiers replied, and started stripping naked, pushing themselves inside Gulliver without any hesitation, one after the other. The man at the nipple had other concerns." You know how to milk her, but how to make it stop? All this milk is getting wasted! There aren't enough pots!" he said looking down at the citizens who had already filled their pots." Just open your mouths fools towards the sky fools, drink as much as you can!" ordered King Leopold." And you up there, try to tie her nipple with your rope, maybe it will stop! Or plug the hole the milk comes from with something!" It was chaos all over the place. People covered in milk running around, trying to collect as much as they could, while others fought desperately with all they had.However, there was one of them who was in the worst situation. Trapped between Gulliver's fingers, his crotch moving against her skin...he struggled and struggled to get free before it was too late. But it simply wasn't meant to be. Not being able to endure any longer, he shamefully came in his pants... (who drank from the milky rain falling all around them were treated to a richness and sweetness such as they had never before experienced. Many began licking the sweet fluid from her skin. Even Joseph felt the warm spattering on his armor and helm and could smell the tempting aroma, even if he decided to refrain from sampling it himself. King Leopold saw only gold. Vast sums of gold." A few hours?" Gulliver cried. Faced with the realization that this could go on indefinitely, her determination crumbled and she came. Arching her back, she cried out in pleasure and pain. It was sweet, sweet relief. She bucked her hips and curled her toes, releasing those trapped by them. She could feel the men inside her burrowing deeper and deeper, squirming and wriggling delightfully, and she couldn't hold back the pressure she felt building deep within her sex. All of it came out as her body spasmed, clenching and contracting involuntarily. The men were forcibly ejected, along with a warm, sticky-sweet gush of creamy fluid that coated not only the men inside her, but those tending to her over-stimulated sex. If the milk coming from her breasts was delightfully sweet, what came from her sex was the purest of honey. It was aphrodisiac, putting them men who had been exposed to it in a euphoric slumber. Again, the king saw money pouring into his coffers. A mighty resource had washed up on his shore, one he could exploit to fill his coffers and at last bring relief against the tyrannical hand of the mighty nation of Blefuscu! Awash in shame, Gulliver trembled and went limp. "What has become of me, Joseph?" she cried. He was the only one she trusted. "I am not a whorish woman, but I have been overcome by your hospitality! And everyone has been soiled by my hysterics!" (Those 'soiled' did not seem so bothered by the fact.) Tears spilled down her cheeks, but she lacked the energy to resist. Joseph's plan was a success! A ladder is procured and propped against Gulliver's hip. Joseph is brought to King Leopold's side, and together they ascend. Between Gulliver's breasts Joseph is knighted and Gulliver is put into his charge. "She belongs to the Crown," King Leopold announces, "but you are her master!"" Wha?" cries Gulliver, confused and bewildered, both by the events taking place on her person and the heady aftermath of the ravishing of her." You will be responsible for milking her daily, both her breasts and her honeypot. You will collect the fruit of her body for the Crown, and have a troop of men and women to feed, clean and service her. And how will you lead this giantess?" In his peripheral, Joseph noticed the clamps being brought up and fastened to Gulliver's nipples. The slender chain attaching them and leading down, between her legs. What he does not see is the massive (by his standards, not hers) ring that is suddenly and violently lanced through her sex (Gulliver screams, heaving violently, but it happens so fast it is over almost before it begins. More tears spill down Gulliver's cheeks as the end of the chain, the chain connecting her breasts and her sex, is placed in Joseph's--Sir Joseph now--hand. With this chain, connected as it is to her most sensitive and private place, he could lead her about wherever he wished, as a man might a pet. He has only to tug, and she will be impelled to follow. King Leopold dismounts, giving Sir Joseph a few minutes with his slave." Why?" Gulliver asks, cut to the heart. "Why did you betray me?" Of course, he didn't. None of this was his doing. Even the king can't completely be blamed. Gulliver is just too powerful to be free. If neighboring Blefuscu knew of this, they would certainly enslave her. They would do just as King Leopold has done--even worse. And then they would use her to destroy his people. No, there was no choice in any of this. He just has to convince her of that. What he does not know what none of them know, is that Blefuscu already knows about Gulliver. Among the many who witnessed her on the beach that day, who partook of her fruit and saw how cruelly she was enslaved, was an agent of the neighboring island. She had only to bide her time and wait for the right moment to strike. "Thank you, my King" Joseph bowed." I will lead her with great care, both for her and for our people. We all deserve that." he answered. When King Leopold left satisfied, he returned to Gulliver." Darling sorry, I had no such intents." Joseph apologized." I will take good care of you, so why do you think I betrayed you? Didn't you feel good today? You can feel that way every time you want." he said." And look at those soldiers, they will all do what they can for your pleasure. Have you ever heard of someone else having so many caring for them?" he explained." It isn't all as bad as it seems. But if you hate me, I will take any punishment you want. Do you want to crush me and throw my corpse in the sea? Go ahead and do it. I won't complain." he said to her." But know that I only wanted your own good, and not to trick you." Suddenly, one of the men who had delved into Gulliver's sex, cried out in alarm! He realized that had lost his wedding ring somewhere in there! How could he possibly find it now?maybe Joseph will have to make a wooden dildo submarine by tomorrow, to explore and find the lost ring...? Or something else? ("Why do I think you betrayed me?" Gulliver asks, incredulous. "You told me it was hospitality, and they made me cum! It was humiliating, Joseph! And now they pierced me, down there, so you can lead me around like a bull! I'm a slave, Joseph, you tricked me and turned me into a slave!" Maybe she could crush him, but all he has to do is tug on the chain in his hands, and she will do whatever he commands, he could lead her anywhere, and she would follow, and if she killed him in a fit of pique, they would just get someone worse!" You did trick me," she said, her bottom lip quivering a bit. "I want my clothes back on, the flag. I know it isn't much, but I want it." She doesn't want to consent to let anyone fetch the ring. She is appalled that amarriedman had been inside of her in the first place. And not just his sex, ALL of him! She is aghast." No married person may touch me, not like that. Are you married, Joseph?" Assuming that he isn't, she consents to allow him to retrieve the ring. "But you mustn't wear any clothes or anything at all, do you understand? I don't want anything else getting lost in there." With a petulant huff, Gulliver relaxes her thighs, opening herself up for Joseph, who can see the cruel ring piercing her most intimate place, attached to the chain in his hand. He'll have to hand it off to someone. Gulliver must not be allowed her freedom, by order of the king. "I am sorry, dear, I really am." he told her. "I don't see why it was humiliating. You were beautiful when you came."" And I won't lead you around like a bull. I will take care of you. And yes, we will give you your flag. I will ask them to repair it first however - it was full of holes." It was up to Gulliver if she wanted a flag with holes, or if she could wait till it was repaired... Then they went to the task of finding the ring." I am not married, don't worry." Joseph looked around to look for someone to have him hold the chain for him. However, he couldn't find anyone he could trust with such a task." Darling, I will tie the chain on me when I go in. If you feel me pulling it, and you are uncomfortable, draw the chain out to get me out." he explained his plan to Gulliver."Otherwise, if I can't get out, we would have to ask the soldiers to...repeat what we did before." ("I want the flag now, please," she says, "and thank you, Joseph. Or should I saySirJoseph now." She says the last without any hint of malice. The ring concerns her a great deal. It's so tiny compared to her, how will he ever find it, especially in the dark. Searching for it will involve so much squirming around inside of her, which felt weird, but she also has to admit felt perfect, too. So good she actually... She doesn't want to think about that again, though she might not be able to stop herself!" No, please not the chain!" she cries, when he mentions tying it around himself. It might scratch her, on the inside, plus he might accidentally pull on her sore bits, which would really hurt and might make her clench up. "I promise to be good, Sir Joseph. I will lie here very still and not go anywhere, okay? Just don't put the chain in me!" Sir Joseph notices that the other guards gathered at the entrance to her sex are readying more buckets and jars, waiting to harvest her fluids if she cums again. Before him, her sex looms. "Ok dear...since you don't want to, I won't go inside with the chain. But don't go anywhere!" he warned her. Nonetheless, he couldn't let her chain lying around, so he called the soldier who lost his ring over." It is your fault for losing your ring. Now you will have to hold this chain until I come out." he told him." If something happens, and I can't come outside, you will have to make everyone make her cum again. Am I clear?" Sir Joseph asked him." Yes Sir" the soldier obediently replied. Sir Joseph got naked, and prepared himself to jump in. His eyesight wasn't now what it used to be back when he was young, so he knew he would have to pat around in order to find the ring."OK I am going in, Gulliver!" he warned her, and then he pushed himself in her sex. It was dark and hot in there, but there was no light, so he would have to search very carefully to find the ring...~~~A woman was doing her daily shopping at Lilliput's market. She was the wife of the young soldier who had lost his young ring! Suddenly, the agent of Blefuscu appeared and approached with evil intentions. In her pocket, there was the ring that Sir Joseph was searching! In fact, it was never lost inside Gulliver!" Hey, are you Mini? The wife of the soldier who entered the giantess pussy and lost his ring inside?" she exclaimed." Wow, you are so pretty...your husband is an idiot to do that to you. I am really admiring your tolerance, you know. I would have gone crazy if my husband did that for me."goodwill Mini cause trouble for her husband? Will she demand to go in herself to find the ring? Will she demand an apology from Gulliver? And maybe the agent of Bluffs will try to cause some trouble for them while they are busy? Will they ever find out that the ring isn't inside Gulliver, or will they have to keep searching every day? :o CharactersGullivera, who wakes up from a strange dream only to discover that she has been taken captive by tiny people called Lilliputians. Sir Joseph, recently knighted by King Leopold. Sir Joseph was once a humble carpenter, but after discovering the trick to calming the strange 'giantess', he has been knighted and tasked with the responsibility of controlling Gulliver. King Leopold, king of the Lilliputians, who sees Gulliver as a means of refilling his empty coffers and perhaps taking vengeance on his enemies, the inhabitants of the nearby island kingdom of Blefuscu. Reginald, a married soldier of Lilliput who 'lost' his wedding ring while trying to 'soothe' Gulliver. Miri, Reginald's jealous wife. Natasha, an agent of Blefuscu in Lilliput. She seeks to sew chaos in Lilliput and capture Gulliver for her people.(poor body is still quivering from the 'generosity' the Lilliputians had shown her, and already she is being penetrated once more! Her nipples ache from the clamps, her chest and face are still flush, and her poor sex is still swollen and red, her lips engorged with blood and slick with her juices and so very, very sensitive. The moment Sir Joseph starts to touch her she groans in pleasure." M-make sure you wipe your feet!" she cries out, almost as an afterthought. She doesn't want him tracking dirt in there! Ohh! What if he can't find the ring? Will it be lost in there forever? She can hardly abide the thought, but she can hardly focus on it, either, not with Sir Joseph squirming around inside her! Proportionately, he is about the size of a male member, if the man were her size, and with all of his squirming around, he is accomplishing the same end that such a member would accomplish. Even more quickly, really, considering thatitwould only be going in and out whilehesquirming all around inside of her, hitting all the right places and making her feel things she shouldn't. Then there is the fact that she is surrounded by people--tiny people, but people nonetheless. There are men standing directly between her legs! Being watched like this, in her most vulnerable state only makes the sensations she is feeling that much more acute! She can't hold back for long! Sir Joseph finds it isn't as difficult to breath as he first thought. As he slips entirely inside Gulliver, sliding between her wet folds, he is plunged into darkness. It is cloyingly hot, and with every breath his lungs are filled with her sweet scent. It isn't necessarily a pleasant aroma, but it is distinctly sexual and feminine. But every few seconds he finds relief, for as she wiggles and squirms, her sex opens due to her movements, and he feels cool air rushing in, giving him a break and a breath of fresh air. Then, just as quickly, the 'walls' collapse, and he is crushed between them, unable to so much as a finger as her muscles contract, and he is pinned. It isn't painful, more like being held in a velvety soft glove. Her walls contract, not just against him, but against his tiny, naked member. How long can he possibly hold back?~~~"What do you say?" Mini exclaims, putting a hand on her hip and cocking a brow. "My husband? Up in some giant strumpet? And he lost his gram wedding ring in her?" Natasha has but to follow in the woman's wake as she storms off in search of the guilty party." Oi!" Mini barks at her husband, Reginald. "What are you on about? You think just because she's huge she doesn't count!"" But love!" Reginald says." Don't you but love me!"" Is this what you were looking for?" Mini ask, as she points at the ring, which she dropped on the ground when no one was looking." Gimmie that!" Mini cries. Taking the ring in one hand and her husband's ear in the other, she drags them off. Natasha is left holding the chain." Any one of you lot want to go in there after him?" she says to the soldiers standing around, who shake their heads. Reginald nearly drowned. "Alright then, back off and let me handle this." Chain in hand, she climbs up Gulliver's thighs and marches across her body, between her breasts, and perches on the tip of Gulliver's nose, forcing her to go cross-eyed to focus on her. Crossing one leg over the other, she pulls the chain taut and gives it a small tug, just enough for Gulliver to know who is in charge. Connected as it is to her tender clitoris, it hurts, but it also feels good in all the wrong ways. Looking around to make sure no one else is in earshot, she says, "So, pet, how do you like being led around like a dog? These Lilliputians aren't kind people, are they?"chow long will Sir Joseph hold out before he cums in Gulliver's giant van? Will Natasha succeed in poisoning Gulliver's mind? Notes: I don't think Natasha should succeed here. I think she should plant the seeds of doubt, but later Gulliver--perhaps after an encounter with the queen, will start listening to her. Meanwhile, once the conversation is over, Natasha could perch on Gulliver's Mons and use her feet to massage her clit, bringing her to climax, if you want to do that. No reason to rush the scene, though. There are only so many times you are going to be able to write being trapped in a giant vagina after all :) Natasha stood on top of Gulliver, and continued talking to Gulliver." I hold your leash now, so you are mine. Come, join our Blefuscu and you won't have to listen the orders of the Lilliputians." she tried to persuade her. She didn't know if Gulliver was tall enough to just swim over to Bluffs, so she couldn't order her to do so. The best she could do for now was to make Gulliver attack the Lilliputians.However, Gulliver looked...bothered by something instead of replying to her.~.~.~Sir Joseph was desperately trying to find the ring. With no light and everything moving around him, it was a hard task. He could only blindly pat all over the place before moving deeper and deeper... The deeper he went, the tighter things went. He could hardly move forward now. The leftover juices and the tightness of this place made him think that he was pushed back out sometimes...but he couldn't be sure, so he could only try to touch all over the place, to make sure he didn't miss the ring." I have to find that ring before I return, it's the least I could do for Gulliver"he thought, not knowing that there was no ring to be found. Going deeper and deeper, he started having trouble even moving at all. His naked body was rubbing against Gulliver's pussy...he couldn't help but get...excited. But he didn't want to cum inside Gulliver. How could he be able to explain himself if such an accident happened? He had to move forward to find the ring...but if he moved... CharactersGullivera, who wakes up from a strange dream only to discover that she has been taken captive by tiny people called Lilliputians. Sir Joseph, recently knighted by King Leopold. Sir Joseph was once a humble carpenter, but after discovering the trick to calming the strange 'giantess', he has been knighted and tasked with the responsibility of controlling Gulliver. King Leopold, king of the Lilliputians, who sees Gulliver as a means of refilling his empty coffers and perhaps taking vengeance on his enemies, the inhabitants of the nearby island kingdom of Blefuscu. Reginald, a married soldier of Lilliput who 'lost' his wedding ring while trying to 'soothe' Gulliver. Miri, Reginald's jealous wife. Natasha, an agent of Blefuscu in Lilliput. She seeks to sew chaos in Lilliput and capture Gulliver for her people.(a rough guess based on the giantess' height, Natasha thought that the woman could easily traverse the narrow channel that divided the two islands. All she had to do was convince her to flee. Gullivera attempted to lower her voice so that only Natasha could hear. "Are you sure you'll set me free?" Gulliver wasn't convinced. After all, Sir Joseph was trying to help her! Even now, she could feel him squirming around inside of her! She tried not to think about it, but she felt herself getting closer and closer to another climax. She squirmed and moaned, mewling pathetically as her giant nipples hardened. Inside, Joseph could feel the gathering tension and the growing wetness of her sex. If he didn't find the ring soon, he would get drenched! Natasha would have to try harder to convince Gulliver. The ring was the key! If she could convince Gulliver that Joseph had deceived her, and was just pluming her depths for the thrill, the giantess would be hers! Of course, she had no intention of freeing her! She had seen what Gulliver was capable of producing, and wanted that income for herself! "Of course I will free you! I am from Blefuscu, totally different from those sneaky Lilliputians!" Natasha tried to persuade her." In Blefuscu we would never chain someone up! And certainly we wouldn't lie to them that a ring was lost in them as an excuse to have fun with them!"" Take for example that Sir Joseph...he is clearly an evil man. He practically raped you by tricking you! Can you still trust him? Just crush him with your finger and come with me to Blefuscu..." she said, trying to trick Gulliver. Meanwhile, a huge crowd of Lilliputians arrived, carrying with great difficulty the flag Gulliver wanted to use as her clothes. It still had holes in it, but it could still be used for covering herself somewhat. One of the Lilliputians approached Gulliver as ear, unaware of the discussion that was happening on top of her." Excuse me miss giantess, where should we leave this?" he shouted to Gulliver, trying to sound polite.~~~Poor Sir Joseph couldn't see anything around him. He wanted to go forward, but he couldn't. He wanted to go back, but he also couldn't! Furthermore, he was stuck! Furthermore, he could only curse his bad luck and listening to Gulliver about not taking the chain with him... With no other option, he started to struggle. His bare flesh rubbing against Gulliver...he desperately tried not to cum...but as a single man, how long could he resist, when Gulliver's wet pussy was squeezing him from every possible angle? He hated his inability to stop himself...and struggled even harder to find a way out. But the more he struggled, the more Gulliver was fighting him back...outlets have both of them cum at the same time, just when Natasha decides to just force Gulliver ago with her... Gullivera's explosion could throw her away just in time or something CharactersGullivera, who wakes up from a strange dream only to discover that she has been taken captive by tiny people called Lilliputians. Sir Joseph, recently knighted by King Leopold. Sir Joseph was once a humble carpenter, but after discovering the trick to calming the strange 'giantess', he has been knighted and tasked with the responsibility of controlling Gulliver. King Leopold, king of the Lilliputians, who sees Gulliver as a means of refilling his empty coffers and perhaps taking vengeance on his enemies, the inhabitants of the nearby island kingdom of Blefuscu. Reginald, a married soldier of Lilliput who 'lost' his wedding ring while trying to 'soothe' Gulliver. Miri, Reginald's jealous wife. Natasha, an agent of Blefuscu in Lilliput. She seeks to sew chaos in Lilliput and capture Gulliver for her people.(tiny woman perched on her nose was right! The first thing those sneaky Lilliputians had done was tie her up! And they had kept her tied up ever since! She thought Sir Joseph was nice, but the ring was in Natasha's hand! He had lied to her just to take advantage of her! That is the part that really stings. She was starting to like Sir Joseph! If he had wanted to be inside of her so badly, why didn't he just ask? She might have let him...later, of course, when there were fewer people around. But no! He had deceived her; she could feel him now, wriggling around inside of her! It was infuriating! And the worst part? She couldn't get him out! Or maybe she could..." Um," she said to the person speaking in her ear, "just leave it right there, okay?" Her voice quivered as she struggled to control herself. "Tell everyone to go away while I get dressed. This nice lady on my nose has the chain, so you needn't worry about me. Thank you." Gullivera next turns her attention to Natasha. She goes cross-eyed a little as she tries to focus on the tiny woman, and it's hard keeping her voice steady with Sir Joseph wriggling around, but she tries to maintain her dignity anyway. "Will you really take this evil chain off of me and set me free? You aren't trying to trick me, are you?"" Of course, I will take the chain off of you! As soon as we get to Blefuscu I will set you free!" Natasha replies, lying effortlessly." Okay! I'll go with you! But first we need to get Sir Joseph out of me. He's--NNN--he's in their pretty deep and hitting a spot that is making it hard to concentrate." Natasha can see this is so, for Gulliver's hips start to buck immodestly. "Can you help me get him out please? You shouldn't go in there after him--I might lose you too. But can you," Gulliver blushes a deep crimson, "oh please don't make me say it!" Quote from: oocyte have some options here. If you're feeling deliciously cruel, Natasha can make Gulliver beg first. Or she can go down and make her cum by massaging her clit. She can perch on her Mons, and hang 'off the side', if you want. Either using her hands or by sitting, dangling her legs and using her bare feet. She could even taunt Gulliver a little that she is going to make her cum in such a humiliating way. It's up to you. Have fun and be cruel! Of course Natasha wasn't that kind-hearted!" What, you think that because I said I will help you get free, *I* am your slave now?" she asked Gulliver." You had no problems getting pleased in front of everyone, but now you are shy? No, that won't do." she declared, pointing her finger towards Gulliver." In fact, I have your chain now. So I will punish you for thinking me as your personal Sexton. I forbid you to have another round of hysterics. Unless..." she pretended to think for a moment, swinging the chain around." Unless you show some honesty. First I want you to shout very loudly - not now, when I find some cover of course - that you thank everyone for helping you. They did chain you, but since you enjoyed it you have to thank them."" Also, you will have to shout that you are a little slut. Because I don't like dishonest people. We are all very honest at Blefuscu. No complains, if you don't do as I say I will leave you here."" Finally, if you want me to help you, you will have to ask me very nicely. But we will discuss this after you are done." Natasha declared, and then jumped away with the chain, covering her ears and waiting to see if Gulliver would follow her instructions. Of course, she still had the chain, so she would make her do so anyway...~~~Meanwhile Sir Joseph couldn't hold himself back anymore. He could only apologize in his mind to Gulliver, as he came again and again. Soon, he was done. His was now feeling his body getting numb...everything around him was moving...and he could barely breathe. He felt like he was falling asleep...and soon his eyes closed!what will Gulliver do? Will she swallow her pride and shout those things, that maybe ppl on both islands will hear? And what will happen to Sir Joseph? Will he get washed out when Gulliver cums, or will he wake up to find himself in a magical world inside Gulliver's pussy, and he will have to find his way back? :o CharactersGullivera, who wakes up from a strange dream only to discover that she has been taken captive by tiny people called Lilliputians. Sir Joseph, recently knighted by King Leopold. Sir Joseph was once a humble carpenter, but after discovering the trick to calming the strange 'giantess', he has been knighted and tasked with the responsibility of controlling Gulliver. King Leopold, king of the Lilliputians, who sees Gulliver as a means of refilling his empty coffers and perhaps taking vengeance on his enemies, the inhabitants of the nearby island kingdom of Blefuscu. Reginald, a married soldier of Lilliput who 'lost' his wedding ring while trying to 'soothe' Gulliver. Miri, Reginald's jealous wife. Natasha, an agent of Blefuscu in Lilliput. She seeks to sew chaos in Lilliput and capture Gulliver for her people.("What, you think that because I said I will help you get free, *I* am your slave now?" Gullivera blinked in confusion at the sudden turn. With Sir Joseph squirming around down there it was getting so hard to concentrate!" What? No! I don't think that at all! I just want your help, that's all!"" You had no problems getting pleased in front of everyone, but now you are shy? No, that won't do."" I didn't want that to happen," she cries out, "it just did! That's not fair!" It's less fair when Natasha starts swinging the chain around. Given the freshness of the piercing, the sensitive flesh aches. Worse, as the chain tugs back and forth, it rubs against her swollen clit, which makes her arousal that much worse! Natasha can feel the giantess writhing, can see the effect she is having, the control she exerts and can continue to exert. She has mastered this giant beast! It doesn't take much convincing after that. With Sir Joseph squirming around inside of her, Gulliver's arousal is growing, and she wants him out, but the only way to get him out is to have another fit of hysterics, which cruel Natasha won't help with!" Fine!" she says, pouting and sucking her quivering lip. "If that's how you want to be!"" Can you hear me everyone?"she bellows." Thank you for helping me! I am a little slut and Natasha is my mistress now!" Her voice echoes across the landscape like thunder. People hear her words in the capitol and even in Blefuscu." There," she says, whimpering quietly when it is done. "Now will you please help me? I even went beyond what you said and told everyone that you are my master. So now I can be your toy...even your sex toy, if that's what you want. But will you please get Sir Joseph out of me?" Between the arousal and the shame, Gulliver blushes a deep crimson and her chin quivers with unspent tears. "Please," she repeats pathetically.~~~Meanwhile, deep inside Gulliver Sir Joseph clings to consciousness. His body quivers with the passion of his release, but if he was hoping for respite, he is sorely mistaken! Trapped within her velvety folds, his body cannot fight the pleasure at assaults him. Almost immediately, he gets another erection! At the same time, he senses that he has reached the end of her sex. Above his head is an opening of some sort. Does it lead to her womb, or to some other mystical place? Powerless and trapped, he is at the mercy of her contractions. Still, he can feel pressure building up on the other side of that opening. What will happen when that tension releases in her climax?loci'd like for them to have simultaneous orgasms. When she cums, Sir Joseph will slip deeper inside of her, and either due to a hallucination or some other cause, enter this magical realm. Meantime, he will physically be safely nestled in Gulliver's womb. That way he can cum out later and save Gulliver from the cruel depredations of Natasha! Natasha had distanced herself from Gulliver's head, and had even covered her ears, but there was no way she could avoid hearing Gulliver's thunderous voice! Indeed, not only her, but everyone in the two islands heard her! King Leopold was still returning to the city, when he heard her cry, and immediately send his subjects to find out what was going on and who Natasha was. Sadly, he couldn't return in time to recapture Gulliver, even if he knew what the situation was! There is only one person who failed to listen to those words. It was none other than Sir Joseph, who was currently drifting between pleasurable dreams and pleasurable reality! He was desperately trying to hold on, from cumming once more, that Gulliver's voice went unnoticed! Natasha mercilessly used the chain to climb back up at Gulliver." Good girl. But you are mistaken, I don't want you to be my sex toy. YOU want to be my sex toy, isn't that the truth?" she asked her, tugging the chain that was connected with Gulliver's new piercing." But even if you are a dishonest little sex toy, I will still help you out. Because I am so generous. Remember to keep thanking me while I am helping you...or I might get tired and stop." she said, and then she jumped on Gulliver's left boob, and then slid down towards her sex. When she arrived above her pussy, she jumped town and sat on Gulliver's pubic mound." So, how should we do this. Let's see. My feet are a bit short to reach down there...but if I pull the ring upwards..." Natasha mused. And she did exactly that! She pulled the ring upwards by pulling the chain, and then it was just close enough for her feet to be able to push it downwards. She then started repeating the same action, pulling the ring up with the chain, and then using her feet to play with it, before it once again fell down." Do you like this, you giant slut?" Natasha asked Gulliver, shouting at the top of her lungs.motif Gulliver is too sensitive with her new ring, Natasha could be persuaded to change her method... :P CharactersGullivera, who wakes up from a strange dream only to discover that she has been taken captive by tiny people called Lilliputians. Sir Joseph, recently knighted by King Leopold. Sir Joseph was once a humble carpenter, but after discovering the trick to calming the strange 'giantess', he has been knighted and tasked with the responsibility of controlling Gulliver. King Leopold, king of the Lilliputians, who sees Gulliver as a means of refilling his empty coffers and perhaps taking vengeance on his enemies, the inhabitants of the nearby island kingdom of Blefuscu. Reginald, a married soldier of Lilliput who 'lost' his wedding ring while trying to 'soothe' Gulliver. Miri, Reginald's jealous wife. Natasha, an agent of Blefuscu in Lilliput. She seeks to sew chaos in Lilliput and capture Gulliver for her people.(Gulliver was so conflicted! What Natasha was doing to her was so humiliating and painful! Every time she pulled on that damnable chain, Gulliver whimpered pathetically. It hurt so bad, but felt so good! And then she used her feet! Her feet! It was humiliating! Humiliating, but Gulliver couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through her. She surrendered to it. Soon, it would be over. Sir Joseph would be out of her and Natasha would take her to Belfast. She would be rid of this awful chain, and then she could figure out what to do next. Natasha would take care of her...everything would turn out well in then end." Yes!" she cries softy, "I'll be your slut! Just please don't stop! I'm... I'MOH Gods Natasha!" Deep inside Gulliver, Sir Joseph can feel the tension building. He has reached the end of her sex, a ring of muscle constricted tightly to form a wall. As Gulliver shudders--her slick, powerful walls massaging his naked body--Sir Joseph feels the wall opening up. Last time, this was followed by a gush of fluids, and this is what happens, except that before the damn bursts, the muscle relaxes, opening the 'wall' and spilling Joseph deeper inside of her! Riding the current that sweeps out of her, Josephbackslidesinto her womb! The opening seals as she spasms in pleasure, plunging Sir Joseph in a world of darkness. Coated in her fluids, trapped in her deepest, most feminine place, it is as if Sir Joseph has entered into a different world... Gullivera feels the familiar rush, the fluid that rushes out of her, not in a spray like when she needs to relieve herself, but a more gentle current that soaks her sex and thighs and dribbles between her cheeks. Shame flushes through her--once again, she has soaked the sandy beach, put on display for the world to see. Once again the soldiers rush forward to scoop up the precious fluid, catching it right from the 'tap' (drenching themselves in the process), or capturing it as it cascades down her thighs. Natasha is treated to a bird's eye view. An aromatic scent, somewhat musky but distinctly feminine greets her nose. Her purpose has been accomplished. She has secured the promise from the giantess, though unfortunately there is no sign of Sir Joseph." Is he out?" Gulliver cries. Alas, he is not, but that matters not. It's time for Natasha to take her new pet home before King Leopold returns and spoils all the fun.loci'll leave it to you to set the scene with Sir Joseph. Do you want to run them concurrently or focus on Sir Joseph for a while? "Yes, he is out...and he runs away! He probably knows you saw through his lies, I guess." Natasha lied without the slightest hesitation"Stand up, place me on your head, and then you can walk over to Blefuscu." she ordered, tying the chain on her belt. Now Gulliver wouldn't be able to escape just because Natasha lost her grip or anything - and Natasha knew better than let the chain hanging around for anyone to pick." We don't have much time, so I don't care if you want to go for a second round. We will do it again later, I promise." In fact, she would go for many second rounds once they were in Blefuscu, no matter what Gulliver said...but she didn't have to know that.~~~(Joseph felt that he was floating in an endless sea...however he didn't feel that he was drowning or anything. It was a comfortable, warm sensation. As he regained his consciousness, he realized that he wasn't on any sea anymore. He was lying on a sandy beach, with the sound of the sea coming from nearby, and a midday sun keeping him warm. From somewhere in the distance, he heard voices...they sounded like women laughing. Just where was he?once could focus on Sir Joseph and then turn back to Gulliver's situation back at Blefuscu, skipping the travelling...or we could do them side by side. Also, how long you want this to be? CharactersGullivera, who wakes up from a strange dream only to discover that she has been taken captive by tiny people called Lilliputians. Sir Joseph, recently knighted by King Leopold. Sir Joseph was once a humble carpenter, but after discovering the trick to calming the strange 'giantess', he has been knighted and tasked with the responsibility of controlling Gulliver. King Leopold, king of the Lilliputians, who sees Gulliver as a means of refilling his empty coffers and perhaps taking vengeance on his enemies, the inhabitants of the nearby island kingdom of Blefuscu. Reginald, a married soldier of Lilliput who 'lost' his wedding ring while trying to 'soothe' Gulliver. Miri, Reginald's jealous wife. Natasha, an agent of Blefuscu in Lilliput. She seeks to sew chaos in Lilliput and capture Gulliver for her people. Boudica, Queen of the Amazonians.(did as she was told, standing up and placing Natasha on her head. She was still worried about Sir Joseph--even though she was angry at him for lying to her, she still didn't want him inside of her, and she would be so much more at ease if she had seen him running away. But she can't feel him anymore, either, so she decides that Natasha must be telling the truth. Gullivera gently settles Natasha on her head, where it is easy for Natasha to make handholds with her hair so she doesn't fall off. "Please be careful with the chain!" Gulliver whimpers pathetically. "It hurts so! And don't forget that you promised to take it out as soon as we reach Blefuscu!" Curse those wicked Lilliputians for putting that chain on her! Natasha points east. Gulliver obediently follows, quickly leaving King Leopold and his approaching army behind. Blefuscu is an island kingdom separated from Lilliput by a narrow channel. Well, narrow for Gulliver. In the middle, it comes up to her chest, which is very deep for a small person, but the current isn't strong and Gulliver is never afraid. Sand had accumulated in the most inconvenient and annoying places while she was on the beach, so she takes a moment to cleanse herself while she is in the water, even holding Natasha on the palm of her hand while she dips her head and cleans her hair.Afterwards, she is soaking wet again. She should have thought to take the flag-dress off, but she didn't, and now it clings to her naked frame. From her perch high on Gulliver's head, Natasha can see most of her island. She is riding the most powerful being in the world, as far as she knows. With a tug of her chain, she can make the beast woman do anything. Does she command her to evict the king of Blefuscu and take his throne? Does she bind Gulliver and harvest her precious resources? For the moment, the world is Natasha's oyster. Sir Joseph wakes up on a beach. He knows something is wrong, because this beach isn't his beach. For one, Gulliver is nowhere to be found. For another, he is bound! Someone has bound him with chains and placed him on a pallet made of wood!" Onward, Maidens!" comes a tiny cry. Sir Joseph feels tiny feet bounding across his bare chest. (Yes, he is naked!) A woman appears on his chin. She is dressed as a warrior, and Amazonian. She bears a spear and a buckler. Furthermore, she plants the butt of her spear on his chin, settling a tiny bare foot on his lower lip. "You have finally awoken, Slave! I am Bodice, Queen of the Amazonians, and you are my spoil!" To say that Natasha didn't think about taking the Kings place would be a lie...but she knew that she couldn't possibly control Gulliver's chain all the time. She wanted to become queen to live in luxury, not keep riding Gulliver around all day and night! However, she could still do many things with Gulliver...for a start she could ask her to bring out some shipwrecks from the bottom of the sea. They alone could make her rich. But she knew that something like that would take too much time. She had other plans, more important. In Blefuscu, she is going to ask the King to free Gulliver - the king will of course refuse. She could then free Gulliver in secret, and have her work for her willingly to overtake the king, presenting him as a tyrant! No need for chains when she could fool this giant girl!However, there was an even more pressing matter, that has been bugging her for some time now." Hey... I am curious. Aren't you ever hungry?" Sir Joseph couldn't believe in his eyes! The Queen of the Amazonians looked exactly like Gulliver! Or was he imagining things? His eyes aren't what they used to be..." What, I am sir Joseph, and I am no one's slave!" he claimed. He considered flinging Bodice away, but he was still guilt ridden about what happened with Gulliver. Besides, he was tied down!" Where am I? Are you Gulliver? I was looking for the ring..." he asked, forgetting to properly address the queen!IOC Some ideas:Maybe Gulliver has to go fishing to find something to eat, as Gulliver did :P She could lure the fish close with her sex-fluids, and then use the flag as a net! Or maybe she is never hungry for some reason. Or maybe she is going to have to work for her food in Blefuscu... On the other hand Sir Joseph is rude and should probably get punished :P Or maybe indeed the Amazonians have seen a ring...or they misunderstand him and understand he is looking for something else entirely! [/Spoiler] CharactersGullivera, who wakes up from a strange dream only to discover that she has been taken captive by tiny people called Lilliputians. Sir Joseph, recently knighted by King Leopold. Sir Joseph was once a humble carpenter, but after discovering the trick to calming the strange 'giantess', he has been knighted and tasked with the responsibility of controlling Gulliver. King Leopold, king of the Lilliputians, who sees Gulliver as a means of refilling his empty coffers and perhaps taking vengeance on his enemies, the inhabitants of the nearby island kingdom of Blefuscu. Reginald, a married soldier of Lilliput who 'lost' his wedding ring while trying to 'soothe' Gulliver. Miri, Reginald's jealous wife. Natasha, an agent of Blefuscu in Lilliput. She seeks to sew chaos in Lilliput and capture Gulliver for her people. Boudica, Queen of the Amazonians.(Gulliver comes up out of the water, she finds herself wishing she had removed her flag-dress first. Now it is soaked and clings scantily to her body. She steps onto the beach, giving Natasha a view of the entire island-state of Blefuscu. All of it could be hers, if she played her cards right. For now, though, Natasha has to figure out what to do with her gigantic prize." Hey... I am curious. Aren't you ever hungry?"" No," Gulliver replies. She hadn't thought of it, and even now, thinking about it, she isn't. "I am thirsty, though. Do you have something to drink? And don't forget your promise! I brought you to Blefuscu, now please remove this awful chain! It hurts me so!" Boudica slams the butt of her spear down on Sir Joseph's chin. "How dare you address me so, slave! I amour Highness Queen Bodice of the Amazonians, not some common bar wench! And you are nothing but a male, a lowly, pathetic male! Useful only for brute strength and breeding. You should grovel before your betters, worm!" Boudica did not answer Sir Joseph's question about Gulliver because he was beneath her. He is eventually brought to a wide meadow large enough to accommodate the platform on which he has been tied. His legs are spread apart, and he can feel many hands and feet manipulating and walking on his crotch. A rope is produced and tied around his sack. When it is cinched, his cock becomes erect. Using the rope to control the flow of blood, the Amazonians can control whether his cock stays hard or soft! At the same time, the base of his cock is tied down with a second rope, to keep it from sticking up and making the fluid that much easier to collect. A barrel of olive oil is dumped on his cock, and he feels many hands and feet massaging his head and the sensitive underside of his cock. Looking down the length of his body, he can see many scantily-clad females scurrying over him; some are massaging him, others are arranging another barrel to collect his sperm! "I would remove it immediately...but don't think it is so easy to remove. It will need a very experienced blacksmith to remove it, otherwise it could cause you permanent damage!" Natasha lied once more to Gulliver. Of course removing the chain wasn't easy, but anyone with the right tools could do it." We will have to ask the King to have the best blacksmiths to remove your chain. Go over there and stand on that mountain...they should send someone when they see you. There is also a river over there, if you are thirsty." Sure enough, if Gulliver did as she was told, after a while the royal cavalry of Blefuscu arrived, staring with wide eyes at the semi-naked giantess. It didn't take long for Natasha to explain the situation (as she saw fit) and in a few hours, Gulliver was instructed by Natasha to lie down, as she was about to meet the King of Blefuscu. Sir Joseph meanwhile, was tied in that strange land. For some reason he couldn't break the ropes that tied him down...either his strength was gone, or they were way more durable than they should have been.' Maybe it is retribution about what we did to Gulliver?' he wondered. In his eyes Bodice resembled Gulliver...but then again, his eyesight used to be better.However, he had more pressing matters that prevented him from thinking about that." Wait, please, there is no need for that...if you want me to cum I can do it by myself..." he pleaded, but his pleas fell in deaf ears. The Amazonians were not showing any mercy, as they worked on his member to harvest his sperm. Maybe they even enjoyed listening to his pleas, judging by their smiles. They kept making him cum, again and again. Finally, the Amazonians decided to have a break...but to his horror, Sir Joseph realized that they decided to use his cock as a comfortable place to sit on, while the Amazonians were chit-chatting! Some of them decided that they could jump up and down on it, causing him to orgasm once more...but sadly no sperm could come out - since no one was there to collect it, they had tied him to prevent from cumming... Then they continued with their harvest, not caring about him at all... Until finally, Sir Joseph felt that he couldn't take it anymore." I beg of you...just untie me. I will do whatever you want, I swear!" CharactersGullivera, who wakes up from a strange dream only to discover that she has been taken captive by tiny people called Lilliputians. Sir Joseph, recently knighted by King Leopold. Sir Joseph was once a humble carpenter, but after discovering the trick to calming the strange 'giantess', he has been knighted and tasked with the responsibility of controlling Gulliver. King Leopold, king of the Lilliputians, who sees Gulliver as a means of refilling his empty coffers and perhaps taking vengeance on his enemies, the inhabitants of the nearby island kingdom of Blefuscu. Reginald, a married soldier of Lilliput who 'lost' his wedding ring while trying to 'soothe' Gulliver. Miri, Reginald's jealous wife. Natasha, an agent of Blefuscu in Lilliput. She seeks to sew chaos in Lilliput and capture Gulliver for her people. Boudica, Queen of the Amazonians.("Oh, thank you!" Gulliver cries, buying Natasha's lie without a second thought. After setting Natasha down, she goes to the mountain she indicated. There is indeed a stream, and a beautiful waterfall, which she drinks from. The water is crystal clear. Gulliver rinses out her hair in the waterfall before dipping her feet in the pool at the bottom. She's nervous about meeting the king and doesn't want to look like a mess. She waves at the cavalrymen and blows them kisses so that they know she isn't a threat. Then she sits cross-legged on a green field and introduces herself to the Captain of the regiment. "My name is Gulliver. I washed up on the beach in Lilliput, but they were wicked and tied me up! Thankfully Natasha rescued me! Isn't she wonderful?" The Captain agrees, but with some reluctance. Natasha's reputation isn't one of kindness. Seeing the King approaching, Natasha lies down as instructed, carefully stretching out her long body so she doesn't hurt anyone, while keeping her knees together so she doesn't give away her dignity. Even so, she still manages to flash half the cavalrymen in the process! Once she is in position, Gulliver lays very still and awaits the king." Of course, you will do whatever we want, Slave!" Bodice cries. "You belong to us, now! You are breed stock. We will feed your seed to our herd and make them strong! Then we will ride bareback across the plains and conquer everything in our sight! If you are very, very lucky, I will let you sire the next queen!" The Queen is not impressed with the amount of seed Sir Joseph is able to produce. "That is it?" she bellows, slamming her tiny spear down on his chest. "I expect more, Slave! Tomorrow, I want to double the amount. My herds are large, and need the nutrients you can produce! Tonight, my warriors will feed you and give you mead to drink. Tomorrow, you will work, or I shall sacrifice you to my goddess!' As she speaks, a large wagon pulled by oxen rolls into view. Well, large for the queen, not so much for Sir Joseph. Craning his neck, he can just make out what the wagon is carrying. It looks like a large cauldron, almost as big as his fist, but split down the middle and held together by a hinge. On the outside are strange clockwork gears and on the inside it is full of wicked-looking spikes. The wagon disappears between Sir Joseph's legs!" I suggest you be very still while the obedience cage is installed," says the Queen in a taunting voice. "It will fit snugly around your sack and lock into place. As long as you obey my every command, it will be no more than a discomfort, but if you should dare try to disobey in any way, the spikes on the inside will extend and bring you to your knees." With an audible *clack* the machine locks around the most sensitive part of Sir Joseph's body. A warrior approaches the Queen, looking smugly down at Sir Joseph. She drops to a knee and holds the key aloft on both hands. Queen Bodice takes the key and sets it on a silver chain, which she puts around her neck." Now, a demonstration," Bodice says. She makes a strange gesture, and the machine activates. Dozens of tiny needles lurch forward just a fraction...not enough to break the skin, but more than enough for Joseph to get the idea. "I will release you of your chains. You may stay within this valley. The device has a level of intelligence. If you try to leave the valley, it will activate. Any of my subjects can activate the device with a word. You will treat me the same as you treat them, that is, as your goddess." With that, she leaves. Sir Joseph is untied, allowing him to sit up and move around. There are a few Amazonians around, if he wishes to interact with them. Gulliver was lying down, when she saw the tiny humans setting up a red carpet (or what could be considered a ribbon for her own size) from some distance away, up to her. A while later, a majestic but tiny carriage appeared, and stopped before the red carpet." Prepare to Greet the King!" someone cried, and then the door opened, with a tiny figured dressed in blue clothes and a golden crown stepping out. Immediately everyone kneeled down. The king of Blefuscu walked forward on the carpet, ignoring everyone else. Soon he arrived before Gulliver." Your highness, this is Gulliver. She was a captive of those damned Lilliputians before I rescued her." Natasha explained, kneeling down herself. Apparently this king was somewhat aware of Natasha's sneaky personality, and he didn't look too pleased with lettingherdo the talking." She can talk for her own, can't she? Greetings Gulliver. I am King George the Third, the ruler of Blefuscu. I am most interested in listening who you are and how you got here." he suggested, but somehow it sounded more like a command than a request. Sir Joseph looked around, first time standing up. The 'valley' was big enough for him to take a small walk around...but he would have to be careful not to step on any of the little villages. Something that could be impossible, given that it was now night. Still, it felt great to be able to stretch his limbs after being bound for so long...even with that crazy contraption on his balls. True to their word, the Amazonians carried over carts with all kinds of food, and barrels of mead. However, it looked like things wouldn't be as easy as simply eating and going to sleep." Well, hello there, slave!" a cheerful voice sounded." I am Mika, the Quartermaster, and I am responsible for feeding you. Just so you know, not only you are eating too much, but organizing all this parade is difficult." It was a tiny blonde woman, who looked shorter than the other Amazonians. She had arrived just after the male workers had unloaded the carts." So, how will you thank me for all my hard work? Oh, by the way, I am also responsible for saying when your cum is enough or not." she said mischievously. She pretended to have a thinking expression, but she clearly already had an idea of what she wanted from Sir Joseph." You know, I have a barrel with honey over here... I have always wanted to try bathing in honey, but it would be a huge waste. However, if you were to lick it off me afterward, it wouldn't be a waste, am I right?" she suggested with a chuckle.

Gullivera's Travels [Wiggles _ Aenon]|rating:2.0

Una (CountessJess and Carly)

(Skyward was a relic hunter of the most successful kind. She was a mage too, and quite powerful, even among other mages. The tower of sorcery elevated her to acolyte at a young age when talent was shown. It was a year when several showed promise, but magic was slowly draining from the land and the masters wanted to know why. Anita and Marie Starling were tasked to find what they could from old and ancient sources, many believing the solution to have magic fresh and prevalent being in the past. Anita took to the challenge with enthusiasm, and spent a lot of the time trekking through the wilderness with her companion Marie, following an old map or scroll for hints of where magic was used in the past. Marie specialized in healing magic, while Anita excelled at telekinesis and visions, both supported each other and as a result they worked well together making them a solid pair. They had recovered many relics and made money doing so, but still the answer to why magic was changing eluded their findings. They were three weeks journey away from the City of Stars, the home of sorcery, and school where Anita and Marie learned their magical craft. They also had picked up other talents from adventuring, namely how to live in the wild and make do with a small amount of possessions. Mages didn't use staffs or wands in this world, although they did exist and could help sometimes focus, but those that could cast easily used hand gestures and their voice. Some masters could will it without using either. The kingdom Anita and her companion resided in was called Album, and it was prosperous, even compared to the lush lands around it. It bordered mountains rich in ores and jewels to the north, the bountiful sea of Ru to the west, as well as the Forrest of Dark wood to the east, and barbarian plains to the south, The Kingdom Album itself was mainly grasslands dotted with lakes and rivers as well as woodlands, the latter was where the women were now, It was the home to some villages of elves, which merchants within Album often traded with, exchanging magical items and worked metal goods for the potions the elves were well known for making. The elves were solitary and kept to the woods mostly, and worshiped nature spirits as well as magical goddesses. They accepted visitors but only for short periods of time unless they showed interest in their culture-in which case they were allowed to stay as long as they liked. They lived for a very long time and were masters of their art, especially hunting, tracking, stealth, climbing and the bow and arrow as well as a form of knife fighting only elves could master. Furthermore, they also had ritual magic, but were closed lipped about its details, guarding their secrets closely - not trusting of outsiders with their knowledge. Dwarfs lived in the world too, in the mountains to the north of Album, and would find magical ores in the mountains and trade it for meat products and furs of different kinds. They were quick to anger but jovial when pleased, but like the elves, kept to themselves mostly. They were the best weapon smiths in the world and many an adventurer sought a sword made by the strange people.Their were stranger species also, and many evil creatures that lived in the woods and elsewhere, but there were good creatures too. Griffins, dragons, Pegasus, fairies. Album could boast them, but most didn't understand them. Anita and Marie were deep in the Forrest of Album now, but had hunted well just recently. A fire was set and rabbits were roasting, as well as a pot of herb and wild potato soup. Anita was resting during their lunch break and looked to her friend and bit her nail." We should be close now, perhaps just an hour or two hiking to the south, following the river. Let's give the horses an hour to drink from the stream and rest, and then we push on. (looked up from her food, nodding with a slight smile on her face. "Got it, Anita," she replied lightly, "I hope this set of ruins turns out better than the last." The way that magic was disappearing the last few years made Marie feel much more worried than she let on. As a mage trained in healing, she could see the effects of the drain more clearly - the way that now even the simplest of healing magic required more strain than before, and major curative spells could leave her exhausted for hours on end. As an adventurer, this would have been extremely difficult to deal with given the threats that they faced. But Anita and Marie were an effective pair, whose skill complemented each other well. And their field craft ensured that they could afford comfortably to continue this way of life. Relic hunting paid well, and the two of them had created quite a reputation. All that still left them at a loss to why the magic was being drained from the lands. Neither the elves nor the dwarves knew why either, and the last few treks to sites of ancient rituals had come up with nothing." The path to the old temple seems fairly smooth - I don't think we'll have much trouble from the local wildlife," Marie said, as she finished her food and began clearing up, "and the magic here still seems to have a bit of bite. I can only hope that this time we can find some clue." She patted the mane of her stallion affectionately before clambering on. Anita and Marie extinguished the fire after eating and mounted their horses before picking the trail up again. It wasn't long until they found the glade they were looking for"Strange" Anita said while dismounting "This place is over ten thousand years old, but it doesn't show that much decay. It's in a much better shape than it should be. It must have magic reinforcing it somehow. Active after all this time. If that is true then this magic has not decayed or withered when all other magic has. This place must hold a secret for magic staying strong"Anita dismounted and talked to a stone in to enter of the ruins that had magical wards carved into the surface."Take a look at this !" Anita looked to her companion and waited for her to dismount and come close. "It's the sign of RNA, the goddess of primal lust. Worshiped by all races long ago, and then no mention of her anywhere since. This must be her center of worship." Anita bent over then touched the stone. Immediately afterward it began to hum and glow brightly. All the while a warm sickly sensation occurred to the women. It soon became too bright to look at, and the women covered their eyes with their arms as best they could and tried to walk away, but some strange force locked their legs in place. There was a bright flash and the warm sensation that saturated both of their bodies A warm and pleasurable feeling was felt in their privates and their breasts that seemed to make them feel more alive, more energetic. The sensation increased before making them both pass out. When they woke, hours had passed and it was twilight. Luckily they were not set on by predators in their prone state. The horses seemed calm, and were eating the lush grass that grew around the ruins, but both women were now naked ! Their clothes folded neatly beside them. Changes to their bodies was most apparent. Marie had much larger breasts, the difference was marked, enough for both of them to see so - stranger still Anita now had a HUGE cock towering from her groin - although its texture and skin was that of Anita's it looked like it had the shape and part of a stallions cock, and a scrotum and testicles too! Both women's privates were devoid of pubic hair - adding more to the mystery. Anita looked down at her privates then back to Marie's bust several times in shock before a disembodied feminine voice spoke to them both"I am the Goddess RNA, and I have waited thousands of years for you both to be here. You are my chosen ones, both of your high priestesses for my cause, and both necessary to usher in a new era. I was bested by evil long ago and have recovered as best I can. You are my delights and my bodies, but have different roles. It has been me that has drained magic from the land to power this ritual, and now it is complete magic will return to normal, but with a major difference. It now will have my energies pervade it, and that is where you both come in. Marie's nature will attract lust of all kinds, especially those with phallus. This is natural, and she does need this to happen, Anita you will desire her, and it is natural for you to do her. It is Marie's destiny to receive cock of all kinds. Including animals and magical creatures. She is to please them sexually orally, vaginally and anally, and will be pregnant to creatures of all kinds, they will need her like you can imagine, and her offspring will also do women, sowing magic into their bodies. Both of your magic has changed to suit your new roles. It's Anita's role to ensure Marie pleasures others, and Marie's role to please. Please do not be alarmed or afraid, I was careful choosing both of you, but there are enemies who would seek to ruin my plans. Old enemies, and evil will seek to destroy you both. I will speak more of this later but for the moment, welcome both of you to your new life. You have found what you were looking for." The voice then drifted away and the runes on the rock slowly faded away. Anita was still in shock "Oh my gods ! What have we done ?" she looked to her friend, with both hands covering her mouth. As they arrived at the glade, Marie looked around and took in the area. As Anita said, despite the obvious way nature had grown all over the ruins, the whole place seemed well-kept, as if an attentive groundskeeper was still maintaining the old temple. She brushed her hand along the stone walls, feeling the cool, crisp stone on her fingers. She swung herself off her horse and followed Anita in. ''RNA's mark is strong here,'' she mused, as she studied the centerpiece, ''as expected, even though worship of her has waned, there's still strength-''And at that moment, Marie could almost taste the MANA swirl in the air, strong and inexorable. Anita's touch of the stone had awaked something, and as they tried to stumble away from the stone the world seemed to lazily yawn around her, the light glowing hot and gentle at the same time, lulling something, some feeling from between her legs. And at her chest. ''Anita!'' she managed to cry out, before darkness claimed her.----When Marie came to, the fist thing she noticed was a heavy weight, unfamiliar on her chest. Groggily, she sat up, rubbing her eyes before she realized that her bust size had expanded considerably. Her eyes flew open in surprise as she looked around, and caught sight of the large, horselike phallus attached to her friend. ''Anita? What's happened?'' Una's words calmed her, but Marie's head was still filled with questions. High Priestess? Lusts? Pleasing others? Marie was not a prude, but she wasn't prepared for this, definitely not for pregnancy. Yet even as she thought this, she could feel a strange pang of desire, slowly building up inside of her. Even RNA's talk of old enemies coming from them didn't really faze those feelings. As RNA's voice trailed off, Marie turned back to Anita, confusion still on her face. ''I... I don't know, Anita,'' she said unsurely, as her huge breasts heaved, her nipples slowly hardening under the cool forest air, ''I never thought that after all this time, we'd not only find, find what we were looking for...'' Her eyes glanced over Anita, and a hot blush formed on her cheeks. ''This is all so strange,'' she blurted out, suddenly unsure, ''how do we...what are we to do?'' Anita looked at Marie and couldn't help but admire the woman's new bust. She was pretty at the worst of times, but now she really did seem like a sex object. Well both them did - now she looked to her own groin.("There is no hiding the changes that have happened to us with clothes or with our hands, my cock ! Oh my god, I have a cock and it's huge ! And look at your boobies ! They are enormous. And party by the looks of them." Anita grabbed her clothes and put them on as best she could. Her leggings didn't fit, and she had no choice but to free ball it." We should get back to the tower and report what we have seen. I was given a portal crystal to use in emergencies and I think this warrants it. We need answers and perhaps the sage mages or scrolls in the library can help. Whatever has happened to us is the choice of a Goddess, a powerful one at that if she effected all magic in the land to have this happen to us"Anita felt the tip of her cock and then sprung her hand back. She felt the sensations. Indeed, it was part of her. Anita also thought back to what RNA had mentioned Marie, she was to receive cock of all kinds, Anita's own, as well as creatures both mundane and magical. And give birth to new creatures who would fuck women. Creatures that would need to do their mother sexually too. It was quite a shock. But strangely it did make Anita aroused thinking her friend would be used so. Antia stumbled towards her horse and retrieved the portal crystal before throwing it on the ground. Afterward a large vertical disk of pale blue appeared that soon looked like a window to the outside of the tower of sorcery in the city of the stars." I know you may not like to hear this Marie, but I think your new bodysuits you, and please forgive me but what was said about you - what RNA said is a turn on for me. I think that she is good goddess not an evil one. But anyway we can talk more about it once we get to safety. If this place has changed our magic it may not behave the same way as before. We probably shouldn't rely on it like we have in the past"The portal settled and Anita grabbed the reins of her horse and began leading it through "See you on the other side." Marie laughed nervously as she watched Anita struggle with her own clothing, her eyes continuously drifting to her friend's new, huge cock. She bit her upper lip, a blush plain on her cheeks as she averted her eyes and reached for her own clothes. Here, she struggled too - her huge breasts strained her clothes, her taut nipples clear through the materials and peeking out above the edge of her shirt."Thanks...thank goodness for that portal crystal, Anita," she said uncertainly, "I... I don't know how we'd ride the horses back, not like this..." She shifted uncertainly from foot to foot, the weight on her chest still confusing to her. Like Anita, Marie cautiously touched the tips of her nipples through her clothes, and sucked in her breath at the sensation. These...these really were hers... Marie' thought back to RNA's words, about having to mate with all sorts of creatures, as well as Anita, and how her offspring would mate with her. Surprisingly, she felt even more enticed by it, as she tried but failed to avoid looking at Anita's massive cock. "I... I don't blame you, Anita...it's all so sudden, but somehow, it feels so right..." She hugged her shoulders. "We can figure out the exact details later...and thank you for the reassurance. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here." Marie watched Anita walk through the portal, idly stroking the mane of her horse and unconsciously looking at its own member, before slowly leading it across the portal. The portal was a strange construction, the mages hoarded the crystals that could make them as creating them was very time-consuming and drained mages like nothing else. But they worked wonders, most were connected to the tower of sorcery, so when they were activated allowed quick passage back home for the mages. This portal was no exception. Large enough for a wagon to enter, horses could come too, preventing them being lost, a costly and unethical eventuality prevented. Walking through the portal was mostly without sensation except for slimy slippery water like feeling as if one splashed their body with cold water. Exiting the portal brought one exactly where the image showed. In this case the tower. The tower was more than one tower, and more like a château for the mages. Most mages lived outside the tower in the merchant district or the temple district, and walked to the tower to conduct magical crafting or the likes.(tower was beautiful inside and out and was made by magic to ensure that it would withstand the passage of time. In this instance the portal teleported the women and their horses in the gardens just outside the tower proper. Immediately mages that were strolling the place stared at the two. Their eyes roaming the women's new bodies. Still stranger things have happened, so none made a move to talk to them. Last month three mages were turned into centaurs, and still are to this day. No magic could undo the change, it being a curse that occurred when they tried to open a magical chest. Anita and Marie made their way to the tower, their sexual organ bouncing about comically, and although mages passed them and looked at their forms with mixed expressions none asked any questions. It was typical of mages to be secretive and mind one's business. This was due to several reasons, the most important reason was that the tower trained ALL mages, even ones aligned with evil. They believed in balance and because of this there was no push to eliminate evil by the tower, but that didn't stop mages battling it out for their religion and gods when the tower was far away. The tower however was deemed neutral ground and any seeking to overcome another mage was dealt with swiftly with execution. Leaving the horses to be tended by shocked servants and stable hands the mages made their way to the arcane library.library(mages were present looking through scrolls and tomes, but none were as urgent as the two women that entered." Una. She was influential in the past, in the era of the griffin, so lets look at the ancient texts, also there is a young mage by the name of Belinda I think that studied RNA, perhaps if we find nothing we can ask her what she knows of what happened to us' A full blush returned to Marie's cheeks as they made their way through the tower, even though the looks that the other mages cast in her direction was hardly the most intrusive. She knew that some mages played with engorgement, and while it was not common for them to walk around the towers openly, it wasn't unheard of. At the same time, to be one of these people who drew such looks, made her feel embarrassed. But strangely enough, she didn't feel like this was wrong, as if RNA's powers that had granted them with these huge sexual organs could only be the right thing. But at the same time, seeing them all watching her, Marie couldn't help feel more aroused. That they were admiring her seemed good, seemed right, and she wanted them to come closer, to touch her... She shook her head. Now as not the time! Entering the library, she was glad for the hush that fell over the cavernous room. There was nobody staring at her, and she looked over at Anita. "I... I can look for the books," she said softly, her eyes drifting to her friend's cock, "but I've never met Belinda. You'd best go find her..." Marie made her way to the bookshelf that held books from the era of the griffin and started browsing, but it was difficult to concentrate. The news of her mission and the whole situation kept rising to her mind. What was she actually meant to do? To accomplish? She didn't know, but she found herself greatly enthralled. "Very well Marie, good luck finding anything on RNA in this place. It is well cataloged, but you will have to use the sliding ladders to get to the scrolls on the age of the griffin. Be careful, some mages have had accidents on those things, and they have always been unsafe" Anita said then kissed Marie on the cheek as a parting goodbye. Anita then left the library to Marie and looked about for Belinda. She didn't know where the mage was staying so went to the registry to see what room she held for magic work during the day. Sure enough she was listed and apparently a magic lecturer specializing in animal empathy and divination. Anita made her way to the lecture hall where arch-mage Belinda was giving a lesson and crept inside the room trying not to disturb any of the students." So everyone read about the story of Aaron before the next class. And everyone share the scrolls, there isn't enough to go around so be considerate to your other students." Belinda said, and the students packed up their study materials and made their way out of the room. Anita looked at Belinda who was packing up some lecture notes and was surprised with how young she was. Every mage stopped aging when they were at the height of their powers, but it seemed for Belinda this happened when she was a young adult.(approached Belinda and bowed slightly Belinda looked at Anita and noticed the enormous phallus she had sprouting between her legs, all UN covered." Please forgive my lack of attire around my privates' mage Belinda, but something has occurred recently where we were seeking your help. We encountered Runes of a site dedicated to the Goddess RNA and Mage Marie and me were changed by the Goddess, and told we were to be her bodies incarnate on the world. Her high priestesses. We were told things that were shocking, and we are trying to deal with it as best we can. Marie is trying to find what she can about Goddess RNA in the arcane library, but you were also someone that specialized in the Goddess, and we were seeking your wisdom, help and aid if we can. Do you have time to visit Marie in the library now and introduce yourself, for the changes mostly effect her." Anita spoke quickly, the need was pressing after all"Most certainly I can help. And it is a great thing RNA is back in the world. When she was present diseases were lessened, curses were less frequent and black sorcery was harder. It also tamed the wilds. Fewer attacks from creatures and even some bonding with creatures that we don't understand. I most certainly will help. From the look of you, you are to be Marie's keeper. There is more I can explain from what I know but lead the way, I will join you both in what is to come. But more I will explain once both of you are together"Anita walked with Belinda back to the library, all the while Anita's cock bounced about comically, so did her balls, and many looked and pointed, but Belinda seemed to be delighted. Once back at the library Belinda and Anita saw Marie hunched over scrolls and walked their way to her"Marie, this is Arch-mage Belinda, she has studied the"Goddess RNA and wants to help. She said she will join us. A full blush appeared on Marie's face as Anita's lips pressed on her cheek, but the mage tried her hardest to keep her emotions in check. Nevertheless, she turned to the piles of scrolls and books on the shelves, and began to studiously go through them. As Belinda was explaining to Anita, the scrolls were telling her the same things. That the times when RNA's power was at its strongest was when the lands were the most fruitful, diseases were weakest, and the magical creatures were most plentiful and shared kinship with humans. But details were scarce, and despite the affirmation she felt as she read all the good things that RNA had brought to the realm, she still felt a little unsure about her whole situation. Unsure...and aroused. Her inner thighs were sloppy with arousal, and embarrassed, she tried to use her clothes to wipe her wetness. She took a seat at a table and continued to pour over the scrolls, where Anita and Belinda found her. Marie stood up abruptly, and bowed her head at the arch-mage. "Please, arch-mage," she said, "I...welcome any help that you could bring." Goddess, she's beautiful. The thought immediately formed in her head, and would not leave. Marie's blush returned, even as she shifted herself to the slide, hands raised and hugging herself, as if trying to hide her new huge breasts and obvious arousal. Belinda sniffed the air and smiled - all the while staring at Marie's bust." I can smell your arousal and that means only good things, the ritual that changed you both I have studied and knew it was to come shortly, you being aroused now means the ritual worked. As well as the phallus that Anita has. Both of your changes are vital to usher in a new era. I can bond to you both, but my body will mirror in a way what the focus is. Marie you are RNA's focus - this means you will be sexual when possible, to everyone and everything, including mythical creatures and mammals. If I bond - which is my desire I will experience the same sexual sensations you do - even though my body is separate I will feel as if they are happening to me. If this occurs I will be able to be empathic to the creatures and people that do you and perhaps even read their mind. This will help you both a great deal. Anita will have to fuck you regularly being your keeper to balance animalistic hormones with peoples, Marie, I know this is crude, but you will need to come as much as you need to drink or to eat, you will perish and become sick if you don't receive a lot of it in all of its forms. If I bond with you, I will start a cascade of events where evil will seek to destroy us. My magic will remain unchanged but increased, but as you both may be aware your magics will change to RNA's bidding. Their is no mistake in who she chooses to be her high priestesses. Anita I know you are good with telekinesis, this must be used on Marie to position her to receive phalli of the larger mammals. Marie, please don't be alarmed, your body has changed to be able to take large phalli to the hilt magically, and absorb their come. Your healing magic has changed and will be used to enchant their phallus and minds and hearts to desire women sexually and use them after they use you in the same way they did you. This will help women bond with male animals and must be encouraged. Because mythical creatures are also effected and will seek to bond with women sexually and serve, they will not be available for evil works, and evil mages may try and prevent this happening. I being a good mage bonded to you both will be noticed and likely will trigger evil mages to act against us. I would like to be present near Marie always, and travel with you - bonded to Marie. What do you say Marie?, do you allow me to bond with you? All it takes is a few words then I touch your forehead, and it is done for life. Please think it through but know it is permanent. Oh, and another thing, because of the ritual and the bonding effects are permanent, throughout all your incarnations. You can't escape this. Your body belongs to RNA now - forever, throughout all your lives to come as well as the afterlife" Marie listened intently to Belinda’s explanation, the arch-mage’s words seemingly calming to her. RNA’s powers were not frightening, but they were also strange and confusing. Now that someone was here that not only was willing to help, but also seemed well versed in what needed to be done, Marie felt like things were going to be alright.“Thank you, Belinda,” she said, a smile on her face, “I’m glad we have someone so kind and knowledgeable helping us.” Marie felt deep down that to accept the role that had be assigned to her by the goddess was the only right thing to do. Magic had been disappearing from the realm, and this had made crops sicken, people ill, and evil forces spill out and attack innocents. And now that she and Anita had been chosen by a good, divine power to help rejuvenate the land, she couldn’t bring herself to any conclusion but to help as much as possible. Marie was by nature helpful – it had been this longing that had driven her to learn healing magic. Now, with the possibility to help the land itself, she felt that it was only right to do this. The talk of evil forces was disconcerting, but Marie didn’t feel too afraid. She slowly reached out one slim hand to entwine in Anita’s. “Anita’s always been at my side when we’ve been relic hunting – I don’t think we’ll have any trouble working together to carry out RNA’s work,” she said, a shy smile on her face, “the two of us, with your help, can surely overcome any evil that wants to stop us. And if Anita and you are there to help, I’m sure I’ll be able to take any beast or mythical creature, as many times as necessary.” She looked directly at Belinda, eyes staring straight at her, meeting her gaze. “So, I’ve made up my mind,” she said, her voice getting a little stronger, “please bond with me. We need to do this, for the realm, and for RNA.” Belinda smiled at Marie's comments and murmured magical arcane words while pressing a finger to Marie's forehead. Magical runes appeared briefly on both of the foreheads of Belinda and Marie before vanishing." It is done, now to what we should do next. Both of you please follow me to the great hall so we can inform the Mage Council of what has transpired, their help will be vital for the conflict to come. Leave the scrolls where they are we can revisit them later. Librarians will ensure none mess with them"The three mages made their way to the Great hall where the council often was found. Waiting for a hearing to transpire the three women looked gorgeous. Belinda was a stunner that many knew of, but with the changes to Anita and Marie all three drew looks.(the time came to talk to the Council, Belinda spoke up, being an arch mage all took her words seriously." Great mages of the Council, an event has occurred recently that you all need to be aware of. The great primal lust goddess RNA has reappeared in the form of a blessing to mage Anita and mage Marie, no doubt their forms being changed is evidence of this. I have bonded with Marie and will see through the events their natures will attract from here on in. RNA as you all know gave great blessings to the land in the name of good, health, virtue and other blessings. She will again, but we do seek your support."one of the mages, an elderly man spoke up"I received notice of this happening in a vision, what you say is true Arch mage Belinda, but what that means is a great divide among mages, perhaps enough to shatter the tower. RNA is a good goddess, and her return will trigger evil mages and evil to rise again, against you as well as perhaps others. Are you prepared for this ?"" No we are not" Belinda added. "I aim to add my magic to RNA's cause, through guidance of Marie and Anita, and will stick by them through thick and thin, but my skills do not relate to conflict, Anita's did, but her magic has changed to be Marie's keeper, also Marie's magic has changed to bond creatures with women. We seek more aid in whatever form you can provide"Another mage appeared from the crowed and smiled while taking the floor"My name is Sophia, I am a combat mage that has spent many years seeking a good cause, I have heard of the prophecy of RNA and have changed by body to be a secondary keeper of the focus of RNA." She slipped off her robe, showing a naked form underneath wearing only high-heeled boots.(was a Fulani, and she continued talking"From that I can see Anita is her primary keeper, or her vaginal keeper to be more precise. I offer myself as Marie's anal keeper, my form is perfect for this, and I will bond with Marie too if she is willing, this will allow me to feel the sensations she gives males as if it's happening to my own phallus, and my phallus will be perfect for her anus. She will need my seed in her as well as Anita's for what is to come. If she had me I will join you three and add my combat magic to your cause." Anita looked at Marie and nudged her. She thought Marie should accept, Sophia was a stunner, and she seemed to be offering what the three of them most needed. To combat evil they needed more than what they had. The elderly man spoke up again"Mage Sophia, it is good that you offer your services, the council approves, and we can offer the finest carriage and an escort of a dozen of our finest soldiers. Furthermore, we will offer the treasury reserved for good aligned mages to the leader of your group to spend as you see fit. It should be in excess of thirty thousand gold crowns. We will tell other good mages of what has happened, and perhaps they will see to other issues that you four can not handle."" This is more than what we expected your graces, thank-you all very much" Belinda said and bowed." We shall see this matter conclude for now while the arrangements are being made. The soldiers and carriage will be ready tomorrow morning and the funds are available immediately. Please try and make yourselves comfortable, it is an honor to serve a good Goddess like RNA" The elderly man said, before everyone made to leave the great hall." Sophia still naked looked at Marie "May I bond with you and serve you as secondary keeper, your anal keeper, second to Anita?" she asked. "If you do, please say so now so we can get started on the preparations." Marie listened with wonder as the exalted personages discussed the implications of RNA's gifts. As Sophia stepped forward, Marie nodded, thinking that there was so many people willing to stand alongside her - how could evil hope to stand against them? She was quick to nod, extending one hand welcoming to Sophia. "Sophia, I will be glad to have you on our side as we rejuvenate this land." As they left the council, Marie turned to face Sophia as she asked the question. "Sophia, I welcome you, and am eager to have you as my second keeper," she said, shifting herself from one foot to another, her breasts bouncing slightly, "it would be great to have you as my anal keeper, and take your seed into my body. I will give you the sensations as they are in my body." She took a deep breath. "I desire to bond with you as well. Let us be on with it, so that we can begin this good work." She leaned forward eagerly, ready for Sophia. Anitamariebelindasophia. Like Belinda did Sophia pressed a finger to Marie's forehead and runes briefly appeared before they dissipated." There it is done. Thank you, I have prepared myself for this, and I would be at a loss as to what to do if you refused to bond with me. " Sophia re-donned her robe, her phallus protruding from the main gap in the front. She didn't seem overly worried about looks from others. With Anita being exposed and Marie's boobies being dominated they all made quite a sight for others. Belinda looked very pleased "It is a blessing your with us Sophia ! I am so glad. I was worried about you when the others said you have been in retreat. Furthermore, I thought the order lost you for good." Sophia smiled and breathed out deeply "I was undergoing changes to my body to be an anal keeper to the focus. It has always been my desire to have a cock like men do while keeping a lady like body. Now I have purpose for my dream"The four woman made their way to the library room and Anita mentioned that she will organize converting the money granted to them for gemstones which would be easier to manage on the road. Belinda and Sophia then began to look through the scrolls Marie had produced and read in quiet for some time. About half an hour later Belinda stretched and cleared her throat." It says here that most power will come to the land if mythical creatures are pleased and converted to choose women as their lovers. Still there is power in converting domesticated animals also. The conversion will happen when they lay with the focus, in our case Marie. There are three mythical creatures who live close by which we should consider visiting. The first is a half-angel Fulani. There is a drawing of her here"("She is part swan, part goddess, part woman. Her name is Selina, and she has known to rape women, but is otherwise good. She lives in the valley of Oran to the south, and seeks a lover who she can take to the hilt. For any that do she will grant a wish. In Marie's case, she would be very pleased, only Marie has a nature that can take all to the hilt and contract back to being tight for others. Perhaps her being an ally could be worth pursuing."" The next is the pack of war. They are mythical wolves, all male, and they too seek a lover to share... Their nature may be able to be converted to be more accepting of other women if they have a session with Marie. This may be more unsettling for Marie than Selina, however. The last mythical beast that is close by is a blessed donkey that only appears on a full moon, not much is known about this beast other than it only appears to women, and has sort intimacy but has been refused. It glows with a divine light, so there likely is a blessing of some sorts." Belinda looked to Marie and smiled "This is just the start, these are close by, but we can travel to other places were there is more mythical creatures, like unicorns or Pegasus and the likes."" Did you want to start on mythical creatures Marie or do you want to warm up with humbler normal animals, and perhaps us" Belinda asked then crossed her arms across her chest? Marie sighed softly as she felt Sophia place her finger to her forehead, and smiled as she felt the bond grow between them."Thank you, Sophia - and thank you, Anita and Belinda. If you all were not here, I don't know how I would be able to deal with any of this. Returning to the library, Marie returned to the scrolls to help Sophia and Belinda read the scrolls. After half an hour, she turned as Belinda began to speak." I am excited to begin to carry out this task, Belinda, and help rejuvenate the land. But it is getting late, and I would like to...to understand my new body, and gifts, before I try to perform my function as RNA's high priestess. So perhaps the four of us could adjourn so that I might serve you all before we leave tomorrow morning."" As for the order that we should make for the mythical creatures, I think we should find the wars first. They seem to have the most threat to the common people. After that, we can find Selina and then the blessed donkey," Marie said, thinking over the options, "these allies should give us a solid base to continue doing RNA's work." A slight blush appeared on her cheeks. "And yes, I would like to warm up with some humbler animals. Wars are...a bit scary, and it will take a couple of days to reach them. Perhaps we could use each night to practice with some dogs at the inns we stay along the way." "Being open about it and public will help" Belinda said"Remember your not alone, my body is bonded to yours and I will feel all sexual sensations that you experience as if it's happening to my body. This is an exciting opportunity for me and I will serve RNA as best I can." Anita then returned, hearing what Belinda said "Remember that Sophia also experiences whatever males experience when they touch your body. I am not sure how it helps you, but it bonds us all. And I got the gems" Anita said while showing the group a small white pouch, which she put in her coat pocket. All agreed that Marie's plan should be done, as Marie was RNA's focus. The most important role for RNA. Although the others were secondary, they served the focus and would need to understand that the focus has the commanding say in how to progress. The group went to the room reserved for Marie and her soon-to-be lovers, and it turned out to be very opulent. The women shed their clothes immediately and the three others eased Marie onto the bed covers and eased her legs apart. Belinda, Anita and Sophia all stared at Marie's sexual organs.' God your bust is huge, so womanly though and party" Anita commented. "And your vagina seems so cute. How it is something, so small can expand to take horses and the likes and contract back again. It indeed is a blessing, especially to the animals and mythical creatures that will fuck you Marie" Sophia said. Belinda, now naked smiled and placed herself between Marie's legs, while her head hovered over Marie's snatch, she began to massage Marie's large boobies like a teenager would. "Oh my god I can feel that as if it's happening to my own bust" Belinda said excitedly and continued massaging for some time. She seemed to be breathing in scents from Marie's vagina, savoring the smell. "You smell wonderful. Like Jasmin. It smells divine. RNA was right in choosing you for her focus" After saying that she quickly went to work licking Marie out, her tongue was long, soft and wet and managed to enter her and follow all crevices of Marie's privates. Because Belinda could feel what was happening to Marie's privates as if it was happening to herself, she moaned and laughed at the pleasure she was giving both of them and took to the task in earnest.Meanwhile, Sophia and Anita's erections grew. "Anita your magic can move Marie into any sexual position, your telekinesis is reserved for this. Let Belinda have her fun for a while but remember Belinda can feel what is happening to Marie even if they are not touching, she will get pleasure even if she just sits in a chair"Belinda licked for ages, lapping around Marie's clit mostly, her hands moving from Marie's breasts to firmly keep Marie's legs apart, giving Belinda a good position to lap away like a dog." Ok that's enough Belinda, our turn" Anita said. Anita waved her hand and Marie floated up a few feet above the bed and then was turned around. All the while naked with her legs splayed apart for all to see. Anita then moved underneath her and motioned with a hand to see Marie's form hover closer to the bed, with just her breasts resting on Anita's bust. Boobies touching. Her body still supported by magic and hovering off the bed about a foot, Anita eased her cock into varies wet cunt. It was a tight fit, but Anita was delighted. She bucked about slowly, each thrust managing to enter Marie's vagina a few more inches. As she kept her slow progression to go to the hilt Sophia positioned herself behind Marie and started to french kiss Marie's anus. Lubing it. The sensations of both fut as overcame Belinda, and although forgotten on the chair she could feel everything that was happening to Marie - and was masturbating furiously watching the three. Once Anita was half way done going to the hilt, Sophia placed the head of her FTA cock against Marie's anus and started to move it back and forth - easing her cock into Marie's virgin ass." I can also feel what Anita feels" Sophia said. "Its like I have two cocks". Anita laughed and started thrusting faster, deeper. "How are you feeling Marie? Is everything ok?" she asked.

Una (CountessJess and Carly)|rating:2.0

A New Assignment

IC: "You understand the reasoning for the reassignment?" the voice asked muted by the cavernous halls the two men strode down. They were both dressed similarly, simple black leather vests over a white cotton shirt and black leather breeches. Cloaks wrapped their shoulders, bearing a small by elegant crest on the left breast. Swords were belted to their waists, working blades for soldiers. One of the men was older with steel gray hair, tightened green eyes, and a small limp in his left leg. The other was younger, a few inches taller, with close-cropped light hair and sharp gray eyes." Yes sir," the young one answered, a flat and tight voice. He had broad shoulders, but a lean frame. He walked with a smooth and graceful strife." Now Cassius," the older man said, "Stop thinking of this as some sort of demotion or punishment. This isn't to reflect any dissatisfaction in your performance, simply a chance to learn how to expand your horizons. After all, the job of Mage-Guard is a difficult one and one given only to our best warriors." His name was Eric, and he was an old campaigner and instructor for the Holy Order." I know sir," a little of the edge had bled out of Cassius' voice, but there was still some hesitation there. "It's just I was getting close to captaincy. And I don't like leaving the frontline in the middle of a campaign."" An understandable, and commendable attitude, but this is an important assignment. You see," he said clapping his former student on the shoulder, "This particular mage you're to be bodyguard to is the High Mage's apprentice. And you know the High Mage on the Master of our Order are old friends. You were hand-picked to be her guard, it's a grand honor. Her safety is a prime concern of both Master Vandal and High Mage Ones." Cassius almost missed that bit. "Her? She's a woman?"" Did I not mention that? It must have slipped my mind." He smiled for a moment then his face grew serious. "Her name is Moi rain, and their expecting you. Now, keep you eyes sharp, your ears open, and be careful. Realize this as the grand opportunity it is." The two men clasped arms before the younger one strode down the steps leading out of the Monastery walls and into the streets that would take him the Mage craft Tower. Deric watched him go. Cassius was young and brave warrior, but a little too much infatuated with the rules and regulations of the Order. He needed some time away to learn a little independence. The task of Mage-Guard would be a good test of his mettle as a warrior. He had already proven his capability in battle and campaign in the wastelands, but this would try his abilities differently. Eric thought the experience would be good for the lad.IOC: Casting call for the role of Moi rain. She's a recently raised mage, formerly the apprentice of the leader of the mage's school, so this is a political pairing as much as it is a professional one. She is young to be raised to full mage (think late twenty's, early thirties), but very powerful. Cassius, as we can see, is a little put out with his current reassignment, and Moi rain feels she does not need a glorified babysitter. Aside from that I'll leave the details and character development up to you. PM me if interested. Just a bump at the moment {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Moi rain paced the floor, temper tantrum in full bloom causing pieces of the stone floor and walls to chip off as she spat out her words. "I will not have it! A nursemaid! At my age!!" "Cassius is far from a nursemaid, Moi rain" the High Mage repeated for the hundredth time. "He is a Mage-Guard. Even I have one." "You are High Mage," she spat out as if that were reason enough, though she was loath to say that she was worth any less. "So what you are saying is that children and old doddering men like myself are in need of a guard, but you are not?" The old mage chuckled. Moi rain paused and turned around, her emerald eyes flashing dangerously. "I won't have it, I tell you! I will not! I can take care of myself!" "I see. Like when you were almost captured by that group of trolls last year?" "Almost. I was not though, was I?" Moi rain resumed her furious march across the room. "Through no luck of your own, child. If Sanders had not been near..." "Point taken," she hissed reluctantly. "But I would have gotten away on my own at any rate." "Pride, child," the High Mage began, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. Moi rain flung herself around, charring the ancient wood with a glance. "Send him away! I will not have it, I tell you. I will not!" Cassius was led by an acolyte up the tower towards the High Mage's apartments and offices. His eyes wandered on the way up, looking through open doors and down long hallways. Eventually they passed under an ornate archway into a fine antechamber which at the far end of the room was a set of grand double doors. The acolyte walked forward and knocked on the door. A second later there was some high-pitched screeching from inside and the acolyte sound the door back and held it open for Cassius. "My lord," he said simply bowing his head to the knight. Cassius stone determinedly, if not eagerly, into the room. The High Mage was seated behind a large desk with an assortment of scrolls, tomes, and what Cassius only assumed were magical trinkets. Also in the room stood another mage, someone Cassius assumed was Moi rain. He let his eyes take her in a second as he moved towards the desk where the High Mage was seated. She was tall and lithe, not at all what he expected, and her green eyes held as much fire as the color of her hair. He should have known it was going to be like that. If he had to have summed her up in one word, it would have been'stormy.' Cassius made a bow to the High Mage. "Your eminence," he began, "I am Sir Cassius VO Cu mail, out of Crucial. Knight Companion of the Holy Order of the Temple. I am here to report for assignment as Mage-Guard."" Well met, Sir Cassius" The High Mage said gravelly, but with a tinkle of amusement in his eye. "If you have half the talent Vandal assures me you have, I'm sure you'll do quite well in your duty." He stood and walked out from behind the desk, gesturing towards Moi rain, "Let me introduce you to your ward." Typically, in the Mage/Mage-Guard relationship it was the Mage who held the authority while the Guard was there for personal protection. Not that it would be any different in this case, but High Mage Ones felt this relationship would be a little atypical. Best to get things off on the right foot, he thought with an amused grin. Moi rain's eyes flashed as she scrutinized the Mage-Guard Cassius, looking from him to her mentor and back again as he laid a hand gently, but firmly on hers. His name -- or the annals of its genealogy, to be more precise -- was impressive, though she was disinclined to acknowledge the fact that she even recognized it. In fact, she swore that she would bathe in pig dung before she acknowledged anything favorable about this glorified nursemaid. Historically, the Mage-Guard were the steel to a Mage's magic though there were many with the "gift". Fewer now than in the past, but even so -- and the Mage to whom they were assigned were selected accordingly. Okay, Moi rain admitted half-heartedly to herself. He couldn't be a complete dunce, but the fact remained that she had no use of him and swore that she would make him resign before the next moon -- or turn him into something less troublesome. "A ward, Cassius" she began slowly, deliberately leaving off his title. "Can be a prisoner or someone in another's care. Someone in need of a nursemaid, as I see it. No disrespect to you, High Mage." "Yes, Moi rain. So you've said." "I consider myself a prisoner. As such, I will regard you as my enemy -- until I win my freedom. Now, if you will excuse me, High Mage. I will go to dinner." Not bothering, or caring enough to see if the Mage-Guard was following, Moi rain left the chamber with a flourish. And so it began. Like it or not she was at war. Perhaps in more ways than one. Cassius found himself in somewhat of a dilemma. As her Mage-Guard he was duty sworn to protect her, even her safety here in the Towers was his responsibility. He really should go after her and attend to his duties. But he was no fool either. Clearly she intended to take the upper hand in the immediate power struggle by forcing him to chase after her, something he really shouldn't do. Although he was here to protect her (even from herself as was likely to be the case), he didn't need to start things off by chasing after her like a little lost puppy. Fortunately High Mage Ones saved him from this particular debacle." Stay a moment Sir Cassius," he said just loud enough to reach Moi rain's retreating ears, "I have need to talk to you."" My lord," Cassius answered to the Mage. The heavy door clicked shut leaving the two in silence for a moment. The High Mage shuffled back over to his desk, lowering himself slowly into the high-backed chair. He fussed through the papers on his desk a moment before producing a pipe and a pouch of tobacco from somewhere. He lit the pipe with a spark from his fingertip and puffed a few small smoke rings up into the air." The relationship between a Mage and his first Mage-Guard," he began slowly, "Is often a difficult one, and generally harder on the Guard than on the Mage." Here at the Towers we teach our students that Magic is the essence of life, and while it will not solve all of our problems it is the greatest tool we can bring to bear on them. Because of this philosophy many of our young Mage's do not see the need for Guard, and often it takes that first knife in the dark to make them realise that just because they are powerful, they are not invulnerable." Cassius was not sure if he was expected to reply, so he remained silent." Moirain was my own apprentice. She is the most powerful student we've seen in many years, and many have whispered that she will one day take my place. This is unfortunate in that Moi rain is already prideful and willful without others fanning the flames. She needs to learn balance, control, moderation." The High Mage paused and Cassius felt his eyes bearing down on him. "My charge to you is to ensure she gets that time. It is your task to see she lives to see her full potential. Do not fail in this." Cassius' throat was a little dry, but he managed a voice. "I will not fail my lord."" See that you don't." It was as clear a dismissal as Cassius had ever heard from even Master Vandal, he bowed and turned to leave." One more thing," The High Mage called him back. "I and the council need to see Moi rain and yourself tomorrow morning. Make sure she is aware of it." Cassius bowed once more and left the chamber.*****Moi rain was seated at a secluded table in the Mage's dining hall, a voluminous place where Acolyte's rushed about with trays of food for the full members of the Tower. A plate had just been set down in front of Moi rain when a voice of iron wrapped in velvet spoke from over her shoulder." My lady," Cassius began, speaking quickly but without any trace of being rushed. "You may consider yourself a prisoner, but then also consider me one. I did not choose this assignment, it was chosen for me. Like it or not I will see my duty done." And know this girl," it was a trifle more biting than he had intended, but it was too late to call the word back, "I have left my comrades in the middle of a war to stand here, and I would much prefer to be standing shoulder to them where the important work of that war is being done. Still, it would be a discredit to them to shirk my duties here, so while I still draw breath no harm will befall you. My word and my honor upon it." Her eyes were emeralds afire, and he suspected he should have stopped talking, but he continued. "My lady, Seymour Mage-Guard." Moi rain's back stiffened at the sound of the Mage-Guard's voice behind her. Why did the man persist? She thought she had made it plain enough in High Mage Ones's chambers. Perhaps she had not. That, or he was particularly dense. Suddenly losing her appetite, she pushed her chair away from the table to stand. Cassius hadn't moved from the position he had taken behind her, and it was disconcerting to find herself staring into someone's chest as she turned. Looking up, she glared into his eyes and took the measure of him from what she saw there. Or tried to. His eyes were as gray as the sky on a stormy day, though there was not even a flash of lightning in them. He hid his emotions well, this one, Moi rain thought to herself. But she would best him, and she swore a silent oath on it. "I'm going to my apartments and to bed, Nursemaid" she said. "Will you be drawing my bath for me? Turning down my coverlet? Will you tell me a bedtime story to guide me into the dreaming time?" Not waiting for an answer, and, for the second time that day, Moi rain turned on her heels and strode away not unlike a Valkyrie prepared to choose who would be slain in battle. She was at war. Whether Cassius elected to accept the realization of that fact or not was of his own choosing. He, however was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment as she pondered what the meeting with the Council would reveal. Ones had not even given a hint that anything was afoot when she was with him earlier. Upon reaching the suite of rooms that were her own, she banged open the door only to draw up short, her eyes flashing as she looked around at the empty space before her. "What in blue blazes!" she spat, moving from room to room only to find that all was the same -- EMPTY. "Ah..." came the voice of the Mage-Guard from the direction of the doorway. "I see that you were not informed of your new... quarters, M'Lady. Now, if you will just follow me." Cassius let her go, watching her storm out of the dining hall, nearly running down an acolyte and causing him to spill his tray of food to the floor. He held back a sigh as he slowly left the hall, pointedly going in the other direction. He wandered the halls a bit, accidentally stepping in on a Summoning once. Fortunately he didn't case any problems and left quickly. He was strolling on one of the circular balconies that encircled the tower when an acolyte caught up to him and bobbed his head." Sir Cassius?" he asked. Cassius nodded his head in answer, wondering what this was all about." Sir Within, the High Mage's Mage-Guard," as if Cassius didn't know who he was, "Wanted me to make sure you got settled into your new quarters all right." Fine," he the knight said, "Can you show me the way?"" My lord." The acolyte bowed and led him off through the tower.*****Cassius walked through the door into apartments that were decidedly not to his taste. There was too much...stuff. The furniture was overlarge and far too plush, and... it was evident these rooms belonged to somebody." There must be some mistake," he said turning to look back at the acolyte. "These rooms belong to someone else." The acolyte stepped into the room and looked around. "I don't think so Sir Knight," he stated. "Myself and a few other acolytes moved Mage Moi rain's belongings into here earlier today. Thesearethe right rooms. They were clear that this was where Mage Moi rain and you were to be lodged," he looked around. "I made sure because I didn't want to have to carry the furniture twice." Moirain and I... oh no. The look on Moi rain's face alone would have sent most scurrying, but the twosome striding down corridors and passages and climbing stairs like a human battering ram toward their new quarters was enough to plaster acolytes, and even most others, against the walls as they passed. For her part, she swore she could hear Ones chuckling in his chambers and that only served to heighten her anger and frustration. When they finally arrived at their destination, Cassius opened the door and entered first, standing aside only after taking a cursory glance around the apartments. "Our quarters, M'Lady." She brushed past him as if he were no more than a fly on the wall, and would have swatted him if he had been. It all seemed to be here and in a similar arrangement, though there were two doors within instead of the previous one. Squinting her eyes, Moi rain pursed her lips in an impenetrable line as she opened first one door and then the other. The first revealed her own bed and the accoutrements she'd always kept in her inner chamber. The other... "What's the meaning of this? And there is no... lock!" If she'd been furious before, it was a mere temper tantrum in comparison to how she felt right now. "Is this customary? Or is this something you've dreamed up on your own? No... Don't answer. I don't really want to know. I'm going to bed. You do whatever you like. I'll be ready in time for the meeting with Council in the morning." Moi rain spent most of the night thinking and plotting and scheming. She wouldn't have any of this nonsense. She would find a way out, even if she had to vanish into thin air -- and that was something she'd always been perfect at. At first light, she bathed and washed her hair, brushing it until the light that hit it made it shine with a coppery luster. Dressing in a formal robe, befitting her status among the Mages, she stepped out into the main room of her new apartments to find Cassius already up and waiting. "Do you even sleep?" she asked, once again not really requiring nor expecting an answer. Her eyebrow arched as she noted a table with fresh fruit and breads and sweet cream butter beside a pitcher of what must be juice and a steaming pot of tea. "An acolyte brought it," Cassius offered, seeming loath to take credit for doing anything special on her behalf. "I see. I suppose I could do with something," Moi rain admitted to herself half-heartedly as she sat down and poured herself a cup of tea. "I won't keep you... Unless you intend to feed me also?" Ignoring him completely from that moment, she began to eat as if she hadn't had a bite in days. After all, he had spoiled her dinner the night before, and she still had plenty of time before going to Council chamber. She ate like a sergeant-at-arms after a fortnight on half rations, although it didn't seem entirely like hunger that was driving her to wolf down the tray of food. She kept throwing spiteful glances his way in between pretending he wasn't there. Cassius didn't see how she could eat like this regularly and maintain her slim waist. The way she carried on last night. Cassius considered himself a quiet and patient man, but they way she went on about there being no lock on her door. Like he was some uncouth interloper who was going to come barging into her room. It was almost insulting. And she never said it outright, but it almost felt like she was blaming him personally for them having to share apartments. No matter that every other pair of mages and Mage Guards in the Tower were under the same set of circumstances. He settled for one cup of tea, which was far superior to the stuff they served in the barracks. He timed it right, he set down the cup on the try next to the pot and stood up. Moi rain continued to ignore him as he retired his sword belt and strapped it around his waist." My lady," he said, "It's about time we were going." Right then there was a soft tapping on the door. Cassius opened the door to look down on a young acolyte. It was a young man and...was he laughing at him!?!" My lord," the young would-be mage said, "The Council has sent me to say they are ready to see Mage Moi rain." As if her name had summoned her out of the air, Moi rain blew past the both of them and took off down the hallway. Cassius had to close and lock the door quickly and take off at a quick clip to catch up. Luckily his stride easily outmatched hers, and he was at her elbow well before she made the Council's meeting hall. The High Mage Ones sat in the center, on either side of him were two other senior Mages. According to whatever laws of the universe the Mage's followed, five was a powerful/holy number. It was actually above Cassius' head. Behind and to the right of each of them stood a Mage-Guard. When did Sir Ceylon become a Mage-Guard? Cassius took his cue from them and stood behind and to the right of Moi rain. He would let her take care of all the pleasantries. After all, the business would be Mage business. He was just here for the ride. The air in the Council Chamber fairly crackled and popped with the tension. Only something of great import would bring all five of the Mages to attend a conclave of this magnitude. Moi rain sat quietly in her seat, waiting as did the others. For all her outward calm, the only thing belying it was the whiteness of her knuckles on the clenched fists she hid in her lap. High Mage Ones waited until everyone was seated and settled, their Mage-Guards in position behind and to the right. There was no trace of age in his voice when he finally spoke, only strength and assurance -- an innate righteousness that was borne with the ranking he had attained both by trial and unanimous support by all mages throughout the land when he was chosen. "Sun and Earth. Moon and Sea. I thank you all for coming," Ones began, standing now and looking from face to face before settling his gaze briefly on Moi rain. "We have come upon grave times, as you well know. Our armies battle valiantly in the Wasteland, striving to keep our enemy at bay, but they falter. For every gain of late, there are two losses." Moi rain felt rather than saw the subtle stiffening in the backs and jaws of the Mage-Guard that attended each of them. Most had not seen battle in many ages, though she remembered Cassius saying that he had fought side-by-side not so long ago only to be called back to take up his place beside her. A man trained for weapons and combat suddenly made to nursemaid a Mage... the Steel to her Magic. She almost understood his own anger for a moment. Almost. But her attention was claimed once again by her mentor as he continued to speak. "If we do not tip the balance into our favor once again, the prophecies have foretold that all will be lost. We will come into a time of Darkness the likes of which I dread to imagine." Ones paused, once again looking from face to face as all eyes were trained on him. "They have gained control of the Stone of Celadon!" A deafening silence followed by outbursts from all prompted the High Mage to raise his hand. "Silence!!" "There is a rift in The Veil. Apollo has been called forth by the Sorcerers of Level. If they are not stopped... and the Stone regained..." The Mages nodded solemnly, each looking from one to the other. Though none spoke, their understanding of what High Mage Ones had revealed was clearly shining in their eyes. That, and... fear. "What can we do?" Moi rain blurted out. "We must get it back!" "Indeed, child. Indeed. And that is why you are here. There is only one object stronger than the Stone of Celadon. It has been kept hidden deep within the Fernand Range in the Tower of Magus since the Coming of the Light." Ones moved from his place for the first time since he had begun to speak, moving to the young Mage's side and looking down into her fiery emerald eyes. Placing his hand firmly on her shoulder, he spoke once more. "And it will be your mission to retrieve it." They had lost control of the Stone? When had that happened? The High Mages had been doing a good job of keeping that tidbit quiet. If word of it had gotten out, well, there would be many who would lose stomach for the war. To regain it would be... difficult. And costly. But it seemed that set of troubles was not for Cassius. At least they weren't yet. "Indeed, child. Indeed. And that is why you are here. There is only one object stronger than the Stone of Celadon. It has been kept hidden deep within the Fernand Range in the Tower of Magus since the Coming of the Light." Cassius let his mind focus on that task. The Fernand Range was to the northeast, and close to the upper rim of the Wasteland. The enemy would be close. With autumn fast approaching if they didn't arrive get to the Tower soon they'd have to worry about snow. He wasn't familiar with the location of the Tower of the Magus, hadn't really heard of it honestly, but he was sure someone around here would have a good map. They could ride horseback to the town of Degas tan, and from there they could take the Mellitus River north. There was a Chapter house at the town of Erna where they could get horses and strike out east in to the Fernand. They'd have to go slower than he would usually like, Moi rain was probably not a seasoned rider so they would have to slow their pace... The thought made him pause. It had been less than a full day since he had been assigned as Moi rain's Mage-Guard and yet the role was already imprinting his thought process. He had started to think as 'we.' It was more than slightly disturbing. He brought his thoughts back to the here and now, High Mage Ones was speaking again." The nature of this object must remain hidden for the moment. If the enemy were to learn what we were planning, they might move to counter us. As they will surely move to stop you should they learn of this mission." Considering how many people were in this room, Cassius considered that a likely possibility. He couldn't vouch for the loyalties of all the Mages present. Even some of the Mage-Guards might be duped of forced into revealing these plans. Since Moi rain's safety was his personal responsibility he would have to make sure no more specifics of this mission would be spoken in this council meeting. "Although we are sending but one Mage and her Mage-Guard, the assets of both the Mage Tower and the Order of the Temple will support this effort. Mage Moi rain, you have been awardedcarte Blanche the Emperor until this mission has been completed. Go where you will ask what you will, it will be provided. We must not fail in this." Carte Blanche. And under the Emperor's own hand. They were taking this very seriously. Cassius wondered if Moi rain was going to make some self-inflated speech about the importance of this mission and how she was worthy of the task, etc. Moi rain watched in silence as the four Mages and their Guards filed silently out of the room. Ones had dismissed them abruptly, saying that he wanted to speak to her alone -- but not before an admonishment, unnecessary of course, not to discuss anything spoken in the Council Chamber outside its walls. Once the others had gone, the High Mage raised a finger to his lips and gestured for her and Cassius to follow. He wasn't taking them the usual way. In fact, it amused her that Cassius probably hadn't a clue that these dark passages even existed, let alone where they would lead them as Ones pressed a stone in the wall to reveal an exit that would keep them from the main hallways of the Tower. When the wall resealed itself, they were left in pitch blackness for a moment as Moi rain murmured something under her breath. A small globe of blue light popped into existence, bobbing just in front of them -- lighting the entire passage and seeming to lead the way as they followed High Mage Ones to their destination. Right now she'd have paid a whole bag of gold to get a glimpse of Cassius' face -- just to see if it showed any surprise or reaction. It seemed as though they walked forever, though Moi rain had grown up in the Tower and knew its anfractuosities like she knew the back of her hand, but Ones had finally stopped and pressed yet another stone which revealed the entrance to his own chambers. Warding them to wait a moment, he went ahead, surely to check to see if someone had tried to pass the unseen barriers he'd undoubtedly placed before attending Council. "Come," he beckoned at long last. Moi rain flicked her fingers and the ball of light was extinguished as suddenly as it had been lit. "Come," she said over her shoulder to Cassius in turn. Her concern (or lack of) for him was secondary to what she now had to say to High Mage Ones -- but he was obviously expecting that as well. "Now, now, Moi rain. Before you start your confounded caterwauling, I have some other things that I have to tell you. Then, perhaps I will allow you your say." She glared at him, but bit her tongue, watching intently as the venerable Mage lowered himself wearily into his chair. She waited only for a moment before settling herself in the chair opposite his desk. His voice, as he began to speak again, showed no signs of wavering. "You realise the import of this mission, Moi rain -- and you as well, Cassius. It will be a valiant test of your abilities as well as hers. Your journey will be fraught with dangers, and you will have no one that you can trust outside yourselves." Moi rain nodded, wondering if Cassius did the same. Somehow she thought he was just standing there like an empty shell of armor though. Unfeeling. Passionate. Duty bound... And long-suffering. She almost sighed. Almost. "I understand all this..." "Hush, child. There is more." The emerald-eyed redhead squinted dangerously in return. "More?? I realise we may not survive this, High Mage... What more?" "You will travel as others in our lands travel. Plain clothed and without the fine trappings you have become accustomed to -- that would include your armor, Cassius, though you may both carry a short blade, you will have to make do with a less... elaborate... sword. One that will not identify you or your charge." "Furthermore," Ones was well aware of the ruckus this next announcement would cause. "You will travel as man and wife. A loving couple, you understand. Where you take public lodging, you will use one room and share the bed as well." Moi rain was instantly on her feet, sending sparks ricocheting off the walls. "That, child, is another thing. You will use magic only when there is no other resort. For all outward appearances, you are just 'every man' and 'every woman'. There are many who will be watching. You must not fail! The entire Empire rests in the palm of your hands. Do you understand? Cassius?" When the High Mage said'no armor,'Cassius took that in stride. When the High Mage said he would have to leave behind his sword, the sword that had carried him through numerous battles, Cassius bit his tongue. He could follow orders. However, orders had precedence and certain expectations." Married? I can't ... I mean ... we shouldn't ..." He was groping for the right way to express this. The soldier in him wanted to obey orders, but it was also the soldier in him that said certain lines should not be crossed. And loving? There were many words he had used to describe Moi rain in the past day, andlovinghad not been close to any of them." I understand the reasoning High Mage, but I question the necessity. There must be other guises that will suffice, surely..." High Mage Ones cut him off with a small raise of the hand. "None of which I believe will afford you the anonymity that a married couple will. I have considered this at length and this is my decision. Trust in my wisdom on this one. Speed and stealth will be your greatest allies in this endeavor. I have full confidence in your abilities to pull off this ploy and achieve your objective." He waited a moment. "So we understand. No Mage. No Mage-Guard. No magic, and no heavy steel. You will slip north like shadows at midnight, retrieve the item, and return it here." He looked at Cassius. "You are familiar with the area. You will be able to manage travel arrangements?" Cassius resettled his shoulders. "It will be more difficult this way Your Eminence, but it can be managed." They could still ride up to the river, perhaps they would find a boat large enough to take their horses with them. If not they would have to hope to be able to buy some at Erna. He wasn't prepared to use Moi rain'scarce blancheunless they absolutely had to. That would start people talking no matter how unassuming a married couple they appeared. Cassius suppressed a groan and stole a glance over at Moi rain who was still fuming on her feet. Perhaps he would get lucky and someone would slit their throats before they got a mile out of the city. "Coin," she interjected. "Are we permitted to carry gold?" "Now there's another thing," High Mage Ones said thoughtfully. "If you were to carry coin minted in the Realm, it would immediately identify you and where you are from." "And just what are you saying now? No magic. No weapons. No money. Shall I offer myself in trade for meals and a room at every customs house and inn along the way?" A spark flew and ricocheted off the wall, sending a flurry of stone chips scattering. "That would be slim pickings," came a low, almost indistinguishable murmur from behind her. Moi rain spun around to see who had said it -- Ones or Cassius, but since neither of their faces gave any indication, she decided to blame them both for conspiring against her. Of course, she wouldn't refuse this quest, but she didn't have to like it either. And she would accomplish it with or without Sir Cassius VO Cu mail, out of Crucial. Knight Companion of the Holy Order of the Temple, blah, blah, blah. "Very well, High Mage. I will do whatever is best for the Empire. No more, no less." Of course Moi rain didn't mean that last. She would do everything and more to accomplish what needed doing, and Ones well knew it, even if Cassius did not. Turning on her heel, she declared that she was going to see about digging up some old rags to wear and that Cassius should find a few of his own. What she didn't see was the small bag from the High Mage's hand into the Guard's. The High Mage rested an old hand on Cassius' arm, holding him still as Moi rain left the room. A few stray sparks still wafted about the room a moment before winking out. "That should be enough to cover anything you need," the old man said. "But before you go I do have one additional request for you sir knight."" Yes Your Eminence?" The old man sighed a moment. "Bring her back safe. She is... dear... to me." Cassius regarded the man for a second, and saw the concern in his eyes." Yes, Your Eminence." He bowed and left the room. His armor would stay. And his sword, the sword of his fathers would stay. Any sign that he was a Knight of the Temple would be left behind. He had a sturdy short blade he could take. It wasn't his preferred weapon, too short to take full advantage of his long stride and reach. But he knew how to use it well should the occasion demand. Hopefully it wouldn't but you never could tell. He let his steps hurry him to Moi rain's and his quarters. They would have to start out early tomorrow, which meant they would have to spend the rest of the day packing and going over their travel plans. They would also have to concoct whatever fiction they would have to travel under as man and wife. He had never given any thought to marriage, even a manufactured and fictional one. Now this role as husband lay hanging on his shoulders, and nothing less than the survival of the Empire rested on his ability to play it. It was odd to think that something many men took for granted, their status as husbands, was something he felt wholly unprepared for. Moi rain was not going to make it easy on him either, that much he was sure of. She was young and beautiful, on face value a man could do much worse for a wife. Somehow though, Cassius thought, her tongue would drive many a suitor fleeing. He pulled his mind back to the task at hand. Once he was sure every arrangement was made that could be made at the tower, he would head down to the docks and find a barge heading upriver. It would be a slow boat ride, but the best a simple man and woman could afford to take them away from the capital city. He just hoped Moi rain had no objections to the water. They would have to leave early in the morning. Moi rain rummaged through her wardrobe for suitable attire. Plain she could manage. Simple? Well, every one of her gowns was simple. Common? Hardly. She would stand out like a sore thumb in anything she owned. They fairly screamed "Mage!! She's a MAGE!" Now what? It wasn't like she could go to one of the shops in the city and buy something pre-made. That wasn't how it worked. One bought the material and then sewed or had it sewed, but there was no time for that. She needed clothing and she needed it now. Flopping down in one of the chairs, she began to consider the women among the servants in the Mage's Tower. Bertie was too short and Martha too round. Sophie was too small busted. There had to be someone that was of similar size and height. Why wasn't anything ever simple? "Because, you nit, if it was life would be easy, and we wouldn't want things to be easy for you," she said with an inflection in her voice not unlike High Mage Ones's just as Cassius entered their chambers. He arched an eyebrow -- at the "nit" most likely -- but she didn't bother to explain. Besides, she had just thought of someone whose clothing might just be a good if not perfect fit. A new girl that she'd only seen a couple of times. Someone in the kitchens would know her name and make the arrangements. "I'm going to see my seamstress," Moi rain informed the Mage-Guard with a wry tone. "Don't wait up." Argh! Why did she have to say that? It was only just at midday now and the nursemaid was sure to tag along. Well, he could do as he liked. They weren't outside the Tower yet -- so Ones's instructions weren't in force. She wouldn't have to be nice until tomorrow. That thought alone brought a huge grin to her face as she opened the door and headed toward the lower level in search of someone to help her find that maidservant. Moi rain was gone in a huff again, and Cassius was mildly surprised that nothing caught on fire or showered sparks. He considered briefly following her, but he had other things to do, and she was safe enough in the tower. As his hands busied themselves with packing a few belongings into a simple satchel, he pondered what type of cover story they could use. Nobody was going to believe he was a farmer, at least nobody they needed to fool would believe it. A weapon smith might work, he had the rough hands for it. It would explain any familiarity with weapons. However, a weapon smith made good money (especially during a war), and could afford a young and beautiful wife. A blacksmith might better, they didn't always live as well. Blacksmiths were skilled laborers, but often rough and burly sorts who got paid sufficiently but not always as well. No, a blacksmith would suffice for his role, moving on to look for work up north. Although Moi rain might not look like the average blacksmith's wife, she was a little too... elegant. They would have to work around it. Cassius walked over to one of the windows and looked out. The sun was still high in the sky, but it was beginning its downward descent. He should make his way to the riverside and find a boat going leaving early in the morning. They should leave as soon as possible, now that there was a danger of tongues wagging. She heard the Mage-Guard enter, but didn't turn away from what she was doing as she hunched over a chest removing this and discarding that in separate piles. The short blade was at her throat before she realised he had taken another step. "What business have you here?" he barked, yanking her head back to look at her face. Moi rain grinned, though her heart was thundering in her chest. "Why, Cassius... Have you forgotten your own wife -- and so soon? We've not been married a full day. Do you like it rough, then? I've heard of some that do." Shifting her weight, she pressed her hand against his belly slightly -- just enough to let him know that he was also at a disadvantage. Cassius' eyebrow arched as he glanced down and released his grip. "Pah!" "Don't pah me, Donald," Moi rain chided as she let a blade slip down from beneath the sleeve of her dress into her hand. "You would not be alive if I had even nicked you with this. The tip is coated, you see." She brandished the small, deadly knife before him, finally flipping it smoothly between her fingers as if it were a piece of string. "Oh, this is nothing that I learned here in the Tower, but from someone long ago in the village. A woman never knows when she will need to protect herself -- and from whom." Carefully replacing the blade, she grinned again, this time patting her dark, almost raven colored hair. "It's not a glamour. I've dyed it." The emerald green in her eyes glinted as she took in the Guard-Mage's appearance. He, too, had made some changes it seemed. He almost looked... "The clothes are none too fancy, I fear, but they will serve. I have others for when the terrain is not suited to feminine apparel as well. Now tell me when we are to begin and where. By the way, you may call me... Soacha." Turning her back on him, she added some things to a small pack and checked the contents of a bag that she would wear on her waist. No magic, the High Mage had said. She well knew they would have need of these other things in its stead -- though only in dire need. "Well, husband? Have you loitered away the day instead of making preparations?" If the girl wanted to play at daggers, she had better learn the proper way. Keeping a poisoned blade up your sleeve was the quickest way to nick your own wrist with the tip. The only reason you kept a blade up your sleeve was because you wanted to keep it hidden but have quick access. If you rushed when drawing it, or putting it away for that matter, you had a better than good chance of slicing your own flesh. Cassius would have to make sure he explained the proper use of the things to Moi rain.... sorry, Sorcha." Well, M'lady," he said bringing the calm reserve back into his voice. "I'd gather your gear now. We're going to have to leave tonight instead of tomorrow morning." He explained how the boat he had hired to take them upriver was leaving early in the morning. Too early to try and catch it then, the captain offered to let them board tonight instead and stay on the boat. He wasn't even going to charge them. Cassius was a little suspicious, but the captain and his boat had carried supplies for the Order before and was known to be trustworthy. Cassius figured it was safe to assume some risk. Plus getting out of the Tower sooner was so much the better as well. Mages tended to gossip like old women. Hell, half of themwereold women. Shortly thereafter, Cassius and Moi rain made their way through the darkened city streets. The docks weren't always the safest place to be hanging around at night, fortunately they would arrive early enough to miss any serious troublemakers. And there would be more appealing targets for skulduggery than the towering Cassius. With only a few greedy, but sullen, glares directed in their direction they arrived at the small wharf that held a sturdy looking cargo sloop. The first mate was a burly, blonde-bearded man with a bounty of tattoos on his arms. But he had a genuine smile and honest eyes, despite his somewhat coarse exterior. The captain, he explained, was finishing up some business regarding their cargo, but would rejoin the ship shortly. Early the next morning they would cast off. The weather, he further explained, looked good, and they should make excellent time up the river. Cassius kept his eyes roving, but tried not to seem over-anxious or cautious. He preferred these men carry them upriver, then forget they existed entirely. When they reached their cabin, Cassius decided that it was entirely too small and the bed uncomfortably narrow. The first mate apparently had thoughts along the same mind as Cassius, albeit for different reasons. As it was the large blonde man let his eyes rest a trifle longer on Moi rain than Cassius felt was polite. Undoubtably Cassius would find himself in an envied position by several members of the crew. They, however, did not have to listen to Moi rain's constant pattering. "Donald," she began quietly, unsure of how far their voices would carry. "How long will we be aboard this... vessel?" Her eyes took in the small cabin, though her glance went pointedly to the narrow bed. The flooring was none too clean and there didn't seem to be an overabundance of blankets either. One lay folded on the thin, lumpy mattress that covered the bunk. Not to mention -- there was no anteroom for dressing, let alone a private place for... a cracked chamber pot with handles that suspiciously resembled a man's privates sat on a shelf beneath the corner washstand which also held a ewer of water and a basin. "You are going to have to leave while I..." she hissed into his ear. By rights, she should make him sleep above decks, but they were supposed to be married. A happily married couple at that. Even she wasn't so cruel as to make him sleep on this Grimes floor. If he caught a disease then she would probably succumb as well. Then where would they be? Pursing her lips to hold back the tirade that threatened to burst forth, she glared at him and pointed toward the door. "Go," she mouthed without a sound. "NOW!" She'd explain the sleeping arrangements later. As usual, his face revealed little to nothing of what he was feeling and that grated on her rapidly fraying nerves as well. Throwing her arms up in exasperation, Moi rain -- Soacha now -- struggled not to send a spark that would bring this tub down around them like a blazing funeral barge. More than one day aboard was going to be too many. Her bodily functions seen to, Soacha went up on deck in search of Donald who was playing Devil's Bones with a few of the men, one of whom was mumbling something about them being "fixed". She arrived just in time to hear him intoning, "Well if they are, kind sir, then it would be on you as they seem to be your own." That met with a volley of hoots and derisive snorts directed at the disgruntled accuser as Donald handed them back and scooped up his winnings. "My wife." He nodded and grinned in a manner Soacha thought quite lewd and totally unnecessary, but before she could protest, he had her by the arm and was dragging her below again. "And a might randy lass at that. I wouldn't mind having a go," someone shouted after them, the rest of their words lost in more derisive hoots and a great deal of laughter. "Pigs! Why I ought to..." Soacha struggled to pull away, thinking she may have just insulted pigs in general. "Don't you dare," he hissed into her ear, practically shoving her into their cabin. "Now. You will not, under any circumstances, leave this cabin again until we get upriver. Do you understand?" She glared into his stormy eyes, their emerald fire flaring dangerously. "No. I don't understand. I am only a child, remember? And you are my nursemaid." Flouncing away, she threw herself onto the bed and crossed her arms over her chest, quite unaware that she was proving her point quite succinctly. Donalfelt his temper rise. "Well," he began, "Child, see if you can learn this lesson. There are many eyes on this boat, and many more ashore. Many eyes that might be looking for a pair traveling from the Mage tower, a pair that could be a Mage and a Mage-Guard on a secret mission. In order to avoid any unnecessary trouble, you will stay below decks until we are away from any prying eyes that could report to the enemy." Moirain started to speak, but Cassius had his blood up right now. "I've looked into their eyes, our enemies. Spilled their blood and seen them spill the blood of many a good madwoman. I know them. You don't. So we will trustmyjudgment when it comes on how to combat them, either with steel or with secrecy." He took a breath. "So you will stay in this cabin until we leave the city and major towns behind us. And if the crew makes foul comments, you will let them pass. We are counting on them and are putting their lives in danger when they know it not, therefore we will make this voyage as easy on them as possible." Her eyes were on fire, and another outburst was burning beneath the surface. A sudden thought occurred to Cassius, and he had to keep from grinning. "We should prepare for bed, it's been a late night and will be an early morning. And I would suggest you hold your shouts down, otherwise the crew might not believe we are a wedded couple. Unless, you wish they might mistake them for cries of passion." That might temper her tongue a little, although he would undoubtedly pay for that remark sometime later. He took a guilty pleasure in her momentary consternation. Moi rain knew that their mission was of the utmost importance to the Empire; High Mage Ones couldn't have stressed it any more than he had done. Even so, she couldn't help glaring at Cassius, struggling to bite her tongue... again... or was that still? "Bed!" she spat under her breath, eyeing the narrow bed and the single blanket yet again. As her eyes shifted from it to the filth-covered planking of the floor and back again, she considered the fact that if Cassius contracted some dreaded disease she'd be quite likely to catch it from him as well. Not liking those options, her eyes blazed, and the color rose to her face. "There's only one bed, husband. The floor is..." Barely able to control her revulsion, Moi rain continued. "Unsuitable -- even for the likes of you." Cassius' face betrayed nothing, nor did his eyes as he waited silently for her conclusion to the dilemma. "First," she said, "We will eat. There is bread, cheese and some fruit in the bag and a skin of wine. Then we will sleep... both of us," she gestured solicitously toward the bed as if it were nothing to be sharing such with another -- especially a man. They ate in silence, Moi rain carefully unwrapping and rewrapping the remains without letting the food touch any surface save for the folds of her skirt. Cassius' warning of being overheard by others hadn't gone unheeded. There would be time enough, she thought, to discuss further plans once they were off this floating tub of pestilence. Once the food had been put away, she climbed gingerly toward the back of the bunk without fanfare. Facing the wall, she murmured a brusque good night without looking to see if he would follow. She'd already decided to sleep in her clothing with the intent of burning the fouled garments as soon as they disembarked. Until then there was nothing she could do. Moi rain was carrying on as if every contact of the ship was bound to lead the pestilence. In truth, this was one of the cleanest vessels Cassius had ever been on. The captain and the crew took good care of their vessel, it was one of the reasons he had chosen it. Moirain flopped into bed unceremoniously, he had expected at least some sort of vile threat about where his hands should stay. She had opted to go to bed fully clothed as well, and Cassius was of mixed reactions about that. If she wanted to muss up her apparel then so be it, it didn't skin his nose any. He didn't know whether to be insulted or not on the implied suggestion he might try and take advantage of the situation. He busied himself a moment, fixing an empty bottle to the door. If anybody tried to enter the room, he'd know. And his short blade was already near the bed. Although her back was resolutely towards him, he felt her presence acutely as he prepared himself for bed. If he didn't follow her lead as far as dressing for bed, there'd be no end to it for days. If not longer. He pulled off his boots and stripped his vest, leaving his breeches and undershirt firmly in place as he slipped into bed beside her. He got as comfortable as space and decency would allow. Keeping his back toward her, he slowed his breathing and drifted into a light sleep. The sensation of a heavyweight covering her tugged Moi rain from the depths of her soporific sleep, her body stiffening as she slowly realised it was the heft of Cassius' thigh and arm draped across her. She cursed under her breath, immediately regretting her choice of positions in the narrow bed. Finally worming herself free enough to deliver a well-placed pinch, she sat upright, glaring at him as he bounded to his feet. "And good morning to you as well, Soacha." "I need to use... ERM... wash up," she stated firmly without replying, all the while scrounging in one of their packs. "You can go do whatever it is husbands do when they are in need. Oh, and while you're at it, see if you can manage some tea or at least some boiled water." Moi rain eyed him up and down as Donald slipped his vest back on and slid into his boots, noting that his weapons were now back in place as well. Once she had determined, in that maddeningly imperious way of her own, that he was outfitted well enough to depart, she shoved a small jug against his chest and literally pushed him toward the door. "Oh, and try to behave while you're among the riffraff," she sniffed. "You don't want your wife to come on deck and drag you back by your ear." Cassius arched an eyebrow. "That might not be such a bad thing, darling. It would cement my prowess in the marriage bed beyond all reason." Without another word, he turned and was gone, the mug Moi rain had aimed at his head crashing unproductively against the door." As Cassius broached the deck into the pale morning light, he rolled his shoulders in a small stretch and inhaled deeply. A turn of his eyes back over the barge's stern showed that the city was fading behind them, the Mage's tower was only just getting its highest levels coated in the sunrise. The boat was making good time. With a nod to a few sluggish moving members of the barge's crew, Cassius made his way to the water barrels. He took a steady drink before filling his jug from the same. His reflection gave him a moment's pause as he rubbed a few fingers over his cheek. His natural inclination was to shave, so he decided to think on it a bit. A beard would disguise his face from anyone would notice him escorting Moi rain from the Mage's tower. It might also muddy their age a bit. It would probably also irritate Moi rain. Cassius made his way forward where a small brazier with glowing coals was offering some heat along with the chance for some warm food or tea." You're up early," a thick voice came from over Cassius' shoulder. The Guard turned to find the barge's captain approaching. "You could say that," Cassius replied. The quicker these men got the wrong impression about him and Moi rain, the better." Ah," came a noncommittal in reply accompanied by a wry grin. "We should make a speedy trip. The currents are with us. You shouldn't be cramped up too long in that small cabin."" The cabin is fine," Cassius said with a nod of his head. "But it'll be good to get back on the road."" Can't stand horses myself," the Captain volunteered. "Prefer the water." Cassius nodded, then retrieved some of the boiling water. "Porsche will want her tea," he said hefting the jug slightly. The Captain nodded understandingly and moved off with a smile. Cassius watched the shoreline slip by a moment before moving back below decks. Their mission had a relatively peaceful start, he could only hope it would continue that way. Moi rain had just finished brushing her hair when Donald returned to their small, cramped cabin. The now dark tendrils of hair wrapped around her fingers as she plaited it made her skin seem even more pale than usual and Cassius found himself staring. "Have you never seen a woman fix her hair?" she snapped, hastily tying a string around the end of the braid before tossing it over her shoulder and bounding from the bed. If he replied, Moi rain didn't hear him, she was doing enough muttering of her own whilst fiddling with the jug of boiling water and some dried leaves she had pulled from a parcel in her pack. Finally satisfied that the temperature of the water had held long enough to make at least a concoction that resembled tea, she filled two cups into which she added bits of honeycomb. That done, Moi rain cut two thick wedges from a rapidly shrinking loaf and topped them with slices of soft, tangy goat cheese. "To break our fast, she said peremptorily seating herself on the edge of the narrow bed. Hands wrapped around the tin cup as if she needed to borrow warmth from it, she took a sip and peered over the rim at Cassius. "Did you bother to inquire how long we were going to be on this godforsaken ship?" In truth, the young mage well knew this was going to be the easiest part of their journey to recover the Stone of Celadon, but the closeness of these quarters -- and of Sir Cassius VO Cu mail, Knight Companion of the Holy Order -- was beginning to rankle and so, soon, would what remained of the cheese as well. "This part of our journey will only last a few days, and it could be passed worse," Cassius said, prying open a window to let the acrid aroma of Morgan's tea out the portal. "And as far as this 'godforsaken ship' is concerned, I would remind you that our mere presence her has put this boat and her crew at risk. And without their knowledge of the fact, which puts us in their debt doubly so. I would remember that in your dealings."" After we leave we'll have to travel by horse, or more likely wagon, north into the foothills. The road will be slow and towns may be hard to come by, so you might want to enjoy the bed while you have it," Cassius finished trying to get a snort under his breath." It would probably serve your time better if you concentrated on our mission, in particular how exactly you plan on moving the Stone back to the Mage Tower. Since magic is your expert area, perhaps you can inform me on how you plan to move an artifact of immense magical power through the countryside without alerting half the mages in the part of the world. Or has the Council not bothered to worry itself over rivalries such as that?" The Stone of Celadon was not what they were after, and though Moi rain couldn't help wondering why Cassius seemed to think that was her quest, she said nothing to enlighten him. Either he was an immense dunderhead or Ones had done something to keep her nursemaid singularly misinformed. She moved to the open porthole and stared out at the water as it suddenly occurred to her that the High Mage had never quite said "what" the object was beyond: "It has been kept hidden deep within the Fernand Range in the Tower of Magus since the Coming of the Light." The crafty old fox! "Donald," she said, turning to face the Mage-Guard as she recalled the vow she had sworn the first time she laid eyes on him: I consider myself a prisoner. As such, I will regard you as my enemy -- until I win my freedom. "Stop winging. It is pointless to worry about something that has yet to occur. It is your responsibility to get me there. Getting back will be mine." Moi rain considered the maps she had perused before leaving. Their journey would truly begin after they reached Man and headed eastward to the Fernand Range. It was there, she decided, that she would make good her escape. Clearly Moi rain had never been on an extended campaign before. If you didn't think about getting back before you left, it wouldn't really matter because you probably weren't coming back anyway. Things had to be planned, so when the unexpected happened you at least had a rough idea on how to react. And if Moi rain thought his considerations were whining, then she had never heard a professional at it. Cassius felt like explaining the circumstances of some of his previous missions in service to the Brotherhood. All without complaint. But he knew it would defeat the purpose." If we had left it your responsibility for travel arrangements, we'd likely have not even left the city yet." Cassius said, briefly wondering why Moi rain seemed to bring out such comments from him. "The sooner you realise that I'm not some mindless cretin, the better off we'll both be and the more likely we'll both come out of this alive." If Moi rain knew the dangers ahead, what servants the enemy had and the lengths they would go to..." We'll be off this boat shortly, and when that happens we will have to trust each other. Especially if we are to successfully complete our mission." Resisting the urge to stomp her foot, Moi rain ate silently, licking her fingers almost greedily when she had finished. There would be days, she well knew, when she would look back on a simple meal of bread and cheese as a veritable feast. Her stomach rumbled in agreement and Donald smirked which made her hands curl into fists. Just a few more days, she reminded herself. Just a few more... Their cabin darkened suddenly and Moi rain looked toward the window. Not much was visible, but there was definitely a storm brewing, and it was coming fast. She tried to concentrate, feeling the air around them for... and caught herself just as the short hairs on the back of her neck began to rise. They were just starting out. It was far too early for anyone to know of her mission. Wasn't it? She glanced at Donald who had tilted his head and was listening to the orders being spat out on the top deck. He looked torn. "Oh, just go!" she barked. "I'll be fine." Truth, it was all she could do to hold herself erect on the narrow bunk now, but she'd never admit that to him. Moi rain glanced out the window and saw angry clouds beginning to froth like breakers in the sky as a predatory wind irrupted, lashing the ship with spray as it churned the serene water into mawkishly violent peaks. The vessel was plunged across troughs of towering waves and yanked sideward up the next ragged and vicious slope, coming down as if it meant to bury its prow in the bottom. He slammed the window closed and latched it after losing a short battle against a volley of water that nearly soaked him. Turning, Cassius stared at her, eyes flashing, still hesitant. She glared back defiantly. "Go! It won't do either of us any good if we're drowned like rats because an extra hand wasn't given." Cassius was surprised at the suddenness of the storm as it pitched their vessel, the deck lurching under the squall. He felt like mentioning that he would likely be more of a hindrance than an asset. Extra set of hands notwithstanding. Still, it might not hurt to make himself available." Hmph," Cassius growled. "Stay here." Although there was no certainty that Moi rain would be any safer here than any other part of the ship, at least if she stayed put Cassius would know where she was. Without waiting for whatever heated retort she would offer, Cassius stumbled out the door and up towards the main deck. The barge's captain had his hands on the tiller as he bellowed orders to his crew. His voice was whipped about by the wind but still managed to reach Cassius' ears. "Master Donald! Get back to your cabin and watch over that pretty little wench of yours!" Cassius latched onto the railing to steady his feet. "Thought you might need an extra set of hands!" he shouted back against the winds. "Cabin won't be any safer if the entire ship sinks!"" Rigging!" the salt gestured with a hard twist of his jaw. "Keep the loose lines secure!" Cassius nodded and lurched back to where a group of sailors were hauling lines against the storm's pull. As he added his own muscles to the task, Cassius felt his mind pull towards to danger. He was no expert on magic, but the suddenness of the storm didn't feel natural to him.

A New Assignment|rating:3.0

By Royal Edict [ Sunshine & Eikichi ]

(flutter of music played in the background of the hall. The beat was only just picking up after having to cut themselves off half-way through because of the Kings surprise announcement. At the very least it would have been a surprise to many, almost all, the attendees other than the couple of people close to the King who'd known that he'd been planning such a surprise for the new Governess of the Northern Isles. There was simply no way the King would trust so much land, an exquisite estate, and a border territory to the hands of a female governor. Especially a governor who was unwed, had no male heirs, and would easily be swayed into the hands of a foreign King or power through marriage or other nefarious means. The King simply couldn't leave such important isles untouched. That was why the King had scoured his court for anunwedman of nobility whose family line was unquestionably loyal to the King. That was why Alexander Dequan was unsurprised by the Kings announcement. The King had come to him weeks ahead of time to discuss with him the arrangements the King expected. There had been some insistence, from the King, that Alexander do his best to ensure that the current Governess would not be an issue. Upon the announcement Alex had wandered through the crowd, paying special attention to the people who turned to listen to the King. He was looking for one person in particular. All he had was the description the King had spoken of the Governess.' A fiery redheaded bitch.' Hardly the most appropriate comment to be made about one of his own Governess' but Alexander said nothing about it either way. It didn't take him long to find the person he was looking forward. Red hair was a rare thing, even in the depths of the north. So, a noblewoman with striking red locks and a long mane was hardlyeasyto ignore. Alexander carefully watched the woman as the King made the announcement, which would obviously be a surprise to her, that the Governess was to be wed to the Dequan noble family. That the King expected the union to proceed without trouble, or difficulty, and that the King expected the union to produce an heir within a year of the matrimony. Alexander expected to be something of a surprise to the Governess, he'd been surprised when the King had instructed him to do exactly that. To put an heir in the Governess and ensure that the Isles would remain loyal to the royal family. He was hardlypleasedat the idea of being nothing but a breeding stud for the royal family. But considering the amount of wealth and the land that the Isles had Alexander was willing to put up with it. His noble family would now have a proper bit of land, and territory, behind their family name. That was a price that was worth losing a bit of honor. After the Kings announcement Alex kept his eye on the governess butwaitedto approach her. He didn't want to introduce himself to his future bride while she was surrounded by so many of her friends and companions. That would hardly do for how Alex planned to introduce himself to the Governess. Thankfully, Alexander didn't need to wait long before the red-maned and green dressed Governess was finally alone to mull over her thoughts. Alexander approached the Governess from behind. Her first touch from her supposed new husband would be his open palm skimming across her lower back. An intimate, yet still somehow appropriate, touch as Alexander stood off to the side of her and offered her a friendly smile." I believe. That we just had our wedding decided for us." Alexanders hand didn't leave her lower back, despite the fact she might not want his hand on her. Alexander had taken a liking to the Governess from the moment he'd laid his eyes on her. It was hard not to enjoy her. She was such a gorgeous creature. While this wasn't the first time, tonight, that Alexander had looked upon her, it would be the first time she'd actually get to see the husband that the King had chosen for her, without giving her any bit of a choice in the matter. Though, in fairness, it wasn't like the King had stuck her with a pudgy husband who was meant to just take control. He was definitely meant to take control of her estate away, but at the very least she'd have a bit of arm-candy for a husband before Alexander stole her entire estate away and made her into the same as the rest of the woman in the Kings palace. Wives. Obedient, docile, women. That was what the King wanted from the Governess. He wanted her out of a position of control do that the Royal family would have little, or nothing, to worry about. (felt like she couldn't breathe. Standing Stoic in a room full of dignitaries, she felt the air leave her lungs at the King's announcement. She was to be wed and bred to a man she had never before met. Her lands -her estate and fortune-were to become his. Everything she had gained from birth to her first marriage and worked tirelessly to maintain was going to be in the hands of a man she'd never met. The room tilted for a moment as she felt her hands move to her center, a hand of a friend coming to her elbow to both get her attention and help ground her. Though the brunette likely didn’t realize she was helping do the latter as she whispered in her friends' ear.“I say, you could have fared much worse. He is actually quite handsome.” Helene stated her opinions while keeping a smile on her face. The woman was a few years her senior and a widow as well, but they had been fast friends since she had moved to the estate. They had been at each other's sides when their husbands were lost and Helene’s children buried. The dark-haired woman was practically a fixture at her expansive estate. Still, the woman always preferred to look at the world the rust-colored glasses, by choice and not through naivety. If there was a silver lining the woman would be sure to point it out, just as she was at that moment. “Don’t you think, Rose? Rosalind?” She had felt her friend tugging on her arm, but her vivid emerald eyes had remained locked on the King, or rather where the king had once been. Her expression hadn’t changed as she tried not to show just how shook she was, her attention eventually turning to those around her. However, as others approached her to offer their congratulations, slowly but surely her brow began to furrow until she couldn’t take it anymore. She thanked everyone politely but dismissed herself, claiming she needed a bit of fresh air. She waved away Helene, not wanting to hear anymore about the man she hadn’t even mustered the courage to look at, before she exited the Great Hall to the neighboring hall which was lined with open air windows. Delicate fingers dug into the green silk of her skirt, but she smiled softly, even if looking a bit pained, until she was finally on her own. Only then did she really allow herself to breathe again. Her heavy chest heaved, breasts threatening to spill from the front of her dress, as her mind raced through all that had happened in a matter of minutes. It would change everything… Hell, it felt as if it already had. Her eyes had closed tight at the thought, tears threatening, when the feel of a large hand at her back, startled her into opening them. She didn’t jump in surprise, but her green eyes did light with something akin to fire at his words. Her slender fingers moved to grasp her velvet sleeves, crossing her arms in a sign of defiance -not realizing the emphasis it put on her pale bust- as she turned and opened her mouth to speak. Her eyes falling on him, she found herself quieted for a moment by his handsome visage. She had been expecting a stout old man, a crone of the King, that would have been all too keen to sweat over her. He… Well, he was definitely not what she pictured. Regardless though, he was the man who was about to take everything from her including the rest of her life, which made him the enemy. She had to shake away thoughts of his looks and remind herself just what was happening. Her spine stiffened beneath his touch, her eyes falling to look at his offending arm before she shrugged it off and stepped to the side, her chin lifting. “You speak as if you are disappointed, Lord Dequan.” She started, sharp eyes turning back to his face. “Are you not happy with the gifts the King bequeathed to you that were not his to give?” Her words were just as pointed as her gaze, ones that she wouldn’t dare utter in front of the King himself if she were of right mind. Still, it bothered her to be given away as if nothing but chattel. Her jaw rolled as she turned from him to look out the window, her red hair falling down her back in waves that seemed likely to match her internal emotions. She was fire; volatile and dangerous but also with the ability to give warmth and light up a room. The outcome always depended on the handler. Alexander really did find it strange, looking at her when it was just the two of them, that such a gorgeous woman could have caused the King so much trouble. No. Not caused. Such a gorgeous woman wascausingthe King so much trouble that he had to forcefully have the Governess not just married, but announce that he expected heirs from her by the end of the year. It was practically an iron chain that had been bolted to a collar around her throat with a metal anchor hanging from the chain and tossed into the sea. The point was for her to drown. Utterly drown on all the things the King was forcing on her with no way out. It made him terribly confused when looking at the Governess now, a Governess who'd had such extreme measures used on her but when Alexander looked at her. He could see the faint shimmer in her eyes of tears that had been threatening to break out. He didn't mind her shrugging herself out of his arm, he expected it, though once she drew away and stepped to the side that hand reached into the pocket of his coat to retrieve a handkerchief." Disappointed? To marry such a beauty? Hardly. Though I may be a bit apprehensive to marry a bride that simply can't stand to look at me." There was a curved smile decorating his lips as he brought the handkerchief to her cheek and dipped it just under her eyes." With such vicious eyes. That are also threatening to spill tears. We can't have that, you're crying. What would people think. They might. Make rumors about how reluctant you are to be wed." There was a faint tap of his hand over one cheek, then the other, just under her eyes to stop any tears that had been previously been threatening to spill when she was still in that state of dread and depression. Her arms crossed over her bust did catch his attention. It would have caughtanyman's attention, but Alexander pale blue eyes were noticeably glued to her features. Not wanting to miss even a bit of emotion that might cross her face." But. As I think we both know. Everything he gifted, other than yourself, was his to give. It was just that nothing could be taken without taking you." That hand finished dotting the silken handkerchief across her cheeks, pocketing it back into the pocket of his coat. Alexander was quite clear she didn't want him to touch her, which did only make him want to touch her more. But. Not here. Not when they were still in view of so many other guests." May we talk? A bit more privately." His hand extended, towards her, his open palm in her directly as his fingers beckoned her to take his hand. Once she did, Alexander would guide her a bit further away from the festivities. It wasn't uncommon during such a large party for various couples, or guests, to wander the grounds. The hedge maze outside was a common place that people stole away towards. Either for private meetings with loved ones, affairs, or just a bit of 'adventure.' Getting lost in a hedge made was an adventure for some of the prim and proper lasses of the court, as sad as that was." I understand this is difficult for you. But I assure you I only want to make this transition easy for both of us. We will be 'husband' and 'wife' after all. Even if the wedding is in a few months." Alexander made such reassuring conversation while leading her in tow. Alexander did not take her far from the party, he led her down one of the main halls and after passing an unoccupied hallway he turned the corner and dragged her along with him. What he did next was in complete, and utter, contrast to the way polite way that Alexander had been talking to her while escorting her to such a remote place. The hand holding hers released its grip and instead planted itself right around Rosalind's pale throat. A firm, rough, grip as he shoved her body harshly against the wall and even went through the effort of lifting her a couple of inches from the floor. Her body soon indelicately crushed against his own with her quite generous bust now crushed right up to that firm, chiseled, chest. She wouldn't have known it was either before. But with how tight the two of them were pressed together now. It wasn't exactly hard to tell." Perfect. Rosalind. Now that we're alone. Let me just make one thing clear." His grip on her throat tightened, as that other hand reached for the long end of her dress. His fingers hiking up the skirt, dipping his fingers underneath to skim across the silken lingerie underneath. His rough fingers dipping across her pale creamy thighs, making it quite clear where he was touching, as she'd soon feel that hand resting against the space between her legs. Any gasp, whine, moan, or sound of protest all silenced by his fingers choking her throat." You belong to me now. Governess. Body. Mind. Property. And you will be a kept woman." Those fingers of his between her legs suddenly dug in, pushing the cleft of her panties into her quit. Not really inside her but the pressure to push into her was there. It was enough to be inappropriate. To be considered penetration. His lips curved, in a playful smile, as Alexander forced a kiss on her. Not just any kiss. A hard, deep, kiss. A kiss that even if she didn't return. It wouldn't change the fact that he was kissing her while she was being choked and left in that gasping state of needingairand getting lightheaded. His fingers inevitably loosening their grip, and lowering her back to her feet (though only on the tip of her heels) as Alexander broke the kiss and looked at her." You should prepare for my visit next week. I'll be around to check my property. And the rest of the good." At goods, while his body drew back from hers, she'd obviously notice the way Alexander was nowfinallylooking at her chest. At all of her. It was possessive. No. It was like she was property. His grip on her throat loosened, letting her gasp and wheeze, as Alexander pulled out that handkerchief and threw it in her direction as hefixedhis coat and stepped around the corner and back into the main hallway while muttering in her direction." Don't stay away long. Wouldn't want anyone to think my new wife isn't sociable. Or that she's shy." It was a clear taunt, as the smiling noble started making his way back towards the party. He thought he'd made his point clear. Rosalind hated that she was in tears over having to marry the man. She hated even more that they were threatening to spill in front of him. The fact that he noticed it only made it worse. Her jaw tightened when he brought a handkerchief to wipe away her tears. His smile that came with the sentiment making her feel on edge. If it were her former husband, she might not have tensed so much. It might have been more caring and tender given that the man had been soft-hearted even if he had been absolutely inept at near anything considered to be in the realm of a man’s work. He had been safe and harmless and had allowed her to carry on as she wanted, taking over the running of their estates as to not let them all go under. This man, though... ThisAlexanderalready felt it right to invade her personal space and remind her that the King could do as he pleased. His words made her anger rise in her which, of course, stirred a soft but tense reply. “As I said, nothing that was his to give.” In her mind, she was the gatekeeper of her holdings, it should have been her decision of who she wed, if she even decided to do so again. The fact that it was the King’s pained her in every way possible. She had hoped that when she had crossed her arms and backed away that he would get the point that she wasn’t ready to be touched by him yet. In fact, she’d come outside to escape being around anyone, especially him. It seemed that he didn’t though. Instead, he requested and even more private chat. The fact that it would be more secluded was likely a good thing considering she didn’t know if her good behavior would hold, her polite expression already have begun to fade every minute she was forced to look at him rather than just catch her breath on her own. She just needed a moment, time to wrap her head around what was happening. A few minutes without the presence of a particularly handsome man reminding her that she was goods to trade. When it was clear that he wouldn’t be leaving her until they had a chance to truly speak in private, she gave in. Her delicate fingers slid into his offered hand. It was rough, or at least rougher than her own, and it made her wonder just what sort of work he was used to. If he had before taken the route of a soldier or a night or if he’d always preferred to work with his hands. He certainly seemed built enough to be either. Though she didn’t fully understand the extent of his strength at that moment. Luckily, or rather unluckily, she would discover that sooner rather than later.“Thank you for understanding.” She started, thinking that he wanted to be reassuring. “I apologize if I’ve seemed rude. That wasn’t my intent. I am merely used to my life the way it is now. I have enjoyed seeing over my lands and I worry over that changing.” Truth be told, she worried over a lot more than that. She hadn’t been with a man in years and her husband had never been particularly eager to run to bed with her. The noticeable difference between the two men in both body type and demeanor made her mind immediately jump to what new needs she might have to anticipate. That with the fear of not being visually inviting enough for the man who was honestly too attractive for his own good was daunting to say the least. Little did she know that worrying over her looks should have been the least of her worries. When he pulled her hand harder, practically dragging her into the corner of the abandoned hallway, she had struggled not to trip over her feet. She let out a sound of protest, but it was quickly cut off by his firm grip around her slender throat. Her hands went immediately to his arm, fingers wrapping around the sine wed flesh in all attempts to regain control over her own breathing. Her bright hair caught behind her as he lifted her, forcing her head to tilt back just enough to add to her discomfort. Though it was the least of her worries considering she was still struggling to take in air. Her attempted gasping only getting worse as his other hand forced itself between her thighs. Her eyes began to tear beyond her control, her fingernails digging into anything on his arm, fabric or flesh, she couldn’t tell. She needed to hold him tighter, she needed to breathe. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he dug his thick fingers into her center, a part of her that hadn’t been touched in so long. She felt his grip and his words straight down to her bones, her body trembling against her will as her eyes began to flutter closed from the deprivation he’d been inflicting. Even in her half-conscious state, it was difficult to ignore the kiss he forced upon her. It added to his other assaults and left her soft, sweet lips feeling as bruised as her others. Her gaze was matched with his, by no choice of her own when he spoke once more, delivering his threat, or perhaps a warning, that he would be visiting. It was difficult to process anything but fear until he finally stepped away. His firm body left hers, and she felt herself crumble to the floor, gasping for air to fill her aching lungs. Her hands went to her throat, sure that there would be bruises left behind, as her wet eyes looked up in time for a handkerchief to hit her face and fall into her lap. His height was even more intimidating from the ground, where she found herself feeling ashamed of admiring his attractiveness. His taunting made her chin rise once more, but her pride left her the minute he was finally out of sight. After which she was a puddle of tears for some time. Part of her wanted to rise to the challenge he’d thrown and return to the party with a pleasant smile, but another knew she was too much of a mess to pass for feeling ill. She didn’t want to explain the redness of her eyes or her neck nor did she want to give the man yet another chance to violate her as he pleased. After all, he would have a lifetime of it as it were.Instead, she sought the refuge of her room, sending a servant to tell Helene that wasn’t feeling well and had decided to retire early. It was only partially the truth, as while she kept herself locked safely behind solid door, she found herself unable to sleep. Even after bathing away his lingering scent, she could still feel his touch. The swathe of fabric he’d gifted her taunting her until she finally threw it to the flame of the hearth. --A week after the King's Event--His procession stampeded across the dirt pathway. Several carriages rustling, and rumbling, as the horses constantly 'neighed' and whined. Those stampeded horses finally came to a stop just in front of the Governess' house. Governess Rosalind. His bride to be. Alexander stepped out of the carriage, his heavy boots causing the bits of gravel that were lining the pathway. His driver was standing at the front of the carriage and the nobleman gestured for the driver to look at the two suitcases that were on top of the carriage." Unload my things with the servants." He took another lazy glance in the direction of the manor wondering when exactly the Governess' servants would take a step out of the estate to greet them. Though he would neither be all that surprised if Rosalind had decided torefuseto greet them with any servants, or herself. It wasn't exactly a shocking thing for her to do considering the way he'd treated her the last time they met. Though it would also be a lie if Alexander didn't mention, or consider, just howoftenhe'd ended up thinking of Rosalind during that week lull between them. She probably wouldn'ttithe way her future husband had been thinking about her. Especially since the way he'd thought of her, and all the attention he'd put on her, had all been about that curvaceous little body of hers and just how nice her body had looked in thatgreendress of hers. Everything about Rosalind was practically screaming gorgeous. Every little inch of her, from top to bottom. Which was, probably, the reason why Alexander had been looking forward to this'visit.' Even if it was just a pretext for him to start bringing some of his things to the estate. If it was just so that, during the week, he could begin making arrangements for the wedding the two of them would have in the future. Even if there were about three weeks till they were to be wed, as the husband, it was his duty to make sure all the arrangements were ready for both of them. Of course, during that entire week, Alexander planned to put a lot of focus ontastingthat new bride of his. After all they'd be together, in the same house, for the entirety of the week. Alexander would be doing his best, his absolute best, to explore every inch of her and to see if he could force his will on her. There was absolutely no way of knowing, for sure, how she would react or if she would even feel trapped enough to do what he wanted. But that was the reason why he'd arranged to get so muchluggageduring this first stop. Just so that she'd feel all the more trapped, all the more confined, and there was no way that she'd be able to do anything other than suffer with the fate that her possessions would belong to him. She would belong him, and if Alexander had his way her body would be his before both of them were wed. Of course, no matter what she thought, she probably had no idea as to what exactly her 'husband' had in store. She should have known better, however, considering the way Rosalind had found herself being choked and touched in a way that was less than delicate just moments after meeting him. She, honestly, should have prepared for the monster that was coming to her home. But seeing as there were no servants outside to greet him, or his servants, Alexander barged into the estate and stopped thefirstwoman in front of him who was in his direct path. Alexander grabbed that, surprisingly curvaceous maid, by her wrist and gave a firmtugto her wrist so that she was dragged nice and close and up against him. So close that she'd suddenly feel her chest shoved into that nobleman's chiseled torso." Where is the Governess?" His firm touch, and the way he just yanked her without permission, caused the maid to end up flustered. She dropped the towels in her hands, releasing them, as those towels fell to the floor and scattered apart becoming filthy. At least filthy by noble standards. She'd have to clean the towels, fold and iron them, all over again. All because of the noble that yanked her out of her routine. And reduced her to a blubbering mess." S-She's… S-She's in her r-room. It's j-just. Upstairs. The d-double doomed room. It's the m-master bedroom." The maids cheek was becoming more flushed, several times more flushed, with cheeks that were tinted red and clearly she was uncomfortable. Which was why, with her so uncomfortable, Alexander reached down and gave that maids rear a rather inappropriate slap. And a squeeze." Thank you. Get back to work." Just like that, after such an inappropriate motion to grab her and touch her, Alexander released his grip of the maid and let her get to cleaning the bits of towel that were decorating the floor in scattered remnants. Even though her hand was clearly unsteady, and one hand was reaching behind her towards her rear where she'd beenroughlysmacked. It stung because Alexander hadn't held anything back. He couldn't be bothered to hold anything back. It had surprised Alexander quite a bit, far more than he cared to admit, that the servants he continued to pass all had the same qualities. The female ones at least; busty, curvaceous, and slender. Who knew the Isles, of all places, was the place that all the pretty woman on the continent were hiding? Oh, he was going to have quite a bit of fun in a home like this. Though; he'd consider laying off the male staff. If the surrounding towns had girls just as alluring as the ones already employed then he'd behappyto take them aboard. It wasn't like the Governess would be able to complain, not when he'd be the one in charge as soon as they were wed together. Alexander eventually reached the bedroom, the servant had been right that it was kind of obvious once he'd gotten upstairs. He had worried, quite a bit, that he'd have to go up another flight of stairs or two. But that didn't seem to be the case. Alexander knocked twice on the door to her bedroom, a minor courtesy, before he grabbed at the handle and forced his way inside. It was unlocked, which wasn't all that surprising. It would probably be frequently locked for the rest of the week. Or not. After all. This was the Master bedroom. So, it wouldn't Esther bedroom any longer. After entering the bedroom Alexander closed the door behind him, making sure it was shut behind him with him standing right in front of the door, so there was nowhere forRosalindto go. Other than jumping out the window." Hello, Governess." Dread. It was all that she had felt in the week since they’d first met. Well, perhaps not the only things as it was most certainly mixed with a heavy dose of confusion, regret, anger, and resentment. She hated it. She had been a strong, capable, and confident woman for years. Furthermore, she had never shied away from a challenge or difficult company, having always chosen to face her worries head on. Alexander was different though. He was the only person she had ever found herself truly afraid of. As the days past, though, she didn’t know what the exact root was. If she was afraid of the power he would have to take her property from her, to see over her entire life and future as well as those that worked beneath her roof, or if it was the physical violence he’d displayed. Once the marks around her neck had faded, it had been difficult to discern which she feared most but when the time had come and the man had arrived at her estate, her mind leaned toward the latter. She had watched the man’s arrival through the window of her room and as his carriage pulled in, her hand had gone to her throat in memory of what had happened in their last meeting. Slender fingers traced delicate skin as she found herself shivering at the sight of the man. She should have done what was proper and greeted him, lined all the servants in a row for introductions. She had refused though. Instead, given her people instructions to carry on as they were but having already put emphasis on the necessary cleanliness of the main house. She typically ran a tight, but happy ship in that regard, so it hadn’t been much of a change besides the rise of nerves due to the unusual entrance. When he entered her room though, she knew by the way he locked the door behind him that her obstinate choice had been a mistake. Her well-made form still stood near the room's large window when he entered. Her body turning toward him at the eerie sound of the lock clicking rather than at his words. Furthermore, her back straightened in her body's unconscious effort to look stronger than it was as her hands buried themselves in the pale blue and cream printed fabric of her skirts. Furthermore, her fingers wrenched at the straining threads in an attempt to calm her and luckily the fullness kept the act relatively concealed. Beneath it all, though, her sex clenched at the sound of his voice. Perhaps it was muscle memory from the last time he’d been near or the fact that they were now shut in the same room she’d lost her virginity in. Either way, it set her nerves on edge.“Alexander.” She offered, curtsying to him as if she were attempting to be polite when she hadn’t dared come out to meet him. Small wisps of her vivid ginger locks that had escaped the pinned up fashioning fell down along her ears and brow in the seemingly polite motion, but she didn’t lift her hands to push them away, unwilling to loosen the grip on her skirts. It took quite literally all of her pride to muster enough gumption to look the man in the eye when she stood back up at her full, but still short, height.“I’m afraid you have found yourself in the wrong room.” She started again, her voice admittedly a little shaky.“I’ve had the garden room prepared for you as you aren’t yet the master of the keep.” She knew the statement was a risk, but she said it anyway, her keen emerald gaze watching him entirely as she moved to put the giant fourposter bed between them. “After all, our wedding is still weeks away. Some would even consider our privacy now inappropriate.” She didn’t know why she thought threatening the man with notions of impropriety would make him back off. It seemed silly considering the way he’d asserted himself over her not even an hour after the announcement of their engagement. Desperate acts rarely made sense. She finally managed to unfurl her fingers from her gown to gesture to the door.“I can call on Mira to show you to it, if you wish.” Her eyes moved from him to the door and then down to the mostly green bedspread, accented in gold, blue, and red before her gaze flicked back up momentarily fearfully to him. The quick and somewhat shaky movements of her oversized, lace-trimmed bust giving away worried thoughts. "Rosalind." He replied, watching as that delicate flower decided to curtsy for him, the edge of his lips curving upwards as he gathered all of her into his view. The pale blue and cream fabrics she was wearing now, well it was hardly as attractive as the green dress she'd been wearing at the party, but it was clear to him that even in a dress that wasn't anywhere near as alluring as the one at the ball her body still did the dress more justice than could be described. Perhaps it was because of the way she curtsied to show off her assets. Where that gorgeous red hair spilled out, across her shoulders, after she bowed herself to him and a few wisps of ginger even dared to fall loose and across her face. Though Alexander knew what it really was. It was her curvy little figure. That beautiful, curvaceous, body that it was unfair to look upon. Just looking at her, now, Alexander still couldn't believe that the Isles, such a backwater place, could have such a gorgeous little creature. Even the maids had been beautiful, but Rosalind had been leagues above any other woman in sight. She was simply, utterly, extraordinary. Not that Alexander planned to tell Rosalind any of that in so many words, or in such flowery words, no when Alexander planned to tell her about her body, and he eventually would, it would be in a way that would make her quiver, ashamed, and whimper." This is the Master bedroom, isn't it?" He taunted, not even bothering to wait for her answer since. They both knew she'd only have to agree. Alexander took a few steps forward, just a couple of steps, before muttering under his breath." I hardly think it's appropriate for your 'husband-to-be' to sleeping anywhere other than the master bedroom." He could feel her emerald gaze on him, that wasn't even to mention the fact that her gaze hadn't even bothered to shift away from him despite the way he was talking to her, and closed the last bit of distance between the two of them. Those ocean blue eyes of his watched her, like gleaming sapphires that stared and admired her, as he closed the very last bit of distance between the two of them till, they were barely a couple of feet apart. Those eyes of his kept watching her, lingering over her from top to bottom, as his tongue eased slowly across his bottom lip. He didn't hide it, not a single bit of it. The fact that his eyes were on her, watching her, and taking her into hisheavygaze. A gaze that made sure to linger over her, watch her, and breathe in everything he could about her. She was a gorgeous creature. And Alexander was looking at her in such a way that she'd have little, to no doubt, that he was taking in every inch of her. The fearful look she gave him, after she took a glance towards the bedspread, also gave away what she was truly afraid of. That he might overpower her, that he might take her, or that he might put his hands on her in a way that would actuallyharmher. Those eyes kept watching her, shaking his head as he closed the last bit of distance, his gaze initially dropping to that oversized bust of hers as it shook from her slightly shaky movements." So. There won't be a need for Mira. Mira. Would that be the same busty brunette? The one with pale blue eyes and freckles on top of her breasts?" There was no decency in the way he talked to her about, none at all, instead the way he talked to her about another woman was just as indecent as the way he'd put his arms on her." Whoever she was, she was lovely. I hadn't expected to find such pretty things in a barren place like this. It's simply unfair." He spoke the words in a low mumble, still watching her. When he took that last step towards her, trapping her between him and the windowsill, Alexander made sure toplanthis hands on that body of hers. He didn't want her to squirm away, or try to avoid his hold, no he wouldn't have that at all. Instead, Alexander planted his hands on that tender body of hers and made sure to grab herharshlyand push her right up against the windowsill. He shoved her right up against the wall while lifting that body of hers up, up just enough so that curvy little behind of hers was on the windowsill, while the rest of her body castigating his grasp. One hand, his right hand, planting itself right up against the side of those indecent tits. His other hand grabbing her waist, making sure that she couldn't even squirm. His hand on her bust wasn't gentle. It was rough, intimate, and was done so she'd feel him touching each inch of those gorgeous tits and kneading them between his fingers." Mn. I had planned to keep you pure till we were wed. But. If you keep being difficult." Those fingers of his on her bust, kneading her breasts, released his grip and instead started to drift his hand up to the top of her Lacey corset. His fingers dipping underneath the hem of that bust, hooking underneath it, and giving the bust a firm tug down. So, no matter what she decided, she'd suddenly find her breasts bare and exposed to him. His fingers moving, roughly, over those full breasts and making sure that her mounds were being squeezed into his palm and kept kneading her. While one hand blatantly toyed with her now bare tits, his other hand reached right up to her throat and tightened his grip on her throat as his fingers clenched and tightened. The grip on her throat was deliberate, done just so that pretty head of hers would be tilted up and in his direction as his eyes remained glued to hers. He wanted her to see him, to watch him, as he kept toying with her breasts." Now. Do you agree? Or do I need to be insistent?" She could feel her plan crumbling beneath her feet as he spoke. She’d planned on being polite but cold and keeping her distance in any and every way possible; a different room, servants to pass along messages, remaining tucked away in her room. They weren’t married yet and wouldn’t be for weeks at the very least. So there was no need to interact past that. There was no reason to give him a chance to cross boundaries the way he had before. Yet there he was...in her room, with a locked door behind him. She was trying hard to maintain her composure, but her knees felt a bit weak. Her long, slender fingers clutched at her skirts when he insisted that he should stay in her room. Her eyes moved from him to her bed. It had been hers for years. Even when her late husband chose not to sleep beside her, he always allowed her the room saying he preferred the one closer to the gardens. Everything that was hers and hers alone was in that room, her books and letters. Everything. It was all there as vulnerable as she was.“I… I guess, I will take the other room then.” She suggested, making a decision to attempt to save herself rather than her secrets and privacy. She wasn’t sure why, considering they were still meant to be man and wife, but she attempted it nevertheless. The man didn’t seem like he’d heard her, or maybe he just didn’t care. He pressed closer, his eyes taking in more than they had right to. She couldn’t help but tremble at his closeness, none of it in a good way. It was actually his assessment of her maid that alarmed her the most though. Mira was sweet and younger than her, a good worker at that. She always did whatever was asked of her with no complaint. She’d been more of a companion than a servant. So to hear the man comment on the size and look of her breasts took her back and the image of him forcing himself onto the poor woman immediately set a knot in her gut. Was this how it would be? Had the King invited a wolf into her flock and set him to the task of consuming them all? The thought was harsh but the reality of it seemed even more so as the man took another step and pinned her to the windowsill behind her. One hand moved to the hard wood window frame beside her while the other went to his chest in hopes to keeping him at bay. “Alex, please.” His shortened name fell from her lips in a hurried plea but to no avail as he lifted her up with ease and put her just where he wanted her. His rough paws went right to her breasts and she felt disgusted that her nipples hardened against her will. Her perky buds turning into hardened nubs for him to enjoy.“Please…” She repeated, her breathing broken under his invading touch. Her eyes filled with tears as he stripped her top downward. The fabric of her sleeves kept her elbows pinned to her side as her heavy breasts bounced out and slightly downward. She was gifted, that was easy to see. Most especially with the new arrangement of her garb. Her soft rose pink colored nipples greeted him as if he was a babe looking to suckle, even though the rest of her was entirely rigid with fear.“Alex. Alex, please. We aren’t wed.” She tried to plead once more before her words were punctuated with silence caused by his hand at her throat. She knew answering his question wouldn’t serve a purpose. He’d already made a decision regardless. She was his, and it mattered little that legalities were seen to. He would have what was his whenever and however he wanted. Alexander heard her pleas, the desperation in her voice, and yet he made no moves to stop. She really should have known better, pleading to him would have no effect. She really should have realized that nothing she said, or did, would stop Alexander from taking what he wanted. Especially when her body was reacting in such a positive manner. Both from the way her chest pushed up into his palm, the natural swelling of her chest from her heavy breathing, and the way her nipples hardened under the attention of his fingers. His hand had just been kneading her mounds, massaging and kneading them into his palm, but once those hard buds of hers were fully erect that was when Alexander started to tweak and pinch her hard buds. Alexander was well aware that suchstimulusmight have been too much for Rosalind to stand. But he was hardly going to ignore her buds when they were erect andwaitingto be plucked. She continued to plead, even as those heavy breasts bounced, and finally Alexander had enough. He'd given her the chance to surrender, to submit to his request, and she refused." That. Wasn't an option I gave you. Rosalind." He brought his lips closer to hers, while tightening the grip he had on her throat. His fingers actively denying her breath, the chance to breathe, while he held her against the wall. His fingers only loosening their grip when he'd brought his lips so close to hers that they were practically brushing together." I suppose I have no choice but to punish you now." The words were spoken in a bit of a taunt. Despite what she believed, that this had been his goal all along, Alexander had truly been wanting to wait till their wedding night to defile her. But her disobedience meant he had no choice but to propel things along. It wasn't like, despite not fucking her, that he wouldn't do other things to her before their wedding. No. He'd planned to spend quite a bit of time taming, and teaching her, before their wedding. Yet. She just had to push him. Being in a separate room for her just wasn't something Alexander had been willing to accept and by insisting. She'd practically doomed herself." I forgot. I haven't properly greeted you." Alexander mumbled the words while his lips still brushed along hers. His fingers on her throat properly loosened just as he dipped forward, enveloping her lips into his own and taking her in a deep and demanding kiss. A truly demanding, controlling, kiss. The type of kiss he'd forced on her during their brief exchange the night before. Only now he took her in that kiss for an unbearable amount of time. A kiss that was done so that she'd be left breathless and gasping. The kiss along would be bad enough to achieve that, but the way his free hand kept toying with her breasts certainly wouldn't help. Their intense lip-lock a momentary distraction from the way his fingers flicked across those beautiful rose-pink buds and kept flicking over them. It was as the end of their kiss that Alexander became more forceful with the way he touched her, his hand no longer kneading her breasts but instead grabbing hold of that pale blue garment that was clinging to her curvaceous figure. His fingers tightened their grip on her throat as that hand under the swell of her breasts clenched that fabric of her dress and then yanked. She'd no doubt feel a bit of tension, and the tugging would leave a few light lines of red on her body from the harshness of his touch, before there was a loud sound of ripping. Her pale dress torn, freed from the curve of her body, till that tattered pale-blue dress was forced open and in tatters. The part around her shoulders, and her arms, would keep her arms restrained, but the rest of her dress was basically in tattered pieces. When Alexander withdrew his lips, no longer kissing her with such intensity, there were strings of saliva connecting his lips to hers that broke apart into pieces. His grip on her throat released and instead moved up, grabbing her by her red hair, as his other hand now freely skimmed across her bare waist. Other than the tatters of her dress clinging to hers arms and shoulders. Poor Rosalind was left bare in the lingerie underneath her dress. A lingerie that Alexander wasintenselylooking over. If she dared to look at him, while he looked over her, she'd clearly see the way he looked at her body with purelustand desire. Only after looking her over that Alexander mumbled, loud enough for her to hear,"You should greet your husband-to-be with a kiss, Rosalind. Now. One last chance. Agree. Or I'll fuck you in your bed. Your choice." A broken whimper left her when he said, in his own way, that staying in another room wasn’t an option. His fingers tightened around her neck and as the air left her, so did a few tears. The glassy beads rolled down her cheeks and her green eyes widened further out of fear when he said he would have no choice but to punish her. She had thought the proximity and his roughness had already been punishment enough, but the statement reminded her that he was capable of so much more. Her body trembled beneath his touch and every part of her seemed to beg to be free of him, but there was no slipping from his grasp, not when he held her so tightly about her throat. Even when his grip temporarily loosened, she found she had nowhere to retreat to. His lips bore down to hers hard, demanding to be greeted. The back of her head pressed hard against the window pane behind her, mouth opening against her will at the pressure of his own. He might not have been choking her at the moment, but she felt as if he was sucking the life from her regardless. She was breathless and wincing in pain when he pulled his lips from hers only to focus his attention at ridding her of her dress. Her elbows tucked in closer to herself, hands trying to cover her bust as he did everything in his power to free her body entirely but managing little with her the restriction the fabric at her elbows caused. Her attempts were halted when he tightened his grip on her throat again. She mouthed another silent please before he completely tore her gown away. The violence of the motion made her heavy breasts bounce before his eyes, the cream colors silk and lace lingerie beneath covering very little of her curves beneath. Her body still shook and when he spoke again, his hand in her ginger-colored hair, she tried to shake her head no. “No. Please, no. We aren’t wed. Please, Alexander.” She pleaded, her green eyes looking desperate as ever. “The King would not appreciate impropriety.” She tried to reason, still breathing heavy. She should have known better to use the King as an excuse given the fact that he’d been the one to sell her like a breeding sow. Still, she hoped that he would mind himself given the fact that people would be counting the days after their marriage for a child to be born, if she was even able to produce an heir. Her pleas would only fall on deaf ears. No, that wasn't quite right. Her pleas only convinced Alexander that his new 'bride' required a lesson both respect. But also, submission. He had no understanding of how the woman's previous husband treated her, but Alexander would ensure that Rosalind completely understood what her place would be while she served as his wife. That was the key word. Served. Alexander wouldn't take anything less than her serving him as a wife. That was the first lesson he would teach to Rosalind." The King?" Alexander spoke in an extremely mocking manner while leaning in towards her, closing all the distance between them so that her gorgeous breasts were crushed right up against his chest. He knew it to. Which was why he made sure to grab her, tight. A hand grabbing at her waist and making sure her hips were met with his own as the hand on her side was pulling her in so that her heavy breasts were crushed against that firm-body. If it wasn't for the fact he was being rough with her. She would have gotten the pleasant sensation of having her soft feminine body caressing into a strong masculine body." The King wouldn't give a flying fuck if you were heavy with child at the wedding a month from now. No." Alexander paused and lowered his lips towards her, right up against hers, so that she'd feel his lips just short of kissing her as he arrogantly muttered." All he cares about is that you're bred. By me. You're nothing but a fancy breeding sow." Alexander's hand left her side, knowing that with how close they were and the fact she was trapped she wouldn't be able to pull away, and instead planted itself right onto her throat once again. His long fingers wrapping around her throat, tightening, as he forced her head to tilt back and that she would look directly into his eyes." You're mine now. Your property will be mine. Your only job now. Is to be an obedient wife. And become heavy with my child. So, I see no reason we shouldn't get started if you are going to be disobedient." Then, right after revealing that her pleas were useless and that she would soon be fucked, Alexander forced his lips down onto hers and took her in an extremely deep and demanding kiss. He knew she wouldn't kiss back, which is why Alexander forced the kiss on her in an even more intense manner. Even going so far as to push his tongue into her mouth, across the inside of her mouth, before wrestling against her own tongue. It was while kissing her, like that, Alexanders hands really got to work on the rest of her body. A hand firmly grabbing at her sides, before skimming further down, to drag all the more roughly across her figure. Both hands skimmed across her waist. Grabbing at those gorgeously wide hips, before his fingers dug into what was left of her dress and began thoroughlytuggingat her dress. Inch by inch was eased down, even being ripped in his haste. Until the only thing left of her dress was the bunch up remains that were around her arms. Where her sleeves had become binding holder wrists and arms together. He would have ripped her dress into nothing but shreds and used that to tie her up, but he couldn't with him so focused on forcing that lewd kiss on her. If she thought just being stripped to her undergarments were the most of her problems. She had a terrible thing in store for her. As Alexanders hands skimmed down from her waist and instead started toforcetheir way across those plush thighs. His fingers grasped at her thighs, squeezing them roughly, before using his grip on her thighs to not only lift her up along the wall and make sure that her legs were beingforcedapart as she was eased up the wall next to the windowsill. Her spread legs made it easier for Alexander to step between them, and more firmly hold their bodies together. It was only then that he decided to break their kiss. His eyes focused on her only briefly before his upper chest slowly leaned back. The action of leaning back kept his hips crushed against her own while the action of leaning back allowed him to look at those full tits." You'll make an excellent wife." Those words, spoken while looking at her in that objective manner, were done just to humiliate her. Remind her she would be a trophy wife. It was also then that Alexander leaned back in and brought those coarse lips right up against the underside of her jaw where he planted a hard kiss on the underside of her neck." Yes. I think it's best if we got this over with. I was thinking you needed to be. Cleaned. Your insides. Remolded. After all this cunt belongs to me now. Not that dead Lord." He spoke in such a demeaning manner about her late husband, just to see if he might get a rise out of her, as his hips made sure to suddenly rock and shove back against her own. With her wearing nothing but lingerie, and with his hips against her own, it meant she would clearly feel that bulge in Alexanders trousers pushing against the space between her legs. And more importantly. She would find her soon-to-be 'husband' had a rather sizable package that he was threatening to rape her with before their wedding. Whether that made her apprehension more frightening, or exciting, hardly mattered to Alexander. The truth was, Rosalind had always wanted children. She had tried and failed with her first husband and eventually gave up when she saw he had very little interest in her. She had dreamed of being in love and bringing a child into a marriage because of it. This, what Alexander wanted was not what she always hoped for. Being raped into submission and bred against her will was a nightmare and one that it was clear was about to become her very own reality. Her breasts were already exposed with most of the rest of her as her dress remained only in tatters, but she felt even more exposed within his grasps. Her back was to the wall, his hand at her throat until he’d had her pinned enough to move his rough-fingered attention down to her thighs. Before she knew it, her feet were off the grounds, her legs spread against her will. Her body shuddered beneath his touch, but she knew her obvious fear wasn’t likely to stop him. If anything, it seemed to thrill the man.“Please…” She murmured, near breathless before the feel of his bulge pressed so roughly against her nearly virgin cunt took her breath away. It’d been a long time since she’d been taken and never once as violently as she was sure he was about to gift. The tears that had begun to form in her eyes began to fall. Bottom lip trembling, she clenched her green eyes shut as she tried to turn her head away. Tendrils of her vivid red hair falling down, resting on her crushed cleavage. While she could feel her body reacting to his intense presence and heat, she refused to acknowledge it because the truth was, she wasn’t sure she could actually be more afraid than she was at that moment. "Please what?" Alexander spoke the words, almost taunting her with his words, as both hands made sure to grab her. His fingers roughly skimming over her, caressing her plenty, while also ensuring that her body would remain tightly pressed to the wall. If she feared being raped into submission, into being bred, then she should haverealizedthat whatever Rosalind wanted, whatever she was worried about, would simply be unnecessary and unwarranted." I'm going to rape you. Because that's what you deserve." Those words were almost a whisper, teasing her all the while, as his fingers made sure to skim rather rough across the side of her breasts before down across her waist and hips. Both hands stripped her down of what was left her of her clothing. The dress in tatters. Her corset forced open, apart, and left to dangle on the floor. The bottom of her dress was practically nonexistent and that beautiful, virgin cunt, was pressed right against the bulge in his slacks." I'm going to breed you." Those words were whispered, practically mumbled, as his lips touched just underneath her ear before leaning up to give her earlobe a faint nip. A rather intimate, even romantic, action despite the fact that both hands were rather roughly holding her and making sure that she couldn't even squirm away from him.".because that's my duty. Not to mention, it's all that you're good for." The hand gripping her throat tightened, squeezing, drawing the last bit of breath out of her very lungs before his grip loosened so she could gasp for air and he couldtakeher in a deep and demanding kiss. His lips were locked against her own, caressing into her, as that kiss was done purely to just overpower her. His tongue even forced itself into her mouth, down her throat, as that other hand eased moreroughlyagainst the space between her legs. His fingertips making sure to nudge at that wet core between her legs, teasing her, but only briefly. Instead, his fingers eased against his slacks to touch his zipper. He slowly eased the zipper down, inch by inch, and the poor Governess would suddenly feel him. Really feel him. His thick swollen appendage sliding against the space between her legs, caressing over her virgin folds as that enormous rod rested rather snugly between her legs. To make it worse, to make it last, he kept their kiss going. His lips right against her own as his fingers eased rather slowly down from her throat, inch by inch, straying rather roughly across those full tits. His fingers making sure to nudge across her full breasts. Despite everything. Rosalind did have a splendid body. His fingers making sure to nudge her breasts into his palm, caressing them. So, she'd have to deal with his tongue in her mouth, against hers, while a hand roughly kneaded and toyed with her breasts. The other hand easing, rather roughly, down from her waist before skimming over that delightful bottom. Though what she might actually care about, what might actually fluster her, was the fact that hisgirthwas between her legs. That every time his hips pulled back, or rubbed against hers, she'd feel that engorged and throbbing shaft sliding against her virgin lips. Her arousal, the arousal he forced out of her, making his shaft slick. Making it easier for him to rape her virgin cunt when he decided it was time.

By Royal Edict [ Sunshine & Eikichi ]|rating:1.0

Dark Heresy - Dark Paths.

Chapter 1 - The Beginning of the end.----------------------------------------------Nicodemus had spent a great deal of his life being told he was serving the emperor when all he was really accomplishing was the goals of the wealthy and influential. However, such is the life of an Imperial Parker, the inherent danger that is there life puts them in a permeant debt to the Imperium. It is through service that Nicodemus is expected to pay that debt. Unfortuanatly sometimes the manor in which he must serve is unpleasant... Considering he had just been forcefully removed from his place of residence by a Carapace Armored, shock maul wielding and Cyber Hound leading Arbutus squad gave the distinct impression that today would indeed...be very unpleasant. He was brought to the Arbiter Outpost in Sibelius, a massive Pyramid like fortress with the very top sheered off to make room for a huge statue of the Emperor. He was taken deep within its bowls, lead by gunpoint...something a Parker would no doubt come to expect. When finally he was placed in a room.and told to wait. Not long after a very solidly built man entered, A deep erratic scar tearing across his face from the top of his scalp to the bottom of his lip. Indeed, the eye in between was obviously athletic. The man was rather plainly clothed, a simple blue robe with the Imperial Aquila stretching shoulder to shoulder at the back. He held aloft a small Data Slate and looked at it intensely before looking back up to Nicodemus." Nicodemus... Sanctioned Parker... My Name Is Valid us Brother... Pleased to meet you" His years of service had taught Nicodemus Born obedience and patience. As such, he had done what he was told when the Arbiters arrived. There was little to fear, he believed. He had done nothing wrong. And he was certain his employers would be very upset if their favorite little lie detector was damaged in any way. As much as the Parker disliked his station, it did have its advantages. Powerful allies were one of them. Unless they had decided to sell him out? But to what end? Nicodemus sat in silence, working through possible scenarios in his head. The longer he waited, the more concerned he became. Just what was going on? Of course, he knew the waiting was just a way to make him crack, and so he was careful to keep a neutral expression, his eyes locked on a spot on the far wall of the room. But why were they sweating him like this? When Valid us Brother entered, Nicodemus was quick to size him up as he was looking at the data-slate. A strong build, in contrast to the Parker's rather scrawny frame. That and the scar pointed to military experience, and likely quite a lot of it. To dress in such simple clothing, not armor and not even a uniform. It was a quiet way to command respect. This man did not need such trappings. But did all of this experience and command come from leading the Arbiter into the dens of the hive gangs? Or was it from somewhere else? The Parker bows his head respectfully to the man. "It is an honor to meet you, as well, Mr. Brother." He then sits back and waits, allowing the other man the chance to speak before he began to ask questions. His desire to know why he was here did not need to be said. Any man would want that answer. But would Nicodemus be treated as any man? The man raised an eyebrow, but his expression soon changed to a contained and slight smile. It was an unclear whether or not he would have smiled more if it were not for the previous scar or whether or not he was just generally reserved." I Understand that you have spent a great deal of time with the Nobility of the Spire...I'll have you know I've spent a great deal of my time in its slums...its Pits... Tearing through the black heart this Hive has to offer...pleasantries are not needed... Call me Valid us" He said quickly showing his character." You have many recommendations to your name for a Parker...Indeed, what's curious is the lacking in questionable behavior. Tell me Nicodemus... Have you been behaving yourself? Or just haunt been caught yet?" He said the athletic eye could be heard whirring lightly as it no doubt sized its target up. Nicodemus' face showed confusion. "What reason would I have to misbehave? I hold a prestigious position and lead a comfortable life serving the lords of the hive and, of course, the Emperor." If Valid us knew anything about the Parker's background, he would know he was very pious. His strong faith in the God-Emperor was what had gotten him through the ordeals of his Sanctioning. "I would do nothing to risk losing it. Though it seems, if you would allow me to make an assumption, that you suspect me of something. Surely you would not have had me brought here if that were not the case. May I ask why? And of what, of course? Is it because I am a Parker? Indeed, by our very nature we all must be up to something, don't you think? Or is it something else?" Nicodemus asks, adjusting his glasses. Hidden behind their mirrored lenses, his deep blue irises took on a red glint as he watched Valid us for his reaction. "Although I personally could never comprehend it, Traitors seem to find many a reason to forgo the favor of the Emperor. However, you need not worry, we suspect you of nothing... I Have just learned through many years that a perfect record is often a cause for concern. There is no such thing as Innocence...as the saying goes" The man said before taking a seat at the other side of the plain desk in the center of the room." I have worked with Sykes before, Indeed a few...only two of which required the Emperor's Mercy...so you understand why caution with people like yourself is necessary." He said the hint in his voice clear...this man wouldn't hesitate for anything." But I suppose your waiting for the reason I've brought you here...to put it simply...You're working for the Arbutus now...congratulations" He said with that same scar ruined smile he had worn before. The Parker frowned. This was a sudden change, but there was likely nothing that could be done about it. Not that it wouldn't stop him from trying to find a way out. Still, it got him away from his masters. No more long, boring budget meetings, no more pouring over the books and accounts for endless hours. And the Arbutus helped people, didn't they? Or tried to, anyway. When they weren't corrupt and taking bribes from the gang leaders to look the other way... No, he wouldn't stand for that. Dear Emperor, he could actually be useful for once. Maybe do something to make his home hive a little better. Make his parents' neighborhood a little safer, even if it had been a good decade since he was last able to see them." Very well." Nicodemus says finally, acceptance coming over him. "But you understand that I am not the most suited for chasing down criminals?" The Parker was decidedly on the bookish side of things. "What exactly is it that you expect from me?" The man sitting across from him let out a gruff chuckle." Oh don't worry, Chasing Criminals are for those half witted Enforcers... We Arbiter go after the real threats, Heretics. Rebels. Uprisings... And Psychic Disturbances." He said suddenly getting more grave."It's the last of these that we need men like you of course" he said tapping the Data Slate perhaps unintentionally." We Investigate many crimes here on the spire.Indeed, many are truly unwholesome...However, sometimes something more insidious will transpire...more so then the norm... It is said that Sykes can sometimes feel the darkness that surrounds such cases...see things not even a keen eye of a Judge could spot...That's why we need you...It's why your here." So he was to be a divining rod for all things horrible and unnatural. Lovely. But theyneededhim. That, Nicodemus thought, was a very nice change. Maybe he could do something worthwhile here." What risks will there be?" He asks, knowing he was getting in over his head already. The Large man sitting across from him heard his question and smirked. His hand rising up to tap his forehead right where the rather notable scar was placed. Indeed, from the violent look of the scar not much else needed to be said...but he did so anyway." Psykers have short life expectancies to begin with...so I suppose there's no real cost in the long run." He said standing." So are you on board? Or do you have more questions? Or should I have them send for a Parker with more courage?" No cost for you, Nicodemus doesn't say aloud." I will work with you. Though, if you expect me to be cooperative, I suggest you not pull any more trick like dragging me from my home by armed men. We could have very easily had this conversation in a more comfortable location." The gruff man chuckled ounce more." Make no mistake, that was the kinder of options available to me. My associates wanted me to simply drug you and schedule you to be mind wiped and pressed to service...so you best behave." He said turning serious ounce more. A grim silence took the room before that same smile repaired. "That was Indeed a joke" He said with that now disturbing chuckle...was he joking? Only the emperor would know so it seemed." Here follow me, I'll take you to the debriefing room so you can meet the Arbiter you will be working with." he said opening the reinforced door and waiting. "Oh, yes, that would have been a brilliant plan. Drug the Parker so that he loses control of his faculties. And then try to mess with his head?" Though his tone was sarcastic, it wasn't in a biting manner. "I am glad you have more sense than that." He says honestly, standing and straightening his robes before following. Valid us chuckled ounce more before leading him out back into the hallway. This time the atmosphere seemed far safer than when he was being led in. Every Arbiter saluted with the sign of the Aquila the moment Valid us neared and even the various non commissioned servants bowed there head in respect. Clearly Valid us was one of particular rank...and competence considering that none seemed worried he was leading the Parker through the installation whereas before a small Team of Agents where required. It was not long before they arrive, and a thick gothic door slid open to reveal a room filled with desks covered in papers with data servitors compiling them. Towards the back corner of the room a flawless face looked up between thin framed glasses to see who had dared disturb her precious work only to immediately jump to attention with a salute." Chief Judge!.... I wasn't expecting you...who's this?" The plain dressed women said both shocked and curious. She was clearly an Arbitrator of some kind, the Uniform reflected that easily albeit it was strange to see so little armor. Whether it was just the sleek uniform or her actual figure the women certainly didn't fit the traditional Stereotype for an Arbitrator. They were meant to be aloof powerful combatants...ready to suppress the populace and what not...not .well...a bookworm." At ease.... This is your new Partner." Valid us seemed to respond with glee. The women on the other hand seemed horror-struck." Nicodemus... Meet Detective Harriet Brother. This is the women whom you will be supporting in any way that you can." Nicodemus felt his mouth go dry. This lovely and clearly intelligent woman was going to be his partner? Well, this may not be such a bad job after all... wait, Brother? Was she his daughter? Oh, this would be very interesting indeed. The Parker dips into a respectful bow. "It is an honor to meet you, Detective." "Permission to speak Judge" The women said respectfully nodding her head to Nicodemus. The Judge took in a deep breath and promptly closed the door behind them before turning back and responding." Permission GRA--" He didn't have time to finish before he had to duck as a data slate shattered itself on the wall behind his head."ARE YOU INSANE!... I WORK ALONE!... I DON'T NEED A PARTNER!" were the immediate-howled words as the composed figure completely lost it. It was as park contrast between her now in a fire rage and the unmoving unconcerned Servitors in the room."We've been through this, I understand your loss, but the fact is you CANT be continuing this investigation alone." Valid us Boomed standing tall ounce more. Indeed, now the origins of that scar of his were coming into question."YES.WE HAVE been through this.... I told you that anyone you bring in this office will NOT be capable... Iits better off I do this ALONE!" The sudden shouting made the Parker jump a bit. He took a careful step back, not wanting to be in the path of this woman's rage. For now, he simply listened, while doing his best to make it seem he wasn't. From what he could gather, the lady had lost her last partner. Nicodemus prayed he wouldn't share the same fate. The shouting continued for a short while, Indeed it was quite surprising to see the steely resolved Judge trying to calm down the women." This is UNACCEPTABLE. I REFUSE TO WORK WITH HIM!" was the last thing the women managed to say before the argument was ended with a growled command akin to bolter fire."STAND DOWN DETECTIVE!" The women jolted for perhaps a second, her mouth closing instantly." Youwillbe working with your new partner and that is an order.this is not open for negotiation, and you will accept my authority on the matter." He said before turning to the door opening it again."I'll leave you two alone so that she can debrief you on the investigation" He said walking out of the door and turning to close it." Be careful Detective he is a Sanctioned Parker" Closing it quickly enough for the Detective's Second Thrown Data Slate to shatter upon it." A PARKER!...Oh, God! Emperor Forgive me of what ever transgression I did to deserve this!" She said sitting back down in her chair with an exhausted sigh. Nicodemus raised an eyebrow at the remains of the data slate before crossing the room to stand in front of the Detective's desk. "Oh, I am certain a lady such as yourself could never have sinned so grievously to earn such a terrible fate." He says quietly. "Surely, it must be a test, to have a Parker inflicted upon you, as all the universe knows we are terrible, vile things, not to be liked, trusted, or Emperor forbid treated as people." His voice was flat as he spoke, looking down at the Harriet. She seemed to completely ignore him while he walked up to the desk, Indeed it was only after he began talking that she looked up between those glasses and let out another sigh." I swear if you're one of those self loathing types who actually believes what you just said I'll have you shot." She said before standing." Let me get this absolutely and perfectly clear..... I don't care if you're a Parker...but if you cause me any troubles because of it I will personally flay you do you understand?" She said with a glare that seemed to only just to look serious in spite of her young beauty."now... Since my father is determined to torture me with the presence of another person. You better let me know who I'm stuck with a little better...so start talking." She said in a more casual manor sitting back down. A slight smirk crossed the Parker's face." My name is Nicodemus Born." He introduced himself. "And, no, I am not one of those self loathing types. I was simply echoing the views of the general populace and hoping you would be an exception to that line of thought. I was not disappointed, and glad for it." The smirk becomes a genuine smile for a brief moment before Nicodemus became serious again. "I am sure you are wondering what my qualifications may be that got me sent here? Well, if I may be blunt, I don't believe I have any. Other than, perhaps, to help you with this paperwork and to act as some sort of divining rod for the strange and horrible. In my last position I was a bookkeeper for one of the noble families in the spire. I made certain all of their transactions and dealings were honest, and that they would always have the advantage in any deal." He paused for a moment, considering that. "I suppose that is my one strength. I have a knack for getting into places I probably shouldn't be and learning things I probably shouldn't know. While useful in business, I have a feeling that in this line of work it's more likely to get me shot, yes?" He asks, sounding a tad nervous. "And what exactly is our work, Detective?" "Before you go smiling I never said I liked Sykes" She said offhand." I just happen to be better informed than those who's only information comes from the overzealous Preachers. I know the Dangers involved.but I also know that if you went capable of controlling yourself you wouldn't have made it through sanctioning" She said offering Nicodemus a seat. She listened to his brief explanation while she shuffled papers out of the way, clearing space on her desk." What is our work?....well to get into places people don't really want us to be and find out things they really don't want us to know" She said with a grin."I'm a Detective...that means that while my friends in the Arbutus wade through the streets smashing skulls open It's because someone like me found the location to the lawbreakers HQ." She went silent for a second or so." You are right though....this line of work does tend to get you shot" Nicodemus shrugged and took the offered seat. "Then I shall settle for not being hated." He frowns a bit at that last part. "I should rather like to avoid that. Had God intended man to have more holes in him, he would have given them to us." "I would have to agree with you on that point" She said looking back down and sorting through many papers, as if searching for something." The sacred form of man was dictated by the emperor.any transgression against it is a sin...though the priests would tell you there's no greater honor then bearing a scar gained from battle with his enemies" She said reciting scripture. She seemed to give up and toss a large chunk of scrolls onto the floor to make way for another larger file." Look...I'm going to be straight with you...the last guy who had your job...he died on the case were being sent onto now...it wasn't a good death either.not from the looks of things." She said in a grim tone." Just like the last death that started the case...he was." She took a deep breath and clutched her forehead." Torn limb from limb...no witnesses....no real suspects. Hell not even a shell fired at the scene." She said starting to get frustrated."That's why your hear...were starting to think this might be something more than just a lunatic with a bolt gun like the first Autopsy suggested." IOC:Spoiler Hide I posted but for some reason it's not showing up that I posted? Interesting...hopefully this fixes the issue. IOC:Spoiler Hide Wow, I didn't even see this had updated until now. I'm just about dead on my feet right now, but I will post tomorrow, I promise. Sorry about the delay. Ooc:Spoiler Hide It's not a problem :P obviously the thread decided to rebel. Post whenever your ready Nicodemus goes a bit pale. He thought he could deal with the idea of being shot at. But being torn apart was considerably less appealing. The Parker sat back, thinking over what he'd been told. The last attack was worse than the first. More brutal. And this time they did not use any guns. That was unusual, and worrisome. "So it is escalating? I do not wish to jump to hasty conclusions, but I presume you believe there is some sort of sorcery involved?" Of course, they did, why else bring in a Parker? But some things simply weren't said aloud, even if every one knew them to be true. Still, Nicodemus wanted it confirmed. He needed to hear it. Needed to be certain. "It's not so much as escalating...as we have realized that all the evidence we had collected was biased and unfounded." She said slapping a data slate on the table."That's the first Medical report...it can basically be summed up to.' Oh.the guy was splattered all over the walls.what could do that? A bolt gun... Must have been that then'... Unfortunately for the lower hives investigations tend to end frequently in this manor.It's just how the Enforcers work...fewer questions means less bad news" She said with a sigh." Unlike them.we do not presume anything.... Well at least I do not...your hear to help determine if there is indeed malign influence.and to help combat it if it's there." "I will work to the best of my abilities." The Parker promises. "Where should we begin, then?" He asked next. "Interviewing any witnesses? The original investigators perhaps? Or would starting at the scenes be best, in your opinion?" Nicodemus was not fond of the last option. That meant getting out into the lower hive where it was dangerous, and didn't murderers have a habit of returning to the scene of a crime? "The original investigators were not named in the report." She said through gritted teeth." Hell half the bloody forms from the original investigation ART there... A common thing amongst the local law enforcement...Indeed, it was only until lone of our Arbitrators was targeted did we take real notice.and so found the potential threat." She said rubbing your head." The fact of the matter is...we really DON'T know how far this could have gone.the only reason we looked in on the first attack documented is because the word 'Bolt gun' came up in the report...who knows how many times this has happened and just wasn't recorded properly." She said before seemingly giving up that scary line of thought." Considering the reports are useless.we need first-hand information... If its malign we won't be able to tell unless we take you to the place in question anyway" She said reaching into a desk drawer and taking out a curious booklet." This is a temporary Jurisdiction certificate... If we are separated this is what gives you the jurisdiction of an Arbitrator detective...and likewise keeps you from being shot" She said rather seriously." Before we go, is there anything else you think you'll need?" Nicodemus thinks. "I was curious as to where I might be living now? And if I might be able to gather some of my things before we go?" His current lodgings had been, modestly, furnished by the family that had hired him. Of course, now he was working for the Arbiters. He prayed there wouldn't be some sort of barracks involved. Maybe they would just let him stay put? That would be a drain on the family's resources, though. HE knew they would not be happy if that were the case. Ooc:Spoiler Hide your post isn't showing up...but I can read that its there in the posting history so...yea very odd. "We will be staying at an Arbitrator holding further down the hive, there mostly unused until we are conducting an investigation in the area and require rapid response for the investigation. That's where we will be staying...they will need a day to set it up and ensure that it's properly set up for our investigation so you have time to get the bare essentials. Is that everything?" "I suppose." She had told him what she could have the investigation. He had no options of getting out of this job, so there was no point asking about it. All that was left was to get to work. "Where should I meet you once I have collected my things?" Or would she not allow him to leave on his own, Nicodemus wondered. "I'll send a patrol car for you and collect you at your home. That should be enough." She said before reaching up to her ear and something." Were done, you can send someone in to collect him now." She said obviously through some kind of communication device as it was meet seconds before two heavily armored guards walked in." The squad car will be at your house at around 9 o'clock...knowing them they will probably raid the place at 9:05, so I suggest you don't sleep in." She said before standing."Goodbye, Nicodemus.I'll see you tomorrow" She said finally before he was lead out. "Goodnight, Detective." He gives another respectful bow before turning and leaving. Spoiler Hide Shall I assume a time skip, or do you have something more interesting planned? Ooc:Spoiler Hide I was going to time skip, however I'm going to let you make a few rolls. These roles are going to reflect what potential things you can draw upon from your prior occupation and potential favors amassed. To make this a little more interesting than just rolling. You may make four tests against 3 different stats. You then total your number of successes / failures from those roles and put them in the 4 areas mentioned. Obviously the more successes / failures in an area means the more you get out of said area. Influence: Either through bribery, sheer force or blackmail you have accumulated at least some degree of influence over the nobles of the house you work for. Respect: Perhaps you impressed them with knowledge, strength at arms or saved there hide you have garnered respect from the noble house. Relation: Perhaps it was your long stay, or maybe you were just that remarkable...maybe you seduced one of the family members. In any case you have managed to ensure that you will be missed or likewise are considered a family friend. Material: The nobles have vast savings and as such can afford to pay handsomely, perhaps you worked above and beyond there expectations? In any case they have blessed you with either fine items or well sort after coin. NOTE: depending on what attribute you put where implies how you got it / failed it. Any bonuses you put forward for an attribute test is fine if you can explain it. Spoiler Hide And which stats should I test against? My choice? Or do you decide? Either way, I think I can get the rolls out of the way now. Set 1 (1d100)[24] (1d100)[38] (1d100)[31] (1d100)[70] Set 2 (1d100)[65] (1d100)[41] (1d100)[31] (1d100)[44] Set 3 (1d100)[25] (1d100)[77] (1d100)[3] (1d100)[53] If it is my choice, I'll choose my top three attributes, of course. Willpower (37) Weapon Skill (36) and Fellowship (31). Ooc:Spoiler Hide You choose the attributes, but I think I wasn't clear enough :P, sorry. The idea is you make 4 rolls. You then choose which stats there rolling off. e.g I choose to roll off fellowship willpower and toughness. Toughness is my best so ill roll twice against it. Say I pass by 2, 3, -2, 1 degrees for each respectively. I then choose to put those in each of the four sections. Say I want a lot of influence? Ill put three in that one. Relations? nah, don't need it, I put the one in there. Respect? 2 material? don't care about it at all, so I put the -1 there. :) you may reroll if you like or just use the top four rolls. Spoiler Hide I'll just take the first 4 rolls from up there, to be fair. I'll put the 24 against my 37 for 1. The 38 against the 36 for 0. The 31 against the 31 for 0. And the 70 against the 37 again for -3. Ouch. I'll put the 1 in Relations, and the -3 in Material. I guess they were stingy with him. Fits, I think. IOC:Spoiler Hide Sounds good here's the results :P Your years working for the Adamantine Noble family have been rather ill productive in retrospect. They purchased you services through influence on various organizations and as such could afford to pay you pennies for your services. Indeed, regardless of the dirt you accumulated for them, they remained impenetrable by your efforts, while owing no favors and commanding no respect you at least stayed on an even footing. The only real good thing that came out of it all was one particular relationship. You managed to befriend the youngest son of the noble house. Turning 15 in the next few months you could be said to be his only non-noble born friend, and indeed he has on occasion bragged about having his own personal Parker on the odd occasion he wasn't urged to silence by his other family members.effect: You gain one free common contact in the form of the young noble boy. You have various common belongings that would be expected of a middle river. Everything you own is of poor quality and average or lower availability not including gear. i.e. the food is bad your spare clothes worn and second hand and you don't even technically own the furniture. After a fitful night's sleep, Nicodemus Born awoke early to pack. It didn't take him long to father what few things he truly owned and put them in his bag. Just a few spare robes, the comm bead he scraped and saved for just to make his work a bit easier, and his one luxury: a set of dice. The Parker was particularly fond of games of chance. Dice couldn't be read, like people. They couldn't be predicted. It was true risk and to him, it was thrilling. His flak coat, he wore instead of packing it with the rest of his clothes. Not knowing where he would end up today, the bit of armor it provided may turn out to be a blessing. Nicodemus intended to be prepared for whatever he might face, and so he also wore his weapons. The Parker had accumulated a number of weapons since his sanctioning. Some he bought out of necessity, like the cheap compact leis pistol he tucked into his belt at the small of his back, others were more for status and show, like the sword he wore high up on his left side. That kept it within EAY reach, but also kept it hidden under the long coat. Nicodemus also carried a staff. It was a simple length of steel. A humble thing, most often carried by traveling pilgrims. A symbol of piety and devotion. And not half bad for bashing heads in, if it came to that. His last weapon was the most important, though Nicodemus prayed every day he would never need to use it. A knife, new and sharp, with the eye of the Adepts Astra Telepathic forming the cross guard. It was a Guyana Mercy Blade, such that was given to all Sykes who survive the rites of Sanctioning. It was not something given to protect the newly trained Sykes, not a sign of respect or congratulations. Furthermore, it was given to them in case they failed. Every Sanctioned Parker was trained, indoctrinated, even programmed, that if they should ever lose control, their last conscious act would be to take the blade and plunge it into their own hearts. The knife, too, was tucked into Nicodemus' belt. He kept it out of sight, but within easy reach. By 8:50 Nicodemus was standing on his front doorstep, his bag slung over one shoulder, leaning on his staff and waiting for the patrol car to come and take him away to his new life. The Patrol car came into view a long way off, indeed it was hard to miss. The blue hover craft traveled slowly and near the ground the antigravity plates beneath it making an odd humming sound as the vehicle neared and slowly parked outside. Indeed, it didn't so much as park as land with a short jolt. It was sleek in manufacture though it was easy to tell it was not simply a transport vehicle Mounted on the top was unmistakably some form of twin linked heavy stubbed. The Vehicle itself was large enough to fit a good 6 people comfortably with room to spare, this was more apparent when the sides of it lifted almost completely to reveal seats sitting back to back down the middle. Within were Two Arbitrators and 4 empty seats, the cockpit sectioned off except for a small screen." Glad your early, get your stuff inside, and we can head off right away" One of the Men spoke rather plainly, yet not hostile.a nice change. Nicodemus nods and climbs inside. The Parker takes an empty seat, placing his bag at his feet and laying his staff across his lap. He checked the inner pocket of his coat, making certain he had the Jurisdiction Certificate Detective Brother had given him the day before. Satisfied he had everything he owned with him, he nodded again to the man who had spoken. "Let's go, then." The Patrol car slowly closed itself and whirred and hummed. Indeed, Nicodemus could only really feel the vehicle speed up and turn. Though the view ports on the side of the vehicle showed them rising many meters. It was a bit disconcerting but nothing compared to his sanctioning or the horrific memories on board the black ships." What's Terra like?" the question was most unexpected and the other Arbitrator quickly elbowed the man who had asked." What? I don't care if he's a Parker or not...He's been on Terra...THE Terra" The man said staring through his visor." I heard that there are whole spires worth of banners each with the names of a hundred heroes inscribed upon them. That when a hero dies serving the emperor they etch his name on those banners...is that true?" He pushed the other Arbitrator clearly just as curious for the Sykes answer. Nicodemus was quiet for a long time, thinking back to the time he has spent on the holy planet. Much of what he remembered was the brutal ordeal of his sanctioning, but once he had been allowed to venture out, to walk the path of a pilgrim. Eventually he nods. "Yes, it's true. I have seen the banners of which you speak. They line a golden causeway, a bridge a mile long, leading to a gate that opens into the Imperial Palace itself." He stares ahead, his eyes unfocused. His hand grips his staff, the same he'd carried to help him make that long walk. A small smile crosses his face as he recalls the feeling of standing there, amongst the throng of other pilgrims, in one of the holiest places in all the Imperium. The men were enraptured, the one who asked awe inspired." See I told you.It's as the priests say.no man who dies for the emperor dies forgotten" He said holding his shotgun proudly." I wasn't disagreeing with the priests, just that some of the stories might be a little overexaggerated..." He said going quiet." I bet whatever Arbitrators are stationed there are equipped with the finest of equipment.walking around with golden shotguns.or Flamers!..yea because Fire purges sin and all that." The other spoke up again." Nah... I doubt there are even Arbitrators there. I mean.you're living on the same planet as the Emperor.who would break his Law with him so close by? The planets probably scoured of sin just by his presence." the Other interjected.Indeed, they continued talking amongst themselves over what they believed Terra could be like. Soon however the hovercraft began to come to a halt, the landing feeling like a slight bump before the sides of the vehicle opened up again and the two soldiers stepped out ready. Dectective Brother was there though in her usual uniform a servitor quickly piling into the vehicle with an assortment of bags strapped to its back along with one or two suitcases." Nice to see you again Nicodemus" She said stepping into the vehicle and sitting down." I trust you had no trouble packing?" Nicodemus looked down and shifted his single bag slightly with one foot. "None at all." He admits, before glancing at the heavily laden servitor. "And I see that you had help with your packing." He notes with an amused smile. Part of him wondered how she could afford so much, though. Did detective work pay so well? Or was it because of her father's prestige? Brother look to her bags and then to his and looked a little flummoxed before shaking her head and dismissing it." I didn't need any help, most of it is just files and data relevant to the case" She said as the doors began to close. The servitor just stared blankly at the floor, having laid the luggage out on the seats near him and sat perfectly still and silent. Servitors were very very sometimes. The Hover craft took off and began to pick up speed, it was obviously that were ever they were going was a long way down and rather far from the noble spires." I trust the Noble family you were with did not voice objections to your new assignment?" Brother inquired. "Young Master Lions was sad to see me go. I must admit, I will miss him as well. He is growing up to be a decent young man. His parents, though, will not miss me. I am certain they have already found a replacement. I doubt he will be able to do my job half as well." The Parker frowns, already beginning to miss the life he'd just left behind. It had been boring and practically thankless, but it had been safe, and he was fairly well taken care of, at least by the standards of the Hive. Now he was heading off into untold danger with only the contents of a backpack to his name. The pack wasn't even full. It was a great deal of time indeed, The trip was perhaps an hour or two constantly spreading out and sinking deeper into the pts of the hives. Traveling through vast tunnels and massive geo-blocks. With Every Layer they sunk the stench of the underhives grew closer. No more where there beautiful banners about like in the upper hives, instead masses of people beyond imagining...each toiling in their own way. Soon they arrived at what was no doubt some form of chapel built around a bunker or sorts. It was raised up on a small spire of metal, in the middle of a vast gaping hole in the Hives structure, indeed the Spire itself was anchored in by hundreds of thick iron tethers and thick metal supports. All of which sharpened to obviously deter people from trying to cross them. The only way to the structure by foot seemed to be an archaic metallic draw bridge Indeed the place was built to be well defended...a small bastion down in the hives." Looks like where here.... Have they gathered everything I requested?" She said first to Nicodemus and second to the other Orbits aboard." The Squad car has been provided, Extra plating of course...there were already vast stock of ammunition within and although the pilot will be taking this craft back we will be the installation guard while you are absent" Said the older man from before." Good" Brother responded as the Hover Craft landed on the flat surface on the bunkers' rooftop." This place was meant to house a squad of Arbutus in this section of the hive...Indeed, it's a testimony to how pitiful the place is when even we have given up hope on it." She said as the craft opened its doors and the stench of a billion shuffling, toiling men and women wafted by. Nicodemus recoiled a bit from the stench of bodies pressed close together. It had been a long time since he had come down from the spire, and he could never remember coming this deep into the underhive. "It seems we will be well protected, here." He notes, looking over the defenses. The drawbridge looked to him like something out of some storybook set on one of those backwards feudal worlds. "We had best be protected here" Brother said with a smirk as the soldiers quickly moved ahead, no doubt to set up the proper security such an installation required." This place is a bastion, a point of defensive in the Hive In case rebellions were to arrive... Were setting up here because it's easy...and because the reactivation of these bastions defenses might scare the surrounding populace into being cooperative" She said more seriously, Them slowly walking through the facility. The hallways themselves were built for a single purpose, to provide plenty of cover and firing positions for whomever set up within its belly. The place itself was designed for the concept of defending against attack, so the barricades at the end of hallways didn't look out of place. The middle of the facility was little more than a large circle with data banks rising up out of the floor, obviously retractable in times of war." Our Rooms will be over there, feel free to choose one of the larger rooms" She had said, The other Two soldiers having hurried off to check the outer defensive perimeter while the servitor had moved all her luggage to the center command station and hooked itself into the Data banks, slowly preforming the sacred machine rites of activation of the facility. With a nod, the Parker moved off in the direction indicated and does indeed select one of the larger rooms for himself. She had offered it to him and in this place, he was going to take whatever small luxuries could. However, Nicodemus avoids taking the largest room, assuming Detective Brother would want it. He'll leave his bag in the room before exiting again.

Dark Heresy - Dark Paths.|rating:4.0

Taste the Light (Kikikat and Tom)

The Temple of the Light was on a hill, towering over the city as a forbidding, disapproving icon of purity and sainthood. The Warriors of the Light, the martial wing, had a long barracks down one side of the complex, but the paladins lived in the temple proper, cloistered amongst the bare, winding corridors. The temple complex was intended to hold tens of thousands, so the few hundred that held it now, after the coming of the Ailment, meant that solitude within the passages and tunnels was easy to find. The city, since the coming of the Ailment, was divided in two. One small slice had been recovered, the inhabitants of the city squeezed into it. The rest of the city was a wilderness, hundreds of miles of magically-reinforced buildings, hosting monsters and traps and whatever other madness the mages had done under the delirium of the Ailment. The lands outside were the same, trackless forests and jungles and wastelands infested with magical lifeforms that humans were almost powerless against. Towns had rebuilt themselves out there, but lived in a state of almost permanent siege for the most part. The temple helped defend the walls and the people from threats both physical and spiritual. Balanced in power against the Guilds and the Lords of the city, they provided the core of the city watch and captained the guardhouses at the gate. The Paladins of the Light were powerful, drawing on abilities given to them by the light, healing and holy fire together streaming from their fingertips. It was a hard duty. The city ran on a current of lust and gold, the populace not welcoming of attempts to regulate their desires. The paladins, too, were normal people, the strength of their service and dedication not always enough to shield them from their own desires. Paladins had fallen in the past. Helena Lilac was lucky. She had been nothing more than an orphan street rat when the temple monks had found her seeking shelter and food in one of their storage rooms. While the punishment for her theft had been severe, they had not thrown her back on the street. They had made her a servant, a trainee and finally a warrior of the Light, when she had proved herself worthy. She had lived in the temple since she was a child, leaving only on temple duty. Helena had always been a boyish girl, with short dark hair and light green eyes. Even when she started maturing into a full-figured woman she had not left her boyishness aside. She rode. She wrestled. Furthermore, she fought. And when there was no physical activity to engage her, she prayed. Her life was that of the temple. She had never felt love for anyone but the gods. In fact, she didn't even know that she was a stunning beauty. In the temple, no one cared for worthy matters. Wanda Dale was one of those who were practically the face of the temple. Curved, busty and wide-hipped, softly pretty, she was startlingly attractive when in the figure-hugging silver armor that the Paladins wore. Large, gentle blue eyes and striking long blond hair contrasted with the harshness of the temple background. She'd come from a wealthy family. Two older sisters made all the political marriages the family needed... the temple was the usual destination for noble women who had no other acceptable offers. She'd taken to the life quite happily, dedicated and eager... but there was always something missing from her world, something she sought without even knowing it. It was this empty space that preyed on her mind as she stepped into the small library attached to the building block that held her rooms. It was normally empty at this time of day, and she always enjoyed the quiet and the opportunity to lose herself in a book. Helena was reading. While she had learned to read at an early age, she wasn't very interested in old tomes and book learning. But if it was one thing you learned at the temple, it was being humble and striving to be better. So, Helena was struggling with an account of ancient battles, something that interested her more than most of the other books. She was dressed in a simple sleeveless white tunic with no belt. It reached all the way down to mid-thigh, almost to her knees. She was barefoot; so walking across the cold stone floor was terrible (but good for one's character). Now, she had curled her legs underneath herself, while reading. Wanda stopped as she saw a figure at one of the little reading tables amongst the dusty aisles." Oh, I do apologize," she blurted, the response instinctive. "I did not realize someone would be in here..." She was in similar clothing, a light draping of a thin tunic, meant to go under her armor, and a pair of new sandals that could be kicked off in a hurry. A massive book was clutched in her arms. Helena smiled and shrugged. "No need to apologise, sister. This library isn't mine, nor the book for that matter. Please...come in. You're not interrupting." Helena wrinkled her nose slightly, it had a minor trace of freckles on it. "In fact I can't remember anything at all from the last page, so I think I wasn't even reading at all." She giggled. Wanda just stood and stared as Helena looked up. She had an expression that suggested that someone had hit her from behind with some kind of heavy implement, wide-eyed and stunned. After a second she blinked, swallowed, and nodded." Erm. Yes. Thank you." She snapped her stare away, realizing she was looking rather foolish, if not rude, and then walked to a nearby table and sat down. The book plumped to the table with a thud that echoed through the unadorned room, and then opened with a distinct creak. Wanda leaned forward to stare unseeing at the first page. Helena reread the last paragraph, then looked over at the other girl. There was something fascinating about her. She had never been thought how to admire the beauty of other people, nor herself. But this girl...she was like she had imagined the princesses of the old sagas. She looked back at her own book, but only read a few words this time, before looking to the other table again. If caught looking, she'd just smile and bite her lower lip shyly. Wanda looked up, caught the smile, smiled back instinctively with genuine warmth, then blushed hotly and snapped her gaze back down to the book. She didn't know what was wrong with herself, she was behaving like... like... a foolish girl. A foolish girl that had been smiled at by a boy for the first time. She tried to bury the thought without examining it, but it continued to nudge itself into her consciousness. Helena continued to glance at the 'princess'. She had no idea that what she was doing was called 'flirting'. She ran her hand through her short, dark hair; for a moment self-conscious about how she looked. Furthermore, she hadn't really seen herself in a mirror in years. Just the reflection in a pool when bathing or taking a drink of water from a river. Last time she checked, she had been dirty and grimy from days on horseback. She was clean now though. Her skin was light in most areas, almost having never been exposed to the sun. Her face and hands were darker, and there were faint scars where she had been injured in countless fights. None, that had ruined her looks though. Suddenly, she spoke up. Not knowing why. "Have you ever tried the Falcon? It's in this book....a fighting style." Wanda had little more knowledge about the flirting process than Helena. All she knew was that each time her eyes met those of the beautiful woman, she felt a shock run through her. She visibly started when Helena suddenly spoke." Wh...? I mean, no." Compelled by a desire inside her, she could no more resist than fly, she pushed herself to her feet and moved over to the other's table." May... may I see?" When the girl moved over, Helena looked at her as if admiring a beautiful painting. It was as if she didn't care or knew that this 'painting' was looking back. She seemed to be especially admiring the brush-strokes that made up Wanda's lips and eyes. She edged closer, so the two girls were shoulder to shoulder, actually touching. Helena indicated some simple illustrations, the adjoining text was quite extensive. "Mummy.... I think she's holding the sword down behind her with one hand. It's a shieldless style...the other hand goes over the abdomen....only used for balance and when parrying..." Wanda leaned forward, trying to focus on the drawings rather than the closeness of the beautiful woman next to her. She was acutely conscious of the woman's stare, and how meeting her eyes caused her own mouth to become dry. She swallowed again, and tried to think of a pertinent comment." It... um... looks very graceful. I think... it would need... good balance?" she fumbled. It didn't help her concentration when their shoulders brushed, bare skin intensely soft. "Let's try!" Helena looked up, into Wanda's eyes. Their faces were awkwardly close, having read from the same book. "Uhm..." Helena looked over the other girl's shoulder and found a shield with two old swords on a rack. It was just a decoration, but enough for practice. "Come." Helena took Wanda's hand, dragging her along like two kids going to play, not practice for deadly combat. She picked the swords down and handed one to the beautiful blonde. "Which style do you normally use? I shifted from long sword and shield to a heavy two-handed sword a year back." Helena tried positioning herself like the drawing. Legs a bit a part. Arm and sword pointing back and down in an angle, like a Falcon's tail. The fabric of her tunic clung tightly to her body. Hard nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Wanda was still a little disoriented from the unaccustomed emotions running through her. Still, the familiar feel of the hilt in her hand centered her, and she sank into a ready stance, responding automatically to the aggressive falcon stance with a deep, balanced stance, legs wide and sword held in both hands, parallel to the ground behind her. The arch of her chest thrust her large breasts out against the tunic, head up and full bottom arched out." I prefer a lighter two-handed sword," she answered. "Long mountain style." Helena smiled, a slight blush to her cheeks. They playful smile on her face was a strong contrast to their aggressive poses. Helena eyed Wanda from head to toe. "I can tell...with the curve on the back of your thighs, you must have practiced that fighting stance a lot." Helena started circling Wanda, then figured she'd surprise her by making a sudden, early move. She let the hand on her abdomen slide out and up, wrist slightly bent. She was like a dancer, only moving much quicker.(IOC: We're going to have to do this slow motion for the movie version of this scene...) Then she twirled around, the sword sliding around in a full, small circle, then in a wider semicircle, having picked up speed. The move might send Wanda's sword flying, if she was really lucky. Of course, in a real combat she'd take a step closer first, sending the sword at her opponent's neck. The advantage of the balanced style was how quickly it could shift. Her cheeks still red from the comment on her thighs, Wanda leaned back and flicked the sword forward....the bird flees... It arced down and then up, the blade catching Helena's to redirect the energy upwards. Her feet shifted, the front one drawing back, then the back one stamping forward, the blade abruptly snapping down to hurtle at Helena's blade....the mountain falls... It was a powerful strike, normally aimed at the top of the opponents head. This time, though, it was at Helena's blade, hoping to knock it from her hands with the power. Helena was surprised by the counter move. Especially using this fighting style that she had only read about a few minutes ago and never used before. Her sword slammed into the cold stone floor. She had been unable to hold onto it, in spite her strength." Ouchhhh!" Helena cried out, bending over, holding her sword hand underneath the other. Blood was dripping down between her fingers. "You...disarmed me...no one has done that since I was a....kid." Wanda darted forward, the sword clattering to the ground as she reached out for Helena." Oh no, oh no, I'm sorry... here, let me..." She gently took hold of the arm near the elbow with one hand, the other cupping both of Helena's hands. She ignored the blood that dripped onto her fingers as she bowed her head, muttering under her breath. Abruptly a prickling heat flooded from her hands into Helena's arm, accompanied by a yellow flash of light. Pain and injury were swept away, replaced by a slight numbness and deep ache that slowly faded. The skin was unblemished. Wanda's concern made Helena smile. She watched the other girl invoke her healing powers with amused interest. Helena didn't mind the pain. "In any case... I don't think...we should fight in the library anymore." Helena said. "If they see us...." By 'they' she meant the elder monks and paladins. When the wound healed and the warmth spread, Helena found some of it going up to her face and some of it...down her body. She had been healed before, but never felt like this. "Oh...thanks....much better." They stood close now. Helena was going to pick up the sword again, and put it back, but she didn't want to ruin this moment. Wanda smiled shyly, looking up at Helena with red cheeks. She nodded at the girl's words." Yes, imagine if old Leda saw us. We would never hear the end of it. I heard that she wants to resurrect the cropping tradition for the novices." Helena's arm felt exquisitely cool under her hands. The moment she thought this, she realized just how intimate their close position and contact was and almost jumped away, blushing even more." I, her, I, yes..." she stammered and quickly bent to pick up the swords. Helena watched Wanda pick up the swords and hang them in place. The procedure gave her a very good idea what Wanda looked like underneath the tunic. Helena didn't understand why this was of interest to her. Her feelings were alien...she didn't understand them. She closed the book and put it back where it belonged, then figured she should be heading back to her room. She moved near Wanda...took her hand....brought it up to her full lips and kissed it. "Thank you." Then she ran off, barefoot along the stone halls. All the way back to her room. Her heart was pounding, but it was not from running. Wanda stood in startled shock as Helena vanished, then giggled out loud. Startled in turn as the giggle rang through the room, she spun on her heel and scurried off as well. She was blushing like a novice and clutching her hand to herself as she ducked into the tiny room she was allotted. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a bewildered daydream on her bed. The massive bell on the temple tower thundered with the call to the evening meal. Wanda wasn't hungry in the slightest, something having taken away her appetite, but she headed for the food halls away, hoping to see Helena there. She had no idea what she was going to say to her, but she couldn't wait to see her again. Helena lay on her bed, looking out the small window, high up on the wall, where all she could see through the iron bars was a small patch of sky. She lay thinking about what had happened, sorting out her emotions. Then for the first time, she slid her hand over her body, on top of her tunic, to touch herself without any good reason. Maybe somewhere in the back of her mind, but not consciously, she imagined it was that beautiful princess. Her physical feelings confused her even more, and with the evening bell chiming, she was interrupted before having any chance to think and feel them properly. Helena hurried won for the hall, lining up near the basins to wash her hands and face. Wanda lurked near the basins, ostensibly examining one of the forbidding statues that occupied some of the bigger hallways. Spotting Helena, she scurried over to join the line behind her, smiling a nervous greeting." Hello, um, again," she said softly, before turning to scoop up some water as they drew level with some of the basins. The crowd milling around was surprisingly noisy, considering the silence of the rest of the building, so their speech was fairly well drowned out. "Oh, hello." Helena smiled warmly. She felt her heart beat faster again. She suddenly felt clumsy and award, wondering how she looked herself. But all she knew was that her face was wet. She dried herself with one of the cloths hanging here for that purpose. "I'm starving." she blurted out. "You're going to eat too? I mean, of course you are. I mean...would you like to sit somewhere...with me?" Her jade green eyes were shining, dark eyelashes batting fast, arched by thin dark eyebrows. "Yes," Wanda responded, a little too quickly, then flashed an embarrassed smile." I mean... if you want..." She dried her own face and, oblivious of anyone else, followed Helena into the main hall where they found a seat at one end of the long tables. Bowls thumped down in front of them, followed by ladles of the thin stew that was usually lunch and dinner for the temple dedicated. Loaves of fresh bread were already arrayed down the center of the tables, as were pitchers of water and thin wine. Helena sat opposite Wanda. "My name is Helena, if you didn't know..." She offered Wanda some bread before taking a piece herself. Helena was less than refined in her manner of eating. She dipped the bread in the stew and ate as much as she cold with her fingers, using the spoon as little as possible. She would often lick and suck on her fingers. When she burped, she giggled. In many ways, a very childish girl. 'Wanda." Wanda was entranced by Helena's eating... she'd never seen anyone have so much fun with her food before, and it spoke of a confidence and a lack of concern for other's opinions that she found rather alluring. The mental images that flashed when Helena licked her fingers was something she just tried to ignore. Her own eating habits were more reserved, a cautious dipping of the spoon, small mouthfuls and gentle chewing. Helena looked over at Wanda several times while they ate. She offered small smiles, shyly chewing on her full lower lip when she wasn't chewing on the stew. She scraped her bowl with the last piece of her bread and finished it in one big bite." So...uhm...what are you doing now... Wanda?" It was the first time she had used her name. It felt nice saying it. Wanda. Wanda. Wanda. Helena had some stew on her chin, but didn't seem to notice. "I am due to be on patrol on the outer wall this eve," Wanda answered. Suddenly, spurred by a thought she wasn't even aware having, she reached out to smudge away the line of stew from Helena's chin. Blushing, surprised by her own forwardness, she let her eyes drop and sucked the trace from her thumb, then glanced up and smiled. Helena gasped. She had been picked up, thrown, pushed and hit in just about every way possible. But she had névé been touched gently like this. A warmth spread across her face, matched by a more secret feeling down there." Oh....uhm... You are? I have the night off... I guess for prayer or quiet study. MMM...maybe I could bring you some warm broth or something, if you like? I'm sure the kitchen won't mind me taking some for our vigilant guards." "I will be... very happy if you would join me there. The guards are not supposed to have visitors, but this has never really been applied to the knights. Besides, I am just there to bring heart to the soldiers... two of us would surely bring even more heart." She smiled with the last words... it was justification that probably shouldn't be on the lips of a Paladin, but it sounded heartfelt anyway. Helena smiled. "Great! See you there." She briefly touched Wanda's hand, then rose from her seat. The young holy warrior left to get ready, taking more time than usual. Making sure her sword and armor were cleaned, as well as her clothing. When she was done, she was quite the sight. Figure-hugging scales and plates. Flowing cape. A massive sword on her back. It was a contrast to her boyish face with the feminine eyes and lips. Wanda's armor was similar, gleaming silver plates over shining mail, trimmed with white tabard and linings and topped with a long, sweeping cloak. She was an intimidating sight as she strode along the outer wall, the armor turned reddish by the flickering torches that sat in brackets every few meters. A sword similar to Helena's, but narrower and shorter, hung across her back behind a small buckler designed to protect against arrows and other projectiles. Despite all the martial finery, she still looked undeniably feminine, especially with the long blond hair and the noticeable sway to her hips. She'd also spent the hour before her duty on the wall obsessively cleaning her armor and fussing over practically imaginary marks on the trimming. A vague hint of perfume, rare in the orders and certainly not something she'd normally be wearing, followed her along as she moved. There was quite a bit of noise as Helena moved along the wall. Stealth was certainly nothing they valued greatly. She spotted Wanda from a distance and tried to mask her enthusiasm and delight somewhat. She looked up to see the sky growing darker, the first few stars beginning to appear. Wanda was like one of them, distant and beautiful. But with each step Helena took closer, Wanda become more and more like the sun. Radiant and quite overpowering. As she stepped all the way up, Wanda could probably see Helena's nostrils flaring slightly as she picked up the new scent, maybe not even consciously. Helena wanted to say something to Wanda...something nice...but didn't know what. "Your equipment seems to be in order, sister." Wanda flushed and glanced down, evidently taking the compliment the way it was intended." Thank you, Sister. Yours... surely is touched by the light." She was entranced again by the strength and confidence inherent in Helena's movements. Helena looked up again from Wanda's pretty face. "Looks like it will be a beautiful night." Helena had always liked watching the sky. There was so much suffering down here on the ground. She walked with Wanda, slowly. "It's odd how our paths haven't crossed before." The metaphor made her wonder if they were crossing only to move in opposite direction, or going alongside. Some paths were joined to become bigger roads. Wanda held off answering as they passed one of the guards staring out into the twilight. She rested a hand on his shoulder and he turned, his answering grin white in the dimming light, before he turned back to his vigil. A few steps on, Wanda nodded." Yes, it is." She paused a moment before continuing." I'm... glad they have, though." She wondered if she should say something about the way she had been feeling. "Yeah, me too." Helena said. She noticed how the breeze had taken some of Wanda's loose strands of hair. Maybe she should grow hair like that too. "I've never really had a friend here." She wrinkled her nose at her own use of the word friend. In a way that was not what she had meant. "...or anything like that..."" I mean, I hardly know anything about being a girl. Most the other knights are guys or much older women. I kinda I feel I could tell you about my dreams...my hopes and desires. Thinks like that. If I knew them myself..." Wanda paused in her steady tread and half-turned to Helena." I... feel the same way. It is like you are explaining my mind. In... everything you said." She spoke with a slight hint of wonderment, and then with a shy smile as she blurted the last out." I... think... more than a friend though..." Helena stood staring into Wanda's eyes. There was a long pause, after she had spoken. Wanda seemed to have taken some kind of step and Helena wanted to follow. She was at a loss for words and anything she might say, might be the wrong step in this strange dance. What do you mean more than friend? Instead, she moved closer...leaning in. If Wanda wanted, she could do the same. Or she could turn and continue walking...and nothing would have happened. No award words or explanations spoken. Wanda froze for a second, then moving quickly as if she was afraid the chance would be missed, she least in as well, bringing her lips up to Helena's, eyes half-closing. They were between torches, the dim light only showing a pair of female paladins leaning in to talk quietly. The first moment before they lip touched was a bit award, but when they actually kissed, Helena closed her eyes. It was a childish kiss, simple even if it lasted long. Two set of soft lips touching, pressing gently against each other. It was Helena's first kiss, and a defining moment for her. When the kiss was over, Helena briefly tasted her own lips before opening her bedroom eyes. "Oh...that...was...nice." Wanda practically giggled, the sound odd from the stern armored woman. She nodded, her eyes bright." Yes. Yes, it truly was." She went quiet for a moment, biting her lip like a schoolgirl, then shook her head slightly." What... what do we do now?" "Uh.... I don't know... I truly have no idea..." Helena looked at the beautiful girl, and knew exactly what she wanted - but it was not a long term plan. "Kiss again." She leaned in to share another kiss, briefer but more passionate. "I think I'm in love with you." Helena whispered. Wanda felt a thrill sparkle through her at the words, even more than from the second kiss." Me too," she whispered back. "But it's not allowed. We will be excommunicated..." She stepped back and turned away as there was a clatter from a little way along the wall... another figure in bulky silver armor, stepping forward to stare out over the Wild lands. It was hard to tell who it was from here. "Yes.... I know." Helena said sadly. "We better not--" she was cut off by the sound of someone approaching. She had tears in her eyes, but they were not falling down her cheeks. Maybe in another life. The man that approached was massive, his armor practically bulging over his muscles. There were rumors he had seen action during the Ailment, although that would make him a couple of hundred years old... he was gray and grizzled, but nowhere near that age. He paused when he saw the two girls, staring at them searchingly, then turned to look out at the darkness." Sister Helena. I was not aware you would be on duty tonight." His voice had a bass rumble and a gravelly edge, too many years of yelling across parade grounds and battlefields. A white scar ran from the corner of one eye down to the corner of his mouth. The scar twisted disturbingly as he spoke. "I was restless...uneasy." Helena replied. She wasn't lying, just withholding more of the truth. "But we're trying to give heart to the soldiers." She smiled. "You don't think we can expect trouble, do you? Are the monsters stirring under the stars?"" "Every night." The voice was flat, just stating simple fact." Every night they seek a way in. Every night the darkness moves." He turned to stare at them again, looking from one to the other in turn. His name was Been... if he had a first name, nobody knew it. There was a faint creak as his gauntlet shifted on the pommel of the sword at his waist, and then he looked back out at the darkness again." They seek doorways into the soul, as well as the wall. I'm told that the things we do, the things forbidden by the light, open such doorways." The large man turned on his heel, then leaned against the wall and pulled a small bottle from the depths of his cloak and took a sip from it." I have seen many such things done, and no darkness from it. I have also seen innocent things done in the light, and darkness followed them in." Helena glanced at Wanda and back at Been. "And that is why hours not spent in vigilance, are spent in prayer or study." She had heard this indoctrination before and had always taken it to heart. This was they first day she had ever questioned her own beliefs. How could darkness come of such a pure and innocent thing as the love of two young girls? Were these lies to keep the holy warriors dedicated to the cause? "Your words are wisdom, brother Been." The man stared stonily at her. There was a definite feeling of that being the wrong answer in some way." Wisdom is heard, not said," he growled, then pushed himself to his feet." I am being raised tomorrow, I'm told. Keeper of the Gates, or some such. It comes with my own rooms near the gates. A safe, private place for those who would need quiet to reflect on matters, no doubt." This appeared to be his parting shot... he ground around and tramped back towards the stairs. Helena waited until Been had left. She wondered why he had told them these things. Then she looked over at Wanda. "I don't know what to say." She moved her hand to take Wanda's...to touch her. But then she pulled it back. She didn't dare. Wanda has stood silently through the exchange, seemingly staring into space. As Helena reached out she turned to look at her, then let her eyes drop as the woman pulled back." What... I want... is forbidden by the temple," she said slowly." But I want it anyway. You. I want you." Her breathing quickened as she said the words, slowly and deliberately. Helena smiled. She had been intimidated by Been's words, but was feeling more lighthearted now. "Wanda...you are like the sun and stars. You give me life and meaning. Denying you would be like holding the breath from my chest. I'm yours. I just don't know how....where?" Wanda smiled broadly, then turned her head to stare after Been." I don't... know. There are places, I suppose. I think... I think we've been offered one." She shook her head vaguely, then turned to look along the wall." I am neglecting my duty. We must walk." "Was that was he was doing?" Helena followed, glancing over at Wanda often. Admiring her beauty. "Been is so...scary. Would we dare...tell him?" Helena asked while they walked." Have you ever kissed anyone before? I mean...before tonight?" "I do not know. He... does odd things sometimes." Wanda smiled every time her glances met Helena's, then blushed." It is the first time I have ever wanted to kiss someone. Before I was dedicated, boys wanted to kiss me sometimes, and I let them... but I did not want to." She glanced at the girl again." And you? "No, I don't think so. I don't really remember much of my childhood." Helena walked close to Wanda. The back of her hand sometimes touched Wanda's, their fingers entwining for a few seconds. "I'd...love doing it again. Your lips are so soft....and you are so beautiful." Wanda flashed Helena a quick smile, but kept quiet as they passed another vigilant guard. As they drew level she felt a thrill of illicit excitement as their hands touched, lifting one finger to stroke the back of Helena's hand at the brief moment of contact." Me too," she murmured finally as they moved to the next empty part of the wall. Helena stopped, taking Wanda's hand. She leaned in for another brief, stolen kiss. Her lips had been slightly wet and there was a thin string of saliva connecting their lips when they parted. Helena kissed Wanda again to catch it, this time the tip of her tongue touched the other girl's lips. It was all they could risk. Helena was giddy and almost giggling when they reached the next guard post. Her head was almost spinning. Kissing was so wonderful! Wanda seemed to be having slight trouble in walking straight after their next quick kisses, slightly giggly herself and filled with a wild desire to do something crazy, dance or shout or run about, as if she'd had too much of the sour temple wine. She just managed to contain her giggles as they passed the next guards, a pair this time. "You're so cute.... I could eat you up." Helena said. Their fingers had found each other again, for just a few seconds at least. She wanted more, wanted to feel Wanda close. Hug her. Kiss her more. But it wasn't something they could risk here, now." I'm wet." Helena blurted out. Wanda gasped and giggled, then clamped a hand over her mouth, looking along the wall in both directions to see if anyone had heard the improper sound. Biting her lip, she nodded." Me too. So much. I do not know what to do." She looked around, then leaned in a bit." I'm supposed to be at vigil in the northeast courtyard in an hour. Meet me there, and we can... um... find somewhere." Helena nodded. She stole another quick kiss and walked backwards until it was too dark to see Wanda's face. Even more than before, her heart...entire body was fluttering with giddy anticipation and happiness. She took another route for the intended location, a longer one. Stopping on the way to take a look at the nearby area from a tower post. About an hour later she came walking towards the northeast courtyard. The courtyard was the most isolated in the complex, near the point where the outer wall met the inner one, but far enough inside the buildings that it couldn't be seen from the walls. Most of the buildings here were empty... the person on vigil was supposed to roam amongst them, but as this was normally used as a duty for novices, the poor vigilant tended to spend the hours cowering in a corner with a lamp. A novice was there now, peering into the darkness, probably having heard Helena's approach but unsure as to where she was coming from. Helena kept back. No need letting anyone knew she was here. She waited, listened for any sign of Wanda. Meanwhile, she looked up at the sky, thinking. Where do these feelings come from? Why are they so strong. Why this strong physical reaction. Why the wetness? Helena knew so little about the way things worked that she didn't understand such basic things. It wasn't long before the jingle of mail echoed through the courtyard. Wanda appeared from one of the opposite entrances and strode over to the novice. The young woman gladly handed over the lantern and vanished back in the direction of the main buildings. Wanda turned down the lantern to a tiny glow and then peered into the shadows, obviously looking for Helena. Helena waited for the novice to be far gone, before moving again. She approached Wanda with a shy, embarrassed expression on her face, so typical for young ones in love. "That was a long hour...." "It was an eternity." Wanda reached out and took hold of Helena's wrist and then pulled her into one of the deeper shadows by the door, wrapping her in her arms and pulling her hard against her body, lips seeking her in a fierce kiss. Helena returned the kiss with equal passion. Her hands were on Wanda's cheeks first, then her neck and sliding around her back, pressing themselves against each other. Their scales and Cains were in the way of course. Helena's hand sought bare skin and all she could find was Wanda's own hand. With the increased passion of the kiss, her lips parted more, letting her tongue come into play. It was all mere instinct. Wanda let out a moan that was almost a whimper when she felt the butterfly touch of Helena's tongue, her own mouth opening immediately. Her hands rested on Helena's shoulders, her whole mind wrapped up in the warm, intimate contact against her lips. Helena was in no hurry, even if her kissing grew more passionate. She could kiss Wanda for hours and be more than satisfied with just that. She was happy just being close to her at all. The kisses changed several times between deep a wet, to softer and lighter touches. Just pressing those full lips against each other felt heavenly. Helena also a bit playfully at Wanda's lower lip, sucking it lightly. Wanda was lightheaded from the kissing, her eyes having drifted closed. She was leaning against Helena as much to hold herself up as to feel the contact... her legs felt weak, and she wasn't even sure which way she was facing.Finally, she broke the kiss to pull back and gaze into Helena's eyes, smiling softly, just letting the wordless moment continue. Helena held her eyes fixed on Wanda's, her hand playing with her soft, light hair. "Beautiful Wanda..." She finally looked down, before speaking. "Maybe we should risk Been's private rooms, some day... I want to feel more of you... If you want to?" "I do, I do more than anything," she said quickly, hating the thought that Helena might think that she didn't." Tomorrow... tomorrow we have council. Will you come?" The council was where the Paladin sat to pass judgement on civil cases that couldn't be resolved by the usual court of the Guilds and the Lords... a sort of higher seat of appeal when cases were deadlocked. The laws required that three Paladin were present, but there were usually five or six, most Paladin seeing it as an opportunity for a duty that didn't involve cold stone floors or the winds on the walls. "Yes, even if we don't get a change to talk there. I'd walk a thousand miles just to see you." She kissed Wanda again. "I'll be there." Wanda smiled broadly into the kiss." I'm glad. I wouldn't go, I'd rather be with you somewhere, but I made a promise... Lord Alderman asked me to be there, there's talk of a nobleman accused by a guilds woman." Nobles were rarely in the court... most commoners didn't dare accuse them, fearing some kind of recrimination. The guilds tended to go a little further... but either way, it was likely to be a nasty fight. "Really? I'm going to have to see that." Helena smiled and wrinkled her nose. She shifted her kisses along Wanda's cheek and down underneath her ear, along her neck. "You smell so good. Like flowers...and mild spices or something like that." Wanda giggled as she felt goosebumps rise along her arms." Your lips are like berries and honey," she whispered. "I cannot get enough of them." Helena stayed with Wanda for a long time, sharing both silence and tender words of love and affection. They kissed and cuddled until they both knew Wanda's watch was nearing an end. Someone would be coming soon." I should be going..." Helena whispered. They had both waited for her to say it for a while now. "I know," Wanda answered. It took all the strength of will that made her a Paladin for her to step away." Till tomorrow then," she said finally. "I will count the moments." In the distance came the jingle of another armored person approaching steadily. Helena kissed Wanda on the forehead this time, it was somehow a more affectionate parting kiss. Then she walked as silently as she could in the opposite direction, taking the longer route back to her small chambers. Removing her armor and getting ready for bed was a time-consuming process and Helena was moving slowly, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Wanda and her taste on her lips. The night dragged on, as did morning devotion and the morning meal. Wanda wasn't in the hall, but the primary council often had to skip the meal to prepare for the session. The tenth bell rang, calling those who were to attend to the council. There was a general shift amongst the knights... it seemed that others had heard about the interesting case. Helena was in a knightly outfit without armor. It was formal for the council, but not as rigid as scale and chain. She filed in with the others, paying more attention to spotting Wanda than anything else for now. The council hall had been made with one goal in mind... intimidate the supplicants. Huge, bedecked with massive statues and gleaming white banners, the large thrones of judgement at the end were the focal point. The three huge chairs towered over a clear space in the center of the room, surrounded by the chairs the rest of the temple knights were slowly filing into. Wanda was seated on the left-hand throne, looking stern and forbidding in brilliant white robes with a silver inlay picking out the starburst pattern that identified the temple. Helena found Wanda beautiful an whole new way. This was a Wanda much different than the one Helena had seen over the last day or so. She looked so...authoritative. Helena almost didn't dare look at her. She was afraid that Wanda seeing her might take her focus away from the important business at hand. She sat down, watching the rest of the proceedings begin.

Taste the Light (Kikikat and Tom)|rating:4.0

Eating Well For Higher Education

While there was, necessarily, some concern for secrecy in his life, Maxwell had decided that he had, in his past efforts, made it entirely too much of an issue. One couldn't deny that his intentions did not necessarily fall on the right side of the law, but he realized that, perhaps ironically, he had been considering these intentions immoral because of it. It was utterly ridiculous for him to feel that way, he'd decided, for as much as he wanted to have a place in the larger human culture, the fact was that he was not a human being, and his needs were different because of it, as were his moral standards. While not all decisions he might make could be forgiven that way--he was, after all, voluntarily participating in a society with certain expectations of behavior--this, he thought, certainly could be. It was with this in mind that he'd chosen the Robin St. Cafe as a meeting place, as this was a friendly, relatively safe space for him. At the very least, the employees knew that the Blood he was inclined to order when spending time here was not his main sustenance, and had come to terms with that. Beyond this, he got the idea that its clientele were at leastlikelyto accept this truth as well, for his regular attendance here was no secret. This remained the only place in town where he was allowed to sing, and it made sense to him that if people could deal with the strangeness so entailed, they would not get up in arms about the consensual arrangement he meant to build with Sonata tonight. After the exchange of a number of emails, and having done a bit of sleuthing online, he found himself eagerly anticipating her arrival; she was the perfect candidate, so far as he was concerned. While he doubted she was of financial need, it was easy to tell why she might have a different need to live in a standalone house, rather than the dorms in which she did currently reside. Giving her this space would allow her to practice without being complained at for interrupting the sleep, studies or good times of others, which he thought was most important to her growth as an artist. . .not that she seemed in desperate need of growth, to him. He'd come across a video of her online, after some creatively-worded searches, and although the audio quality was poor, it was good enough that he could hear her talent for the instrument, appreciate the passion with which she played it. It was entirely clear that she lost herself in the music, that it had enabled her to disregard her presence in a dirty, noisy subway system, insofar as it might distract her--she'd been conscious enough to express gratitude, at least. It had also given him a look at her, and pressed to it, he'd admit that she was not 'his type'--her aesthetic was one often associated with the goth subculture which, in turn, was not far removed from those so derisively referred to as gangbangers, to whom he was not endeared, to say the least. He was curious, all the same, for she struck him as a young woman of class and intelligence, not so much the juvenile, antagonistic sort he might have feared, left to his own judgments. Having abandoned makeup with the close of the 1980s, in which it had made entirely more sense (and, actually, drawn attention away from his unusually sunless complexion), Maxwell was abiding by a somewhat professional aesthetic, himself. He'd cut his hair so that it fell just past his ears, rather than tumbling in tousled waves and loose curls across his shoulders, in the interest of that professionalism--but in truth, the style was still rather shaggy, the fringe only just falling short of pale blue eyes. It was not difficult for a vampire to appear groomed, considering how many biological processes no longer applied to muck them up, but such was his appearance, all the same; the navy blue collared shirt he wore was neatly pressed, as were the matching, pleated trousers. Only the sharp-toed leather shoes had a look of wear to them, and that was quite understandable; the slightly elevated, square heel was suggestive of a style long since regulated to period costume use but, knowing what he was, it was quite likely that those shoes were older than anyone else in the room. A close look at his long neck would show that he wore a necklace of braided leather, whose rather sloppy make was suggestive of an amateur creator, and so, a personal gift--this would, perhaps, take away from the professionalism he so desired to exude, but he'd worn it every night since discovering it in a drawer a week prior, and didn't mean to stop. He had an obligatory bottle of Blood set before him, in spite of his intentions--or, perhaps, because of them. While his focus was largely on the door, when an employee drifted over to offer him a new bottle and remarked that he seemed to be expecting someone, he told her, "Yes, I have a meeting with a prospective boarder, she's a. . .goth girl, you might say--you'd really know her when you saw her." There was a delighted quirk to his lips as he spoke, a merriment in his eyes; no missing this woman, not at all. "Give me a tap if I miss her, though. . .this is getting good." The 'this' to which he was referring was a performance on stage; a young man from the university's drama program was rambling and gesticulating on stage, hoping to perfect the one-man show he dreamed of taking on the road. He gained confidence with every moment, Maxwell felt, with each pair of eyes that left their friend's and focused on him, with each conversation that fell quiet in favor of listening. It was a beautiful thing to see, and made him think, again, that he had first considered teaching drama himself, before deciding that the idea of a vampire teaching humans how to act human might come off as distasteful, and pursuing writing instead. Would he have been 'suspended' from that job, as well? He tried not to let that bad taste enter his mouth--tonight was meant to be a good time. Sonata hopped down from the bus, expertly maneuvering her cello case through the narrow door, and turned to give the driver a dirty look. He just smirked at her, closed the doors, and pulled the bus away from the curb. "Asshole," she muttered, and then carefully slung the straps of her cello case onto her shoulders. With a glance at her surroundings to get her bearings, she heaved a sigh, loosely gripped the shoulder straps of her cello case, and set off down the street. He'd kicked her off four stops too early, and just because some crabby old woman had complained a bit too often about not having enough room for her damned walker. The Robin St. Cafe was still a few blocks away, but that was just as well, because she hadn't gone halfway down the block before her phone rang. Fishing it out of her pocket, Sonata looked at the caller ID and groaned. Briefly, she debated sending it to voicemail, but she knew from experience that would only make things worse. Sighing heavily, she slid her finger across her phone to answer it and lifted it to her ear. "Hello, mother," she said, her tone one of long-suffering resignation." Sonata, dearest," came her mother's syrupy-sweet voice, "what is this I hear from your father about you taking up with...with vampire?!" She whispered the word in a horrified tone, and Sonata could just imagine the look of distaste on her mother's face as she said it. For her part, Sonata just rolled her eyes. "God, mom," she said, already exasperated, "I'm not taking up with him, I'm just renting a room. What's the big deal?"" Don't you use that tone with me, young lady," Helena's voice hardened with irritation, and Sonata grit her teeth? "The big deal, is that you are a vulnerable young woman, and he is a...a blood-sucking...fiend. I will not have my--Richard! What are you--""Helena, go make yourself a drink and relax. And stop frowning, for God's sake. You'll ruin the Botox injections Dr. Weaver gave you today." Sonata snickered at the sound of her father's voice and shook her head, listening as her mother, still going on about how she refused to have any daughter of hers 'shacking up' with one of those creatures, faded off into the distance." Hiya, peanut," he said cheerfully into the phone, and Sonata smiled. It always made her feel better to talk to him. "How's my best girl?" Sonata grinned at that. "Hi, dad. Better not let Margaret hear you call me that. She'd flip. And I'm good. I'm just on my way to meet with Professor Barrington about renting a room from him. From his emails he seems like a nice man, so I'm hopeful."" Well, good luck then, peanut. And don't worry about your mother," he added, lowering his voice a little, "I'll talk some sense into her. She should be able to tolerate the arrangement by...oh, Thanksgiving, I think." A laugh escaped her as her father spoke, and Sonata gave her head a bit of a shake. "Now that's thinking positively," she joked, hearing him chuckle. Out of everyone in her family, her father was the only one she had ever felt comfortable being herself with. Even her brother and sister made her feel like a bit of an outsider. Her mother had, through the years, complained that Sonata was too much like her father for her own good, but Sonata had always been pleased with the comparison. She would much rather be associated with him than with her mother. She spoke with her father for a little while longer before they ended the call, and Sonata shifted her cello on her back as she waited to cross the street. Standing there, she ignored the stares she drew. Usually these were people trying to figure out if she was a vampire or a human, and sometimes it amused her to play the part a little, but for the most part, she pretended they weren't there. Her skin was naturally very pale, and her elbow-length, dyed blue-black hair, heavily lined eyes and navy blue (or sometimes black) lipstick only accentuated the paleness of her complexion. She was on the shorter side of average height, being 5'5, and weighed in at 125lbs no matter what or how much she ate. Crossing the street, Sonata's mind turned to the solo she had been practicing before she'd left to meet Professor Barrington. So deep in thought, she walked right past the café without even realizing it, and sheepishly backtracked, slipping in the door to the sound of a young man on stage, his voice filtering out into the night air with the scent of coffee. Most of the customers were watching him, although there were still a few quiet conversations going on, and Sonata took the opportunity to scan the attentive audience for Maxwell. He wasn't difficult to spot, being the only one in the place drinking a bottle of Blood, and she studied him for a few moments while his attention was elsewhere. He seemed...much like his emails had portrayed him. Put together. Ordered. Kind. Handsome, too, although she hadn't seen a vampire who wasn't good-looking. Suddenly a little self-conscious, Sonata pushed a hand through her hair and glanced down at herself. A simple, black cotton peasant skirt hung from the swell of her hips, flaring out a little around her ankles. A black ribbed tank top lay underneath the equally simple black-on-black satin corset, surprisingly comfortable even with the metal boning. Dainty, wrist-length fingerless gloves of real black lace. Vintage, as they had belonged to her grandmother. And, for the only touch of color, a few strands of jade beads, in various colors and lengths. It was one of her favorite outfits, if she was honest with herself. So, being careful of her cello, she made her way to where Maxwell was sitting and stopped before it. "Professor Barrington?" The young man had finished his performance shortly before Sonata's arrival, dismounting the stage sweaty and out of breath after an exuberant finale. Maxwell's compulsion to rise from the booth and congratulate the student's efforts might not have been the purest of pure things, for the furious heartbeat in his ears surely beckoned to something darker within him. Yet no hunger showed in his eyes when he rests a hand on the other man's shoulder, squeezed and smiled down at him; it was an expression which touched the eyes, bright and honest, and his ability to appear just that way was surely a contributor to what success he had enjoyed in mainstreaming, regardless of what steps back had been taken by the university. He had heaps of praise for the brave young performer, guiding words of encouragement and a parting clap on the back that was a bit too hard; the slight male stumbled forward, but laughed as he caught himself, and accepted a complementary drink from the same woman with whom Maxwell had been speaking earlier. It was only once he'd done what he felt was the necessary task of encouraging that student that he was, once more, sat and waiting for the other, and so Sonata was almost upon him by the time Maxwell registered her presence amidst all the other warm bodies in his midst. It was only his ears which failed to recognize her, though, for once his gaze followed the sound of approaching footsteps, he knew her immediately--just as he thought he would. His smile resurfaced for her immediately, and he rose to his feet, stepping slightly out of the booth to greet her more warmly. "Am I still allowed to answer to that?" he laughed, starting to reach toward her shoulder for her cello case on an impulse. He paused when he considered how protective many musicians could be of their instruments--and how reluctant many humans might be to having a vampire touch them, as well. Hell, never mind that--just being amanwould be enough to cause some people to cringe back from the idea." Would you like me to take that for you? I'll put it in the corner, here" he asked, turning his long-fingered hand to make his reach into a suggestive gesture toward the corner of the booth where he'd just been sitting, rather than the grab it had almost been. "It's a bit close-quarters here, I'm sure you can tell," he went on to explain, needlessly; the place they were seated barely had room for a person to walk through comfortably at all, never mind someone with a bulky instrument in tow. The 'booth' was more of a long table, behind which was a bench right up against the wall, which had been fitted with black, vinyl cushions. Its corner was formed by a short wall which divided this tiny dining area from the small stage and standing room before it; Maxwell, at about six feet, was tall enough to see over it while seated, but the same probably wouldn't be true of Sonata." I'm very eager to talk to you," he went on, regardless of whether he was handling the case for her or not. While he clearly enjoyed talking, his voice had a low, lazy manner to it which had endeared him to certain segments of the student population. Mixed in with an accent that, at this point, might only be called vaguely British, one could surmise he didn't need to play any tricks to command the attention of others. . .but, of course, being what he was, there were some who'd say tricks were all he dealt in. "I did some poking about on the internet--I'd love to be of help to a talented person." His admission of snooping was accompanied by a sheepish little flicker of a grin, but clearly he thought it was a natural enough thing to do. He couldn't be letting thieves or anti-vampire activists into his home, after all! The first thing that struck Sonata, as Maxwell rose to greet her, was how normal he looked. Oh, there were a few small things that seemed a bit out of place, but he really didn't look that out of place to her. His laughing comment had her own lips curving in an answering smile, and she shrugged one shoulder. Or, she tried to, anyway. The movement shifted the cello on her back a little too far to the left, and it bumped the back of an occupied chair. Sonata winced slightly, reaching behind her with both hands to steady the case as she answered him. "Once a professor, always a professor. Or so I'm told, anyway. And--oh! Sorry!--" she hurriedly apologized, having bumped into another chair and gotten a dirty look for her troubles, "yes, I think you'd better. Thank you." It was awkward, having her cello on her back. Sonata often wondered if this was how turtles felt, always having to carry their shells around everywhere they went. Maxwell was quite a few inches taller than her, and she wasn't able to look up at him comfortably unless she first angled her head to the side, out of the way of the neck of her cello, and then tipped her chin up. This was how she was regarding him now, completely oblivious to the way the position so naturally offered a view of the creamy expanse of her throat and chest, a small but genuine smile on her darkly colored lips. "Um...if you wouldn't mind," she continued, "helping me out of this contraption... I can't seem to move an inch without knocking into someone. Just hold the case up top, there, so I can wiggle out." Sonata waited for him to take hold of the case above her head. Once he had, she would, indeed, wiggle her way out of the shoulder straps before crawling into the opposite side of the booth he'd taken. "There," she said with a sigh, rolling her shoulders to ease their stiffness, "much better. Thanks." She followed his movements carefully as he settled her case in the corner he had previously motioned to, unaware of the slight tension in her body until her cello was securely tucked away, and she felt it melt from her in an instant. With her instrument seen to, she flagged down the server. "Hi, excuse me," she said, stopping the woman on her way past the table, "could I get the biggest mocha you've got with two extra shots of espresso, and extra whip and chocolate drizzle on the side? Thanks." Ignoring the woman's raised brow, Sonata turned back to Maxwell. "Oh, that awful video!" she exclaimed, grimacing slightly. "If I ever find out who posted that damn thing..." she trailed off, giving her head a shake. "It's a terrible recording. I promise I don't sound that awful in person. I'm really glad I found your ad, though," Sonata went on, smiling her thanks at the woman as she placed a large, whip cream and chocolate syrup covered cup of coffee in front of her, and a saucer with more whipped cream and chocolate next to it. "See, I'm a bit of a night owl. I do my best practicing at night, and my current roommates...well, they don't like it, put it that way. When I saw your ad, I figured it would be perfect, seeing as you're a vampire and all." Finally, she fell silent, and leaned back in her seat. Picking up her mug, she inhaled the rich aromas of chocolate and coffee and sipped, letting out a soft sound of pleasure as she licked the whipped cream from her upper lip. "Mmm. Now that's a good cup of coffee." "Well, I do like the sound of that," he responded, biting back the urge to admit that he hadn't really earned the title, not in the same way as most professors. More, he'd convinced those at the school that he was worthy of an honorary position. Some of that 'trickery' might just have been involved, but if so, it had been in a manner which allowed their decision to be explained to the satisfaction of most critics. Those who wouldn't have denied him out of anything so simple as a janitorial job in the presence of students, anyhow. Any question as to his merits was dismissed once the results of his teaching came in, resulting in students more accepting of criticism, and more confident in their work. He had an uncanny ability to peel back flaws and point out the talent beneath, and a world of patience for young writers who thought themselves flawless and expected to strut into the class and be showered with praise at every moment. While he didn't suffer fools in his personal life, he'd excelled at mustering all kinds of tolerance professionally. . .it was through these things that he earned the title, he thought. Schooling was something he couldn't be expected to go through, and he wasn't even sure if one could earn a proper degree taking only night courses. A breath a laugh huffed out of him, and Maxwell glanced at one of ever so many victims of that large case, but he could hardly undo Sonata's helpless nudging; all his acknowledgment served to do was discourage people from becoming all too angry. As well-known and generally trusted as he was in this shop, people didn't want to risk annoying him anyway. Knowing he was a vampire had an effect not entirely dissimilar from being a wall of muscle; some people, you just tiptoed around that way. Getting into conversation, though, many grew at ease, able to stop thinking of his murderous capabilities for at least a few minutes. His eyes fell inevitably when she craned her neck to one side, for his first thought was that this wasn't something mortals Justin front of his kind, but. . .well, of course it was, wasn't it? Not every human was especially conscious of what they were to some part of even the most decent, assimilated vampire. It wasn't something they contended with all the time. The twitch of her pulse was made obvious in this way, her awkward attempt to look him in the face stretching the skin taut, outlining a beckoning dance. . .a smile arose once more, slightly nervous that she'd noticed his fixation, when he forced their eyes to meet instead, this time not considering, in the least, that many humans didn't like vampires to Dothan, either. He wasn't doing anything with them in particular, of course; the biggest difference between his eyes and a human's was that he didn't blink, and so the unending stare took some getting used to. It afforded his gaze an intensity it might not have possessed otherwise, though that could just as easily belong to his nature. "Yes, alright," he affirmed upon being instructed, laying his hands on either side of the case's top to be sure he had an even grip on it; he had large hands, but they weren'tfreakish. He was laughing as she wiggled out of the case, finding himself endeared by it; something about the way her dyed hair got all mussed by the strap, the hunch of her shoulders as she ducked free of her oversized instrument. "There. You really don't need such a weight on your shoulders," he intoned playfully, arranging his hands in a more controlling grip on the hidden instrument before turning to set it against that small wall, as promised. Once he settled down in the seat, he picked up the bottled blood and took a drink of it not unlike a man might a beer, tipping his head back and taking large swallows that moved clearly up and down the long expanse of his neck. Of course, that spoke clearly to the fact that the stuff didn't really taste good; the commercials that showed vampires slowly sipping and savoring were clear bullshit, and he wondered what sort of bribes the actors took to lower themselves to pretending it was anything else. They probably had their choice of gorgeous donors. Still, drinking things like that made him fit into such places more readily, so it was all to a worthy cause. "You're welcome," he replied casually upon setting the bottle down, the synthetic blood visible between his teeth. It really didn't look any different from real blood--to the scientist, it wasn'any different. It was used in hospitals, after all. He thought to lick it away only after those few syllables. Maxwell did exchange a sympathetic look with the server, but more in the interest of camaraderie than any real judgment against Sonata. He chuckled at her protest. "Oh, I know, but I can tell the difference," he assured her, being quite familiar with it from his own performing days. He'd made sure not to be perfect every time, of course, for he had a human image to project, and human singers got tired and drunk and all sorts of other things which might make their performance less than ideal--particularly those in rock bands." Oh, yes, when you wrote that you played cello I knew the reason immediately," Maxwell replied affably, "I think the acoustics in my sitting room are quite nice for it, as well; whenever I feel like recording anything, I do it in there." He didn't bother saying what he recorded, and why--though, a search would eventually yield a clip of him playing an old song or so in there, seated on a cute little daybed with pink covers and golden pillows--a rather feminine thing, really, and it clearly didn't bother him any. "If I haven't moved any other boarders in, you'd be free to practice during the day, as well. Nothing like that would rouse me." His tone did grow slightly more serious, admitting that, as he didn't like drawing attention to such failings, but it was true, and useful information; his boarders could do as they pleased when he had gone to ground, provided the house was in good order when he arose." A cup of coffee? It looks more like dessert to me," he teased, studying the generous amounts of whipped cream and chocolate involved. "I suppose I wouldn't know." A quiet submission; coffee had been a new thing when he was human. . .or had it been a thing at all? He couldn't recall, and all he could do was smell it. He'd conditioned himself out of being sickened by human food and drink, as many of his kind were, and had even learned to recognize when something smelled good, that way, but he still couldn't drink it. "We do have things to discuss before we rush into figuring a date for you to move in," he went on, on a lighter note, teasing himself this time; he liked this woman. She seemed spirited. She was often told that she was too "little" to play the cello, but Sonata never seemed to have trouble, and delighted in proving the naysayers wrong. Maxwell's comment hadn't been meant that way, though, and Sonata didn't get offended. Instead, she gave him an unrepentant grin and reached a hand-over to give her cello case an affectionate pat, rather like a dog, or a well-behaved child. "Oh, I enjoy this particular weight," she answered, "even if I do sometimes feel like a turtle. It's worth it." Tucking her feet up under her as she sat with her coffee, she sipped it again, once again licked the cream and chocolate from her top lip, and laughed quietly at his comment reforesting softly. "You poor man. I can't imagine not drinking coffee. It's delicious." Cupping her mug in both gloved hands, she settled back in a more comfortable position, regarding Maxwell from over the rim of her coffee mug as she drank. He wasn't the first vampire she'd met, but health most down-to-earth. Most of the other vampires she'd known were European, and had a rather elevated opinions of themselves. Sonata wasn't entirely sure what it was about Maxwell that made him different, but...she liked him. As the conversation turned towards the reason for their meeting, she felt a bit of a nervous flutter in her chest. From the description of the house and the casual mention of being able to record music in his sitting room, Sonata thought the place was rather perfect. She would hate to think what she would do if he ultimately felt that she wasn't the right fit. Well...that wasn'ttentirelytrue. She could just buy her own place. But she didn't want to. Renting a room, especially from a man who seemed to have plenty of space and an appreciation for music, was more ideal for her. Clearing her throat, she gave him another brief smile and nodded. "Oh, of course. What would you like to know?" He didn't often like suggesting that others couldn't handle whatever burden it was that they took on, particularly women, for he had come to recognize that it could be considered patronizing of him. Yet times arose where a somewhat chivalrous reflex reared its head--would it is called that if he did it for men as well?--and he wasn't always able to bite it back before acting upon it. Most importantly, he knew that if someone needed help carrying or otherwise tending to something, there was no reason they shouldn't recognize him as capable and ask for help. The nature of his build was hidden beneath the modesty of the night's clothing, but of course, that meant nothing to his strength; there would really be no one in the room better-suited to lugging things around for another, where that was concerned. "A turtle, hm? Has anyone ever needed to set you right?" His question was casual, at first, but he allowed the image to form in his mind, and laughter broke out of him after all; sometimes, a joke didn't need to be enormously creative to be funny." Mm, well. I can give it a good smell," he told her, turning up his strong, slightly hooked nose and sniffing deeply. He let the breath so drawn out in a sigh, and submitted, "It really seems wonderful. But I don't think anyone wants to see how sick I'd be, and I'm sure Movie would make me clean up the mess." His eyes left Sonata for a moment, flicking toward the woman who'd served her indicatively. She caught the glance and raised an eyebrow, but Maxwell gave a subtle shake of his head. If this were a more casual outing, he might have called her over for conversation, but he didn't think she reallyneededto overhear their business, as much as he trusted her. The most controversial part of it was soon to arise, and he let it be so particularly because he had a good feeling about her. He wanted to get the possibility of his being declined out of the way. Looking as she did and being intelligent didn't necessarily mean she was 'willing prey', so to speak. . .not that many of his housemates, past, present and future would think of themselves as such, he thought. He wasn't sure if he even thought of them that way. He had, at times, upon the first feeding, but. . .well, all of that was best worried about once the problem was actually present to be contended with, wasn't it? "Most important, I think, is the matter of compensation. It's rather unorthodox, which is why I didn't make particular mention of it in any of our emails." Something about the way he said 'unorthodox' sounded a lot more like 'illegal'. Despite deciding that he shouldn't be shamed for making this arrangement, he found himself glancing around for eavesdroppers, before leaning closer to her and telling her softly, "I'll need you to be open to the occasional blood donation," turning his eyes to watch her face for reaction. There was more to say about it--about what letting him feed would entail, about why he needed it to begin with--but this was hardly the time to ramble on in explanation. One corner of her mouth quirked upward at his comment. "My mother has certainly tried," she said, giving her shoulders a slight shrug, "not that it ever worked, of course." Sonata watched him as he inhaled the scent of her coffee, slightly amused by him. He wasn't normally her type, but there was something about him that she found appealing. He felt...comfortable to her." Well, we wouldn't want that, would we," she commented, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she drained about half her giant mug of coffee in one go and then loaded the extra whipped cream and chocolate onto it. As the conversation turned to what he expected in terms of payment, Sonata's concentration sharpened, and her eyebrows lifted slightly, giving her a quizzical, expectant look as she regarded him from across the table. What he asked surprised her a little, but other than raising her brows a little higher, she made no outward sign of surprise. She had, of course, been approached with similar arrangements while she'd been in Europe, and knew quite a number of musicians who had such arrangements with their vampire landlords. Sonata had been extremely selective, unlike some of the other friends she had made while she was abroad, and what Maxwell was asking of her was a very intimate thing. Still, for the chance to live in a beautiful house with plenty of practice space, it was worth it. Sonata took a few more moments to answer, weighing the pro's and cons in her head as she finished her coffee and began to fish the whipped cream out of the bottom of her cup with the tip of one finger. Cocking her head slightly to the right as she sucked the whipping cream from her finger, Sonata studied the vampire sitting across from her. She would need to give him an answer. Slipping her finger out of her mouth, she answered simply, "Okay." "Oh, well, always," Maxwell spoke in the interest of empathy, though he honestly couldn't remember if either of his parents had known there was anything amiss with him, in life. Surely, his change had been kept secret from them, and he had departed from the town in which he'd lived shortly after it happened--that was the way things went, before the Revelation, and often remained the case even now. Mostly, he was thinking of the homosexual lifestyle which had defined his adult, mortal life. He recalled being encouraged to wed, of course, having women pointed out to him as possibilities--did that count as trying to set him right? Did it really matter? He might never have met Evangeline if he had managed to go along with his family's wishes, might not be sitting in this café at this very moment. Did that make his decisions better, or worse? He did err on the side of preferring things how they'd gone, in spite of all the pain and suffering involved. Life was worth quite a lot, even when it was one made monstrous. "It shouldn't work. Allowing it to work shows you're weak-willed," he decided, championing one's personal sense of self--as could be expected of him, really. While some might argue it was conformist of him to live among humans, he saw as quite the opposite; he didn't wish to turn away from mortal society and delve into the ugliness of his own kind simply for what had been made of him. 'Mainstreaming' had always been his own choice. . .though, he did use that term quite liberally, considering the arrangement he was presently making. Maxwell shuddered at the thought of how sick he'd be for drinking the wrong thing. In truth, he could stomach things that weren't blood in very small amounts, but what those things were wasn't quite appropriate in decent company, and he doubted if it would be worth anything to taste a teaspoonful of coffee, anyhow. It would only make him wish things were different that much more. "No, no, just a miserable ordeal all around--I'd sooner skip it," he stressed, waving the thought away. While he did miss food at times, he'd never met anyone who was particularly put out by his inability to eat it. He had developed a strange interest incookingfood, though, an endeavor those at the café would be able to speak volumes about, for he often invited them over to taste his efforts and give him tips. It was a hobby he enjoyed precisely because it was very difficult. While playing an instrument did take some degree of talent and practice, learning it came along much more quickly when one's fingers had a way of doing exactly as they were told. Cooking a good meal without the ability to taste test, however, took a rather keen sense of smell and touch, and a knowledge of how to read those things and relate them to taste and texture in the mouth. It was a learning experience that felt most worthwhile, and he'd actually drawn a few meals out of it himself. He'd never have thought to go 'hunting' at a grocery store, but young women seemed to find the thought of him cooking for human guests terribly endearing--endearing enough that they went home with him to give him cooking lessons. Something about him being alone in his home with a young, healthy mortal had a way of ending with his fang marks in their neck. . .curious, that! He fixed her with a questioning eye after making his proposition, reading her face as best he could. She didn't seem shocked, as many of his other prospective boarders had been. Nor did it seem something which filled her with anxiety, or curiosity, or excitement. . .hm. He could see that she was giving the matter some consideration, but reading human thoughts was not among his abilities, and so he was left in the dark on the progress of her decision, until she came out with it at last, in the most casual way possible. So casual, in fact, that a short, relieved laugh burst out of him, and he hung his head to hide his grin momentarily. "That's it? It's that simple for you?" Without much by way of warning or explanation, his fingers reached out to entwine with her own, and his other hand came to join them in a squeeze. "I think we'll get along very well, in that case, Sonata." His touch did linger just slightly, but not really overlong, as he soon withdrew both of his hands. "It's normally such a dramatic affair," he explained, relief flowing through his tone and relaxing his posture. Maxwell's reaction drew another smile from her, and she nodded and shrugged. "Sure, why not? They do it all the time over in Europe," she answered, scooping another finger of whipped cream into her mouth, "I did it a couple of times when I was over there. It's not really all that surprising that it isn't more widespread over here. Things are different." She felt his cool fingers against hers and dropped her gaze to where he gripped and gently squeezed her hand in both of his. It was a sweet gesture, and Sonata's lips quirked upward again as she lifted her cream-laden finger towards her lips, murmuring against it, "I think we will too, Maxwell." Sonata licked the chocolate and whipped cream from her finger and had to smile again at his comment about drama. It was true; the majority of people in North America would probably freak out if they were approached for this sort of thing, but Sonata's time in Europe had severely altered her perspectives on a lot of things, vampires being one of them. Although, it did help that she had had mostly pleasant experiences with vampires before. Had it been different, she would likely not think so magnanimously about them. Lifting one slender shoulder in a delicate shrug, she said, "The only thing dramatic about me is my wardrobe and makeup. Other than that, I don't really care for it at all." And that was true. Sonata tended to keep to herself, preferring the company of her fish and her cello to that of other human beings, and it served to make her incredibly intolerant of anything that could be construed as drama. Her preferences had made things a little difficult while she'd been in Europe, but she'd made it work. After a while, her friends began to realize how she felt, and took their gossip and bickering to more sympathetic ears. Vampires tended not to be so dramatic on account of their long lives and increasing ennui with their existence. Being around them was, at times, far more peaceful than being around humans. Shoving her empty coffee cup away from her, she folded her forearms against the table, leaned over them slightly, and asked, "So, when can I move in?" "Do they, now?" Maxwell mused quietly, with a thoughtful turn of his head. "Suppose it's a pity I haven't bothered traveling there since the Revelation." He suspected his reasoning for that had something to do with the assumption that his maker still roamed those countries at will. Something in his blood said that absolutely shouldn't be a reason to stay away, that such suspicions shoulddrawhim toward that continent, but he ignored that strange longing, recognizing that it had absolutely nothing to do with honest desire. It was a manipulation tied to his condition, that was all; lending any thought to it, he was able to pinpoint exactly why he wished to avoid that woman at any cost. He nodded in agreement to her assessment, murmuring, "It's tied to lingering puritan values, I imagine. American culture never can decide how it wants its citizens to behave. There is, for instance, the massive business of pornography, paired with the disgust with which its performers are regarded--such that degrading them will often become the entire point of the material." He rose his eyebrows at the thought, but even as the words left his mouth, didn't suspect that these were uniquely 'American' problems. Human sexuality was simply a confused thing, muddled by large amounts of self-loathing, brought on by often religious messages shaming natural desires in the first place." So have many countries over there come to terms with the fact that we will always consume human blood, without its meaning we're all murderous brutes?" That was, perhaps, disingenuous; there was a part of even the most decent vampire that was, indeed, a murderous brute. That was quite the point of the curse; the desire to take life, not just blood. Still, he excluded himself on account of his ability to either put that desire aside, or transmute it into something infinitely less lethal. Normally. Most times." Good. I'm glad we're all hopeful, here," Maxwell spoke warmly, stroking the top of her hand with his thumb before removing his hands entirely, wondering how he might proceed from here. This was markedly different from all of his other experiences with boarders, both prospective and actual. None of them had been bitten before that proposition, and so there were many discomforts he often needed to explain, myths he might need to dispel, or confirm. Sonata seemed to know, for the most part, what she was getting into, and appeared completely at ease for it. As relaxing as that was, it did throw him for a loop. He'd sat enough of these meetings for there to be a particular rhythm that they normally took, and she had jarred him from that. He flashed a smile at Sonata's honest view of herself, admitting, "I often don't know how I'm meant to respond to it. I can't always empathize with the things humans will find hurtful, or daunting, or a difficult adjustment--I can try and think my way through them, but sometimes it will only make things worse." 'Thinking through' something often involved misreading intentions, after all, which no one ever liked. Teasing, he asked, "What will I spend my time doing without that to worry me? I may need to take up a new hobby." In truth, he didn't have nearly so much time as one might suspect of a suspended professor, but he was unsure of being so forward as he once was about what consumed his time, these nights. Events in his life had suggested that honesty to be a poor choice, more than it was ever decent or useful. As much as he liked the thought of leaving behind personal deceit with the advent of the Revelation, he was discovering that it wasn't enormously practical to do so. Every person with whom he was completely honest seemed to find themselves in danger for it. . .ignorance might be safer for them." Oh, you can move in at your earliest convenience. I'll warn, though, that you do already have two housemates, a young woman named Chloe and a young man named Valentine. That is, two rooms are already spoken for--but there are two more available to choose from, and the sitting roomdoeshave a comfortable little daybed." He was beginning to realize that a strange little smile always came to his lips when he mentioned that daybed, mostly due to how he knew how comfortable it was. It wasn't information he was too forward about, and he was a glad Sonata didn't seem a prudish person. . .oh, so many surfaces in his home would be considered beneath her use, if she was! They really wouldn't survive long. "Mm," she murmured, adding with a shrug, "well I suppose there's no rush on the matter, considering you'll live forever." Sonata set her chin in her hand, propping her elbow on the table and curling her fingertips against her bottom lip as she studied him from across the table. She had often wondered, since the Revelation, just what it was like to live--in a fashion--forever. It was a strange thought. Never dying, never growing old. Gaining lifetime after lifetime of experience. It was no wonder many vampires were so...philosophical. Or jaded. Either word could apply to any number of vampires, she supposed. Still, Maxwell didn't seem to be either one, which was probably a good thing, under the circumstances." Well, I think there is a growing realization in Europe that vampires--and all the stigmas attached to them--are two different things, for the most part. It's still evolving, of course, but it will be interesting to see how it progresses over there as opposed to here. There aren't so many anti-vampire groups over in Europe that I noticed." Sonata shrugged again, but the idea did interest her. Most especially because she wanted to return to Europe one day, perhaps once she was finished school, and it would be nice to maintain her friendships from over there. At his teasing, Sonata smirked a little. "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something. I wouldn't worry too much about that." The knowledge that she would be able to move in as soon as she liked brought a true grin to her face, and she let her hand drop from her chin. "Great! I can probably have my things moved in by tomorrow night. Hopefully the other boarders won't mind cello music at strange hours." The thought of taking up residence in his sitting room seemed a little silly, but she might do it if she liked the room enough. She would have to see about it once she got there tomorrow. Maxwell's easy smile reemerged. "With any luck, yes." He lived only so long as someone--or something, though he'd yet to be forward with Sonata about that possibility--didn't decide to murder him, after all. For a human being or, perhaps, even a vampire in some far-off future, that was not something most people needed to worry about. But there were some people to whom his mere existence was a grave offense to the purity of the world, or whatever it was that got the knickers of people like the Fellowship in a bunch, and so it was entirely possible that someone might snap and make his demise their top priority, for whatever reason. It was something he'd be a fool not to try and anticipate, anyhow, and so he had a number of protections on his resting place, although he probably could stand to be more cautious about how he conducted himself when he was actually awake. He didn't have much of a vampire's natural paranoia, perhaps due to spending the majority of his years in the company of an ancient and powerful vamp; but now he was own strongest protector, and should probably be taking that role much more seriously. "I don't think I've made any lethal enemies right yet, anyhow," he mused thoughtfully, considering the number of vampires whose faulty guardians he'd slaughtered, dismembered or otherwise rendered less than capable. Most of them were younger than him and so, weren't considered a threat, and he thought they had probably come to terms with their failure some time before he was called in to put an end to their creations, anyway." It does depend upon the country, though, does it not? I hear that I'd do well not to show my face in Italy, for instance--the Vatican doesn't approve of our kind, I hear." He knew that not all parts of Italy were dominated by Catholicism, as just like any country, humans were free to form their own thoughts--mostly, it seemed that oppression rest in the expression of them, not having them in the first place, so there could be pockets of open-mindedness under even the most oppressive regimes. Still, he thought that it probably did inform public law, what kind of accommodations or protections he might have. He didn't think a place where vampires were considered unlawful to even exist would have much by the way of vampire hotels, as they were called, and he didn't much like the idea of digging his own bed before every sunrise. Sleeping in the dirt was not something for which he was terribly nostalgic, though many vampires were, and felt as though they were reconnecting with some essential part of themselves when they were doing it. Maxwell quite liked being a modern vampire, really. Another sigh, which was more gesture than breath, took Maxwell, and he admitted, "I'm not sure that I have the amount of free time you might think, anyhow. I have work among my own kind--there are other vampires we're sort of obligated to answer to, you see. . ." He rolled his eyes, but continued, "And she's felt free to steal up all of that free time I'm meant to have since I'm no longer teaching. But I do hope we'll have time to get to know one another, even so." He'd hate to think that he'd be working so much for Carmela that those living in his house might become strangers, that he'd really have to wrestle for social time between that work, his housemates and Gabrielle. It had all seemed manageable, conceptually, before, but he was growing nervous now that things were starting to come together. The idea that the bulk of their contact would involve his coming home, starved from some terrible, taxing job, and demanding that they 'pay up', did not sit well with him in the least. He would have to make time so that no one came to know him as some pale, hungry monster whose chief use for them involved stealing into their room in the dark and inflicting his appetite upon them. While he knew some humans had fantasies that took that route, that hardly meant it would be anything other than frightening, should it actually happen." I should hope they won't. Unfortunately, I do have a way of ruining the sleeping arrangements of those I meet for any length of time, anyhow." He was frowning with a measure of guilt when he said it, but there was a certain proud, playful twinkle in his eye, all the same; clearly, everyone who met him found him so fascinating that they justhadto stay up and spend time with him! With so many arrangements out of the way, he glanced over at the stage, which was still lit in welcome, but presently empty. "So, now that we're settled. . .do I get to hear you play?" he asked, his thick brows raising curiously. "Oh, well sure," she agreed, sitting back with a slight shrug of her slender shoulders. "Italy isn't very hospitable to vampires at all, really. The UK has embraced them quite a bit, and France, although you find the more uppity ones there. Germany and the Netherlands, though. They're the most welcoming. The Red-Light District has already started to expand their clientele base, and I heard of a few brothels in Central Europe that cater to vampires exclusively." Sonata tilted her head slightly to one side, the fingers of one hand reaching up to idly twist a lock of her purple hair. "I spent a few months in Amsterdam," she mused, "it was...certainly a learning experience." The memories that came to mind made her lips twitch slightly. She'd had her first experience with a vampire in Amsterdam, and while it had been scary, she could still remember the rush of exhilaration she'd felt when his fangs had pierced her neck, and the more intense sensation when he had sampled from the vein in her thigh. It brought a slight flush to her cheeks, and she found herself anticipating the first time Maxwell would demand a 'payment' from her. A payment that she would quite gladly give, truth be told. Clearing her throat, she turned her gaze back to Maxwell's as he spoke, and waved off his concerns about not having much time. "Oh, don't worry. I do my best work at night, myself. So I'm up until all hours. All my classes are in the late afternoon and early evening. I'm practically nocturnal," she said with another half-grin. His request to hear her play was met with pleasure on her part. "Oh! Of course," she said, jumping up and hauling her instrument towards her, "I'd be happy to." It was tricky, but she managed to maneuver her cello case over to the small stage with only two mishaps. When she had finally reached the tiny stage, she unpacked her blue cello and settled herself onto a chair that someone provided for her. Placing the cello between her spread knees, Sonata took a deep breath, kicked off her shoes, and closed her eyes as she centered herself and readied her mind and body for playing. There was still some chatter going on, but that ceased shortly after the first few notes had resonated through the room. Her bow slid smoothly back and forth, fingers fluttering over the strings to create the haunting, undulating melody of [no embed]the Prelude to Bach's Cello Suite No. 1 (She lost herself in the rise and fall of the notes, swaying slightly back and forth in her seat as the bow and her fingers drew out the crescendoing music. It was one of her favorites to play, and the acoustics in the tiny little café were surprisingly good, serving to round out the notes until she felt goosebumps prickle her flesh. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders as she moved, her eyes remaining closed as she concentrated on the music until it drew to a close with a drawn out double note that always satisfied her. "Uppity." Maxwell gave a short chuckle. That was a word for it. "I love how some vampires have allowed humans' popular culture to inform how they think about themselves--it makes me think of how the Mafia's said to have responded to the Godfather films, but entirely more ridiculous. New Orleans was like some sort of vampire Disneyland, when I went there--well, certain quarters, anyhow. If the States were less prudish, I imagine it would all be quite obscene." There was some obscenity to be had there even so, of course, it was just slightly beneath the surface; one had to do a little scratching, and be willing to fall afoul of the law. Normally, there were human prostitutes to tend to the needs of vampires--but there, vampire sex workers helped humans realize their fantasies. He supposed that they did their business elsewhere, too, but of course wasn't familiar with them. . .Handmade use of the human variety, though. Just once. He'd felt like some sort of failure for doing it, but it had been an unusual situation. "Of course, through all this, they're stillentirelysuperior." He rolled his eyes. These were probably, in parts, the same sort of vampires who would look down on him for avoiding the company of his fellows, favoring that of humans so heavily--and not only those he saw as potential meals. He couldn't help but recognize the blush in her cheeks, and entertain a certain curiosity about the thoughts running through her head. For once, he had doubts that they were all to do with him, in particular; their conversation had jumped between being casual and formal, without much touching on those more intimate matters. She didn't seem to need the seduction; she knew what she was in for already. . .perhaps she anticipated it eagerly. He never had taken interest in listening in to human thoughts; trying to read them without such obvious information was infinitely more entertaining, more conducive to an equal exchange of ideas. As much as an existence such as his allowed, that was." Well I must say, thatiswonderfully convenient," Maxwell replied to her pleasantly, sharing in her smile. This was definitely going to be a different experience for him, even though he had been through house mates before, and she was not the only one due to move in shortly. All the others had been different, more closely resembling his usual prey, so to speak; they had never been bitten before, and needed coaxing, convincing, seducing, to be at all comfortable with the sort of arrangement with which he presented them. That element, he did not find at all distasteful, quite liking when he took hold of a person that way--the act of turning fear into desire satisfied something primal in him, and he imagined bits of that satisfaction would linger afterward, knowing that it was he who had affected such a change. None of that was necessary in Sonata, though. . .it would be terrible if he lost interest, in the absence of that. It wouldn't do him any good to get that way, considering he intended to live for years and years. There would come a time when people like her greatly outnumbered the others he knew, and he would need to change his expectations accordingly. In all, he concluded that this simply made getting to know her properly more important. He couldn't latch on to predictable qualities like that at all times. In fact, the realization that he so frequently did so was disquieting. Inevitable, perhaps, but disturbing in spite of that; a sign that he was not doing so well with respectable human behavior as he might have thought. Well, he couldn't be all things to all people. Funny, this wouldn't have bothered him even six months ago--he would've considered his willingness to take humans into his home a large step in trust and general 'mainstream' behavior." Wonderful," he remarked, leaning over to help her pick up the large case, but merely sitting back and watching as she struggled through the cramped café with it. Adding his own body to the mix would just complicate things, and he could see the stage perfectly from where he was. There was a line between being helpful and acting as though a person suddenly needed him to guide them through the world, anyhow. He needed to resist the urge to start ushering his companions around in this way, snip the bud before it started to bloom. He peered curiously at her toes when she decided to take off her shoes; what was it with some people and performing barefoot? Furthermore, he'd seen it in his time as a professional musician, as well. Were shoes and socks distracting? He didn'tTlingit, of course; he just failed to understand it. His eyes widened appreciatively when the familiar melody filled the small café in a way which immediately struck conversation, and even the occasional clink of cups and spoons, silent. It wasn't every musician who was capable of doing that, even though this was normally more of a respectful crowd than most. He was sure that his reaction would have been entirely more visceral if he was mortal but, without a heart to thud appreciatively, without breath to catch, he merely watched her in an especially still, fixed way, his lips slightly parted in wonder. . .yes, it insomuch better than the video he'd watched. He wondered how well she was able to stop foot traffic in New York's subways, for they were notorious for ignoring such stirring sounds. Once the final note faded away, he applauded heartily, his awe turning into an appreciative grin as he kept his eyes on her. Would there be more? Should he reciprocate? Time would tell, perhaps.

Eating Well For Higher Education|rating:4.0

A Dark Elf's Compensation

It was a bright and sunny day, white puffy clouds dotted a brilliant blue sky as the wind blew softly across the grass and the trees, kicking a bit of dust on the well traveled dirt road. The only thing that was out of place was a lone figure that tread upon that dirt road. Large ebony talons dug distinct patterns with each heavy step, clearly distinct from any other footprint that may have been noticed in the padded dirt. The figure was immensely tall, a towering and intimidating nine feet that dwarfed most of the races that his kind had contact with. With a long snout, a pair of fold-able wings on his back, a pair of reptilian eyes, a long tail trailing behind him and the durable grayish blue scales, it did not take any great amount of intelligence to recognize his draconian heritage. Gaist, like many of his ancestors before him was a journey to strengthen himself, as was the tradition for the son of a chieftain. He was an heir to the leadership of his tribe and therefore was required to leave his home for a time. Unlike the rest of the draconian race who had succeeded their masters and taken root in the fief they stole and built cities, he was descended from a tribe who had broken off from the rest. A good many of the draconian had seen enough of war or simply hadn't cared to carry it on and die for lords they had no love for, and had since abandoned them and made a home for themselves. Waist's tribe had chosen to follow the path of the warrior and broke off from the rest to pursue that path as nomads. Gaist was the culmination of centuries of training, selective breeding, and the absorption of alien tactics and techniques, and now he had been sent out into the world to receive the training that only real battle experience could teach him. Now if only he could figure out where he was going! He had been headed in the direction of the western nations but had misplaced the map he had been given and now the only thing guiding him was the cold hand of fate and the hope that he was heading in the right direction." Fafnir's blood!" he cursed, "I hope I hit a town soon. I haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone since I left." he whined. Looking around he tried to see any landmarks or signs that he was heading in the right direction. Unfortunately for him the topography of the western nations was completely different from that of the plains he had been so used to; the trees in particular seemed very alien to him. The only thing that hinted he was on the right track was the beaten dirt road he walked upon. Eventually the road traveled along the edge of a forest. Stopping to rest against the trunk of a large tree, he pulled out his water gourd and drank deeply. He had been walking since morning and was still no closer to where he was going or so it seemed. As he drew a deep sigh of exasperation the wind suddenly blew from behind him carrying the scent of something alive and alien to him. It was also getting closer. Bolting up from where he sat he ran away from the trees and into the open. He spun around and drew the Katina he carried at his hip. From out of the top of the trees they came down three or four at a time with swords drawn and ready to cut him down without mercy. Gaist had never seen them before, but he knew what they were. Draw. The subterranean race elves that dwell in the Underdark. Waist smirked. He had been educated in most of the races that walked upon the firmament, but the draw had been ingrained in his head as an especially strong and deadly race. They were fast, merciless and cunning. Truly a worthy group of foes for him." We'll wipe that smile off your ugly face warm-spawn." spat what Waist presumed to be their leader. His tone was full of venom and malice, but it was calm and controlled and revealed no emotion. The draw and the draconian had not parted company on the best of terms to say the least. While not directly affiliated with the draw they were still part of the same alliance and when the draconian left that alliance the draw held a quite a grudge; and they still carried it this day. Gaist readied himself, holding his sword parallel to the ground as he was charged by three draw from the rear group. They were swift and precise in their movements, but their charge was an overconfident one. Waist drew back his sword, and it seemed he would attack with a horizontal slash at the first one, however when the draw ducked to evade the predicted blow, Waist reared back and delivered a kick to his jaw that knock him off his feet. The other two continued their charge undeterred, splitting up to attack Waist from either side. Waist responded with a long sweeping stroke that severed both of their heads. The death of their comrades seemed to have disheartened the rest. Or at the very least they held their position to reconsider their plan of attack. Waist however was not so accommodating. He reached into his vest and removed an Gouda with a magic spell inscribed on it. He concentrated his focus on the paper charm, and the ground underneath one of the draw in the middle of the group erupted in fire, setting the poor man ablaze and catching his comrades off guard. Most of the remaining draw were busy evading the burning man as he flailed about or trying to put him out, the rest had their sight set on killing Waist. Waist switched which hand he held his Katina in to his left and drew his other sword, a six foot coach, which he inherited from his Grandfather. Now armed with both of his weapons and with speed no creature of his size had any right to, he charged into the fray. Taken aback by the speed with which he charged them the draw scattered. Gaist impaled the first draw he reached through the heart with his no-dacha and lifted him off the ground still impaled upon it, his lifeless body hanging limply in the air. One of his comrades approached from the side with thrust aimed at Waist's heart, stepping back and to the side he parried the thrust and countered by impaling him through the no-dacha as well in a brutal display of raw strength. Pulling his sword out of the draw's head, two draw circled around trying to attack him from behind. He spun around and tossed the limp body off of his sword and onto one of his attackers and blocked the attack from the other man. Before the first man could get up Waist stabbed him through the dead body that lay atop him and pursued his partner, thrusting at his chest with his left hand and bring his right down when he blocked his first thrust, repeating the process, his target blocking powerful blow after blow until he slipped up and was finally caught with a slash across the chest. By now the other draw had regrouped and surrounded Waist. Taking a deep breath to calm himself he waited for them to make the first move, not that he had any choice in the matter. By now the draw knew better than to underestimate him, and he knew they would be smarter about attacking him. That being said the smartest move would be to attack from behind. Attack from behind they did. Two draw swiftly approached him, one directly from behind and the other a little to his right. Expecting an attack from that direction he performed a combination of a falling leaf and a deflecting slash with his left hand, using the momentum to of blocking the second draw's sword to cut through the first one and stab the second draw with his other sword. Before Waist could even finish his slash, another one rushed him. With no time to block he was dealt a long cut across his left thigh, shallow but enough to draw blood. Had it not been for durable scales the cut would have been much deeper. In retaliation for his wound, Waist reared his head back and blew a stream of fire at the offending draw, sending him flailing and screaming in the opposite direction. It was finally down to the last two of his attackers. Waist licked his lips in anticipation and waited for them to attack. One leaped at him while the other charged, attacking him in a heaven&hell maneuver. These two were faster than the others, giving him no time to counter-attack after he blocked their respective blows, parrying and blocking one swift slash after another. It took him some time, but eventually he found an opening, and he took it, parrying an attack from the draw to his left and using the force to slit the throat of the draw to his right as he prepared to attack again. Without the aid of his partner the final draw didn't stand a chance. Waist rained down one heavy blow after another before he dropped the sword in his left hand. Gripping the no-dacha with both hands he raised it above his head and brought it down, cutting the unfortunate draw in half. Panting a bit from the excitement, Waist used his slain enemies clothes to wipe the blood off of his swords and sheathed them. "Not bad for my first real battle." he said to himself victoriously. (emerged from the woods, sword drawn, water dripped still from her long, white hair, and she smelled of clean from her long-needed bath. All was silent, too silent to her liking and paused to listen again and call out to her men. Receiving no answer, she instantly went on guard, her nude body now tense and her senses alert. Her keen hearing picked up breathing, and she spun around and crept through the bushes. She followed the sound then crouched low. Ahead, through the brush, she saw him. The Draconian who stood triumphant around the bodies of her dead men. Anger welled in her. Not particularly at the loss of the men, they were incompetent obviously if one Draconian could conquer them.but anger at the death of man who occupied her bed each night, who kept her warm and satisfied. He had been her favorite lover, the one man who was her equal in bed and out and knew just how to turn the tables and take charge during their lovemaking. But, she dismissed these thoughts now and gathered her senses. Holding the sword up and across her chest, ready to strike, she stepped from the brush, "Halt! Draconian!" she called in a loud, commanding voice, "Why did you kill my men?" She took a slow but sure step forward, one long, strong and shapely leg crossed over the other, her small feet noiseless on the ground. Eel'SSRI never took her eyes off the large creature, and her lip curled up in a haughty sneer, "You did not think you would get away with this slaughter, did you? I will not go so easily as they!" She slowly circled him, moving so she was to the opposite side of the hand with which he held his weapon. She also quickly took stock of his body, assessing it for any other weapons, calculating his strengths quickly." Answer me, creature! Before you die!" Waist spun around when he heard the feminine voice behind him, immediately drawing his swords again. He chided himself for not realizing that the true commander of the draw he killed was absent. Draw were always commanded by a woman of their own race, without exception. He expected she might be angry over the loss of her men, but he wasn't expecting her to be naked. Her current dress, or lack thereof, made him gawk at her toned, bare body in awe, he could see everything. Everything!. Her body was well-developed, both her muscles and her feminine treasures. Gaist shook his head and cast those thoughts from his mind, if he didn't take her seriously then he would be the one to die next. Now with his head back on his shoulders he answered the draw woman as she circled him, "If they didn't want to die then they shouldn't have attacked me so carelessly. The first three who charged me were pathetic, unworthy of my blades. And why do you even care? I was always taught that the draw look down on their men." Glancing down at her naked breasts he added wryly, "Nice body by the way." As they circled each other he sheathed his Katina, holding his no-dacha with both of his hands, holding parallel to the ground at her as he did before. He doubted he would have any need to use two swords against a single opponent even if she was stronger than the others, confident that he could wither down with power blows. Using both arms might even be overkill actually, given his immense strength." I'll tell you what, if you just walk away now I won't hold the actions of your men against you. And then we can both just walk away." he offered her. Eel'SSRI sneered, "I think not, Draconian. You have much to atone for. My men may have been weak, but they were MINE. Now..." she stepped up to him boldly, sword still at the ready, "YOU have two choices.submit, or be vanquished. I am in need of replacements now. You are the size of most of the men combined, so you will do nicely." Her dark eyes roamed downwards, taking in each muscle, each limb and finally rested between his legs, "Yes, you will do quite nicely..." She stepped back then, and with her free hand pointed to the ground, "On your knees Draconian. Now." she spoke the last word with emphasis, clearly brooking no argument. Her naked body was still tensed, ready to spring forth at the slightest provocation." Get. On. Your. Knees." she took one leg and with a quickness almost invisible to the naked eye, she hit him behind the knee, right in that "sweet" spot that when hit, causes your knee to bend forward uncontrollably, making him fall to the ground. When the draw woman's eyes trailed over Waist's body and finally settled, Waist puzzled looked down to where she was looking, to see he had a raging erection. He may have been able to get her nudity out of his focus, but it seemed his body was not quite so willing to do so. "Oh gee." he thought to himself, "I really do need more training." Gaist was taken aback by the speed which she kicked him, all he could see was a blur of motion when it left the ground and struck his knee. He winced as he fell to the ground, supporting himself with his left hand, his other hand still tightly clutching his no-dacha. "You're forgetting my third option," he told her as she stood there, waiting for his answer. She had been to the left of him opposite where his Katina rested at his hip, allowing the perfect chance to use an Died technique. "I can kill you and be on my merry way." he said and drew his Katina from its sheath, using the same motion of pulling it out to slash at his opponent in one fluid motion which she dodged. Now with some distance between them, Waist circled his foe, trying to decide how to go about his attack. She was fast and that would be the greatest obstacle to overcome, but he had a way of getting around that. The no-dacha he wielded, the Murano, was in fact a famous blade made by one of the famous blacksmiths of the east, and it possessed a special power; it granted almost inhuman speed and agility to the wielder. The sword had been handed down to Waist the day he left, and that was how he would defeat this woman. Gaist leaped high into the air and brought down both of his blades in her direction as he fell, not surprised when she dodged his strike. But he gave her no time to retaliate, he rained down one blow after another at her from every angle; confident the speed boost he received from the family heirloom would be enough to keep her on the defensive until he landed the finishing blow. Eel'SSRI dodged the first two blows, but the next two landed hard on her small form. She could feel the blood flow from the slices, but she bit back the pain and answered with two slices of her own sword, across his abdomen before she spun on her bare feet, creating distance from him." Nicely done, Draconian..." she said with a chilled smile, "But you will not get so lucky anymore." she leapt up easily, nimbly, and flipped in the air to land behind him this time, sword swinging even as she fell, in the hopes that she could catch his neck and sever his head before she hit the ground, hit while she had the advantage of height over this 9 foot tall creature. She was a beautiful if deadly sight in the air. Nude, white hair wildly framed her lovely face in a leonine halo, her sword glinting in the summer sunlight. A pure, deadly sort of radiance emanated around her as well, an aura of violence and exotic desire. Things were not going as he had planned. Not only was she able to thwart his attacks, but she was even able to launch a counter-attack despite the ferocity of his strikes. She had been parrying and blocking most of his strikes that hadn't surprised him, but what got him was how she was able to reduce the damage to minor, shallow cuts. He could get a hit on her given enough time, but if things stay the way they are then she'd eventually find a weakness in his swordplay and land a fatal blow. She'd already made two good hits on his torso, and deeper than the wound on his leg made by the draw he had killed before. If he didn't end this soon he could very well bleed to death. And the way she spun away from him after she had landed her blows, was simply remarkable. It was like she was dancing instead of fighting. When she leapt at him, she was able to close the distance between them and outmaneuver him by getting at him from behind. He almost didn't react in time to block her strike at his neck, which might have killed him. Even with his durable scales, he would never chance a direct blow to his neck, lest she sever his femoral artery. But block it he did, just in the nick of time, bring his swords behind his back, a loud metal clang echoing through the air when all three blades collided. "You're not too bad yourself, dark elf." he said before she landed. "She may have been fast on her feet, but she couldn't possibly maneuver herself while still in the air." Waist though, and spun around to deliver a powerful kick to the falling dark elf. She knew what was coming, years of training had taught her well and had honed her instincts to a fine edge. She knew as soon as his blades hit hers what he's going to do. Furthermore, she kicked her legs over her head, pushing off the ground as the first foot contacted the ground. Furthermore, she saw his massive foot heading her way and instead of gut he contacted a sharp hip bone, which knocked her askew, but she could breathe through the pain and bruising.she STILL had her breath. She landed awkwardly but used the momentum to continue around, in a circle before she crouched low, her chilly smile back, "You missed, Draconian." she said with a taunting smile as she began to circle him again, looking for a chance, assessing his vulnerabilities. Blood from her wounds mingled with sweat and ran in rivulets down her torso and over her ample breasts. She looked like a painted warrior now, and even more alluring than before." Had enough? Or shall we continue this dance? I am up for it, but it will be your last dance, the last dance of the dead man..." she chuckled low, and before he could blink, she charged him, blade at the ready, held low across her chest, ready to parry and slice. Missed? His kick still connected with her body, thereby making it a successful strike. Or so he always defended. During his training his mother always told him that if you miss your mark, even if you still connects you've missed. Her words to him never really sunk in, however. He could see where his foot impacted on her body. "Her body..." his thoughts drawing away from the threat she posed and to the graceful and sensuous body before him. Covered in sweat her breasts heaved with effort as she recovered from the pain of his kick, her long supple legs, a pouting, hairless womanhood, firm flat stomach, a full firm set of breasts and a rather alluring face for any man to look upon. She was absolutely gorgeous." I can do this all day!" he boasted proudly to her, but inwardly he was thinking, "I can't keep this up for much longer. It's time to switch styles and put everything into one clean stroke." And so saying to himself, he raised his sword above his head, angled back and down at a 45-degree angle in a classical readying stance for the falling avalanche. Finally, he moved his right back behind to achieve the proper footing. If only he had noticed the dismembered head of one of his victims. Gaist lost his footing and stumbled back upon the head, almost crushing it with his weight, but not before he began to fall flat on his back, unable to do anything as the prowess approached him with lethal intent. She charged forward and brought her sword to bear, down on his neck, "This why you should always clean your play area, Draconian." she smirked and switched the blade in her hand, and took the hilt between both, point directly downward, ready to plunge it deep into his throat." Say goodbye, Draconian.say goodbye or agree to submit to my will. You killed my men, you can either die or consent to become mine. What will it be?" She pushed the sword point just barely in against his neck, not puncturing the flesh, but enough so that he can feel it, know she was quite serious in her intent to kill him. She lifted a bare, now dirty foot and brought it down between his legs, gently caressing his cock, a gesture that was in sharp contrast to the sword at his throat, ready to end his life. Waist gritted his teeth, his eyes shut tight in anguish at his defeat as the pointed tip of the prowess' blade pressed against his throat. Even with his durable hide there was no way he could survive, she was more than strong enough to send it through to the other side of his neck. Looking down as much as he could have given the sword pressed to his neck he looked at the voluptuous and naked dark elf standing over him victoriously. It certainly wasn't how he expected his end to look. He had always thought he would die against an invading horde or against an older, grisly, battle hardened warrior. And he certainly never expected his killer to be naked. Currently, she was standing directly on him, giving him a perfect view of all her body had to offer, especially her hairless sex. The very sight was enough to make his cock strain against its cloth prison, twitching excitedly even without the prowess' foot stroking over it gently. Gaist cursed himself for his failure to notice the severed head behind him. If only he hadn't fallen, if only he could have had his chance to strike! But he had been taught not to dwell on "if on lies", and to focus on the present situation at hand and deal with it accordingly. But how did you deal with a sword to your throat? The only way you could: on the sword wielder's terms. Swallowing, he looked at his captor in the eyes, "If... If I accept, and surrender my life to you... Will there be many enemies for me to fight? Can I become stronger?" he asked her, almost pleadingly. She instantly stepped back, sword to her side, "There will be many, I hope you do better than you have here, Draconian." Erel'SSRI shook her head, settling her white hair better before she gestured for him to stand, "Up. To your knees. Pledge yourself to me." she pointed to the ground at her feet and stood with a regal bearing that made her seem larger than life, certainly much larger than her small, Draw frame would normally lead you to believe. She remained unashamed of her nudity, and her dark eyes watched Waist intently, her body was still tense and ready to spring into action should he try -anything.- Waist was instantly relieved when he felt the sword tip leave his neck, though he was a bit disappointed that her foot also left his bulging crotch. Slowly he got up onto his knees and looked at his new mistress as she pointed to the ground in front of her. Slowly he got to his feet, and collected his no-dacha, but made no motion to attack her. Instead, he gripped it so that the blade protruded downward. Falling onto one knee before her, his free hand rested on his other knee. Still holding his sword he plunged it into the ground and bowed his bleeding torso and his head to his new mistress. "I, Waist Ironstone of the Faithful Draconian clan, pledge to devote myself and my blades in service to you, for as long as I shall live. My life is yours, Mistress." Her smile warmed now, she was no longer the fearsome warrior, but was now a benevolent Mistress as she nodded slightly, "I am Eel'SSRI of the Draw. You will serve me well, brave Draconian." She tapped his shoulders with her sword, lightly it touched each before she stepped back, "you will not only serve me martially, but also learn to serve me in bed." She pointed a long, slim finger to a headless Draw, "you not only killed my soldiers, but also my lover.and a female Draw with no man to serve her can be quite...cranky.and you would not want that, would you Waist?" She grinned, and it was a feral grin, certainly enough to send a shock of fear through his spine, after all.he had seen her fight, what would she be like if she was "cranky?" Eel'SSRI, so that was his mistress' name. It would be a name he would carry for the rest of his life. Gaist felt the light tap on each of his shoulders, he had heard about this. It was a ceremonial action in other nation's military's to signify ascension to knighthood or something. It was not unusual to him, he went through a formal ceremony of his own when he came of age, though he was not entirely sure of what it signified to the draw. His head snapped up to look at her when she informed him that he would also be her lover form now on. His gaze followed her finger to where she pointed, it was one of the draw he had slain by decapitation. One of the very first two he had killed in fact. He shivered visibly when she grinned at him, and felt an icy chill run down his spine at the mention of her being cranky. "Uh, no... no Mistress that would not be good would it?" Even so, he had not even in his wildest dreams, okay maybe in his wildest dreams, but those were far and in between, that he never thought that he would be the chosen lover of such a skilled and powerful prowess. It was not a part of his journey, but he had also hoped to find a mate he could bring back with him when he returned to his clan. She certainly filled all the criteria: a warrior, beautiful, skilled, strong, and a perfect candidate to lead his clan. His mother would love her!However, he kept such thoughts to himself. It was no secret that the draw looked down upon other races, and it seemed a dream within a dream that she would even consider abandoning her station amongst her own people for him or his clan. She turned her back to him and moved off to where her caravan sat waiting. Without a word she ducked inside, parting the curtains in the doorway with a slap of her hand. She did not look over her shoulder to see if he followed, she had confidence he would. Inside, the caravan tent was roomy, a thick, soft carpet was laid over the ground. Large, overstuffed pillows sat here and there and a small table with collapsible legs sat in the middle of the tent, spread with food and drink. In the corner was tucked a pile of furs and pillows and silks-her bed. It all looked terrifically inviting and warm and comfortable. She drew on a robe before her would have entered and smoothed her messy hair before she took a seat at the table and stretched out her long legs and began to eat ravenously, the exerts thus far today had made her very hungry and from the look in her eyes while she was stroking the Draconian's cock.hungry in more ways than one. Waist quickly got back on his feet as his mistress turned to leave the battle stained roadside. He collected his other sword and sheathed them both before he ran to catch up with her. He made sure to walk a few paces behind her out of respect. That and he wasn't sure where they were going. He assumed they would be returning to her camp, or whatever she had come from. The path leading into the woods was not an entirely pleasant one, he had to duck a few low branches here and there and step over a few bushes, not really being built for a forest environment. Eventually he could smell fire and the other smells of a caravan not too far away in the distance. When the treeline broke he could row of tents and wagons with supplies loaded on them and other dark elves as they went about their work. One particularly large tent caught his eye, and Eel'SSRI walked right into it. Not knowing if he was supposed to follow her or not, he took a guess and went in, pushing the curtain aside. He had never seen such a lavish tent before. Large expensive looking pillows and a stack of furs and equally expensive silks, but what surprised him the most was the carpet laid out. The best you could ever expect to find in a tent of his tribe was a bunch of old dirty furs, a pile of hay and an old mammoth skin to walk on. Not wanting to ruin his mistress' fine flooring he stepped back outside and reached into his pack to remove some special leather cones for his talons, so that he didn't shred any of the sheets if he stayed at an inn or something. With his feet properly guarded he walked back into the tent to find his mistress dressed, her hair smoothed out and sitting at a table eating. Unsure of what to do he simply stood there and took the contents of the tent in some more. "Sit" she said curtly, "eat..." she tore of a piece of bread and dipped it in a sort of oil in which herbs floated, "you must be famished after the fight." She looked up at him and then down to his taloned feet, "Thank you for that. I appreciate your concern.this will be your home too, and I am sure you do not want it messed up any more than I do." She patted the pillows near her then stretched her hands back behind her and leaned back, her robe gaped open to reveal her exquisite body again, "So tell me about yourself Waist, where do you come from what brought you here and what do I need to know about you?" "My...home?" he pondered aloud. Home is where the heart is, and his heart was where the battles were. Before he had sworn his life to his Mistress he had no direction, no map of where to find them, but now, under her, he had a straight road to find them. She did say that there would many after all. So in essence his home was with her. "I'm home." he said. The thought brought a smile to his draconian face and removed his swords from his waist and sat down cross-legged on the pillow Eel'SSRI had patted, his swords laying next to him. Gaistwasstarving! He always had an appetite after a good fight or a training bout, but it didn't help that he had skipped breakfast that day to conserve his food supply. Without any further prompting, he heartily dug in, able to eat most of it one bite. He was not disappointed in the meal, some of the food he had never seen before, some he had but never this good. The bread in particular was to die for. He had eaten bread on occasion, but never this fresh, it had always been a day or two old and by then hard and stale. She caught his eye when she leaned back against the pillow, her robe spilling open to reveal her sensuous body again. Catching himself gawking at her, he went back to his meal, thinking thoughtfully before he answered her questions about him. "I hail from the Asian plains far to the east of here, and I am descended from the faithful, following the true path of the warrior, and I am one of the sons of its chieftain. What brought me to you, I am on journey to steel myself. I have trained constantly so that I might become a warrior worthy of my name, but the time for training is passed. The only thing left for me is to experience war and battle as only they can teach me." Reaching for another piece of food from the table and finding nothing, he turned to Eel'SSRI, "You should know that this will not be enough to fill me." he told her comically. "I am capable of using magic. You must have noticed the two charred bodies of one of your men yes? One was the result of the Judas given to me when I departed. They are magical paper charms that hold a spell and release it at will. The other man I simply breathed fire on." he stopped there and picked up his no-dacha, "This blade is called the Murano. It is one of the famous great swords, forged by Dramas himself, and it bestows great speed upon whoever wields it, as you have seen for yourself." Putting the sword down again, he continued, "Most importantly, I have pledged my life to you, and I am honor bound to uphold my word, even if it costs me my life. You may d with me as you wish." he said and bowed his head to her in reverence. He also winced as the movement caused the wounds on his abdomen to open up again, trails of blood slowly running down his stomach. She spots the blood and immediately hops up, "Lay back, I will get your bandages." she moves off to a chest in a corner and opens it. She seems oblivious to her own blood that is soaking through her robe from her own wounds. Furthermore, she turns to walk back to him when she stumbles, the blood loss having caught up with her. Down onto her knees she goes, her dark eyes wide, "I.seem to weakened as well, Draconian." she leans forward, holding out the bandages to him, "Perhaps you should bind yourself whilst I see to my own wounds." She goes back on her heels and leans back to the chest to retrieve more bandages. It is clear she is in pain now that the rush of the fight and excitement of the moment is over. She moves with careful, easy movements, taking her time before she at last simply leans on the chest, drawing in slow, easy breaths to steady and fortify herself." Gaist, when you are done, you will see to my own wounds..." she whispers then falls to the side, unconscious, her robe now soaked with blood. When she had handed Waist the bandages he immediately started to remove the large red vest that he wore so that she could tend to him properly, surprised that his mistress would treat him so warmly. Never mind that she had only just met him, but he didn't think he would be much more than a slave to her kind. "Yes mistress." he said as he took the bandages from her and started to wrap them around his torso. He stopped just as quickly as he had started when she whispered her instructions to him and passed out over the chest. His eyes went wide and shot himself over to her small form, cradling her bloody body, "Mistress! Mistress Eel'SSRI!" but she didn't respond. Adrenaline raced through him as the ripped laid her down and grabbed another roll of bandages and cleaning alcohol from the chest. He pulled her blood soaked robe off and patted up what he could to identify where she was bleeding from. Hastily he's pouring the alcohol over the wounds on her shoulders, fearing for her life if he wasn't fast enough. He sat her up against the chest and moved her arms that he could get at the wounds, wrapping the bandages around the wound over and over. When the first was properly covered, he wrapped the bandages around her torso above and underneath her ample bosom, before repeating the process with her other shoulder. When he was satisfied it was enough her tied the end shut and gently laid her down on one of the oversized pillows. Going over to the corner that held the pile of furs and silks he grabbed one of the furs and draped over her unconscious body. The only thing he could do now was wait. "Devil take me if she dies." he said out loud as he watched over her. An offer he was going to keep. He didn't see to his own wounds, seeing little point in living if she died now. He would be the laughingstock of his clan, pledging his life to her only to have her die from the wounds he inflicted in the same day. Furthermore, he could never have lived with the shame, and so he only made to wipe up the blood seeping from him with the robe she wore, doubting she would care as it had already been ruined. She sighed and muttered about being stupid as she was tended. Through half-closed eyes, she looked up at Waist, watching his frantic tending to her wounds and she could not help but smile a sort of.motherly smile. But then she realized her predicament, and the fact that this creature had only JUST pledged himself to her, he could also betray her any moment. She opened her eyes after he laid her on the furs and watched him clean himself. A tentative hand reached up to touch her bandages as she spoke, "You did well, Draconian." her tone was strong, but not curt or cold." Take that robe and burn it, after you bandage yourself. I will sleep now. Tomorrow we will discuss your role with me." She patted the pillows around her bed, "You may sleep here for tonight, until I am recovered, then you will be in my bed, pleasuring me as I see fit. But keep in mind..." she sat up on her elbows and looked at him, "I always sleep with one eye open and on alert. Try anything, and you will bead before you hit the ground." Then she laid back without another word, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep... Words failed to express how relieved Waist was when his Mistress spoke to him, praising him even. He had been too focused on bandaging her wounds and stopping the bleeding to notice the smile she gave him, or that she was even awake to witness his treatment." Yes. Yes Mistress. Thank you." he said to her. She sleeps with one eye open? "Does that mean I don't have to stand guard tonight?" he thought to himself as a joke. If she had asked it he would stand guard for her. Not that he would have been much better. He had lost a decent amount of blood himself and was slightly fatigued from the day's happenings. After giving himself a final pat down to clean up the blood on his person, he padded over to the chest and used the cleaning alcohol on his own wounds. Hissing from the sting of the fluid as it cleaned the wounds he started wrapping the bandages around torso again, more calmly and organized this time. Once he had finished he did the same for his leg as well, though he wasn't really concerned about it. It was only a minor cut in comparison to the one she had given him. When he was properly treated he gathered the furs and laid one down for himself. Despite Eel'SSRI's warning he decided to take a gamble and laid a fur on top of her. It wouldn't do if she had caught a fever from not properly keeping warm. Finally, he laid himself down on the sleeping fur and pulled a pillow over to rest his head and maw against. "It's certainly as soft and as comfortable as it looks." he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep. The night passed uneventfully, she did indeed sleep with one eye open, on alert, tensed.but she had never needed much sleep in any case. The morning found her feeling better, recovered a bit from her blood loss, and she sat up on her elbows, watching the Draconian sleep beside her by the very meager light of the rising sun that illuminated the tent. She quirked her brow. He was an ugly creature, but there was a ruggedness about him that was appealing. His strength was great, his skill greater as evidenced by her dead men rotting outside. She leaned forward to run her hand between his legs. She had gotten a look at a massive bulge there yesterday and now, she tested it while he was sleeping. Furthermore, she smiled then, he was a big one. That will come in handy. He tongue snaked out to lick at her lips before she sat up fully and crossed her naked legs under herself and sat waiting for him to rise. Waist slept soundly next to his Mistress, dreaming of where they would go and who they would fight as they traveled together. He also dreamed about bedding his new mistress as well, a stupid grin adorning his face as he slept. The fur he had pulled over himself was laying at his side, leaving his large form, clad only in his trousers, open for all to see. Especially the bulge at his crotch. His dreams only got more explicit when she reached between his legs to stroke his already swollen cock, chuckling a bit as her hand glided over its girth. Slowly he opened his eyes and was greeted to the sight of his naked Mistress sitting before him, though it took him a minute to clear his blurry vision. "Oh! Mistress!" he said groggily as he sat up onto his knees. "It seems that my first aid was in time. How do you feel? Does it hurt at all?" he asked her, his heavy tail swishing back and forth a bit from the excitement of seeing his Mistress awake. His black slotted pupils regarded her naked form with respect and concern. In fact, he was so concerned he had completely forgotten about the morning wood poking out from his crotch as he regarded her. "I am well, recovering. My wounds will heal." she looked downwards, between his legs and smiled before she looked up into his eyes again, "And you Draconian? Are you well?" She sat up then, on her knees then rose gracefully to her feet to look down at him, "I hope you are well. Because your training is about to begin." She padded over to a large wooden chair and sat down before she draped her arms up over the back. She spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening sex, and then one finger hooked slowly, beckoning to him, "Come to me Waist. Come to your Mistress, bow before her. Kiss her feet. Pledge yourself once more into her service..." Her delicate, small feet rose up on the tips of the toes, elongating her legs, her calf muscles tensed enticingly, and she smiled a small, bewitching smile as she waited for him to comply. "I am Mistress. It would seem you lost more blood than I did despite my deeper wounds. I am ready for any training you have for me." he informed her, eager to begin whatever she had in mind for his first lesson. A quick glance to the empty table told, and he surmised that he would only be getting breakfast until after he had earned it. He doubted she had eaten as well, she wasn't even dressed yet. His brows rose when she beckoned him over to her with a long, slender finger, crawling over to where she sat. Moving onto one knee before her in much the same way he had done the day before, except he held his fist closed and planted on the floor. He bowed his torso and his head to his dark mistress. "I, Waist Ironstone of the Faithful Draconian clan, pledge to devote myself and my blades in service to you, for as long as I shall live. My life is yours, Mistress." he swore again to her. With his pledge recited to her, he moved onto his hands and knees and lowered his maw to her feet, planting a kiss on her right foot and then her left foot. It would have shamed almost any warrior to do such a thing. But Waist had pledged his life to her, knowing she would look down on him in likelihood and saw little point in trying to fight that. And she was his mistress, in teaching and in service. He was far from being her equal. Eel'SSRI looked down at Waist with her dark, hooded eyes. She watched his every move with an almost clinical gaze, examining him, watching for how he handled her orders. His maw felt.odd.as he kissed her feet and she wondered to herself how sex with a Draconian will feel.how sex with a creature of his size and.appearance will feel. He was not her usual sort of bedmate and there would be much adjustment she was sure, but despite his ugliness, she was eager to feel it.feel him... But there was time for that. Time for all of that, once he was used to how things would go with her. She slowly pulled her feet back and tucked them under herself on the chair." You seemed surprised at how I have treated you thus far. You must have heard of how we Draw are toward others. I will tell you that are NOT my equal, do not ever think that, but I am not so hard-hearted that I treat my servants as animals. Do you understand this, Draconian?" She looked down at him again and stood up, hovering over him in thought if not actually physically given her stature compared to his. Waist raised himself back up to a kneeling after had kissed her small feet, charcoal feet, but he didn't dare raise his head to look at her until she ordered him, or gave him approval to do so. He also kept his gaze lowered and locked to her feet as well in case she was able to see where he was looking. It was hard to tell when you were almost as tall as the person you were kneeling to, even when you kneeled before them. He had had a few human lovers before, but none as beautiful as her. He had a fascination with their skin, being so different from his scales. Both felt smooth, but they were each a different kind of smooth. Theirs was more like silk whereas he was told his skin was more like a fine polished leather. Gaist had already known where he stood in the relationship when Eel'SSRI got up and told him he was not her equal. But he was relieved to hear that she did not have the cold and hardened disposition he was told most draw women have when dealing with their men. At least he wouldn't be outright treated like a dog or a slave while serving her." Yes. Yes Mistress I understand. Thank you. Please take good care of me." I am hungry and there are the bodies of my worthless men for you to deal with. Go clean them up, set them to burn far enough away and downwind so that their weakness does not taint the air in this place and I will set out the food for the morning. After we are fed, we will discuss our journey and where to go next. She looked back at Waist, over her shoulder, "I am a wanderer. Seeking treasure and adventure, Draconian. I go where the wind takes me or my whims point.now get to your work and be quick about it." She padded off to her wardrobe case and opened to pull out a rather skimpy leather ensemble and began to don it, covering her sex and breasts, but leaving little to the imagination. "Yes Mistress." he said and rose back up to his feet. It was comical how much he dwarfed the dark elf in size, not only in height but in physique as well. He gathered his damaged vest and put it on, the tears in the flaps caused it to flutter it he moved too quickly. "I'll have to mend this later on or find something new to wear." he thought to himself as he tied his belt around his waist. Gaist the type of Draconian who always needed to eat breakfast first thing in the morning, so he quickly set out to do what he had to. Once he was out of the tent he removed the leather pads on his talons and took off towards the site of the battle at a run. He certainly had his work cut out for him. If he had known he would have to clean up this mess he would have tried to kill them a bit more cleanly. But where was he going to burn them? Eel'SSRI had told him to do it downwind, but he couldn't really feel one... Fortunately he spied a large hill not too far away from his location, he'd burn them behind there! Picking up two bodies in each arm he set about his task, making four trips in total. He did need to collect their heads after all and the one he split down the middle. Arranging them into a neat pile on top of each other he said a prayer, reared his head and let loose with his fiery breath. "Rest in peace warriors." he said before turning back to their former camp. Eel'SSRI finished dressing after the Draconian had moved off to his task and pulled a comb through her white, disheveled hair. She adjusted her leather dress and tied off her long ponytail with a simple beaded leather strap. After she was satisfied with her appearance, she set to putting out the breakfast food. Bread, fruit and some Pre-made cheese was put on the low table and a jug of her second-finest mead. She turned and straightened out the furs and blankets they had slept on then settled in to wait on Waist. She stretched out her long, shapely legs and wiggled her toes childishly as her mind wandered to the days...and nights to come. Furthermore, she knew she was desirable, she knew the Draconian wanted her, but he would wait. Furthermore, she would make him wait, make him wait to see how he handled it. At least she heard him approach, and she sat up and turned to watch him enter the tent, "Sit, Waist and you will tell me where you think our journey should take us next..." she pushed a plate toward him and nodded, "eat." Waist quickly put the pads back, back on his talons and opened the flaps to the tent, greeted by the intoxicating smell of food. His mistress was fully dressed and sat waiting for his return, her hair combed and fully dressed for a change. Not that it made much difference seeing as you could still see so much of her, and she was still just as intoxicating fully dressed. Gaist was beaming with joy as he sat down in a cross-legged position. He happily took the plate and began eating, taking small bites of the strange draw cheeses that were on it, as well as the fruits he had never seen before. None of them seemed to taste all that bad, but he was still unfamiliar with them which made eating one a surprise in itself. He looked puzzled when Eel'SSRI asked him where he thought they should go next. "Oh Mistress I have no idea! My plan, if you could call it that, was simply to travel westward. I did not have a destination in mind, save for a few vague ideas." he confessed. Eel'SSRI settled down at the table with Waist and stretched her long legs out, "We will go westward then. Wherever the road takes us." Just as she spoke, voices were heard outside." There are my other servants, return from the hunt." she reached out and pet Waist's head, "You will have meat now, Draconian. I am sure you will enjoy that." She then stood up and headed for the door, tearing at a piece of bread in her hand with her teeth as she stepped outside to greet her returning people." As you can see..." she gestured around, "You comrades are gone. Dead. They were weak and dispatched by a warrior who is now in my service." she gestured back to the tent, "Waist. Show yourself. Show yourself to those you will be serving alongside." Waist was a bit alarmed when he heard voices outside but calmed himself when Eel'SSRI identified them as her servants. Waist though it was strange that there were so many tents outside. Surely the men he killed didn't warrant all of them? From what he had heard of the draw it would've been unlikely that each as was given his own tent, unless it was a woman of course. The mention of a hunt certainly caught his interest. Hunting means animals, and animals mean meat! The comical manner in which the prowess reached out to pet the oversized brute on his head like a pet was certainly appropriate, given how his golden eyes lit up, and his tail swished excitedly behind him. Fresh meat! There was nothing better for an empty stomach! Waist's only reply to was to lick his lips in anticipation of his meal. He finished the last piece of food left on the plate and hastily got up to follow Eel'SSRI, but stopped when she exited the tent without him. She seemed to tolerate his presence well enough but what about her men? Even if they were second class citizens that still made them better than an outsider, and it was more than likely they would take umbrage to an outsider bedding their superior rather than one of her own. Bendign down to pick up his swords and replace them in his belt he opened the flap of the tent and stepped out to meet his new "allies". He was certainly as sight to behold, appearing as a giant amongst a throng of toddlers. "Hail and well met, my comrades. My name is Waist Ironstone. Please take good care of me." Eel'SSRI's servants looked.startled.to put it mildly. The Prowess herself stood to the side, arms crossed, which pushed her ample breasts upwards, straining against her leather gown. There were five servants in total, all men, all who seemed cowed by the presence of the Draconian and confused as to his presence there amongst them.and in their Mistresses tent." This, as he said, is Waist. He is mine now. I bested him in battle after he dispatched your worthless comrades.including my lover. He will be serving me closely, and you will treat him with respect and as one of your own." The servants all hesitantly nodded and bowed then moved forward to greet Waist and introduce themselves. The five men smelled of earth and the forest and hunting, the blood of the prey still dotted their clothing. They all began to instruct Waist on how their Mistress liked things done, how she expected things to be run and other pertinent, important facts-all set to keep them and him out of trouble. Or did they? There was a look in the male Draw's eyes of malicious mischief as they spoke to the Draconian."...and she adores huckleberries. They grow wild around here, Waist. If you REALLY want on her good side, gather some and bake them into her meat pie. They give it a nice tang, an earthy flavor that she goes insane for." The helpful Draw point out the huckleberry bushes and put their fingers to their lips, "We won't say a word, she loves a good surprise..." Waist listened intently as the draw filled him on what his duties would be under the dark lady. Since he was the one killed her bodyguards, his main duty would be to guard and protect her in their absence. That and pleasure her whenever she wanted him to. Not that he needed them to tell him that, she had made her intentions toward him quite clear before she fell asleep yesterday. Given the importance of guarding their mistress, his other tasks were few. He would be responsible for the heavy lifting, carrying water, loading supplies, and other such things that required a great deal of muscle. Nothing that he wasn't used to. The draw had been very helpful in getting him situated into his new role. Too helpful. He expected them to follow Eel'SSRI's orders, and they had, but he highly doubted that draw would be so helpful and friendly to an outsider like him. It would be a great source of amusement and gratification to see him fall under the wrath of their mistress, of that he was sure. He had to be careful of what he digested from them, especially when they gave advice on getting on Eel'SSRI's good side. As he pondered the conundrum of how to deal with the draw and their "advice", he was turning the rest of his breakfast on a spit. A good-sized boar had been one of their catches during their hunt, and he loved a well cooked piece of pork. The draw were curing the meat and tending to their other duties, leaving him alone to his imminent meal and his thoughts. "Huckleberries, hmph!" he had once eaten huckleberries, and he would never forget the horrors they put his stomach through. Perhaps they simply didn't agree with his anatomy, or perhaps it was only for draconian, but if it was, he certainly didn't see any of them on his Mistress' plate yesterday or this morning! He scratched his head thinking about how he could fix things. As it stood, they didn't trust him, and he didn't them either. There had to be a way for him to earn their favor though... Gaist continued to think about his predicament and before long the meat was cooked to perfection and ready to eat. Grabbing a large plate and a knife and fork he started to carve up the large boar in sections, placing the pieces on the plate. When he was done he picked out the choice pieces and happily started digging in. Eel'SSRI stood in her tent, looking out over the camp through a thin gap in the curtains that covered her doorway. Her eyes slid from her fellow Draw going about their chores and duties to the woods and other equipages that sat nearby to finally come to rest on her newest conquest. She crossed her arms over her ample chest and her fingers drummed lightly on her skin, making almost inaudible tap-taps as she watched him." The Draconian are curious, ugly creatures." she thought idly, then tilted her head as her eyes slid over his reptilian-like form. He had an.allure.to him. His body was strong, that appealed to her. His manners were cordial, deferential- now that she had bested him in battle and that too held a sort of appeal. She had never had a Draconian in her bed and she wondered with a sort of morbid curiosity how it will feel. She had no doubts that she would bed him. Eventually. The time was drawing near. It had been awhile since she had laid with a man-at least a week, and to her that was an eternity. But she had concerns. He was stronger, there was no doubt in this, and he was so.large. Was all of him to be that large? She smiled then. A smile that was almost shyly girlish as she imagined how large he will be. But then her better sense kicked in, and she wondered if once in that vulnerable of a state, would he break her? Could be turned on her? And more practically.could she be bred by him? That thought sickened her. She would have to take precautions and look to the moons and stars for just the right time. She turned to a small book she kept and carefully counted out the days of her cycle with an intense look upon her lovely, pale face. Again that smile dawn on her lips, this time a wickedness tainted it, carried deep in her eyes. The time was perfect. The stars and moons were aligned. She looked to her furs and bedding then parted the curtains to call out, "Waist! When you are finished with your meal, report to me. I have much for you to do." She let the cloth drop in place again before he answered and made her way to her small, portable desk in the corner of the tent to settle into her chair and wait on the Draconian to appear... Waist startled a bit when he heard his mistress call out to him from her tent, thinking perhaps that he had eaten more than she would have liked him to. The plate he had placed the carved up boar on had considerably less on it than when he had started. The total boar was a meal and a half for him but perhaps an entire days worth for her and her men. Possibly more. But surely she already knew that he would eat more; that he had to eat more than the others?" Yes Mistress!" he called out after swallowing the piece he had in his mouth. Whatever the reason for his summons he finished what was left on his plate and took a few more pieces from the main plate, although he ate them much more quickly than the rest of his meal. She said to come when he was finished, but that didn't mean he had all day to eat. He did that once with his mother, and he still remembers the all the bumps on his head for it. Licking his clawed fingers clean of any pieces he set the plate down next to the plateful of boar. Getting up he turned to the draw who were still working some ways off, "Have as much as you like my friends! The boar is cooked to perfection!" he called out to them. Even if they didn't like him they did catch and kill the beast, which meant they were more than entitled to join in the feast. Walking over to Eel'SSRI's tent he wiped his vest off and checked to make sure the leather studs were still on his ebony talons before walking in. He was still nervous that he had eaten too much, but his hid that fact as best he could. Warriors never show fear! Besides, she had even said so herself that she wasn't so harsh with her subordinates. He took that to heart and stepped through the flaps of the tent, "How may I serve you Mistress?" She pointed around at the tent as Waist entered, "I wish the bedding to be air. I want the furs beaten and hung over tree limbs in the sun. I want this done to the carpets as well. Furthermore, I want the cushions plumped and the water bottles filled. The coffers that contain fruits and vegetables must be filled and get the cooks to prepare my special bread. They will know what you mean." Erel'SSRI finally turned to look at the Draconian, "I want you to fix yourself a pallet in the corner, but most nights you will sleep beside me. I have decided that tonight will be the first where you pleasure me. The moons in my cycle are right." She gave Waist a small smile and turned back to her journals, "Get to work and do it quietly. I have much accounting to do before tonight." Waist was relieved to see he had not earned his Mistress's ire from his long meal. The tasks she had laid for him, for the most part, were nothing out of the ordinary for a nomad such as he. Furs and mats got dirty no matter who or where they were used and filling food coffers and water bottles was no difficult concept either. He wasn't quite sure how to plump cushions, but he figured he could ask his new comrades for help in that matter. And the bread was somebody else's job entirely. Gaist was a bit confused at first when she said that the moons were right. "What does the moon have to do with..." he thought to himself? And then it clicked: She was timing it so as not to become heavy with child. He could see why she would be concerned. For a draw to bear the child of a lesser race would be most humiliating and shameful indeed. However, her fears were for naught. To successfully mate with him required the help of one of the shamans of his clan, but he would tell her that little fact later. "Yes mistress." And with that he took to his task. He rolled up the furs and the carpets and placed them outside the tent. Once they were all out and in a pile he threw them over his shoulder and found a good spot to hang them, in the sun as she had instructed, and turned around to beat them with his heavy tail. After an hour or two he had them all beaten clean and was ready to go on about his other tasks. By the time he was done it was almost sunset, and he could smell the bread as it baked. All he had left to do was to return the furs and carpets and make a pallet for himself. He was looking forward to bedding Eel'SSRI. In fact, he was almost beaming. Not that you could see it in his face, but by the way his tail swished back and forth excitedly. As the sun began to dip beneath the horizon he was joined by the rest of her subordinates who had brought wood for a fire to cook their dinner. Eel'SSRI remained in her tent for the day. She had much accounting and journaling to catch up on and as the sun began to set, her servants came in and set her table for her evening meal. She ate heartily, wanting to build up her strength for the evening ahead of her. After her dinner was finished, she bathed. A long, slow bath where she anointed herself with perfumes and oils and brushed out her long, white hair until it crackled and glistened brilliantly. Eventually she arranged herself on the furs and blankets. She stretched out wearing a diaphanous gown of sheer, soft, silky fabric and awaited her Draconian. She was throbbing with anticipation, excited about this unknown experience, but she feigned a careless expression.it would never do to tip her hand. Dinner around the fire was rather quiet. Not much more than a sentence or two passing between the draw and Waist. Perhaps it was merely due to his presence, or perhaps the draw simply did not care for small talk. It was worlds apart from what the draconian was used to. As good as the food was, the silence was very unsettling, and he wondered if he should try to initiate a conversation himself. He had made inquiries about the food, how it was prepared, what it was and such but their answers were so short and succinct he decided against it. Gaist turned his gaze skyward for a moment, admiring the view of the two moons that hung in the sky, surrounded by the twinkling stars. It was a rather beautiful night with a good breeze. The plains themselves were not much to look at, so the people who chose live on them tended to look at the night sky and Waist was no exception. The wind changed, and he caught a whiff of something sweet and perfume and remembered Eel'SSRI had said tonight would be the night he pleasured her. Wiping his maw and taking a drink of water to wash his food down the set his plate and silverware down, "Thank you for the meal. I will turn in for the night. Sleep well my comrades." he said and turned towards his mistress' tent. To say that Waist was excited would be an understatement. He had wanted to have a taste of the dark elf's body the moment he laid his eyes upon her naked form, and now he would get his chance! He checked to make sure that he still wore the leather pads on his talons and shook the stupid grin off of his face before he entered Eel'SSRI's tent. He pushed the flaps of the tent open and was greeted to the sight of the dark elf in a sheer, see through gown and the sweet smell of a sensual perfume. His maw fell open as he stared at the practically naked woman before him, beckoning for him to come to her without having to lift a finger. His cock was already half erect, and bulging against his trousers, easily seen from her view on the floor. Regaining his composure, his closed his maw and stepped fully into their tent. "I take it my Mistress is ready for me?" he asked, already knowing the answer, untying his belt before he even finished the question.

A Dark Elf's Compensation|rating:4.0

Mutants

Liz was crying when she arrived at the facility. She always knows her parents had never loved her, but she had never imagined they would send her away. To a place that was basically a prison for those who were different. At least her she would be with people who were like her. Ryan, probably unlike most, was escorted to the building. By the government. Once there he climbed out of the car, looking around slightly. He immediately spotted a crying girl, and simply shook his head. Weakness. He looked at the building coolly, folding his arms. Years of fighting had built up muscle on the teenager. Through his white t-shirt, the tattoos were visible under it. On his knuckles and forearms were several scars, some faded from years ago, and some looking very new. He scowled slightly and shook his head, walking towards the door, his face remaining rather void of emotion. Aya shouted and struggled as she was 'escorted' to the facility, shouting things about how they couldn't take her anywhere and that it was kidnapping. Though she didn't have anyone but her boss that would notice she was gone. She knew better than to yell to loud, if she busted their ear drums they might decide to kill her. When she was practically dragged into the building she made sure to give the people a piece of her mind. When she was forced inside the facility she gave another loud shout of various curse words, before pulling up her red jacket and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked back at the other two people she had joined and noticed the crying girl, and the silent boy almost glaring at them. So this is what it came down to? She was not looking forward to having to be around these two. John walked into the facility, smiling. Finally, somewhere that wasn't an abandoned farmhouse. He looked around at the others. There was a scowling guy, a sobbing girl, and another girl who seemed to be unhappy with her current surroundings. "Are we all going to sit here crying and glaring, or are we going to explore?" John asked, a smirk on his face as he started down a hallway. Li took a deep breath. She would leave her pain behind her. She straightened her shoulders and stood her full height of 5ft. When the guard asked her name She answered. " Liz St. James. I can shift into animals." The guard handed her a bunch of paper and waved her on. John was stopped by a guard at the end of the hallway. "This isn't accessible to mutants at the time," the guard said, looking straight ahead. And John didn't push it. He simply walked back to the others and pulled his paperwork out of his back pocket and began to fill it out. Ryan looked at John, clearly unamused by the statement. He walked up to the guard and said, doing what he expected needed to be done. "Ryan Leon, control of ice." He took the papers that were given to him, walking on. He looked at the papers, wondering what information was kept inside the stack. Furthermore, he probably wouldn't read them anyway. Furthermore, he looked around slightly, wondering what the place is like because he would be staying here for a long time. "This is absolutely ridiculous." Aya muttered, refusing to fill out anything. She didn't think it was necessary. She didn't move from her spot as she watched the others. Furthermore, she didn't know how the two males could be so complacent with the idea of being trapped in this place, though the younger girl didn't seem to like it either. Furthermore, she glared at the guards in the room, obviously trying to plan some way to hurt them without using her powers. "Once you have your papers filled out. Explore and choose a room. There are classes, training, and career options to chose from. As long as you follow the rules you have choices. Any questions?" One solider asked. Ryan snorted at the mention of rules. He never followed the rules much before then, so why would he now? Ryan tended to think that his life began only after the abandonment, refusing to think about the time before actually being his life. He flipped through the pages a little, scowling slightly as he looked at what he should be filling out. "Just so we are clear any of you break a rule there will be consequences. We will put you down if we have to. This is your chance at something close to a life." The solider indicated for them to enter. Aya glared at the solider that spoke and sauntered over to him. "Yeah well, I speak for myself when I say. I had a life." she said jabbing the solider in the chest. She had no plans to go into any of their classes or other things. To her this might as well have been a prison. "Cowards. Wanting to 'put us down' like we're some sort of animal. You're just a bunch of spineless wimps." John laughed as he handed the soldiers his papers. "Sounds chipper. Did you have your morning coffee Sergeant Asshat?" John asked sarcastically. "As far as the world is concerned you are animals." The solider snapped. " You can live or die. I don't care. My job is to keep you contained not to keep you happy." Ryan said, his voice low," you should be lucky you are even alive. We could have been killed as soon as we were found." Anyone near him could have felt the temperature of the air near him drop, glaring at Aya. He didn't have the patience to be near her. For many years, a lot of his problems where solved with a fight or a gun shot, he was sure both of those were against the rules here. Liz looked at the others. "At least here I won't be alone. Here I can go to school, watch a movie, do anything I want. This s our world we can do pretty much anything we want. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to see what they have to offer." Aya snapped her head around the glare at Ryan. "I would rather be dead than be trapped in this place." She said, raising her voice more and making sure that the sound hurt his ears more than it would anyone else's. "People like you are the reason why we're here. People that would rather be alive than be able to decide things for themselves. You make me sick." she retorted. Ryan's eyes filled with anger, his body quivering. He ignored the pain of her voice in his ears and he slowly walked towards Aya. A jagged spike of ice formed in his right hand, and he then stopped about five feet from her, the effect of the air able to be felt by her at this moment. He said," I would be dead if not for this place because I wouldn't be able to be guarded in a prison. Do not test me girl." John whipped his hand up and sent a wall of shadows in between the boy and the girl. "Both of you just shut up! We're here because we're special. I can say first hand that there are dangerous mutants. And to be honest I'd rather be here than out there." As Liz walked she was surprised by what she discovered. It was like a mini city. There were restraints and stores. Everything she had read about but had never seen. Liz found a place by the pool. Upon opening the door she discovered that it wasn't just a room. It was like a mini apartment. "This is so awesome." But she was too excited about finally being free that Liz didn't stay in her new place long. Instead, she went out to the pool. She didn't have a swimsuit, but she wanted to swim. So she stripped down, jumped into the water and changed into a fish. Aya scoffed at the male point his ice weapon at her. "Save your threats for someone who cares, Popsicle." she retorted with a glare as she walked past him over to John. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. "Then you people go explore. Enjoy your cage, monkey boy." she usually wasn't this rude but when she was in a bad mood she took it out on those around her. She followed after the smaller girl, wanting to get away from the males. Ryan scowled at the girl, his face twitching in annoyance. He let the jagged ice spike melt, glaring after her. Next time... He'd just punch her face in. With that decision made, he walked, looking around slightly. He could really care less about everything that was here. He quickly picked out a room, or apartment more like. Furthermore, he shook his head, immediately turning down the temperature. To most, it would be chilly for being inside. He had the temperature at 50. He looked around and set down the papers then pulled off his shirt. Furthermore, he was hot. In both ways in his mind. His door remained wide open, however. He sat down, grabbing the papers again. He began to look through them, at the options that were available. Liz enjoyed swimming in the pool. It was probably only a few minutes, but in her small form it seemed much longer. Tired Liz changed back into her regular for before climbing out of the pool. As she got dressed Liz wished she could change her clothes when she shifted. Jordan found himself being escorted into the facility by two men dressed in all black, one on either side of him. They both had a firm grip around his arm as they led him inside. He had skinny blue jeans on, a white t-shirt and some sunglasses. His dyed blonde hair radiated in the sun before he was taken inside. "Grabbing me by the arms isn't really necessary unless you boys are into that kind of thing," Jordan said with a smirk. He had been taunting the men the whole drive there. He was surprised they didn't just kill him on the spot. Jordan was one for pushing buttons and using wit and humor to get what he wanted. "You know, you boys aren't half bad. Maybe we can have a threesome later if they allow that." The men shoved him inside and left, not saying a word. He sighed and was immediately given paperwork to sign. He snatched them up rudely and made his way into what seemed like a mini city that had basically every necessity. "Maybe this won't be half bad," he said to himself. He found the rooms and tried to find his when he passed by an open door. Someone was already inside. A shirtless male who had the same paperwork he had. Jordan brought down the sunglasses from his eyes for a better a look. "OOO how you're doin'," he said allowed to himself. "Mmm mm, mm yes gawd," he added before walking away and going up to his room and making himself at home. "I guess I could get used to this." John walked into the facility and gazed in awe at the mini apartment. Wow. If he was in a zoo, at least he had a nice cage. John walked around the facility and found the rooms. He walked in and sat down on the queen bed. He was surrounded by bare walls with nothing other than the bed he was sitting on. Furthermore, he'd need to fix that. Once she was dressed Li decides to check out the stores. Would they have to earn money? Did they have any to start with? There was one way to find out. Liz headed to the bookstore. John left his room and saw the girl who had been sobbing earlier heading to the bookstore. He decided now would be as good a time as any to start meeting the others. He walked over to meet her as she reached the bookstore. "Hey," he said casually. Liz smiled generously. She had never been around someone her own age. Is felt she had to explain. "Hello. I was going to ask about funding. I need something's to be more comfortable." John smiled. "I have no idea. Why don't we find out," he said as he grabbed a book and walked over to the register. The clerk scanned it and handed it back to him, free of charge. Or at least as far as he knew. "Looks like it was free," John said, smiling at Liz. "Wow. This place is way better. I'm going to get me some books, clothes, and food!" Liz excitedly stares searching the shelves for books that interested her. John laughs at her excitement. "I'm John by the way," he says, holding out his hand. "I am Liz." she replied shyly. "I am surprised at how nice this place is. I didn't expect so much freedom. " "Honestly, neither did I," John replied. "So what you are power?" John asked. He was trying to recall if he had overheard her say them, but he was pretty sure they hadn't. "I can shift into just about any animal. What about you?" Liz asked as she gathered an armful of books. She headed back to the register. Ryan glanced up at the sound of talking at his door, focusing on the guy there. He rolled his eyes at the man's words and turned back to the papers. The guy wasn't too bad looking. Not that he would do anything about it. He shook his head again and set the papers aside, standing up now with the intention to look around. Maybe they had a gym here. John followed Liz and replied, "I can control shadows." "That must be fun." Liz said. "How did you get caught? Bring able to use shadows I would think you would be virtually impossible to arrest." "Well, I wasn't really caught. They found me and I walked in of my own free will," John said. He remembered the happiness he'd felt when the government came and told him he had somewhere to go. Ryan walked out, still without a shirt on. If thus was to be where he was going to live then he might as well be comfortable. He continued to walk, hearing people talking but continued to walk, not caring. He just wanted to find a gym. If he did get angry at least he would have a place to work it off. "My parents used the facility to get rid of me. I think they were tired of hiding me in the basement." Liz shook her head sadly. As carried her bag of books backs towards her room. "They wanted a child they could show off to the world. They adapted a little boy and sent me away." As your mind was filled with depression. An orb of light appeared suddenly in your mind." Liz. My child. It is not late" You didn't want to open your eyes. It all seemed so real. The unknown voice appeared yet again in your head." Fight back. Fight back fight BA--.k" Like an echo, it ended and all that was left was the sound of the wind. (This character sounds interesting, but you need a cs in the IOC) "I'm sorry about that," John said. His parents had died right before he ran off, but they had always been close. He couldn't imagine them not wanting him. "There are worse things." Liz stated. "In away it's good they sent me away. I can finally see and do the things I've read about. Do you know you're the first person I've talked to other than my parents? Unless you count the guards, but I don't." John raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked, amazed. "Have you ever been outside your house even?" "Nope. Spent most of my life locked in the basement." Liz replied as she opened her apart door. "Wow. Mind if I come in?" John asked, leaning against the door frame and smiling. It was nice to have a conversation with someone who wasn't a crazy anti-normal activist. "Of course come in." Liz invited. She was excited. She had made a friend! A connection. And he wanted to keep talking! Liz sat on the couch. John came in and sat in one of the chairs. Wow, her room was considerably more furnished than his. Though they probably assumed that after being on the run, he'd like a little more freedom with his room design. "This is a nice room. A bit more clothed than mine is," he said. "It's nice because it is near the pool. I have always wanted to be near a pool. I'm glad it had everything. I wouldn't know what to put in a room beyond a bed, TV, and book cases. It makes it easier to dash out and change into a fish to swim." Liz explained. She hadn't looked at any of the other rooms. John nodded. "So what did you do down in that basement for fun? I mean you had to have something?" John asked, hoping he wasn't prying to deep. "I read a lot or watched TV. Sometimes I would practice changing into different animals." Liz answered honestly. Her life had been simple, and for the most part she hadn't minded. She was looking forward to experiencing more. "What was your favorite book?" John asked. "That is a hard question. I love so many that picking one is almost impossible. I would say that I love the paranormal books most. Anything that has beings that aren't human appealed to me." Liz thought the reason was obvious. "It was nice to think there might be others who were different. And now I get to meet and interact with some." John nodded. "I was always more a fan of the classics. Frankenstein, Robinson Crusoe, The Prince and The Pauper, you know?" John asked. "I've read them. They were ok. I have a hard time connecting to books set in the past. I'm looking forward to going to school. Furthermore, I don't know what I'll study, but I think it'll be great to be able to learn new things. Do you know what you do here?" Liz asked "No idea. I've heard a bunch of different things though. When I was being transported here they mentioned a Mutant Squad. I think it was code name for something involving us." John said "You mean like soldiers?" Liz asked. "That would be cool. Helping people using our unique abilities. I wonder if everyone is enrolled or if it's optional." Sapphire sat down in her appointed quarters. She'd been here for ten years now. Like she'd expected, it was just another cage, if a more gilded one. People like her couldn't be allowed to walk free. She could feel it emanating from them all. Fear. Suspicion. Even hate. Nobody liked mutants, nobody wanted them, and anyone that believed anything else was a fool. She'd made them like her as much as she could, but she held no delusions. Even her powers couldn't change basic human nature, not without breaking people's minds. The doctors had been nice, and she'd cooperated with all their experiments. However, she'd downplayed her powers. She'd pretend to be woozy and tired when she wasn't even near her limit, and hid her abilities as much as possible. If her powers were what got her here, having more powers would be a bad thing. Reaching out, she called out softly with her mind. Wiper, a large spider, crawled out from a small crack in the floor, crawling up her clothes and into her palm. Wiper liked her, that much she knew. It was a forged friendship, Wiper was her slave, but it made Sapphire unreasonably happy. In her mind, she believed the spider to be her loyal companion, instead of a slave to her every thought, and they would surely make it through this together. Surely. Smiling, Sapphire reached out, as more and more spiders crawled from all over her room. Cockroaches, flies, bees, ants, mosquitos, they all came to her, covering her. She smiled, as they swarmed through her room, all in her mind, a single entity, with so many parts. Then, as easily as she had called the small army of insects, she sent them away, off to do their separate duties, watching the area, spread everywhere, extending her power. She had recruited birds, too, when she managed to get close enough. It made her feel strong, spreading her mind all over the complex. This was HER terrain. Even if it was a cage, it was hers, and she would not let anyone ruin it for her. She would rather die than submit to that nightmare again. The human race is evolving once again. New newest evolution gives humans amazing and spectacular abilities. Unfortunately evolution is slow, so the mutated human are out number but the regular humans. Because of their small numbers these mutants must work together to survive. The government has built a 'facility' for these mutants. In the facility they will be free to pursue whatever goals interest them. The catch is that they will be studied and sent out to protect the ordinary. Name:Age:Gender:Ability:Appearance:Personality:Bio: Liz [+] Name: Liz James Age: 17Gender female: Ability: Shift into animals Appearance: #Personality: Liz is very kind and gentle. Bio: Liz shifted into a cat on her 5th birthday when her parents gave her a kitten for a present. Since then her parents have pretty much kept her locked away so that no one would know what she was capable of. When they heard about the 'facility' they packed Liz's few belonging and shipped her off. John Temple [+] Name:John Temple Age:18Gender:Malleability:Control over shadows Appearance:Personality:John is smart and kind and believes in doing what's right. Bio:John has been running for a very long time. And not from Anti-Mutants. When he was 16 he joined a group of mutants called The Harbingers. But when they began killing normal, he left. Unfortunately for him, they wanted to keep him with them. And so they chased him. Finally, the government found him and placed him in the facility. Ryan [+] Name: Ryan Leon Age: 17Gender: malleability: control over ice Appearance:tattoos [+] Personality: Ryan is untrusting, cold, and generally heartless. He has seemingly endless anger pent-up inside his body. He refuses to get close to anyone, knowing first hand the pain that it causes you. Furthermore, he is a major pessimistic and doesn't think that there is any good in life. Bio: His parents always knew there was something wrong with Ryan. His body temperature was always lower than the regular person. He always felt cold to the touch. His parents just accepted that much and began to raise him. But one day in middle school when he was home, they couldn't handle him anymore. He was found in his room, his room solid ice, the boy sitting in there happily. His parents reacted in fear, and quickly made a plan. It was said that they were going on a surprise vacation. They took a plane several states away and got a hotel. His parents told him they would be back soon and went out to get food. Only, they never came back. They left Ryan there at the hotel. He left the hotel afterward, quickly falling to a life of crime to stay alive, having no way to get back on his feet he joined a gang. He was delving deeper into a hole that he wouldn't be able to get out of. However, his option to get out came in the way of men in ties. They took him to the facility, knowing that he couldn't just be kept in a regular prison due to his powers, and so why not use his powers for their own good? He took the option, knowing one of the few other options would be him dying. Aya [+] Name: Aya Reynolds Age: 19Gender: Female Ability: The ability to control and manipulate sound waves Appearance: Personality: Aya is a strong-willed girl and doesn't let people get in her way. She's very independent and doesn't like relying on people Bio: When Aya was young her mother found out about her powers, but decided to keep her safe. So she was homeschooled all of her life. Her mother also began to move around frequently, thankfully her job allowed that. Aya grew up not know that she wasn't normal. But one day when Aya was 6 she threw a temper tantrum because she wasn't getting her way, and broke all the glass inside their house, making the family move once more. It also alerted the Government to her. After that Aya was scared, she didn't know why she was what she was. But as she grew her mother explained things to her and made her feel like she wasn't a monster. At 15 Aya realized why she was homeschooled and why she was different, so she decided that she was still going to be her. She decided not to be afraid because people didn't understand her powers. At 17 Aya started looking for a job and found one as a DJ, it was a way to use her powers without hurting anyone or making it obvious what she was doing. A year after Aya got a job, her mother died. It devastated Aya, but she wasn't going to let it stop her from being herself. She kept herself in one place for to long though and the Government found her and threw her in the facility. Not without a fight though. Jonathon [+] Name:Jordan DeverauxAge:21Gender: Malleability:Injury Transference - Traumatic physical injuries sustained can be sympathetically transmuted to the body of another, chosen by the user, along with the pain of the injury. Also referred to as "Human Voodoo Doll".example [+] Personality:Jordan's quick-fire wit and bantering skills is what makes him an outgoing and comedic person. He's the type of person who will read you and tell it how it is faster than anyone and won't be sorry for it. Often speaking with no filter, he even surprises himself with the things that come out of his mouth. Jordan isn't one to take life too seriously and can always think of a way to turn something positive. He's never really been scared of anyone, so he isn't the one to become subservient to authority. Bio:Jordan wasn't always the comedian. Life sucked for him growing up which resulted in self harm. Many things triggered his depression such as his family's financial income, his sexuality, and the fact his father left them on their own. Through self harm, he discovered he could transfer all of his physical injuries and pain to another person, like a voodoo doll. He went from struggling to fit in and became quite the social butterfly. Thanks to his strange ability, it gave him new-found confidence he never had before. But of course, there always has to be that one person who rains down on your parade. Those people being the government and other close minded individuals who weren't that fond of people like him. Sooner or later, he was detained and sent to a facility for his kind. Sapphire [+] Name: "Sapphire"Age: 19Gender: female Ability: Sapphire is able to project a field of mental interference around her, allowing her to create illusions, create certain moods, and make small changes in people's attitude, which, while useless in combat, can easily make her well-liked and can manipulate others. She can also dominate lesser minds, such as those of insects, with sufficient exposure, turning them into her permanent servants. Dominated creatures exert the same energy field as Sapphire does, and are permanently linked to Sapphire, allowing her to use them to increase her range beyond a meter or two. The fields can overlap, which increases her power, meaning that the more minds she dominates and gets in a single area, the more powerful she can become. However, any damage inflicted upon a dominated creature translates into psychic pain for Sapphire due to the same mental link that allows Sapphire to control them, and see through their eyes. In sufficient quantities, this mental pain could potentially kill her. Appearance:Personality: Sapphire is a great actress, easily hiding her true feelings to convince those around her that she is something she isn't. She's manipulative and sneaky. She'll take what she wants by any means necessary, and use anyone she has to get it. Furthermore, she's suspicious of others, believing that nobody can be trusted and allowing nobody to get too close. Bio: Sapphire grew up in rural America, in a highly religious area. Her village was full of devout believers, rejecting modern science in the favor of their faith. Sapphire and her little sister never spoke, as both shared the power of mental connection. They created fantastic worlds in their imagination, always playing together, and refused to be moved outside of one another's psychic range. Eventually, Sapphire learned to create small illusions, and wanted to show this off to their parents, as she'd never managed to do something like that before. However, her parents, rejecting the concept of mutants, instead believed that Sapphire had, in fact, been demonically possessed, and was showing powers she was not meant to have. Her parents tried everything on Sapphire. Exorcism, re-baptism, forced prayer, beatings, nothing worked. They were desperate, attempting to drive the demon out of their child with brute force, beating Sapphire half to death in the process. Sapphire now remembers little of those days, her mind blocking out the memories for her. However, her back is still covered in scars that she will let nobody see. What she does remember is when her parents tried to bring back their child with kindness. At the end, when their parents were thinking of resorting to beating once more, Sapphire had desperately tried to convince her parents not to do it. And while doing so, she told them of how little Alice could speak in her mind as well...... The beatings were too much for Alice. She died, and her parents were arrested. Sapphire would have gone to an orphanage, however, her powers were discovered when a cop tried to push her into the van, and she filled his mind with her own pain. She was sent off to the enclosure for mutants, another prison, if a gilded one. To Sapphire, it was simply more people who could never see herself as a human being. Of course, she herself wasn't sure if she would ever be able to either, after having her demonism beaten into her so badly. I'll post my CS later tonight Awesome :) Name:John Temple Age:18Gender:Malleability:Control over shadows Appearance:Personality:John is smart and kind and believes in doing what's right. Bio:John has been running for a very long time. And not from Anti-Mutants. When he was 16 he joined a group of mutants called The Harbingers. But when they began killing normal, he left. Unfortunately for him, they wanted to keep him with them. And so they chased him. Finally, the government found him and placed him in the facility. I like him. Approved Hmm... I might just join this... :) cool Alright, I'm joining, CS will be up in a bit. Name: Ryan Peonage: 17Gender: malleability: control over ice Appearance: tattoos [+] upper back: Middle and lower back: Personality: Ryan is untrusting, cold, and generally heartless. He has seemingly endless anger pent-up inside his body. He refuses to get close to anyone, knowing first hand the pain that it causes you. Furthermore, he is a major pessimistic and doesn't think that there is any good in life. Bio: His parents always knew there was something wrong with Ryan. His body temperature was always lower than the regular person. He always felt cold to the touch. His parents just accepted that much and began to raise him. But one day in middle school when he was home, they couldn't handle him anymore. He was found in his room, his room solid ice, the boy sitting in there happily. His parents reacted in fear, and quickly made a plan. It was said that they were going on a surprise vacation. They took a plane several states away and got a hotel. His parents told him they would be back soon and went out to get food. Only, they never came back. They left Ryan there at the hotel. He left the hotel afterward, quickly falling to a life of crime to stay alive, having no way to get back on his feet he joined a gang. He was delving deeper into a hole that he wouldn't be able to get out of. However, his option to get out came in the way of men in ties. They took him to the facility, knowing that he couldn't just be kept in a regular prison due to his powers, and so why not use his powers for their own good? He took the option, knowing one of the few other options would be him dying. Approved Name: Aya Reynolds Age: 19Gender: Female Ability: The ability to control and manipulate sound waves Appearance:Personality: Aya is a strong-willed girl and doesn't let people get in her way. She's very independent and doesn't like relying on people Bio: When Aya was young her mother found out about her powers, but decided to keep her safe. So she was homeschooled all of her life. Her mother also began to move around frequently, thankfully her job allowed that. Aya grew up not know that she wasn't normal. But one day when Aya was 6 she threw a temper tantrum because she wasn't getting her way, and broke all the glass inside their house, making the family move once more. It also alerted the Government to her. After that Aya was scared, she didn't know why she was what she was. But as she grew her mother explained things to her and made her feel like she wasn't a monster. At 15 Aya realized why she was homeschooled and why she was different, so she decided that she was still going to be her. She decided not to be afraid because people didn't understand her powers. At 17 Aya started looking for a job and found one as a DJ, it was a way to use her powers without hurting anyone or making it obvious what she was doing. A year after Aya got a job, her mother died. It devastated Aya, but she wasn't going to let it stop her from being herself. She kept herself in one place for to long though and the Government found her and threw her in the facility. Not without a fight though. I have a question. When will we begin? ’D Aya is approved. LOL now that we have four I think we can start. I approve of that answer. Name:Jordan DeverauxAge:21Gender:Malleability:Injury Transference- Traumatic physical injuries sustained can be sympathetically transmuted to the body of another, chosen by the user, along with the pain of the injury. Also referred to as "Human Voodoo Doll". Example [+] Personality:Jordan's quick-fire wit and bantering skills is what makes him an outgoing and comedic person. He's the type of person who will read you and tell it how it is faster than anyone and won't be sorry for it. Often speaking with no filter, he even surprises himself with the things that come out of his mouth. Jordan isn't one to take life too seriously and can always think of a way to turn something positive. He's never really been scared of anyone, so he isn't the one to become subservient to authority. Bio:Jordan wasn't always the comedian. Life sucked for him growing up which resulted in self harm. Many things triggered his depression such as his family's financial income, his sexuality, and the fact his father left them on their own. Through self harm, he discovered he could transfer all of his physical injuries and pain to another person, like a voodoo doll. He went from struggling to fit in and became quite the social butterfly. Thanks to his strange ability, it gave him new-found confidence he never had before. But of course, there always has to be that one person who rains down on your parade. Those people being the government and other close minded individuals who weren't that fond of people like him. Sooner or later, he was detained and sent to a facility for his kind. Are you accepting more members? Accepted karushna5 said Are you accepting more members? Yes Wow everyone disappear ...... that isn't how evolution works....... but oh well, I'll roll with it. A bullshit "super gene" can always be invented if the need arises for a scientific explanation. I'll have my CS up soon, and will hopefully be able to join this. Name: "Sapphire"Age: 19Gender: female Ability: Sapphire is able to project a field of mental interference around her, allowing her to create illusions, create certain moods, and make small changes in people's attitude, which, while useless in combat, can easily make her well-liked and can manipulate others. She can also dominate lesser minds, such as those of insects, with sufficient exposure, turning them into her permanent servants. Dominated creatures exert the same energy field as Sapphire does, and are permanently linked to Sapphire, allowing her to use them to increase her range beyond a meter or two. The fields can overlap, which increases her power, meaning that the more minds she dominates and gets in a single area, the more powerful she can become. However, any damage inflicted upon a dominated creature translates into psychic pain for Sapphire due to the same mental link that allows Sapphire to control them, and see through their eyes. In sufficient quantities, this mental pain could potentially kill her. Appearance:Personality: Sapphire is a great actress, easily hiding her true feelings to convince those around her that she is something she isn't. She's manipulative and sneaky. She'll take what she wants by any means necessary, and use anyone she has to get it. Furthermore, she's suspicious of others, believing that nobody can be trusted and allowing nobody to get too close. Bio: Sapphire grew up in rural America, in a highly religious area. Her village was full of devout believers, rejecting modern science in the favor of their faith. Sapphire and her little sister never spoke, as both shared the power of mental connection. They created fantastic worlds in their imagination, always playing together, and refused to be moved outside of one another's psychic range. Eventually, Sapphire learned to create small illusions, and wanted to show this off to their parents, as she'd never managed to do something like that before. However, her parents, rejecting the concept of mutants, instead believed that Sapphire had, in fact, been demonically possessed, and was showing powers she was not meant to have. Her parents tried everything on Sapphire. Exorcism, re-baptism, forced prayer, beatings, nothing worked. They were desperate, attempting to drive the demon out of their child with brute force, beating Sapphire half to death in the process. Sapphire now remembers little of those days, her mind blocking out the memories for her. However, her back is still covered in scars that she will let nobody see. What she does remember is when her parents tried to bring back their child with kindness. At the end, when their parents were thinking of resorting to beating once more, Sapphire had desperately tried to convince her parents not to do it. And while doing so, she told them of how little Alice could speak in her mind as well...... The beatings were too much for Alice. She died, and her parents were arrested. Sapphire would have gone to an orphanage, however, her powers were discovered when a cop tried to push her into the van, and she filled his mind with her own pain. She was sent off to the enclosure for mutants, another prison, if a gilded one. To Sapphire, it was simply more people who could never see herself as a human being. Of course, she herself wasn't sure if she would ever be able to either, after having her demonism beaten into her so badly. Accepted she'll make an interesting addition, Thank you. IC post will be up sometime in the relative future. Probably. Or maybe yesterday, if I can get my hands on a time machine. LOL no hurry been quiet, but I expect someone back soon I'll wait a few hours then, and post a few minutes ago. This appears to be dead.... what happened to all the players? I have no idea. I thought it would be more popular Well, if there are no people here, the story really can't continue)= Unfortunately Oh well. Furthermore, I'll wait another day for anyone to join, but if nobody does, I'll be snubbing. Sorry.

Mutants|rating:3.0

Revolutionary Hearts (Absinthe Tori & Ridcully)

It was in the air. When people were restless, when people were wondering what was going to happen, the air and atmosphere changed. It was the moment of anxious excitement of something big about to happen, something that might change your daily life. Paris was living now on this edge for more than a year, since the Bastille had been taken. It was a constant atmosphere, a never-fading smell of anxiety, as if the city was about to explode any second. Probably this was the case. Pierre could feel and smell it; he knew that feeling, this smell, when people are crowded together and are waiting for something to happen, without knowing exactly what. He had learned to fear and like this atmosphere in the prison in the last years, and had grown very sensitive towards it. So he needn’t his eyes to see the restless people roaming the street; soldiers, who had no clear idea whose orders they still had to obey to. Women, who wondered if their men would come home tonight, and had no idea where to find bread for the children. Beggars, thieves, prostitutes - this was Paris, this was its smell, this was the Paris that the new self-declared Parliament had created. He hated it. It felt like prison. And the damn sack over his eyes didn’t help either. They had got him outside of Paris. He wondered if they had expected him there; very likely yes, since they had charged quickly and quite brutally. One had kicked him in the groins when they had moved towards him in that little inn; it was still hurting like hell. Two had beaten him up, and he had thought he’d die. But they had just tied his hands together, put a sack over his face and had brought him.here. To this rotten place. Pierre Ballast considered his chances, and didn’t see any. If people thought you were important enough to tie you up, they made sure that you stayed tied up and wouldn’t get away easily. Plus, they had a very personal reason to see you. Since he had spent most of the last years in prison, he wondered which of his former...friends had sent him. There were a few who might want to take revenge on him. Especially those he had cut off a few fingers, or other rather more important bits as he protected himself. I didn’t expect it to end like this, he wondered. Seems not quite fair, to be thrown out of prison and then getting hardly killed a month later. On the other hand, it hadn’t been fair to send him to prison for something his father had said. There wasn’t much fairness left in this world, and probably even less in times like these. Eventually, the cart halted, and he was pulled of it. They lead him down some alley, he suspected, and obviously into a house; this much he could gather. He was put on a chief, and then the sack was taken off his eyes. Pierre blinked, as his eyes got used to the light. The man who was sitting in front of him was unknown, or at least someone he had forgotten. He seemed rather young, somewhat in his 30s, wearing a fine dress like a noble man. Fuck it, Pierre thought, a lawyer. I’d rather go with someone wanting to kill me.„Do I know you?“ asked Pierre. One of the guys standing next to him slapped him hard with his hand across the face, and then yelled: „Robespierre, Bastard! This is the glorious leader of the revolution.“Pierre looked at the man who had been introduced to him as Robespierre. He could feel blood in his mouth.„Do I know you?“ Pierre asked. The guard wanted to slap him again, but the so-called Robespierre stopped him by raising his right hand.„Don’t be too hard on Monsieur Ballast, Jacques. He had been imprisoned for the last years. I am sure he has a lot to...catch up.“ The man got up, and walked over to Pierre. He offered Pierre a hand. „Maximilien Robespierre. Pleased to meet you, Monsieur Ballast.“Of course, Pierre had heard about Robespierre. You didn’t live in France without knowing about him. He had somewhat given the revolution a face, and there were quite a few people believing that he could make things better. Pierre wondered why. He looked at the man standing in front of him, as he was dragged up quickly by a guard to shake hands with the man. Though he was well clad, clean and overall a handsome man, Pierre knew this kind of eyes. They were the kind of eyes which spread terror, and were made to do so. He was the kind of man you wanted to stay away from usually.„Monsieur Robespierre,“ he said, and was pushed down to sit again.„Monsieur Ballast, I see that great evil had been done to you and your family in the times we have overcome now. Your father.... Guy Ballast....was a peasant, right?“„Yes.“„He protested against the taxes of the Lord of your home village, right?“„Most people did,“ said Pierre gloomily.„Indeed,“ said Robespierre, and looked at him. „Just not openly, I fear. Isn’t it wonderful that times have changed.“I wonder what you’ll do to people who say something bad about you, asshole, Pierre thought.„Have they?” asked Pierre.„Indeed, indeed. We have achieved great things, my friend. Liberty, elite...right? See, even you were set free, after they had imprisoned you for seven years for something your father had said.“Pierre remained silent.„You were...how old?“„13.“„And your sister?”Silence. Robespierre repeated: “And your sister?”One of the guards slapped Pierre on the back of his hand. “Answer, man.“„10,“ Pierre said.„10. How dreadful,“ Robespierre said and went to sit down at his desk again. „So young of age... They have sent you to the Maison de friers?“Pierre nodded. It was one of the most known prisons in France. The worst kind of people were sent there; murderers, rapists, traitors. And a 13-year-old boy who was so frightened that he was ready to yell for his dead mother to help him.„I find it strange that you survived, Monsieur Ballast, to be quite honest. At such a young age, I daresay you’d be dead within a month.“„Usually within a week,“ Pierre said, not looking up.„But you survived. Very well. Of course, I have heard about your...well...skills?“„Is that why you send out this welcome committee? Seems rather fit for a king than the leader of the people.“Silence followed this remark, and one of the guards moved forward to slap Pierre hard again. But Robespierre raised his hand. “It’s rather brave or very silly to talk like this in such circumstances, Monsieur Ballast.“„I’ve been in worse.“„I am sure you have been, I am sure you have been,“ continued Robespierre, smiling softly now. “But also, I am sure you’d like to hear why I brought you here, right?”Pierre didn’t answer. The answer was obvious.„See, I will have you return to Addressees, where you were born and lived until....well... I have a task for you.“„Which is?“„You know the Baron de Picardie, don’t you?“Silence followed that remark, then Pierre replied „You know exactly I know him very well.“„I know it, yes. He has sent you to prison, has he not? You and your poor sister....well... I am sure you’ll be happy to hear he will die soon.“„Not soon enough,“ murmured Pierre.„Funny. Yet, listen. He has a daughter, Rosalie. Just about 18. Such a sweet child. We have information he wishes to send her off to Austria, to marry a member of the Habsburg family.“„Good for her, then“ said Pierre, not understanding where this was leading. „She’ll marry a prince, huh?“„I fear so, I fear so. You might not know this, but her father had invested a lot of money over the years in the trading of spice, silk and other rare things coming from China and such strange places. Rosalie, being his only child, will be the heir of a very, very large amount of money.“Pierre wasn’t daft. “Which of course could also...help the people and the revolution?”Robespierre looked sharply at him for a moment, then smiled. „Indeed, my new friend. However...the money is all set in Venice, and the revolution can’t reach this far...unless...“Pierre nodded. “She married a man who was a...friend of the revolution.“„Indeed.”Pierre grinned. „I doubt I have the best references for this kind of lady. Sure, after a shave and a bath I might look...“„Don’t be foolish, Monsieur Ballast. Your task is simple: You’ll become a bodyguard of hers, with fake documents and everything. You’ll lead her and the other men protecting her close to the border; but you’ll lead them astray just before passing it. You’ll kill the other men, take her hostage and bring her to the village Ballard-du-Rhin, in the east. There, she’ll get married to a noble young man who is quite fascinated by our ideas.“Pierre rolled his eyes. “And will happily support them with her money.“„His money then, being the groom.”Pierre nodded. “Why me?”Robespierre smiled. “First, because you have many reasons to take revenge on the Baron, so you are sort of trustworthy...”The movement was quick, far too quick for the first guard to catch it. Pierre had nearly jumped off the char and had grabbed the dagger hanging too freely from the men belt. He pushed the blade deep into the man thigh, who screamed up in pain. The second guard, standing behind Pierre, had reacted quite well and drawn his own knife, but Pierre kicked him off his feet in a fast spun with his legs. When the man landed flat on his back, Pierre kicked him hard in the groins; hoping this was the guy to return the favor to. The third guard grabbed him from behind, but Pierre threw his head back and heard the men nose break. He turned around and punched him hard again onto the nose, sending the man down in pain. He raised his knife towards Robespierre then.„This,“ Robespierre said, “being the second reason.“„Why should I do anything for you,“ Pierre said, and turned to leave. Furthermore, he held the door open, when...„Because I know where your sister is, Monsieur Ballast.“Pierre shut the door again, and sat down. Rosalie stared out of the window, yawning slightly she was tired and bored, the carriage had been travelling for so long, and she had been alone for almost 3 days since she had spoken to anyone properly. Her fingers found the deep red curls hanging loosely over her shoulders; it always had a calming effect on her when she was nervous. Leaning her head against the soft pillows of the seat, slowly she felt her eyes closing. Two years previous. Pushing the door open slowly she smiled slightly, “I will find you.” She called out heading into her fathers’ library, vaulted ceilings stacked with books accessible by a spiral staircase. A large walnut desk in the corner of the room, as heavy drapes hung over the windows. “I can hear you laughing.” She grinned as she ran to the desk looking underneath it, frowning as she was mistaken. Turning towards the drapes she pulled it round, facing her was nothing but cold dark glass. From the window she could hear the rain hitting the window, kneeling on the large window ledge she pulled the drapes round. The windows misted up quickly; absently she started to draw pictures on the glass, her game of hide-and-seek was soon forgotten. The door of the library opened and shut quickly, hushed voices and the clinking of glass could be heard from her hiding place.“What do you want?” The first man spoke; peaking out between the two curtains she could clearly see that it was her father, Baron de Picardie or papa to her.“A storm is brewing; the people starve whilst the Queen dines on cakes and sweets.” It was the other man’s turn to speak; his taller frame least over her fathers’ desk, glancing at the papers strewn over it.“What does that have to do with me?” Her papa quickly grabbed the papers throwing them into a draw locking them.“Can you not feel it? This time next year the monarchy will be gone.” She could see him smile; it was not a happy one but one that made her blood run cold.“Robespierre, you cannot say that. That is treason.” He gasped, his back away from the drapes, but she could only imagine the look on his face.“I say it because I should not. It is being said by a million angry people. It is not just the King and Queen that will lose their heads but the entire upper classes, including you.” The man her father called Robespierre advanced slightly on her father, he was backed against the desk. She could see his knuckles were white from gripping the glass in his hand.“You are threatening me in my own home.” Her papa spoke, gathering as much courage as he could.“I am, and soon they will be breaking down your doors and dragging everyone away.” He smiled again. “Unless…” He let the word hang in the air.“Unless what?” Her papas voice was no more than a whisper.“There is something I want, which could save you and your family.” Placing the glass on the table he turned to the painting above the fireplace. It was a family portrait set in the gardens, her papa, mama who died a few years back from falling off a horse, and her Rosalie herself.“No you cannot have her.” He fathers said. “You will not have my Rosalie.” Robespierre smiled and turned. “Of course not, but I will keep her safe for you when Madam Guillotine has removed your head. I shall comfort her and tell her that she will be safe. She will be safer in my bed than anywhere else in France.” Papa growled, she could see him holding back all his anger, he knew something was going to happen but what he wasn’t sure.“Threats do not work with me, I would rather she died then got into your hands.” The other man was taken aback by that startling comment, he hadn’t expected such a cold reception to saving the man’s only daughter, he would have to bide his time. He smiled again, his teeth barred, Rosalie wasn’t sure if he was smiling or threatening. “I shall keep you alive, I like you. Every other man would have packed up their child and handed them straight to me. She is pretty thought. How old is she 13-14?” Papa looked at him, this was a stalling tactic he would be after her, he needed to keep her safe until then.“She’s just turned 16 and far too young for what you are thinking. She is just a child.” He calmly stated.“By law she is a woman.” Robespierre smirked.“She is under my protection, she is a child until the day she is married, and that shall not be to you.” The other man headed to the door.“Who said I intended to marry her?” He smiled as he led himself out, quickly followed by her papa. Looking out of the window she could see the carriage pull away quickly. Getting off the ledge she headed to her room, quickly diving under the covers pulling the pillow over her head. She vowed she would never spend a minute near that man, the sounds of her sobs brought Anna into her room. Despite being a year younger Anna was so much wiser and more mature than Rosalie could ever be. She wasn’t a servant as such she was more of a sister, and companion. “Don’t cry Rosie.” She said pulling her from under the covers into her arms. Anna had been brought here years ago; she could barely remember her life before it seemed more like a dream than reality. She loved being here, and she loved Rosie, she was so naïve and innocent, it became her role to protect her.“Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” She whispered softly, her hand running through Rosalie’s soft crimson hair.“I can’t.” She said, looking up at her, her bright blue eyes full of fear, magnetized by the large pool of tears now forming. Rosalie couldn’t speak a word, she didn’t know where to start, or why she was crying. Her father opened the bedroom door, to Anna he said “Pack her things and yours; you’re going to the country away from this atmosphere.” He said turning on his heel, with that he was gone. Present Day The carriage stopped suddenly Rosalie almost fell off the seat, rubbing her eyes she was now awake. She had dreamt of the incident 2 years ago, when she was sent to her aunt’s house in the countryside. With news that her father was ill she returned, despite being 18 she was still a child at heart. Does this feel like coming home? Pierre wondered. It didn’t. This wasn’t home. This was just a path he had traveled on a few times as a child to a village his family had lived in. But home? Pierre wasn’t a lighthearted man, he knew this. When the light of the torches went off and the days grew long and dark in your cell you were put in at 13, there wouldn’t be any easiness about you. Yet, thanks to his cellmate Robert, he had managed to not turn down his hope, not at any point. Home, he thought again. I have no home, I have nothing but myself. And Annie? Yes, perhaps her. Sometime again. Damn you Robespierre. He felt uncomfortable, in many ways. First, as much as he tried to deny it, there was a certain feeling of riding home still. As much darkness as you can bury inside of you, under the thick layers of years still remained a small boy who was a jolly lad. As much as Pierre struggled to keep him down, because it just wasn’t fair, the boy kept coming back up, and crept to the surface. His eyes, not Pierre's, recognized some sports; a certain tree there, the big stone which, so were the boys and gals rumors, had been planted there by wild men from the North centuries ago. If Pierre didn’t want to return home, the boy wanted to. The second thing which made Pierre very uncomfortable was the clothing they had given him. Besides his fake documents, naming him Robert Desmond (Pierre had chosen the first name Robert), they had given him some very fine clothes. Clothes and a Sabre and a gun; things a noble man of honor would wear, and Pierre was by far not used to such clothes. They felt...wrong. Clean. Yes, clean, while he felt, even after the shave and the haircut, dirty. When you had been dirty for seven years, this feeling remains as a constant companion. Third, the horse. Pierre wasn’t used to ride a horse. The monarchy ran out of riding lessons for prisoners, obviously. He’d only started to learn how to ride after he had been released by the revolutionary group”, as they had called themselves who had charged the prison. To him, they were some bastards searching for anything valuable to take with them, but non theless, he was out of the damn thing thanks to them. Yet, riding was still tricky to him; not that it was too hard really to learn in the first place, yet it didn’t feel quite right so far. Here he comes, Pierre thought. Pierre Ballast, son of Guy Ballast, the traitor, who let it happen that his kids were sent to prison for words he had said. Oh, and he calls himself Robert now, and no one will recognize him, not even his father. If the rotten bastard was still alive, this is. The boy inside of him kept coming back, and he reminded Pierre of the little river he’d swim in the summer. Take a look, the boy said. Why, replied Pierre. Why not? That’s the reason the revolution teaches the people, thought Pierre. A damn why not. But he did look. He leads the horse of the path and into the forest, finding the river eventually right where he had remembered it. It made him feel sad; he couldn’t say why, but it did. He kneeled near the water, watching the reflection of his face in it. The shave had done him good – he actually looked like a young man again, brown, long - yet not too long - hair falling over his shoulders, greenish eyes, clean...yes, a few scars here and there, but you would have expected far more under the long beard he’d grown in prison. Pierre looked at the reflection for a moment, and had the idea a younger part of himself was looking back. The part he had left behind, here, at “home.” Suddenly, there was noise from somewhere around. Pierre moved back beyond the trees and hid himself and his horse in the shadows. Not that he had to fear anyone really; but also, it seemed rather wise to be not seen. Wise it was. They were about 5 or 6, and they had self-made swords. They, contrary to him, looked dirty, and grim, and overall very desperate. Bandits, he thought. Or revolutionary groups, as they liked to call them. Taking from the rich and giving to the poor, which were, basically, them. They were the kind of men you didn’t want to deal with. As quietly as he could, he led back his horse towards the path. He was about to jump on it and get back on track, when he looked back the path from where he came. A cart was coming nearer. Pierre looked over his shoulder, and thought he could even hear the men approaching the road. He sighed. The cart wasn’t his business, was it. Not at all, right? He got back on his horse, and rode towards the cart. Robert would have done it, and he wore his name now, didn’t he. In front of the cart, he made his horse stand in front of it, blocking the way. “Hold on,” he said.”What do you want?” asked the driver, and the man next to him raised a gun towards Pierre. So much for helping. “There are men down there,”, he said, pointing towards the direction he came. “With guns.”“There’s one here as well,” said the man wielding the gun, yet a bit uneasy.”I see that,” said Pierre. “But they seem to outnumber you, Monsieur. You’d better go a different way.”“Can’t,” said the driver. “Have to bring the Lady to her Lordship?” Lady?“Who?”“None of your business, man. Get lost.” Pierre sighed. This seemed like his usual luck. This damned spoiled brat was in the cart, fair enough. And about to get killed, if he didn’t help. Egalite, liberty, he thought. Yeah, when it comes to dying. Rosalie could hear voices outside talking, it wasn’t a bandit so what was happening? Looking out of the side she could see the trees and flowers, she was home she knew this area like the back of her hand. Fastening her hair up she opened the door slowly, Anna would have told her to get back into the carriage if she had been here, but she wasn’t.“Mademoiselle, what are you doing?” One of the men shouted at her. Looking back at him, she smiled slightly. “I’m walking home.” She said. “I know this area, I can walk home quicker.” She smiled heading to the forest. She didn’t know if she was being followed or not. Four Days Previous “What do you mean you're not coming with me?” Rosalie frowned as she looked at Anna. “You have to come with me.” She looked her at friend. Anna sighed as she packed Rosalie’s things into a trunk.“I’m staying here; your Aunt has asked me to stay…” She smiled slightly.“It’s him, isn’t it? You’re staying because of him.” Rosalie whispered as she sat on the bed, Anna stood there contemplating the answer. She couldn’t lie to her, but she felt as if she was betraying her by being happy. “I am. He asked me to marry him.” She smiled. Rosalie could see the look in her eyes, she had never been this happy. Smiling slightly she tried to hide what she was feeling. “I’m happy for you.” She looked at her, but they both knew she was lying. “I really am.” She whispered.“Liar.” Anna smiled.“I am, I’m glad you’ve found someone.” Rosalie smiled; she would never feel the love that Anna had, she was jealous. Anna smiled as she finished packing Rosalie’s trunk, despite being 18 she knew that Rosalie was nothing more than a child, she felt sorry for her, she was trapped in a life she would hate to have. “You can come back once you’ve seen your father, he isn’t well.” She whispered. “You need to come back for my wedding anyway.” Rosalie smiled, nodding slightly. “I know.”“Mademoiselle, stop there are bandits.” She said looking back at the cart.“I know, but I want to go home.” She said, looking at the man on the horse. “Sir why did you stop us if you are not a bandit?” She said quietly. Pierre looked her up and down, and a bit too long down, maybe. Women were still quite a mystery to him. He'd been imprisoned for seven years, and he had other things to worry about than the lack of female attention; yet, he still had no clue to handle them really. He avoided contact to them after he got released. Being a loner, this had been easy. Rosalie de Picardie seemed like a contradiction in herself. On the outside, she was a full-grown woman, and full-grown she was, as much as he could tell. She was beautiful, long hair, full cleavage; just the kind of woman every man would desire. On the inside, just the first few sentences from her had destroyed the image of an adult woman. She poured out innocence, the kind of innocence of a naïve being which normally lead to an early death. Well, the day was young, wasn't it? But, he had to protect her, fair enough, if he wanted to see Anna, who he loved and had called Annie as a child, ever again. This "kid" in front of him, woman or child, was the only chance to see her again. Pierre didn't really know what to answer to her at first; her behavior and her remark surprised him. He shook of the first moment of her impression, and got down from his horse quickly. As soon as he was off the horse, he realized that Robespierre and his folks might have given him some documents and fine clothes, but overall he had no clue how to behave around a Lady of noble birth. Eventually, he slowly bowed. "Pardon-moi, Mademoiselle, for I was too focused on the conversation with your servants to remember my...manners. My name is Robert Desmond, and I am not wrong, you are Rosalie de Picardie, Mademoiselle?" She nodded, and he continued. "There are men down there with guns and swords, and I fear they have no good intentions. You might not want to travel down that road, Mademoiselle." He hated to talk like this, much more than anything else; it was fake, and he tried to sound like a noble man. He wondered how much he failed in this. She looked at the man curiously, as he got off the horse. Seeing his bow she had to stifle a giggle, despite her naivety she could still tell when someone was pretending to be something they weren’t. Smiling slightly she looked at him. Hearing that he spoke about the bandits she turned on the driver.“You would honestly drive into the bandits?” She glared at him. His face turned red, as he spluttered. “Or are you working with the bandits, do you get a cut of the profits?” He growled, “Be quiet girl, you don’t know what you’re talking about, for all we know this man is one of them.” She looked at him, “That isn’t possible; he is one of my old friends and has nothing but good intentions for me, which is more than could be said for you.” Turning to Robert she smiled as she looked at him.“Would you escort me home?” She smiled looking at him as she walked over to him. Turning back to the carriage she smiled slightly. “Head back however you want just don’t get yourself killed.” Looking back at Robert she smiled at him, “So it’s been a while hasn’t it.” She took his arm leading him back to the horse as if they had been friends forever. The carriage pulled round them heading towards the bandits. She had played it out way too quickly for him to react properly, and at some point he could just play along. When she took his arm, he looked over at the men on the cart, who seemed quite as curious as himself. But old habits don't die so easily; those men still believed in the idea of people of noble birth being, well, superior. So the lady had said told them to drive away, and who were they to object? They looked at each other and started to discuss the situation Her arm on his felt uneasily pleasant, and the situation had taken an absurd turn. He wondered what to do, but she already leads him down the path, right into the probably already waiting men." An old friend?" he asked her. She smiled as she looked at him. "I thought it would be easier, besides you seemed to care more about my well-being then those men on the carriage." Smiling slightly she let go of his arm, "For someone who seems to be noble your either reluctant or not accustomed to your new status." She smiled, there was no malice in her words. "So why don't we get somewhere safe, and we can talk properly." She giggled slightly. Looking round the realized the way to her fathers house. Motioning for him to follow her she headed into the forest. "Come on then." She giggled heading deeper into the tree line. It was too strange of a situation for him to react and catch her arm, before she ran off into the forest. Pierre had dealt with a lot of craziness in the last years, and most of it came from people far more threatening than this young lady. However, he hadn't expected her to act like this, really, and her behavior took him by surprise. He moved after her, leading the horse carefully through the trees, and tried to listen for the men who might be waiting just around the next stone." Listen, Mademoiselle," he said, "please be quiet. It might all be a big adventure for you, but there are really some men who want to do evil to you, okay? Stay close to me, will you?", he said, and offered her his arm. Looking back at him, she stopped and listened to what he said. "Monsieur, there area lot of men out there who want to do evil to me. I know that but if you go along in life fearful then what kind of life is that?" She smiled slightly. Instead of taking his arm she took his head as she started to head down into the forest. "I don't even know if you wish to harm me. You could be a bandit, take me out to a quiet place and kill me." She whispered softly looking back at him. She looked back at him her hair started to fall out as she had tied it up, reaching back she let her hair down letting it fall over her shoulders. "But if you insist of playing everything safe then lets just get to my fathers house. I have not seen him in two years." She remained calm after this remark, and let him lead the way. This child might be a full-grown woman, he thought, but more or less a way too grown child as well. Pierre wondered if she considered herself to be in some kind of weird fairy tale, in which he'd be the savior. Well, heroes with good intentions can do nothing if a gun is pointed at your head. He considered just knocking her out and dragging her to a safe path. In prison, you handled things like this; usually you'd knock a man out and drag him to some quiet place to, well, knock him out a bit more. He didn't really like to do it, but Robert had taught him it was necessary at times. However, he felt bad doing this to her. Pierre had a twisted mind on this; he had done very bad things in the past, but those were necessary to survive. Doing harm to her, even to protect her, well, this didn't seem...right? There wasn't much time to think anymore, as she trotted a few feet in front of him. The first guy came out behind her, and was ready to catch her. Pierre didn't do the good old mistake of rushing forward to help her; instead, he turned to the left, just in the right moment as the guys friend aimed at him. Pierre jumped to the left, and the shot missed him. Before the guy had a chance to shoot again, he jumped him. Even bandits fight wrong, Pierre thought, as he kicked the man hard in the groins, sending him to the floor, and finishing him off with a kick to the head. They tried to fight you fair. Sure, they'd kill you, but they wouldn't kick a man between his legs right away. Unfortunately for them, Pierre did, and didn't hesitate doing so. The other guy had turned away from Rosalie as he heard the noise, and came to help his friend. While getting up, Pierre drew his sword and with a swift movement stabbed the man. Without hesitation, he turned around and looked for Rosalie. As Robert was fighting the men, the last one attacked her grabbing her round the neck trying to pull her backwards. Before he could drag her back she dropped a dagger from her wrist pushing it behind her back between them. Quickly wrapping her foot behind him, she threw her head back breaking his nose as he fell backward pulling her back. The dagger in her hand piercing his chest finding his heart quickly, his hands letting go as she got up. Looking over at Robert she looked down at the dying man. “I hate doing this.” She sighed slightly looking up at him. Pulling the dagger out, she cleaned the blade before pushing it back up her sleeve.“Let’s go.” She whispered looking over at him, offering her other hand. “I might seem like an easy target, but I can look after myself.” She said, “My friend taught me.” She smiled slightly talking about Anna but not wanting to say her name. Pierre kneeled on the ground, rather out of breath, and took a quick gaze around. There weren't any other men; he suspected they had fled in terror, especially when Mademoiselle Innocence more or less just killed a man. He looked at her, as she offered him her hand. In his life, he had seen people get killed. But the people doing it, justified or not, were mostly people on whose faces you could read they can do it. Rosalie de Picardie and a dagger? That's like imaging the King standing in a street for bread. His mind wasn't prepared for such contradiction. This shouldn't happen." I'm here to protect you," he said, standing up and taking her soft hand. He looked at the man on the ground; the man she had sent down to the ground, who was bleeding heavily. He was dying. And all she wanted to do was walk away, with the most innocent smile he had ever seen. Pierre sighed. He had gotten out of the prison, escaping from death and murder, just to find.what? Beauty and murder? Innocence and death? France had become a contradiction in itself; the Assemble General wasn't working really, and while Paris celebrated liberty and elite, not much had changed on the countryside. It just continued being what it was, a place where most of the people lived day by day, and struggled hard to survive. Robespierre and his folks talked of great deeds, but he saw it in their eyes. They were ambitious, like new prisoners who wanted to take over. Ambition killed. France was ambitious, but the countryside held on to what had always been. A contradiction. Rosalie, a contradiction. Innocence and beauty, and blood running over small fingers; a smile to burn your heart, and a dagger to stab your belly. Everything just got worse, didn't it? He took her hand and got up. Feeling her soft skin in his hand for just a moment, he thought...no, not everything. Frowning she looked at him, the look in his eye suggested he didn’t approve with she had just done. Taking his hand softly she ran her thumb over the back of his hand softly. “I understand that what I did isn’t what you expected, and I’m not happy that I had to do it.” She said looking at him. “I feel for their families and the loss they feel. I would give up my fathers’ money to help the people in the area, but it’s not mine to give.” She looked at him, wondering if he knew that she meant it. Moving away the man was already dead, “This poor man needed help, at least where he is going he’ll get some.” She bit her lip.“Robert, please don’t hate me.” She spoke softly, looking back at him, running her fingers through her hair she looked at him. “Own, I think that I hurt my wrist.” She said pushing her sleeve up taking a look. Sighing slightly she gripped his other hand. “Let's get back quickly.” She smiled slightly looking up at him, “We can discuss politics later.” She looked back at him contemplating what he was thinking. Furthermore, she smiled slightly, he was handsome she could see that, but from the feel of his hands he had a life. Maybe he was trying to help her.“So you’re called Robert, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” She blushed as she looked at him. He took the horse, and held her hand. She obviously felt pity for the men, but she had the tendency of a rich person as well; just leaving the bodies right here, for someone else to take care of. On the other hand, he thought, they tried to rob and kill us, and not necessarily in this order. Why bury them? And on a third note, he just plainly thought too much. He walked next to her. "Robert, Mademoiselle, if you please. I've served the court of Versailles as a guard. I was trained in swordsmanship and other arts of protection there. In the last two years, I have been protecting as a guard various members of the Habsburg family of Austria. Your father send for me, and the Habsburg family released me to protect you." She looked at him frowning slightly “Austria? Habsburg? Isn’t that.?” she looked at him biting her lip slightly. “How? I’m nobody.” She whispered, biting her lip she forced a smile. “I guess that it will be alright. I mean my father knows better.” She smiled slightly as she looked at him.“I guess Austria will be safer than France.” She thought back at the conversation her father had before she was sent home. “So you’re going to take me to Austria, I think that it was fate that we met.” She smiled trying to put out of her mind what happened a few minutes before. "You saved my life." She smiled as she took her hand from his. "I guess I'm getting married." She blushed "I should have known that." Stupid fool, he thought. She didn't know it yet. Her father will be mad if he finds out you told her." Mademoiselle," he said, "excuse me... I shouldn't have told you. And, quite frankly, I don't know much about it. Austria's is safer, as much as I can say, yes. The Habsburg family has a pretty strong administration, and the troops are experienced. The...revolutionary thoughts have not spread yet, and won't likely do so." Austria was a Kingdom of many different people, with different cultures and languages. It spread out far into the east; there wouldn't be any elite of fraternity soon enough, because the bloody bastards hated each other too much to work together." Noble families are safe there," he continued. "Many have retreated there...fled, some might say. I think...you'll like it there. Though..."" Yes?" she said." Leave the dagger in France, will you? Austrian women have a tendency not to carry a dagger around. It's rather...bourgeois, isn't it?" She smiled slightly as she looked at him. "I can't leave the dagger. It was given to me by a dear friend." She bit her lip, Anna had saved up for it, so that she could teach her how to look after herself, she must have known that Rosalie would have to protect herself. "What does bourgeois mean?" She frowned, she had heard the word before but every time she asked what it meant she was patronized and told to go and play." Robert, why do people want me dead? I've never done anything to them." She whispered softly. "I don't profess to understand what happened in Paris." She whispered, she had heard about the violence, the King and Queen being executed. Looking at him. "You said fled as if they were cowards, do you think they are? Wouldn't you flee if someone was trying to kill you?" She looked at him, for some reason she didn't want him to think badly of her, but she knew he did from the disdain in his eyes. "Bourgeois is just a term they use in Paris these days...," he said, hardly getting used to the term himself. "It's used by aristocrats, strangely enough mostly by those who are now followers of the revolution. It's rather a bad term used for poorer people; mostly, it means they have bad manners." He shrugged. "In my service, I got used to such terms quickly... It's terms like this people why people want you dead, Mademoiselle de Picardie. You're of noble birth. Reason enough for quite a few people to kill you." And as soon as Robespierre's friends have moved your fortune from Venice to Paris, you won't probably live long either, he thought. It made him feel bad, now that he knew her. Before, it didn't matter at all. She was just a name to him, furthermore, the daughter of the man who had imprisoned him. Robert had once told him in prison, we can easily deal with names of deceased people if we can't paint a picture of their face in front of us. It was probably true, he thought, considering it already felt much harder imagining her dead body flowing on the Seine. And the other questions..." I can't say if the noble people flee," he said, being cautious now as he was playing a role, and had to separate between Pierre and Robert, the noble bodyguard. "I guess it's hard to fight when the people are against you," he continued, "but... I feel most of them didn't even try. Maybe when you change a little, you can change others a little." Remember Robert's role as a loyal bodyguard to aristocrats, he added: "But Austria is, this is true, much safer for younger people like you." Smiling slightly she looked at him. "When I'm in Austria I will try everything in my power to help people. I might not be smart, or understand politics but if I can make even one person's life better than isn't that worth it?" She said, "What's the man I'm meant to marry like?" She looked at him. "Is he kind and generous?" Keeping hold of his hand she didn't want to think about Paris, about the men there who wanted her dead. She wanted to think of the future and the good she could do, whilst trying hard not to think of the man she just killed. It wasn't an easy thing to think about but, if she hadn't killed him, he would have killed her and for what, she had no money or jewels on her, the dress she wore could have gotten him some money, but there would have been questions. Even the dagger she had, had no value, it was more sentimental than anything. Sighing slightly she looked at him." Those men back there, I'll find who they were and find their families. Make sure they have something, so their children can have a better life." She looked at him, the guilt almost eating her up inside. Turning away quickly she let go of his hand trying to subtly wipe the tears from her eyes. He felt uncomfortable as she started to cry, and had no idea how to comfort her. How do you comfort a girl that has everything? Beauty, wealth, power? By giving her more of it? He settled for a different way. "I don't know the man you're supposed to marry personally," he said. "I think his name is Josef from Habsburg. He's from the Kings branch of the family, the son of one of his brothers." He gave her an encouraging smile. "If the 35 men on the list who come before him die, he's going to be the successor. You might become Queen someday, eventually." This seems to make her feel better, and there was some nervous laughter beyond the tears." So," he said softly. "You really want to help the families of these men who tried to kill you?" And me, he added. Not that it really counts. Just sayin'. "This is very...generous. And allow me to speak freely, very...unusual." She looked at him, he really didn't know anything about her. "If they had help to began with they wouldn't have had to the need to attack people." She smiled slightly looking at him, "But what do I know?" She shrugged, he really believed that she wanted to be the Queen, she didn't she just wanted someone..." Sighing slightly she didn't know what she wanted. "Well we'd better go quickly, no doubt you want to get back to your family." She smiled slightly looking up at him. Taking his hand again she walked quickly down the hill heading to her house wanting to get this over and done with, obviously he had made his mind up with her, and she couldn't change that. "Let's go." ~~*~~*~~They had been nice to him, hadn’t they? Terribly sorry for what happened, and such. They sure had been. He was given a room, and apologized for it being so small. It was the most luxury room Pierre had ever seen, and he hadn’t said anything. The servants told him that the Lord was not well tonight, and would speak to him in the morning, so they left him by himself. They brought him excellent food though, and he had thanked them nicely, as Robespierre had taught him in the short time they had to prepare him basically. Other than that, Pierre hated the room. He hated the smell of the castle, he hated the atmosphere. Here lived the man who ruined his family, and it was just so wrong the man was still alive and, furthermore, rich. The bed was soft, and some might have said “heavenly soft”. Pierre slept on the floor. He wasn’t used to bed, and as much as the Castle itself, the bed just felt wrong. Only on the floor, he might find some rest. But guilt built up inside of him, and he thought about his sister. He saw her smiling face in front of him, when she ran through the corn fields, laughing, being chased by one of the village’s dogs in a harmless play, her brown hair dancing in the wind. She looked over her back, and grinned at him, her small little grin with the one missing teeth when she was seven. She had been so pretty, and he had defended her from all the other boys who were playing too rough with her, or cheating in games. Later, much later, he drifted off to an uncomfortable and uneasy sleep. In his dreams, he was back...there, he could smell it, taste it in the air, feel it under his bare feet...stone, stone which had seen many dying men, and the air felt wrong and good and home at the same time...he was pressed against a wall, arms over his chest, frightened, when they came for him, the old men, the three men, grinning... He turned round in his sleep, slightly moving his hands in to defend himself against unseen foes. He was too young, so very young, so innocent and frightened, and they’d take and do things to him...the bald old bastard grinned, and the others laughed... Then there was a fist hitting the old bastard, and another hitting the other man next to him, and a foot kicking the third, and someone moved, fast and quick, and he beat the men up, so hard Pierre thought they were going to die. He saw the old bastards teeth fly out of his mouth, and his face slammed against a corner of the wall, while one of his friends crept away in the cell, repeating “no, no, no”. Then there was silence, and then a face of a man. Bearded, dirty, but with calm brown eyes, who looked quietly at Pierre. The man held out a hand to the boy. “I’m Robert...” Pierre woke up, and sweat run over his face. He closed his eyes, and opened them again, and he wasn’t in the cell. A moment of relief, a moment of sorrow, for he missed Robert with all his heart. He could need him, especially today, when he was about to face the man who sent Pierre to prison, a long time ago, nearly in a different life. Rosalie was back in her room she looked in the box seeing how Anna had packed it, she missed her. Since she came to live in the castle 10 years ago she felt like she was a sister, everything felt strange without her here, but she couldn’t do anything now. At least she was happy. Changing she got back into her bed, curling up, she could speak to her father tomorrow see how he was feeling and get the news that she was leaving for Austria. She didn’t want to go, but she knew she would be safer. Slowly she fell asleep looking out the window seeing the sky and the stars. She dreamt back when she was a child, her mother Marie was still alive, she would sit and watch on her get ready for a party. She was beautiful, she had long blonde hair, Rosaline hated her red hair she wanted her hair like hers. Furthermore, she was 5 years old, when she snuck into her room the night she died, she curled up on the bed next to her. “Rosie you need to get back to bed.” Her Marie whispered. She had been ill for the past few months since she had gotten pregnant. “I want to stay here.” She smiled as she looked at her mother. “Alright.” Marie smiled as she pulled her in for a cuddle, “I love you mama.” Rosalie smiled as she cuddles into her, closing her eyes she fell asleep. She woke up in the castle getting dressed she knew her father wouldn’t want a visitor so early, heading to Robert’s room she knocked on the door. “Robert?” The morning sun shone onto his forehead, and Pierre raised his closed eyes towards it. Back in Paris, philosophers, as much as revolutionary forces, where all around the city. They stepped on carriages, on chests, on anything raising them above ground level, and started to share their ideas. Regardless of the real interest people had in them. When Pierre, already in disguise as a name called Robert, had ridden out of the city, he had stopped shortly to listen to one. It had been an old man, and he had caught Pierre’s attention for he had reminded him of a former cellmate. Blind eye, they had called him back then; he had been blind on his right eye, and could barely see anything on his left. But the other prisoners had liked him, for he told a lot of jokes and funny stories of his life. They had made the long days in the dark seem lighter. The man who had talked in Paris hadn’t been Blind eye, nor had his stories been amusing.“Freedom,” he had said. “For once, true freedom. When the King is gone, when royalty fades from all over Europe, all people are free and united as once.” Even then, Pierre had wanted to shout freedom was just an illusion. He was free; and he was bound and chained in many other ways. Bound to his task, and chained to his sisters fate, as he knew he had it in his hands still. Freedom was a pretty word for dreamers and democrats to use at their pleasure; but real freedom was an illusion. But the sun on his skin in the morning had a feeling of pure freedom, and of something good. In prison, he didn’t know he had missed the feeling; out on the streets again, it had struck him from day one. Nothing was calmer, never the world more at ease with you, when you felt the rising sun on your skin.“Robert?” He sighed as he heard her voice. Pierre didn’t really want to talk to her before talking to her father, and after yesterday, he had rather decided to stay away from her as much as possible, as he couldn’t quite put her into a category. Nonetheless, he got up and opened the door. Rosalie smiled as the door opened slowly. “Hi, did you sleep well?” She frowned seeing he wasn’t dressed. “Oh I’m sorry I keep forgetting people don’t wake up as early as me.” She blushed as she looked at him, “I’ll let you get back to sleep.” She smiled broadly. Running a hand through her hair she smiled as she looked at him, she got a proper chance to look at his face without the dust from the riding, he seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quiet see it. “Sleep well.” She wandered off slowly, heading down to her fathers room. Walking inside the room was dark and dusty. Sighing she walked over to the bed, lifting his hand she smiled. “Hello Papa.” She smiled, his face seemed more creased then usual, all the color had disappeared from his face. His eyes opened slowly, “Marie?” He asked, she wasn’t sure why he had said that. “I can’t join you. Rosie needs me.” She smiled slightly.“Papa it’s me Rosalie.” She smiled; his eyes seemed to clear as she looked at her. “I thought you were your mother.” He sighed softly, “I’m glad your back, but you must leave soon. You must go to Austria it isn’t safe here.” He held her hand, gripping firmly as if he was scared that she would disappear from him. ““I know.” She said softly. “I know that you want me to go, and I will.” She smiled brushing the hair from his face. “You must go tomorrow, and you can never come back.” She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. “I know Papa.” She bit her lip as he kissed her hand.“There is one more thing, I need to repent, I sent someone to prison that didn’t deserve it. In the draw of my desk, there’s a document that will secure his release and an apology and hopefully reparation for what I did. Give this to my valet he will see it into the right hands, and free this man I have wronged for so long.” He pointed to the desk, biting her lip she went over there picking up the paper. Heading back to her father he was asleep again, heading out the door she called the housekeeper, telling her to open the curtains and windows and clean the bedroom. Since her father was asleep he wouldn’t notice anyone in there. Slowly making her way to her room she looked at the letter in her hand she sighed as she looked at it. She wouldn’t give this paper to the valet she would sort this out herself.

Revolutionary Hearts (Absinthe Tori & Ridcully)|rating:4.0

Coming Full Circle (a closed thread)

“ OVER HERE, HANK!” He heard Charles call from the other side of the train depot. As the cousin he barely knew approached him and held out his hand he listened to him continue. “Welcome back to Columbus. Got your letter, but you never did tell me what brings you back home after all these years.” Henry gave Charles a weak smile of recognition as his hand was pumped vigorously, and an arm went around his shoulder giving him an uncomfortable feeling. It had been forty-five years since he’d last seen his cousin and he never did feel very close to him anyway. Charles on the other hand seemed to think that they should be the best of friends.“Looks like you could use a drink or two.” Charles continued, as he looked Henry up and down noticing his dusty disheveled appearance “I reckon it was one hell of a trip. There’s a place across the street where we can sit down and talk over a cold beer.” Henry wasn’t much of a drinker, but he accepted Harry’s offer with a tired nod. It had been one hell of a trip alright. Damn near 1000 miles he’d come in the last two days Clear from Columbus Nebraska to Columbus Ohio. 1000 dusty godforsaken miles. The last time he’d .made this trip was forty years ago. He had been sixteen, full of piss and vinegar, hell-bent on carving out a new life somewhere out “west” It wasn’t a thing a young man would forget, that first trip. From one town named Columbus to another town named Columbus. He couldn’t remember why he had picked that particular town to stop at He had intended to push on further, maybe north to Colorado or Wyoming. But it was so damn green there and the rich black soil beckoned And there was land for free. For anyone who was willing to work it. So he stopped, and he worked it, lying about his age so he could get title to a piece of land and then more land until he had well over 500 acres of rich green land. He tilled the dark green grass under and planted oats and corn and raised cattle and hogs chickens and sheep. He built a house and barn and sheds from lumber he cut from trees from a wooded area along the Platte River and ten years later at twenty-six he had everything he wanted and needed including a wife who would soon become the mother of his first child As for the rest of his personal the saga, he didn’t even want to think about right now. Instead, he let the cool beer slip down his dusty throat and said under his breath “I reckon I’ve come full circle” What’s that?” Charles asked impatiently. When Henry stared at him with a far away look on his face He continued. “Never mind just tell me what got you all fired up to come home in such a rush.” The truth be told he knew exactly why Henry had traveled all that way from Columbus, Nebraska to Columbus Ohio. In fact just about everybody in both towns knew what the occasion was. In Nebraska, they knew because Henry made his intensions known after church services one bright Sunday morning three months ago. Whoever didn’t actually hear him say it heard it later as the gossip spread around town. The folks who found out in Ohio, either read in the local paper or heard about the ad in the local paper that Henry had placed, advertising for a woman to join him as his wife on his farm in Nebraska. The add was short and to the point The folks who had known Henry expected it to be and the ones who didn’t have a good laugh about it. What Charles and the rest of them didn’t know was if in fact he had found his bride to be, who she was.“Well… I suppose you’re going to tell me you got an answer to that damn-fool ad you placed three months ago and came here to take your new bride back to Nebraska ”“Yep.” Henry said. Matter of fact you hit the nail right on the head. He watched Harry suck in his breath as if he couldn’t believe what he heard When he figured the poor man recovered he continued. “Maybe you could help me find her, She only gave me a box number no address and I thought I’d surprise her by coming earlier than I planned.” Charles was all ears now that he’d been invited into the event that had the town buzzing.“Tell me her name Hank.” He said excitedly. Is she someone we went to school with way back when? Maybe some poor widow? She got any kids? Maybe she’s a gal who got tired of her good for nothing husband and can’t wait to get out of town, or maybe she’s still got one and wants to leave anyway” Henry waited for his cousin to run out of steam and then said. “Nope You’re dead wrong.”“Well… Tell me then, damn it, she must have a name, Tell me her name maybe I know her.”“I’ll do better than that” Henry said an s he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a worn envelope. Her name’s Rebecca Jane and here’s her picture. Harry’s face turned pasty white as he took one look at the picture, Henry had shoved across the table. He pushed it back as if he didn’t want to see what he was seeing. Henry watched Harry’s reaction and got an uneasy feeling in his gut. He tried to make a joke of it. “She, too, pretty for you Charles? Maybe you’re wishing it was you she was wanting to marry, instead of me When Charles’ expression didn’t change he scowled. You know something about Rebecca Jane I don’t?”“Well?” he said getting impatient when Charles didn’t respond. She’s… That woman… She’s… He began stuttering. And then finished up real quick. She's a dancer over at the Roaring Twenties.” Henry breathed a sigh of relief Is that all, l gals gotta make a living right” But that’s. A … You know…a WHORE-HOUSE.! Charles spit out the words as if they had put a bad taste in his mouth. Are you saying Rebecca Jane’s a whore! Henry shot back. Can you prove it!” With all the effort he could muster Charles mumbled “Look Henry I’ve been up to her room above the bar myself more than a few times. Ten dollars will get you an hour of the wildest fuckin’ a man could want, and thirty-five will get you the same all night long. If I’m not mistaken she’s dancing tonight, Having said a lot more than maybe he should have Charles got up, turned his back on Henry and walked away like he was a total stranger.“When’s the show start?” Henry asked the bartender.“Twenty minutes mister, this is your first time here?”“First and last” Henry muttered”Give it at chance mister First one’s on the house on account of our new. At least stay to watch Rebecca Jane dance, You won’t regret it. Henry only grunted and settled into his seat at the bar. Thirty minutes later his free drink was still untouched on the bar and the show was over. Henry had seen enough He knew by just watching her dance Rebecca Jane wasn’t the woman he wanted for his wife and the mother of his children. The train heading west wouldn’t be leaving for two days. He’d find a cheap hotel for the night, Walk out to the family farm bright and early in the morning before anyone was up and around. He doubted that anyone would recognize him anyway It had been forty years after all. The morning air was still and heavy as Alice waved off the departing form of her father, the Reverend James Winters. She smiled as he turned out of their drive and disappeared. The hazy morning sunshine was the precursor to a bright summer day that looked to be a real scorcher. Alice grinned up at the white-hot orb glad to know that hot as it might get, at least she would not have to endure it in the sour company of her father. Alice had been left behind, as usual. She knew that Father meant her to feel punished by the slight, but Alice felt only relief. The trip to Cincinnati would be long, hot and unpleasant. Her father was attending a convention of the Nazarene Church, an event that promised to be mostly made up of sanctimonious speeches and calls for a firm hand in the congregations. Father would fit right in. Alice would be bored to tears. Instead, she was being left home, because, as she was often reminded, “…she was a blemish on the spotless record of a Christian life,” set by Reverend Winters. As punishments went, hers was not unpleasant. This time. Except for the Ice Cream Social later today, an event that all members of the Ladies Auxiliary must attend, her time was her own until Father returned to their farm on the outskirts of Columbus in three days. Since she’d learned of her punishment Alice had carefully planned her precious time. This morning, she’d get her chores done quickly, and then she was going to the old Wilson place. Her excuse, if seen by anyone, was that she was looking for early berries. Unsaid was her desire for a cooling swim in a secluded spot she knew of along the river. The sun was midway between dawn and high noon when Alice stopped on the graveled riverbank. She dropped her berry bucket, and the small basket holding a towel and scrap of scented soap. Alice shed her worn dress, and cotton slip, folding both carefully and placing them on top of the basket. Though old and worn, the garments were of good quality, and Alice did her best to take care of them. Most of her clothing came from the charity boxes, the cast-offs of the Columbus ladies who brought boxes and bags of their discards to the church to be distributed to the poor. Well, she was poor in ways they’d never understand and if she outfitted herself first from the boxes, who could nay say her? Cool water rose up around her as Alice waded into the river. The water was clear and calm; Alice sighed when she reached shoulder depth and ducked beneath the surface to wet her long blonde hair. For the next hour she floated and swam, reveling in the buoyancy of the water and freedom from her ill-fitting clothes. The refreshing water made her feel like a dryad frolicking in a hidden pool, a comparison that would not occur to any who knew her. All too soon, she had to climb from the water. Slowly Alice waded to the bank, the water sliding down her body across full breasts and well-rounded hips; she dressed quickly, tugging at her cotton slip where it stuck to still damp skin. She squeezed the water from her hair, finger combed it free of the worst tangles, and pinned it back into its normal sensible bun. Now returned to her normal conservative appearance she gathered her possessions and turned to the path that would lead back to the Winter farm, her mind already on her afternoon duties with the Ladies Auxiliary. Henry Wilson The sun hadn’t come up yet when Henry jumped out of bed, something about today made him feel anxious. There was a feeling in the air that it might even rain, yet he had felt it before and then suffered through another dry and dusty day, Another dry day, part of a dry month that followed a dry season. How many years had it been he wondered since the dry spell had begun. He thought of his farm in Nebraska. The green grass that everyone had taken for granted started turning brown three years ago Rivers and streams, ponds and lakes, anything that held water soon were reduced to either a trickle of water or a stagnant mud-hole. Henry had either been smart or lucky or maybe some of both when he bought that section down by the Platte. He moved his livestock down where the swampy ground struggled to keep the grass green and the river ran clear and plentiful in spite of the scorching sun. No use in trying to plant anything he had figured. If anything did sprout in the dusty soil the hot southwest wind would blow it clear into Iowa, along with the precious topsoil he turned over. Best to leave it lay he had figured. Boredom overtook him and had driven him into town. He had joined the church because he wasn’t much of a drinker and would rather put his money into the collection plate than some saloon owners pocket. Mostly he was wanting some human contact. It had been so long since Mary and the baby died. His reminiscing was interrupted by lightning in the west. But then as he watched for more the sun rose in the east and brought with it a clear sky. “Heat lightning, Henry said to himself, just heat lightning.” There was a pan of lukewarm water on the dresser, and he took his razor from his bag and quickly shaved, figuring why waste the fresh haircut he had gotten before he left Nebraska by going out with a two days growth of whiskers. He went to the closet where he had hung his clothes. As he slipped his pants and shirt on he wished he had brought along a pair of overalls. The new suit he had bought at the haberdashery before he left was roomy enough, but he just didn’t feel comfortable in it The vest and tie made it even more bothersome. He thought for a moment about just rolling up his shirt sleeves and leaving the rest behind but realized they’d be gone when he came back at noon. Shrugging his shoulders he finished dressing and went out to greet the morning. It was a short walk to the homestead and he took his time. Even though it was hot in Ohio, things were a lot greener, and Henry began to actually enjoy himself forgetting about last night's events. Instead, his mind wandered back to when he was a child. He smiled to himself when he thought about his most favorite place, the river. It should be to his left just beyond a big chestnut tree. The tree was gone but its jagged stump too stubborn to rot, told Henry that he was heading in the right direction. Eagerly he approached the river, and smiled when he saw it glistening in the sunlight, clear as the day he had last swum here. Beyond the next bend, the swimming hole, and the path to the Reverend Winters homestead. Henry chuckled to himself remembering back to when he and his cousin had tempted each other to venture up that path. They teased each other that they were sure to go to hell if the Reverend ever caught them on his property. He remembered Pa didn’t have much time for the Reverend and whenever he saw him coming towards their place with his Sunday suit on and his bible under his arm, he got his gun out and ran him off. Henry wondered if the Reverend were still around or maybe his kin. A far as he could remember the man had a wife but no children, then again, he remembered a baby girl with blonde hair. Henry had gone to a church social and the Reverends' wife had a baby with her. His pondering was interrupted by the splashing of water around the bend. He grinned remembering how he used to sneak up on an otter or a flock of wild ducks. He crouched down and pushed himself slowly through a tangle of willows and tag-alders. Slowly he peered out from between the branches towards the place the sound had come from.“Oh! My God!” he said under his breath and then clamped his hand over his mouth sure that he had been heard. The object of his emotional outburst was not an otter or a flock of ducks, but a woman bathing naked in the river barely ten feet from where he crouched. He remained still hoping she wouldn’t notice him, trying not to stare afraid she might even feel his presence. But he just couldn’t pull his eyes away from her, even though she was waist deep with her back to him, her long blonde hair flowing down to her waist and the lather from the soap she was using clouding up the water around her hips and legs. The spell was broken when she moved towards the shore and Henry tore his gaze away from her, He looked carefully behind him for a way to safely back up without making any noise. He moved one foot and then the other slowly backwards, not wanting to get caught invading this poor women privacy. When he was almost through the underbrush, he looked back towards the water. The woman had turned half facing him and was bending over, stepping quickly into a slip that clung to her wet full hips When she stood up, pulling the cloth up at the same time, her large breasts reluctantly slid under the cloth. He found himself unable to move again as he watched the round full softness of each breast strain against the cloth and the presence of two firm nipples jutting outwards as she deftly transformed her long hair into a smooth bun at the top of her head. When she bent to retrieve the rest of her clothes, Henry felt able to move. He stood up and turned and ran. Feeling like he hadn’t drawn a full breath of air since he had first seen her, he became dizzy, yet he kept on running, hoping if she heard him she would think it was a deer startled from its bed. His head was full of images of her bathing naked, of Rebecca Jane dancing half naked at the Roaring Twenties, of his wife on their honeymoon night. Exhausted he stopped. It felt like his body was burning up. He stripped off his jacket, vest and tie. Unbuttoning his shirt, he dropped it on the ground. A small pool of water caught his attention, a backwater from the river. He knelt beside it and cupping his hands brought fresh water to his parched lips. Handful after handful he dashed over his face his shoulders his chest until his body glistened with wetness. His breathing became normal, and he smoothed back his hair and stood. He was about to bend over to pick up his clothes when he heard a noise, the sound of running feet. He looked up to see a path. Disappearing around a bend was the woman who he had watched in the river. Had she seen him he wasn’t sure? He knew now that he had gotten turned around and the path he was looking down was the one to Reverend Winters homestead. Alice Winters Alice dropped to the top step on the porch; heart pounding in her chest, breath coming in great gulps and blue eyes watching the path leading from the river. After a moment, her breathing returned to its normal pace. But the throbbing of her heart continued; what at first was from exertion now came from fear. Alice felt as if her heart might jump from her chest after the incident near the river. An image of the shirtless man she’s seen was burned into her mind, and in her heart was the fear that he might have seen her as well.“Oh, Dear Lord,” she whispered. “What have I done?” Only moments before Alice had stood on a nearby spot naked as the day she was born, in broad daylight, and almost within sight of the path near which the stranger knelt! Her stomach churned as she watched a dizzying array of possible outcomes play in her mind. The man telling her Father…or worse, the mannottelling Father and blackmailing Alice with the knowledge…no, worse than that, the man telling the members of the congregation, before telling her Father. Her thoughtless actions could have very bad repercussions; ugly, painful repercussions. Alice quickly put those thoughts away. It was entirely possible that he saw nothing. He must have come from the direction of town, in which case he would not have passed the spot where Alice rose from the river. It was a brisk walk from town, and a hot day. He may have just needed to refresh himself and had stopped to do so there on the bank.“After the way I ran away, he probably thinks that some bumpkins live here.” Alice said aloud, doing her best to convince herself that this was not the catastrophe she feared. She reexamined her mental image. Alice had only gotten a glimpse of his face, seen that it was rugged but clean-shaven. His hair was black, like coal, and with the same flashes of light that could be seen in a lump of stove fuel. He didn’t look familiar; but Columbus was a growing town. To be honest, what Alice most clearly recalled were broad shoulders and a strong back. That image was no less dizzying than the others, but nausea was not the feeling it created. She shook her head, reminding herself that it was thoughts like years ago that put her in her present situation. Where, Alice wondered, was the stranger going? The Wilson place was deserted; he could only have been coming here. Even if he were lost, he’d still come to their farm at the end of the path. She stared down the trail as she sat on the step. If he was coming here, then where was he? Shouldn’t he have arrived by now? Unless he had turned back to town because headsmen her. She trembled at the thought but had no time to dwell on it further. Stranger or no, she still had duties to attend to this afternoon. Later, standing in the shade outside the church, Alice scanned the crowd attending the Social. She was looking for “the stranger” as she’d started to call him. Of the men present, some were the right height, but none had quite the breadth of shoulder to be him. Alice was surprised to feel more disappointed than relived. Did whereinto meet this man? Alice smiled and spoke, passed out scoops of ice cream, and fulfilled her role as the Reverends’ daughter. She’d been her fathers hostess in these things for so long that she knew her lines by heart. After a while her mind drifted until a female voice called her back to the present.“Alice, there is someone I want you to meet. It’s Charles’ cousin, from out west.” Henry Wilsongrrrrrrrr!!!! Again Henry Wilson Dressing quickly Henry assessed the situation the best he could under the circumstances. The many changes he had to deal with in the last twenty-four hours certainly had complicated his life. He was used to changing being farmer and depending on the fickleness of the land and the weather. These latest changes had nothing to do with planting and raising livestock, but Henry was sure he could meet these latest challenges. To be sure he had run away from a challenging situation just a while ago, and one might think that his decision not to confront Rebecca Jane at the Roaring Twenties last night, might be considered cowardice, but now it was if he had to make some sort of stand. Just what he intended to do he wasn’t rightly sure. One thing was certain though, he wasn’t about to put his tail between his legs and run for Nebraska. He wasn’t anywhere close to being presentable if he were to be seen backing town looking like a half drowned rat, he needed a place to clean up get the dirt and grime off his face and hands restore his clothes to some semblance of respectability. Then maybe he might just spend a few more days in Columbus. He had enough money to even be a little bit frivolous, something he wasn’t prone to be but for some strange reason he felt in that kind of mood. Finding his way back to the Wilson homestead headed back into town. A fork in the road led to Charley and Edith's farm and his disposition brightened when he thought of Edith. He remembered her from his childhood and they had been neighbors and friends. Why she married his cousin Charley he didn’t understand. But none of that really mattered. What mattered was that she would be happy to help him get respectable.-----------------------------------------------------------------“There you are.” Edith said smiling Just as good as new.” She straightened his tie and tucked a clean handkerchief into his breast pocket Henry smiled back, he certainly felt like a new man thanks to Edith, She had greeted him enthusiastically when she had seen him coming up the path and recognized him. Seeing his condition and knowing him not to be much of a talker she asked no questions but went right to work on his suit after he had stripped down to his waist as she had directed him. She handed him a bar of soap and told him to head for the rain barrel behind the house. “Shed those shoes too, and I’ll put a shine on them while we wait for your shirt to dry”. Henry started to protest, but when she began to eye his pants he shut his mouth real quick. He headed for the rain barrel and washed his upper body thoroughly. Back in the house he caught a flour sack towel Edith threw his way he wiped himself dry while he watched her iron the shirt she had just washed his jacket, vest and tie. Lay on the table neatly pressed. Henry grabbed his shoes I’ll polish them myself, thank you. Suit yourself Hank she shrugged her shoulders they still call you Hank, don’t they? Henry said quietly “Most folks now know me as Henry, but I guess Hank’s alright too if it suits you.” Edith smiled Hank it is then If your intent is to shine your own shoes I’ll fetch something to eat. Made some peach cobbler for the Ice Cream Social this afternoon. Are you going? Didn’t know there was one Henry replied. Charles going? It was the first time he had thought to ask about Charles. Edith blushed, maybe she hadn’t been thinking too much about Charles either.“Charles ain’t much for ice cream socials” she said quietly. “More than likely he’ll spend the day playing poker. Henry put down his newly polished shoes and watched Edith spoon up a generous portion of peach Cobbler. He discovered himself feeling relieved that Charles was occupied for the day. He saw Edith’s face light up when he took a spoonful and smacked his lips in approval. "I'll be more than happy to accompany you to that Ice Cream Social just for the chance to get seconds"-----------------------------------------------“Alice, there is someone I want you to meet. It’s Charles’ cousin, from out west.” Henry heard Edith say, he was starting to regret that he had gone to the social. It seemed every woman he saw was looking at him as if they knew something he didn't know, maybe it WS his imagination, but he couldn't help but feel strange. He had held his gaze low avoiding eye contact but now as revealed who he was, any chance at avoiding questions was gone. He looked up, the woman named Alice was facing away from him, but turned as Edith said her name. Even before he looked in her eyes he knew. She was the woman who he had seen bathing in the river. He sucked in his breath determined not to let her discover his secret. Maybe she didn't even know, probably not, but he wasn't about to give her any clue by his behavior. He cleared his throat and said simply "Pleased to meet you Alice... Winters is it?" He had seen no ring on her hand, and he had guessed that she was the Reverends' daughter Alice Winters“Alice, there is someone I want you to meet. It’s Charles’ cousin, from out west.” Alice turned, and frowned as she watched her friend Edith move slowly across the grass lawn. That baby must surly be ready to come at any moment, Alice thought as Edith puffed to a stop before her." Pleased to meet you Alice... Winters is it?" A man spoke, an introduction to which she should respond, but at the moment all her attention was upon Edith. She gestured for a chair to be brought and placed in the shade.“Winters…yes. My father is the Reverend James Winters.” Alice answered absently as she ushered Edith to a seat. The man too looked at Edith, as if noticing for the first time that she was not well. Could he not have noticed that the woman was in the last stages of pregnancy? Men!“Edith! Do not say that you came all this way for ice cream? I would have brought you some myself before the day was over rather than have you walking about in this heat. I do believe you have taken leave of your senses.” Alice looked again at the dark-haired cousin. Ah, that was the reason. Edith was playing at matchmaker. Would the woman never learn? Alice knew Edith meant well, but Father would never consent to marriage; not when Alice made such a capable cook, housekeeper and secretary. The cousin stood quietly, seeming to view a distant scene away from the chatter and heat. His eyes darkened with pain, though he hid it quickly. Alice wondered at the source.“Oh!! Oh, Alice. I believe you’re right. I should not be here this afternoon. Could I impose upon you to assist Cousin Henry in getting me home?” Alice momentarily suspected a plot to bring her together with Cousin Henry, but Edith seemed in genuine discomfort. Now, she was glad he was here to help get Edith home.------------------------------------------An hour later Edith was settled in her own bed and resting comfortably. Her husband, Charles, had returned home and Alice was ready to go home herself.“I can assure you, Mr. Wilson, I can see myself home.” Alice could hear the irritation in her voice. Henry had done nothing to deserve it, except that he and Charles were cousins. At the moment, Alice had little use for Henry's cousin.“Miss Winters, I must insist that you allow me to escort you home.” There was nothing Henry could do to force his company on her Alice knew that. But his tone said that it would be best if she’d do as he wanted, and on a deep level, she responded to his will. Alice shook in the heat, and her eyes were drawn to the face of this man who suddenly made her shake as if she'd just been touched by a cold breeze in the heat of summer. She’d scarcely noticed him while she worried about Edith. Now, his face came into focus; all strong sharp lines, a bold face full of pride and assurance. Fine lines and weathered skin gave him the look of a man who spent more time out of doors than in, his blue eyes stood out sharply against the tanned color of his skin but where hers were the blue of a summer storm, his were like a cold winter sky. And above those eyes...black hair that glinted in the afternoon light. Suddenly, Alice realized that he was the man from the road; she’d been blind not to have seen it sooner.“Yes, of course, Mr. Wilson. If it’s no trouble.” She hadn’t meant to agree, but they’d come so far already, having walked and argued at the same time. Alice should have insisted he return, shouldn’t have agreed to his company at all, but she wanted to know why he'd been on the road to her house. It was improper while Father was gone. What would people think? Alice found that she didn’t care. Her life was set in its path, she’d never have a home or family of her own. She should savor this moment and the company of a handsome man. It might never come again. She smiled up at Henry, determined to enjoy the rest of their walk.“Tell me, Mr. Wilson. What brings you to Ohio?” Henry Henry paused before answering, concerned that she knew more than she let on. Surely by now everyone in town knew who he was and what he was here for. Yet she was Reverend Winter's daughter, perhaps the women she socialized with refrained from talking to her about such a delicate subject. Her smile and the tone of her voice suggested she didn’t, and it was in her eyes too, as if a storm there that he had seen earlier when she was protesting his company had passed. He had noticed the storm because she reacted to his request without the usual pretense that some women would use to get attention or to challenge a man’s authority, but instead was purely an attempt to reject his company. For Henry, it had become a challenge. And he had been enjoying the anticipation of where this storm would lead. Her question was honest and direct, and he owed her a direct and honest answer. His voice was clear and unemotional. “I came to Ohio to take home a bride.” He saw the storm clouds in her eyes gather and her body stiffen. He laughed a short unconscious laugh. “I’m sorry Miss Winters it’s not quite like that.” Edith’s matchmaking attempts were quite obvious weren’t they? The storm did not pass as Alice stopped dead in her tracks and faced him.“Then Mr. Wilson, before we go any further, an explanation is in order.”“That nearby tree and a mound of soft green grass looks like a good place to take care of this.” Henry said, and he pointed in that direction He took off his jacket and spread it out on the ground. “Sit” he said firmly. “This may take some time” It didn’t take as long as he had figured, as Alice immediately sat, smoothing her dress over her crossed legs. She gave him her full attention not interrupting him by asking pointless questions or telling him to be more specific. He kneeled beside her and started his explanation with the day he decided to put an ad in the paper for a wife and finished by revealing that the woman who answered the ad was not the kind of woman he was looking for. In between he found it easy to tell her every detail even though he realized he was exposing to her his foolishness.“Of course there is more of who I am and what my intentions are, but I’m sure you aren’t interested. All that you really need to know is that I have no intentions towards you about marriage or going to Nebraska with me. My only intention at this time is to get you safely home.” Alice seemed to be satisfied with Henry’s story, for when he rose and held out his hand to help her up, she took it graciously. She brought his jacket up along with her and handed it to him. He thanked her and waited while she stepped onto the path. Henry followed behind for a while, lost in his own thoughts. Now that the idea had entered his mind he wondered if Alice would make a good wife. To be sure she had many of the qualities he was looking for. He smiled appreciatively at her hips as she walked ahead of him She’d have no problem with childbirth, and her full breasts, that he had observed that very morning as she dressed after her bath in the river, would provide ample milk for his children. Why then was he not more interested in her. He certainly had been aroused while he had watched her bathe in the river. What had changed make him feel differently now? Edith’s matchmaking had turned him off he had to admit. Somehow the idea of someone else deciding for him seemed cold and impersonal. Right now if he were to define their relationship he would compare it with the way he felt about Edith. She had made him feel at home, even she was a comparative stranger having not seen her since he left for the West when he was sixteen. Somehow he trusted both of them more than anyone else in town, including his cousin Charles. Alice looked back sensing that Henry had fallen behind. She smiled “We’re almost there. Henry” Somewhere along the way a barrier between them had dissolved, evaporated in the cool breeze and quiet woods. Henry smiled back as he quickened his step and came alongside of her. For a while they talked about Edith and her condition. Alice was concerned and Henry promised her that he would stay the night with her and Charles. Charles would be of no help at all they agreed. "You come for me if the baby comes in the night Henry." Alice said firmly. Henry promised. The conversation turned back the pages of time as Alice talked about her childhood and when Henry told her about leaving Columbus those many years ago. Alice laughed and tossed her head. The sunlight caught in her hair, and he had a vision of it wet and falling around her bare shoulders when Henry said quickly. "Do you remember me?", not sure himself if he even remembered her."I'm' sure I was just a babe she said, a coquettish grin on her face. Besides I'd have had no interest in a boy ten years older than me." Henry smiled back "I suppose not." They fell silent for a while, Henry looking ahead for the house and outbuildings. "Look! Alice." he said. Suddenly “There’s the path to the river. The Wilson homestead is just beyond the Chestnut tree, near the old swimming hole. We used to swim naked down there when we were kids, You ever do that...!" He suddenly realized he was talking like a young boy, but he went on anyway. "Charles and me used to, but We were always afraid to come up this path for fear the Reverend would chase us off." Alice“Good thing for you, he didn’t. Father frowns on swimming, he says that for men and women to see each other scantily clothed and wet leads to impure thoughts.” Alice could attest to that herself and blushed prettily as her own impure thoughts from the morning bounced around in her head.“He’d have tanned your hides if he caught you.” Her comment drew a rude noise from Henry; one of those sounds that Alice associated exclusively with men. A non-specific noise that covered many emotions, most of them understood only by other men. His mouth quirked up at one corner.“While the cats away...” the old adage trailed off his tongue. Alice was charmed by that half smile and unprepared for his next statement." I figured that the safest time to skinny-dip was when the Reverend was away. The very best time was during the Nazarene convention. Wouldn’t you agree?” Alice looked at him in shock, too stunned to answer. And then, too soon it seemed, they stood before her porch. He smiled and took her hand.“It has been a pleasure to meet you, Miss Winters. Good evening.”---------------------------------------------------------------------The pounding on the front door roused Alice from a light sleep. It seemed she slept with one eye open these nights, ready to jump from her bed to answer the door, to greet every situation from birth to death. Tonight she expected birth, planned for it before she retired. Quickly dressed, Alice answered the door. As expected it was one of Edith’s oldest boys. Labors had started in earnest. Henry had sent for the doctor, the mid-wife, and Alice; so the young man informed her as the walked into the night. Alice was glad that Henry had been thorough. Henry greeted Alice with a look of profound relief and the question that Alice had long dreaded hearing.“You know anything about delivering babies?”“No. Do you? And shall I take that question to mean that no one else is coming?” Henry“That’s right, looks like we got a job to do.” Henry answered. Now that Alice was here his confidence returned, and the situation didn’t seem so dire as it had been when Charles had returned from town and told him that the Dr and the midwife were nowhere to be found. Word was that they were clean across the county attending to another birthing and wouldn’t be back until morning. Things had suddenly gotten worse when Charles who had decided to have a drink or two before he returned home stumbled into the bedroom to see how Edith was doing and came out, a look of shock on his face. “Hank! He had screeched. “She just wet the goddamned bed!” Henry had shaken his head and sent Charles to the hall closet for some clean sheets and towels. Then, when he returned Henry told him to go to the kitchen, start a fire in the wood cook stove, make some coffee and fill the copper laundry tub with fresh clean water and put that on the stove too. Charles stumbled off muttering something about it being a damn hot night for a roaring fire in the stove Henry could see he had his hands full. Edith’s two younger girls were staying in town with friends, and he was thankful for that, things were complicated enough without them being underfoot. He was glad Edith’s oldest son Adam had been home, able to fetch Alice when the time arrived, and he had trusted him to do what was asked of him He had just finished changing Edith’s bedding, reassuring her that everything would be ok even though he wasn’t sure and wanted instead to give her hell for going and getting herself pregnant at forty-seven, when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the hall. Instead, he had wiped her brow softly with a wet cloth and asked her about the pains. “The babies coming,” she had told him between labored breaths. “They come real fast for me.”“The Dr. here yet?” She had asked and Henry shook his head no and quickly said “But Alice is here I just heard her come in the door and… He wanted to say he would deliver the child but didn’t know how she would take it. Would she trust him enough to put her life and the baby’s in his hands? Much to his relief Edith had reached up and took his hand. “And you’re here Hank, you’ll help too won't you?”Of course Edith, Of course.” He had replied. With Alice’s help, he could do this thing.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Now Alice knew too there would be no Dr. and no midwife. It was up to the two of them to bring this child into the world.“Get us a pan of hot soapy water” he told Adam, then go keep your Pa company. We’ll holler if we need you.” He rolled up his sleeves opened up the top of his shirt and without reaching out unbuttoned the cuffs on Alice’s blouse. As he rolled her sleeves up he looked in her eyes and said quietly. “We’re in this together Alice. Like a team of horses we must pull as one.” When he and Alice had washed and Adam had left, Henry moved to one side of the narrow bed. He motioned Alice toward the other. He took Edith’s hand and spoke to them both in as quiet and calm voice as possible. “I’m just a farmer, but I know a little about the birthing process. Helped many a lamb, calf, or colt come into this world. I’m guessing a human baby isn’t that much different. I’m not saying this to brag, only to help you understand that I know that I know how it should go, and you can trust me.”“Edith, you know what you have to do, you’ve done this before.” He turned to her and smiled softly.“Alice, whether you’ve done this before or not don’t matter. Tonight we’re going to do it my way O.K.?” Alice nodded, her eyes glowing in anticipation. Edith raised her legs letting her nightgown side up over her thighs and hips. Her nakedness went unnoticed as both Alice’s and Henry’s attention was drawn to the broad expanse of her belly and the baby that lay inside. Edith drew in her breath and held it as the pain of contraction overtook her. Almost instantaneously another contraction began. “Hold it back” Henry cautioned. He took Alice’s hands “You must find the babies head, It’s important to know that the baby’s head is coming out first. Your hands are smaller than mine.” As he spoke he guided Alice’s hands. He continued speaking to keep her from becoming fearful. "You know Alice, only a woman knows whether her touch brings pain or pleasure.to another woman here." He eased her hands toward Edith's Vagina. Most men don’t even care, they think they know how a woman feels but how can they, they’re not built the same. So don’t be afraid of hurting Edith think of how you would feel, what kind of touch you would want. He felt Alice’s hands relax and heard her draw in her breath as her fingers disappeared inside.“I feel the baby’s head.” She whispered as if she were sharing a secret. And Henry saw the excitement in her eyes again.“Good, now reach further, make sure there is no cord around the baby’s neck.” He heard Alice sigh in relief and knew there wasn’t.O.K. he said it’s up to you Edith, time to push”. Alice He had Alice in position and was assured that the babe was ready as well. Henry instructed Edith to bear down with the next contraction. Alice felt the hot wet head of the unborn infant push against her fingers. She nearly jerked them back in surprise. This was Edith's’ baby, and Alice was responsible for brining it into to the world. No, that wasn’t quite right. What had Henry said? “Like a team of horses we must pull as one.” She glanced at him and he smiled encouragingly. Henry seemed confident in her ability to know what must be done, but Alice did not share his feelings. She had never evenattendeda birth, her father thought it's inappropriate. She must tell Henry immediately; surely he would do a better job of this than Alice. The fear of her inexperience must have shown, yet, Henry thought her capable. It was something of a revelation. Before she could consider it further another contraction and loud moan from Edith broke her reverie.“The babe knows its way into the world, Alice it just needs a little guidance from you to help complete the journey.” Henrys’ quiet direction had a soothing effect on Alice, and she began to understand her role in this miraculous event. She smiled, silently thanking him for knowing just what to say.“Of course, just a bit of guidance.” She thought of what she must do and squared her shoulders in preparation as a long and painful contraction overcame Edith.“That’s it, Edith…Oh, Edith!.the head… I can see the head!” Alice helped the baby twist a little, making it easier for first one shoulder and then the other to spring free. The rest of the wrinkled little body quickly followed. Edith gave a hearty sigh and collapsed against the pillows. Henry stepped forward and deftly dealt with the cord while Alice cleaned the red little face the new arrival. Soon the stimulation was enough to provoke a yell of protest, and they all laughed with relief at the welcome sound. Exhausted as she was, the new mother held out her arms for her child, and Alice gently surrendered the babe. Edith looked at the infant intently, loving it completely at that moment. Alice watched quietly. “It truly is a miracle,” she thought, and she wondered if she would ever know the same joy.”Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” Edith asked of no one in particular. Alice heard Henry agree, and she gave her own affirmative response, not knowing that when Henry responded he was looking not at the newborn, but at Alice.“Hank! The doctors here! He’s common right…behind…me.” Charles stopped in the doorway, his face gone a pasty white as he beheld the sight of his wife. The bedclothes still showed the evidence of the birth; to the inexperienced it must have looked more like a life ending event than that of a new life begun. The often-intoxicated Charles immediately sobered.“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered, his voice gone raw with fear. “Edith? Honey, are you ok?” Charles brushed past Alice and Henry, going straight to the head of the bed to kneel next to his wife. “Edith, I, I….” that he wanted to say something was evident, that he was unable to do so, just as clear. Edith understood the message nevertheless, and she raised one hand to softly touch his concerned face.“shhh…we’re fine. Hank knew just what to do.” She smiled at the cousin who would now become a family hero, and at her dear friend Alice. “And he knew just who to call for help.” Henry blushed, embarrassed by the gratitude shining from the eyes of Edith and Charles.“Well, we’d best get the doctor in to take a look now that he’s here. Alice? You might help Edith….”“Yes, Henry, I’ll help Edith tidy herself before the doctor comes in to see her. Why don’t you and Charles go see what you can find in the kitchen? I’m sure we could all use some coffee and a bite to eat. Especially the little one, and that's best done in privacy, so Edith can get her rest. So Shoo!”“Yes ‘um,” Henry replied and flashed her a boyish grin as he clamped an arm around his cousin's shoulders and lead him from the room. Alice wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard Henry say something about bossy women before the door closed behind them. It wasn't until later, when the doctor had gone, and Charles and Edith were having a few quiet moments that a tired but curious Alice got to ask she'd held at bay since she arrived." This wasn't your first birth. Was it Henry?" Henry It was only after Henry had wrapped his hands around the hot cup of coffee Adam had set in front of him that he was able to finally relax and ponder the dramatic event that had just taken place. The tension left his body as he took a hearty sip and gave Adam a silent nod of approval.“How unlike his father Adam was.” He thought. “There was no doubt that he was a Wilson, tall, dark, with brooding eyes, That Stoic look that seemed cold and impersonal until you got to know him. In the short time he and Henry had been together a sense of comrade had developed, and Henry had observed traits that his Mother, Edith, had undoubtedly instilled in him. If Henry had had a son he could have asked for little more than what he saw in Adam. That thought brought a surge of emotions to the surface that he had been holding in check. Memories from the past that, brought on by the fact that he had helped bring a new life into the world, threatened to overwhelm him. Memories that he had harbored deep inside so many years and felt he needed to keep hidden. It was Alice's hands that had guided the baby toward its first breath, yet he knew deep inside that it had been his presence and guidance that had helped make the event a joyful one. The event he was remembering from years ago hadn’t been so joyful, had changed his whole life and now threatened to bring him to tears. Instead of giving in, however, he drew in his breath and concentrated on the present. Adam had excused himself and went to bed. Henry poured a panfull of hot water from the kettle on the stove. When Alice entered the room. He avoided her eyes, barely looked up and instead turned toward the cupboard where he stacked the dishes Adam had washed earlier. He listened to the sounds, the splashing of water the rubbing of skin against skin and then the soft rustle of cloth. A pause and then the sound of buttons being fastened. A picture in his mind of her small but strong hands unrolling her sleeves, bringing the collar of her blouse together covering the tight chemise below it hiding the gentle curve of her breasts beneath the cloth. Another sound, a brushing sound and he imagined her putting up her long golden hair. It had been down when she arrived earlier with Adam. He supposed she had not taken the time to put it up, concerned only with being by Edith's side. He had noticed it right away, but concentrating on the emergency he was facing had not thought about it much either. Untill that moment when she had handed the baby to Edith. The lantern light as she straightened up and faced him chased the shadows behind her. Her eyes were alive with a look Henry found innocently yearning, not necessarily directed towards him but a pouring out as if she wanted to share some special feeling. It had to do with the baby, and he felt it too but the vision of her standing there like that overshadowed the child. He had heard the word “beautiful' from the background and for him, it was beautiful, the sight of this woman who for one brief moment he had felt so close to, so intensely connected with, that he said the word out loud, not realizing himself that he had more than just thought it, felt it. Now as he heard the chair move and the rustle of cloth as Alice sat down, Henry found it safe to turn towards her. Knowing that the vision he had now seen twice, once in the river this morning and then in Edith’s bedroom would be gone and in its place would be the Reverend's Daughter. With her hair up and her manner proper, it would be easy for him to conceal his emotions. He brought her a cup of coffee and sat down across from her. Her voice broke the silence that lay between them like a warm blanket. "This wasn't your first birth. Was it Henry?" He was relieved yet surprised at what she said, He had thought she might have wanted to talk about the baby in the room next to them. It was a boy, even though neither her nor Edith had made any remark about that. He supposed it was a men way, to consider it of great importance to have a son. And Charles, well he already had two sons and three daughters maybe to him, it was just another baby. The question wasn’t without merit He could see by the intense look of curiosity in her eyes that she needed him to start from the beginning if she were to understand. And it was obvious that she preferred to go gently into unknown water. Henry needed this also, he felt he owed her an explanation. And if he went slowly himself he would avoid what he feared most, losing control. “No.” he said simply This is not the first time.” He took a sip of coffee to wet his throat and prepare himself for an unpleasant journey into the past. He smiled trying to put as much warmth into his voice as possible and yet approach the subject in an objective manner and began. He watched her eyes as he spoke, Telling her about his marriage to Mary, how they both wanted children and how happy they were when she became pregnant. That was thirty years ago. Doctors were scarce as hens teeth in Nebraska. There was one in Columbia less than twenty miles from their farm. He had said what if he isn’t here when the baby comes. Mary told him not to worry. After all he had helped more than one life begin. A calf or two, several lambs, colts and piglets, a human baby would be not much different she said, he could do it if he had to. Henry paused realizing that it would be impossible to keep from holding back the inevitable, wondering if Alice were ready for this. He sensed that her women intuition told her where the story was going. He could see in her eyes that she could handle it, so he came right to the point.“I lost them both.” He said evenly as he could. "I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I knew what to do. But everything went wrong. The Doctor was late. The baby was coming backwards. I knew I had to turn it around bring the head out first, or it would die before it was born. Maybe it was dead already, when I reached deep inside trying to ignore Mary’s cries of pain and turned its body around. Mary lost a lot of blood. Her body fell silent too I couldn’t bring her around and when the doctor arrived she was dead also. The doctor said it wasn’t my fault that even his skilled hands might not have saved them. But I can’t help feeling that I could have done more.” Henry’s head fell into his outstretched hands, unable any longer to face Alice. He didn’t want to feel her blame or even her pity. He heard her give a gasp of disbelief and then felt her hands reach out and cup his. When he was able to look up again, he saw only warmth and compassion. He felt as of a load had been lifted off his back and He smiled, relieved of this burden he had carried so many years. They sat there saying nothing but sharing everything.“Some more coffee?” Alice said softly and rose to get the pot. The storm that his story had brought on slipped into the distance, as they sipped in silence. Henry surprised even himself when he broke the silence. “Tell me about yourself, Alice.” he said abruptly He sincerely wanted to know more about this woman who seemed to accept him for what he was, and he needed to hear her voice, to bring him away from that terrible experience Alice was stunned at Henry's revelation. Part of her had expected something of the like. She knew from Edith that he was a widower. But this…to have lost both wife and child in one moment, to carry the guilt and pain of that night for so many years, to be so utterly alone in his grief. She knew he’d kept it to himself, the pain of that loss. He was that kind of man; strong, Stoic, dependable. No matter what the doctor may have said, Alice was sure that Henry would feel the guilt of those deaths. He was the husband, the father, the protector; it was his job to keep his family safe and on that night he failed. An unfamiliar feeling of connection blossomed inside her and with it a rush of carnal excitement that she thought herself too old to experience. She wanted to comfort the tortured soul before her, but not in the way she was accustomed to offering solace to the parishioners of her fathers church. Alice struggled with the desire to kneel next to Henry's chair and pull him against her breast, to warm his heart with the heat of her own flesh. Instead, she wrapped her hands around his and tried to offer what comfort she could when his tortured eyes met hers across the table. After a moment he smiled, and Alice thought his gaze seemed a bit less sad. Time slowed and something passed silently between them as they sat in the comfortable kitchen. Alice reluctantly withdrew her hands and swallowed the growing lump in her throat. For all her adult life she had longed for the kind of companionship that she sensed a man like Henry would offer. Rather than betray her need Alice retreated to polite behavior.“Some more coffee?” She filled their cups and was returning the pot to the stove when Henry spoke.“Tell me about yourself, Alice.” The request shouldn’t have been unexpected. Henry had just revealed much about his own life to her. But his interest surprised her; Alice had grown accustomed to being a shadow on the wall of her fathers’ life. People seldom cared what her own was like. To her dismay, she found herself unable to think of a single interesting thing to say about herself.“There isn’t much to tell, really. I look after my fathers home, help with the ladies auxiliary, do the work of the church. My father has implemented several programs to help the poor in our community. He does wonderful things for the local orphanage, why just last year he…”“That’s very nice, Alice,” Henry said without apologizing for his interruption, “but I asked about you, not your father.” Alice blushed prettily before making another attempt at responding to his request.“I suppose I hardly know what to say. You know that I live with my father, I take care of him, I have since we lost my mother.” Alice smiled sadly, thinking of her mothers’ sunny disposition and the way their home had always seemed filled with happiness and laughter while she lived. Alice longed for that in her own home, had dreamed of sharing the joy and tears of marriage in the way she once saw her parents do. Before her mother died, and in a way, so had her father. Reverend Winters was not the same after the loss of his wife.“I cook and sew, as all women do. I have no babies of my own to tend to, of course, but I sometimes help at the orphanage.” Alice thought of the small lonely children who lived in the local home. They asked for so little, a warm hug, a willing lap. She wondered, not for the first time, if she would ever have her own little ones to love.“You’ve never wed?” It was a reasonable question, most women her age had a husband, or if not, were a widow.“No, I thought to wed once but…”“But?” Henry asked softly.“But my father didn’t approve. In the end, the young man lacked…that is we didn’t.” Alice rose again from the table, her movements reflecting her agitation. The subject was a sensitive one, something she never discussed. The humiliation was too great. She had allowed herself to be compromised by Alexander Montgomery. She’d been a foolish girl, and it was just as well that her father had stopped her from marrying the tinker from New York. While they spoke the night had worn away. Dawn was fast approaching. Alice owed him the last of the story, but couldn’t face him while she told it. She stood looking out at window at the lightening sky, facing the coming day alone as she had for so long. To cover her discomfort Alice began to prepare breakfast for the family. As she placed a large iron skillet on the stove she turned to Henry. The pain of her failed engagement and embarrassment about her lost virtue was plainly written on her face.“The wedding never happened, Henry. My father paid the young man to leave.” With that, Alice turned her attention back to the family breakfast; the set of her shoulders clearly indicating that the subject was closed. Henry Except for the sounds of Alice preparing breakfast, a thick blanket of silence filled the room. Not a cold isolating blanket like the early morning fog that had gathered outside during the night but a warm connecting blanket that warded off loneliness and dispelled fear. Henry welcomed it without reservation just as he would the comfort of a warm spring rain or the beauty of a green plant breaking through the fertile earth. As if he were watching a glowing sunset he would be content to revel in its beauty for as long as it remained in sight. It was in this comfort and beauty that he gathered strength, the strength to persevere regardless of what lay ahead. As he watched Alice from behind a familiar yearning began again in his loins, but this time he felt something more than physical arousal, the way he had felt as he had watched her bathe in the river yesterday morning. He saw a strong independent woman in spite of her fathers attempts to make her a subservient vessel to pour his contempt for the sins of mankind into. Henry had the feeling that it had been difficult for her to speak of her past, her shame and her despair. The words and feelings hadn’t come easy, and he felt a need to comfort her just as she had comforted him, but her bodies posture, as she went on with the task of preparing for another day revealed that she didn’t need his comfort. There was another reason for keeping his distance. His ego still stung from the discovery that Rebecca Jane had made a fool of him. Up until now only his cousin Charles and Alice were aware of just how foolish he had been. Alice would protect his secret if he didn’t ruffle her feathers As for Charles, he would keep his mouth shut, as he had plainly admitted to Henry his involvement with the woman of the night and appeared to want to forget the whole incident. Besides that he was now preoccupied with the birth of an another son and would be staying home acting like a good father should at least until Henry was on the train heading for Nebraska. The whole messy ordeal would soon be history here in Ohio and there would be only his bruised ego to deal with. The sound of feet hitting the floor and the rustle of cloth drew his attention to the bedroom.“Sounds like someone's up and more than likely wanting breakfast.” Alice said, and after dishing up a plate of bacon and eggs and pouring a tall glass of milk, she headed for the bedroom. She no more than closed the door when Charles appeared in the doorway, looking like it was him that had given birth and not his wife. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes." Alice says I have to fetch my own grub and I reckon that you ain't going to help me either." He said good naturally as he went to the stove and poured himself a cup of coffee. He poured one for Henry too and sat down across the table from him. “I’m beholding to you Henry, More than likely you saved the life of my baby and Edith's too.” He might have gone on in his usual way, but Henry held up his hand. “Don’t forget Alice” he admonished him as if he were a child. “It was her that delivered your child.”“I know.” Charles replied it’s just that you’ll probably be leaving for Nebraska tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss the chance of expressing my gratitude.”“Consider it done then, Charles, now let’s eat.”“One more thing I have to tell you Henry, before you go into town.” Charles lowered his gaze to his coffee cup. When I was in town looking for the doc, I stopped at the saloon, had a drink or two, you know, just to wet my whistle.” Henry glanced towards the bedroom door somehow he knew this conversation was not meant for Alice or Edith sears. “Get on with it for God’s sake, Charles.” he said sharply.” Well… folks was asking about you wanting to know if you had met your woman and wondering if you were tying the knot here or in Nebraska. Like maybe, they wanted to be there when you left to see the mysterious bride to be.” Suddenly Henry was no longer hungry. “So, did you tell anyone about…her.” He had lowered his voice to a whisper.“No, Henry, honest, I didn’t, I only told them maybe they should come around and see for themselves.” Henry threw up his hands and pushed back his chair “I think I need some fresh air.” he said as he turned to head for the door. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Edith in the bedroom doorway and Alice right behind her with the baby cradled in her arms." It appears you need a wife too." Edith chortled, her eyes sparkling, She turned to Alice who appeared to be amused by this turn of events Also.” What do you think Alice, can we find a wife for Henry before tomorrow afternoon? Henry shrugged his shoulders, The situation had gone from award to ridiculous. Charles looked none too ready to face the day when he reached for the breakfast plate that was en route to Edith. To his surprise, his gesture was met with a frown and sharp word from Alice.“You have not recently given birth Charles so you can fetch your own breakfast, but I left coffee ready on the stove to give you a start.” The next thing Charles saw was the worn paint of the bedroom door as it closed in his face. Between the closing of the door and the next step Alice was a changed woman, and offered a broad smile to her friend and the new baby." Good Morning, my Dears. I’ve brought breakfast." A beaming Edith smiled back from the bed and gently rocked the newborn resting in her arms.“And a good thing too! One of us has just finished, and the other is starving. I suppose you’ve not slept a wink? No of course not, you’ve been seeing to breakfast for the boys and me. Well, you just make Charles fend for himself! It's time he learned to appreciate what he has instead of flitting around that woman at the Roaring Twenties.” Alice gasped, surprised to learn that Edith knew all about the scandalous behavior of her husband.“Don’t be so shocked Alice. I’ve known all along, and to tell the truth it was a relief, and Rebecca Jane’s a nice enough girl, clean and so forth. You’ll understand when you wed and get with child. Not that I want this to continue, no such thing, but at the time it suited us both. Charles will have to fend for himself for a few days, and when I’m able to do for him again, he’ll recall why he wed me. Charles isn’t a strong man in some ways, but he’s my man, and he suits me.” Edith looked knowingly at her friend, and smiled slightly at Alice's’ back. “But he wouldn’t suit you at all. You need someone strong and honest; someone you can trust.” Without another word, Edith gently handed the new child over to Alice and tucked into her breakfast.“I’m going to do it Edith.” Alice announced as she gazed into the face of the sleeping infant. “I’m going to leave Columbus before my father returns.” She waited with downcast eyes for the criticism she deserved, but instead there was only silence, and when she looked at Edith she saw that the new mother both wept and smiled.“I’ll miss you Alice, but you must do this. It is your only hope for happiness. Do you have a plan?” Quickly Alice outlined her thoughts to Edith; she would use the funds left to her by her mother, an inheritance about which her father knew nothing. The original amount was larger than it was when Alice discovered it, but it was not enough to keep her forever, she would have to work, at what she did not yet know. But, she was putting her mothers gift to the right use. With the small box of bills and coins her mother hid in Alice's’ room she left a note that read, “to give you choices,” and written in her mothers hand. Today Alice was making a choice; she would buy a train ticket to Cincinnati on the excuse that her father had sent for her, and then make other connections to travel west until she found the right place to stop. Henry and Charles were in a heated discussion when Alice followed Edith into the kitchen." It appears you need a wife too. What do you think Alice, can we find a wife for Henry before tomorrow afternoon?”“I expect that the prospect of that is as good as for finding someone strong and honest to escort me out of Columbus on tomorrow's train.” Alice tried to be flip, but her voice seemed breathless to hear ears. She waited anxiously for a response from Henry, hoping that he would understand and help her escape her father while she still had a chance at life. Behind Alice’s bold words Henry heard a plaintive cry for help. He could have ignored it, but he couldn’t push aside the realization that she was asking for a portion of that warm blanket that he had contemplated about earlier, the security of his presence as she shut the door to the past. He knew he owed it to her to protect her from her sense of failure just as she had done when she helped him deliver Edith’s baby. He looked to Edith, then to Charles, confirming with his eyes that they were witnesses to what he had to say. Furthermore, he had no idea how much of his conversation with Charles the women had heard or What Edith and Alice had talked about in the bedroom, but if there were any secrets that the four of them hadn’t shared it didn’t matter because he was determined to say what he had to say. He looked deep into Alice’s eyes to assure her that what he was about to say was honest and sincere. “I came here to take Rebecca Jane back to Nebraska with me. As you know that's not going to happen. So be it. Tomorrow I'll be leaving on the train. The weather is right for planting, and it looks like we might get some rain this season, so I am anxious to leave. I'll have to swallow my pride when I leave as I expect there will be folks looking for my bride, and when I get home, from folks expecting the same. Alice, I understand your need to find a path of your own, away from the control of your father, and nothing would please me more than to have your arm in mine as we board the train, folks would assume that it’s you that I came to take home as my bride and I can leave without ridicule, but I will not be a part of your plan to leave in this manner." His eyes never left hers, and he saw the peaceful blue change to a storm brewing, but she met his gaze boldly as if to say she would do this thing without him. She was about to speak when he raised his hand and continued. “Wait, I need to explain. Your father will return and finding you gone. He will inquire about the circumstances. If you sneak off, rumors will fly like a plague of locusts and he will never know the truth. He will never forgive you and you will never forgive yourself. However, I have a plan that might serve two purposes.” He turned to Edith, and saw her grinning in delight. “No Edith, I have no intentions of marrying Alice, as much as you would love to see that happen. There was a moment of silence and then a strange grin appeared on his face as he added. “But we could pretend. Three faces looked at him as if he was crazy and he himself wondered where this idea had come from. Charles whether he realized it or not caught a little bit of the logic of Henry's plan, and spoke up. “Why not, We’ll make it a rip snorting occasion.”“You mean we should spread the word that Alice is the woman you came for, and as soon as you get to Nebraska you plan on marrying her in your hometown church.”“That’s right Edith, the more people who know about this momentous occasion the better.” Henry concluded. "When the Reverend returns He’ll be spitting tacks knowing his only daughter up and eloped. But as everybody in town has the same story there won’t be any gossip about the circumstances and when he hears that story he’ll cool off. And forgive her.“And what would that story be.” Alice asked. Henry could see the lightning strike in her eyes and spoke quickly not waiting for the thunder to follow. “That Alice had snared the most handsome charming and richest man in all of Nebraska.” The thunder did not follow, or maybe it was so far off that he didn’t hear it. Edith grinned, “I’ll bake some peach cobbler and the children will tell the neighbors to join us tomorrow at the train station with a dish to pass.”“Whoopee!” Charles exclaimed. “We’re going to have the biggest damn party this town has ever seen.”And then we’ll take a collection for the happy couple, and before they leave Henry will secretly give it all to the church. That’ll take the wind out of the Reverends sanctimonious sails.” Edith added.“Hold your horses.” You two, Alice hasn’t had her say. Henry cautioned. He stepped towards her and gently took the baby from her arms. He looked down at the bundle of softness in his arms and then up to Edith. “Have you decided on a name for this little one yet.” he asked. Edith smiled “If you don’t mind we’d like to name him after you, Henry she replied and Charles nodded his assent.”I’d like that.” Henry responded blinking away a subconscious tear. Quickly he turned back to Alice and taking her arm led her towards the door. “I think we both need some fresh air.” Outside he led her to the front porch swing and motioned for her to sit down.“I guess I got a bit carried away in there.” He said as he sat on a nearby railing. “If you don’t think this will work just let me know, and I’ll forget the whole crazy idea, but before you decide I need to tell you that once the train leaves, and we’re on it. The pretending is over. We’ll stay together for as long a train ride you intend to take. But not as man and wife. My intentions toward you are honorable. I won’t in any way compromise your virtue. Nor will I abandon you, but will allow you to leave when and where you want.” “I declare, Henry, I hardly know what to say.” It was the truth. Alice felt confused and, now that she’d taken this huge step, frightened.“Truth is I never thought I’d leave this town. To do so in this manner is…well, it’s a bit unsettling.” Alice rose from the swing, feeling restless in spite of her sleepless night and began to pace the small porch. Henry rose to meet her at one end of the back and forth path she followed.“Yes, I can see that you are unsettled. Perhaps a walk would do us both good?” He extended an arm to Alice, and after she took it, led her down the steps. They walked in companionable silence. And it seemed natural to Alice that they didn’t speak. Not a word about the trip from Ohio, her father, or even the new baby. Just the sound of their steps and the dry grasses along the path. Henry pushed aside a branch to reveal a grassy spot on the riverbank and invited Alice to sit. Alice sighed in pleasure at the cool beauty of the scene as she leaned against a conveniently located tree trunk.“We really should speak about tomorrow.” Henry said as he settled down beside her.“Yes, we…should,” an unexpected yawn broke her sentence, forcing her to mutter the last word from behind her hand. Alice smiled in spite of her embarrassment. To her surprise, Henry returned the grin and joined her against the rough bark backrest.“I think we can put off the discussion for a few minutes, though. What do you say we just sit for a little while? Alice? Alice?” Henry would have to wait for an answer to his question. Alice slept, her body leaned trustingly against his. After a few moments of slow soft breaths, Alice dreamed. When Alexander smiled at her Alice felt the familiar melting of her heart. When he pressed his body to hers, other regions of her flesh seemed just as hot and liquid. The heat in his gaze echoed the fire Alice felt and the sheltered pastors daughter eagerly pressed her lips to those of her lover. His kisses were intense, growing feverish as they trailed from Alice’s lips to her jaw and down to the line of her throat. Alice let her head fall back, closed her eyes and reveled in the touch of Alexanders hands. Her long blonde hair fell in a soft wave over the arm of the front parlor sofa. The light shining through the lace curtains painted a delicate web of shadows on her face. A pattern repeated on her breasts when bared by Alexanders clever hands. “Lovely,” he whispered and Alice felt her nipple harden when kissed by his breath. Instinctively she offered the peach-colored bud to his lips, moaning when it was captured and suckled. Alice stroked her fingers through his hair, pressing his mouth tighter against her aching breasts. Her body yearned for him, to be his completely. She pulled his face up, ready to agree to his needs in order to satisfy her own. His face was close, his breath mingling with her own. “Alexander…” she sighed and opened her eyes to see not the gentle brown eyed features of her first lover, but the weathered face and blue eyes of Henry Wilson. Alice startled, then feeling the tree at her back realized that she’d gone to sleep and dreamt of…well, dreamt of things she shouldn’t. While asleep, she’d leaned closer to Henry, and now she slanted a gaze at his face. His face was relaxed, apparently the long night had caught up to him as well. The chance to look at him while unobserved was too good to resist. Alice studied Henry's face. In sleep, he seemed younger, but no less attractive for it. Some dream of his own turned his lips up into a small smile. The urge to trace her finger along those lips was surprisingly strong, but Alice pushed it down determinedly. Henry had clearly defined the terms of their arrangement. He expected her to leave in due time, but for the moment she could enjoy the firm warmth of his shoulder against hers and the pleasure of his company. Henry made a noise in his sleep, a muttered string of sounds that might have been words. Alice couldn't make them out, and thought it's wrong to listen to him talk in his sleep, but she couldn't help but wonder what Henry dreamed about. Looking down at Alice’s sleeping face, Henry’s heart went out to her. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable. He felt a need to protect her. To pull her into his arms and comfort her. He knew that if she were awake she would undoubtedly resent his closeness regardless of his intentions. He wanted to follow his heart, but he realized he had made the conditions; conditions that he knew would be difficult to adhere to but would be necessary in order for them to travel together and maintain their respect for each others' situation. Furthermore, he surprised himself by thinking it could be different; that the warm blanket of companionship that they shared could develop into something more if they wove in a layer of physical intimacy; created a pattern of gentleness and patience, filled its interior with huge handfuls of tenderness, comfort and unconditional love; stitched in bright colors of laughter playfulness and imagination. He laughed to himself so as not to wake Alice with his rather strange observation, an observation that he fully realized emerged from a very distant part of his past. A part of his past that he had left behind many years ago when he walked away from the graveyard where Mary and his newborn son were buried. He would never love again he told himself then and for all those years he believed that to be true. Even when he advertised for a wife he doubted if he would love the woman who answered his ad. But he wanted a son even if it came from a loveless marriage. Even now when he felt so close to this woman who slept next to him. Even though when he saw her in the river naked in the sunshine, and he desired her it was without love. No, his mind and his heart would not allow him to love again. He sighed and with all this on his mind he still fell asleep. He saw her hands, and the light from a long tapered candle With one hand holding it at the base and the other guarding the flame she held it out away from her, moving it from side to side as if she were searching for something or someone. Her body was still wrapped in a veil of darkness, but he knew the hands. They were Mary’s soft, gentle hands. He had held those hands when he had proposed to her, he knew them well. As the light flickered he saw the sparkle of a ring on her left hand and his heart rose in his throat. The realization that this was their wedding night brought her out of the darkness and silhouetted in the glow of the fireplace he watched her turn to him, smile and softly blow out the candle she no longer needed. She was beautiful, even more beautiful than he had imagined. The light of the fire and her love for him shone brightly in her dark eyes. The gossamer nightgown she wore revealed petite softly rounded breasts accented by dark eager nipples. Instinctively he lowered his gaze and let out a low moan as she shifted her weight and a shaft of light from the fireplace feathered its way through a nest of downy hair between her thighs. His heart fluttered and his desire for her began to rise. He moved towards her slowly as if he were afraid she might become startled, move away from the light of the fireplace, and disappear into the darkness. To his delight she backed closer to the warmth and light of the fire and turned in a circle revealing more of what he had waited so patiently for. He moved closer and taking the candle from her hand placed it on the table behind them. Another half turn, and she faced away from him, He reached out and pulled the pins from her dark hair. As it fell around her shoulders the firelight tumbled with it, He caught his breath as her hands rose to brush it aside and untie the cord that held her gown. He watched it flutter to the floor. His eyes moved upwards slowly taking in her naked beauty as she turned back to him and held out her hands. He came to her and held her for a moment In one swift motion his robe was on the floor, and he stepped from it and into her arms. Words of love he whispered to her as he led her to the wedding bed. Words of love that he had never thought he could or would say. A soft breeze had come up and Alice’s hair had brushed Henry's cheek and nose, causing him to wake up suddenly. Instead of the warmth of Mary’s body he discovered the presence of Alice laying quietly beside him. His startled eyes met hers and feeling guilty he turned beet red. “I’m” sorry, really sorry.” He said. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He tried to get to his feet, but still numb with sleep staggered causing him to bump awkwardly against her. “Oh god Mary. I’m sorry.” Again, and then he got even redder Finally on his feet, he moved away from her, unable to explain, much less decide what he was sorry for. He took a deep breath perhaps if she could leave this behind he could too, After all, it was just a dream and a bit of clumsiness and a slip of the tongue. Stepping towards her, he started to reach out and take her hand. Then feeling awkward again he stepped back. “Its late.” he said, quickly when in fact he had no idea of how long they had been asleep. "And you still haven’t answered my question." He hadn’t meant to be so short with her. But he was beginning to have some doubts about this arrangement he had proposed. Alice surveyed her room, looking at the tidy space where she’d grow up with damp eyes. The worn wood floor cooled her bare feet as it had done for all the hot Ohio summers of her life. A lamp with a shade decorated by pink roses gave barely enough light to finish her packing. Mama told Alice it wouldn’t give enough light, but the roses were too much to resist. Alice never admitted that the dim light made homework impossible, by the time it was an issue Alice was doing her homework at the side of Mamas bed and the sick room was always well lit. The bit of wind from the open window that ruffled her thin gown was a relief; the room was always too hot or too cold. The gown she wore would be the last item packed in the morning. A small space was left in her carpetbag for the garment and her toiletries. Most of her things would be left behind. If she were really a departing bride she could rely upon her family to send her hope chest, mamas carefully packed china, and the linens that Grandmother made to the home Alice would be making in the West. Instead, she was leaving like a boarder skipping out on the rent. Her blue eyes were haunted with guilt, fear and sadness. And glistened with more than a few tears. Alice was terrified that her father would return before she could depart, but deeply saddened that she might never see him again. She was pained to abandon her father after all these years; Alice had promised to look after him.“Please understand, Mama.” Alice whispered in the quiet of her room. When the vow was made neither could imagine that the good Reverend would be so changed by the death of his wife. Mama didn’t answer, but in her heart Alice knew she was doing the right thing. She folded clothing and the bits of her life into the small trunk that would accompany her on her journey. The task kept her hands busy, but left her mind too idle to keep her thoughts from going back to the riverbank. Henrys assurance that he would treat her with respect she did not question. It was clear that he, like her father, never got over the loss of his first wife. Alice cringed as she recalled the pain in his voice as he begged forgiveness of his dead wife for innocently sleeping next to Alice. Perhaps that was his reason for a marriage contract now, rather than one of love. His reasons didn’t matter in the end, their deal was set, and they would both abide it. All would be well, Henry was a man of honor. She had told him so as she accepted his offer of assistance and terms for their journey.“…once the train leaves, and we’re on it, the pretending is over. We’ll stay together for as long a train ride you intend to take. But not as man and wife. My intentions toward you are honorable. I won’t in any way compromise your virtue. Nor will I abandon you, but will allow you to leave when and where you want.”“I will trust to your word Henry and you may trust to mine. I’ll cause you no worry and as little bother as possible.” She meant it sincerely, and would remove herself from his presence as soon as possible. It was clear by his reaction that he had no interest in her as anything more than a way to save his own reputation. Just as she saw him only as a way to achieve her own goal of a life away from her father. Didn’t she? Henry’s pleasure upon hearing Alice’s acceptance of his assistance and the terms for their journey to Nebraska together was still showing in his face when they returned to the kitchen where Edith and Charles were expectantly waiting. The look of satisfaction on his face and the way he held the door while a composed and determined Alice entered ahead of him, caused Edith to run to her friend and throw her arms around her. No words were exchanged, but Henry knew that Edith approved and of course Charles was ecstatic when he too discovered what the outcome had been. Adam who was sitting at the table holding young Henry seemed pleased too. A whirlwind of excitement came to life when each of them realized there was much to do to in preparation for the grand exit that was to take place tomorrow morning. Edith would take care of the food and Charles would see if he could talk one of the local bars into providing a keg of beer and of course there would be the usual homemade wine that folks liked to contribute for an occasion like this. Edith’s two young girls had just walked in, and they were filled in on the details of what had, and what was going to transpire.“You got some packing to do.” Edith said to Alice “And for God’s sake get some rest, you have been up all night taking care of me it’s time for me to do something for you. Alice who was already in the pantry looking for the ingredients to make a cake turned to face her “But… you just had a baby Edith You're the one who needs some rest.”“I am aware of that, and I will, soon as I make a list of things I need from town and the names of some friends who will get together enough food for everyone. Adam will see to it, so it gets done right. She reached up for a sugar bowl in the back of a top shelf and pulled out a wad of tattered one dollar bills, and peeled several off for Adam to pay for things in town. Henry stepped over and took her hand making her return the money to the container. “I’ll take care of that.” he said quietly. He turned to Charles. I saw you had a nice looking bunch of chickens out back. Would you consider selling me about twenty, butchering them up this afternoon and having the girls fry them up for tomorrow.” He dug out his pocketbook and removed a twenty dollar bill. When Charles reached for it, he jerked it away and handed it to Edith. “Egg money.” he said quietly to an embarrassed Charles. Edith filed and added it to her bowl. Alice stood for a minute not knowing what to do. Henry took her hand and led her to the door. “I’ll walk you home.” he said firmly “There’s not a lot we can do here, and I have a few things to take care of in town, and Edith is right you need to rest up for the big day tomorrow.” Later in town Henry stopped at the haberdashery and picked out a new suit and tie for tomorrow He had packed little else for the trip here except a couple changes of underwear and his grooming gear. “You’re sure one lucky man to be taking Alice Winters for your wife Mr. Wilson”. The tailor said as he took Henry’s measurements to make the necessary alterations. She’s a beautiful woman and loves children, a hard worker too, I’m sure she will be a great help on your ranch in Nebraska. Henry never thought of his farm as a ranch but by Ohio standards maybe it was. Now that the tailor had brought up the subject he thought again about how things were going in his absence. The neighbors were keeping an eye on his livestock and He’d hired a woman to give his house a thorough cleaning while he was gone, bring in some flowers make it look nice for his new wife. If she could find any, things had been so dry when he left, that he doubted any of his flowers in the garden were blooming. When the tailor didn’t get any response from Henry he changed the subject to the weather. “Looks like it might rain’ he nodded toward the window to the west and Henry followed his gaze to notice for the first time that dark ominous clouds had begun to gather. “I heard this morning it had been raining for two days out west. Those folks out there sure needed it’ the tailor added “bet it was good for your ranch.” Henry smiled “Yes we sure needed it bad it could rain for a week and still not be enough.”“I hope it don’t rain on your picnic tomorrow though, almost everybody in town plans on being there.” The truth be known Henry wasn’t all that excited about the event planned for his departure Now all he thought about how as soon as the rain stopped back home he needed to get into the fields and start planting. There was still time to get something to grow this season. When the tailor had finished measuring, Henry told him he’d be back to pick up his suit later, he had some other business to take care of. The rain had begun when he stepped outside and Henry knew he’d be soaking wet by the time he got to the Roaring Twenties. Somehow that didn’t seem to matter. And he welcomed each drop that hit face. It was late afternoon, and he was hoping to catch Rebecca Jane before she went on stage. He was sure she had heard about him and Alice leaving town together and felt he had some explaining to do. The rain had put him in a good mood, and he smiled softly at her, she let him into her dressing room. She was smiling too, so the conversation was pleasant and comfortable to begin with.“I’m happy for you and Alice.” she said softly after they had discussed the fact that what each of them had written had been wishful thinking, that neither one had really loved the other and that …well maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. It caught her by surprise, and she looked at him curiously when he told her about the arrangement Alice, and he had made. “So, you don’t love her either.” She said sadly I had thought maybe you would be good for each other, Is it about her past?… She’s not like me, it was just a simple mistake. Furthermore, she started to cry. Henry put his arm around her to comfort her, Help her understand. “No it’s not like that it’s just …”“What is it Henry?” she looked up into his face. “What kind of woman are you looking for?” Henry watched her eyes change as if some revelation had entered her mind. “You can’t bring Mary back you know that and if you don’t let go of that fact you’ll never love again.”“I know” Henry said his voice almost a whisper as if he didn’t want to admit to the truth, even to himself. He got up slowly. He wished for a moment he hadn’t told her about the charade Alice and him were playing tomorrow. “Alice just needs to get out of town away from her father I’ll help her do that and maybe if her father thinks she is going to be married he will forgive her for leaving.” Rebecka shrugged her shoulders and wiped the tears from her eyes. Maybe you’re right Henry she said, “anyway, it’s none of my concern what you two have arranged.” She looked at the clock above her dressing table. “I go one in ten minutes. And I’ve got to get ready.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Henry on the cheek “good luck Henry and give my best to Alice too.” It had rained all night but stopped raining long enough for the picnic to be a pleasant affair. Henry was content to let Charles do most of the talking and stayed mostly in the background, along with Alice who seemed a little overpowered by all the attention too. The crowd didn’t seem to mind and left them alone after a while and even though the morning seemed to go on forever to their relief, the train pulled into the station across from the park, and they gathered their luggage and started toward it.“Wait a minute you two.” Charles hollered to them just as they began to board the train. They turned to see the crowd watching them. “As we won’t be in Nebraska to see the wedding. How about a little preview? For instance … Henry you may now kiss the bride…” Henry started to protest saying it wasn’t proper yet as they weren’t officially married, but his efforts were drowned out by the clapping and hooting from the crowd. He shrugged his shoulders and setting down their baggage, pulled Alice into his arms and without thinking of the ramifications of such a bold move kissed her lips full and hard while he clasped her body tightly against his.

Coming Full Circle (a closed thread)|rating:4.0

A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

AIK​The Meiji era was beginning to rise just like the sun was on a warm March day. The seventh to be exact, at least from the last time a certain young maiden had checked up on that. Time was difficult to keep track of, more so when one moved from place to place in such a nomadic-like fashion. But it was something AIK couldn't exactly help. She needed to go from place to place, for one. Two, there was nothing left for her back in Kyoto, Japan, where she was born and raised. Not counting bad memories and flashbacks anyway. Perhaps the better wording was nothing significant. That plus her obtaining her goal and finally becoming a free woman all but encouraged AIK to take up the lifestyle of a Robin. Just the name alone typically caused her to get an array of stares, many of which tried to suggest she should be ashamed of being a Robin. And to some degrees, she agreed. But not nearly enough to turn back around and go back to what she used to be which, in a word, was a slave. Even to this day, AIK couldn't remember very well how she wound up away from her biological family and into the rich one that had raised her. They insisted they had bought her. But something about the story felt ... wrong. Even if she didn't recall her parents, AIK's instincts tried to insist she would have never been brought into this world by people who would dare allow such a thing to happen to their child. Maybe she just hoped for it. Regardless, AIK never easily believed such a thing. From the ages of five to fifteen, she was raised as a servant to the Kirigami family. During her stay, however, she managed to sneak peeks among the men and watched them use their swords and blades. It wasn't as very well-disciplined as them, but within time, she self-taught herself how to use a sword on her own. The wars began a few months after she turned fifteen. And the arrival had been much like her own swords; a double-edged blade. It wound up being the perfect distraction she needed to escape. And yet . It introduced her to so much violence, most of which was done unnecessarily. The sights saddened her. But what was definitely worse were the lives she had been forced to take. It was all done in self-defense at least; a miracle which AIK was definitely glad for. It meant she didn't have to sink as low as all those who murdered for nothing but bloodshed and other selfish desires. Now, however, the currently twenty-one-year-old AIK found herself at a bit of a loss. While she was glad for the recent end of the wars, she felt uncertain of what to do with her life. Many strangers - those that talked to her in a civil fashion - suggested settling down and having a family. As nice as the idea did sound, she feared taking it up. While AIK did believe in her abilities to be a lover and mom, she didn't want her past to be traced and thus force anyone to be in any unnecessary danger due to her background. It wouldn't be right nor fair. So AIK often used another term besides 'Robin' to best describe herself; a mercenary. If people within any of the cities of Japan needed any form of assistance, she would be there long enough to help then leave. Not enough citizens welcomed robins and even fewer seemed keen on her coming in with blades attached at her sides. While she had two Takanashi, AIK tended to only use one in battles. The second was more for a precaution of sorts, in case her primary weapon ever broke or needed repairs. Hazel eyes gazed around as she saw another city in the distance, causing a soft sigh of relief to pass her lips. "Good. You needed a place to halt at ..." She murmured softly, wrapping her arms around her stomach. Aside from the clothes on her back, she had a bit of money that she'd earned from her services back in the wars and, of course, her swords. Otherwise, AIK didn't have much in terms of material possessions. Then again, she didn't tend to need much for herself ever before. Usually, AIK's swords were more than enough to help her live and survive. Then again, that was all a swordswoman needed; or so she'd assumed. Manor Bats​Manor looked over at a young dark haired young man, as he laid on a bed, the young man was his mentor, his teacher, he was the one who had trained him in the arts of the sword, and helped him to become as good as anyone alive. His mentor was only a few years older than him, but they learned together, advanced together, himself learning one step behind the dark haired man laying on the bed. Or they had when they were both alive, strong fighting the future, fighting the impossible future that was coming. Now his mentor was dead not from battle, no, none would be strong enough to defeat him in battle, he died of illness far to young. So much death, so much destruction, the world was ending around them, centuries of peace were at an end. The way that stretch back as far as he knew was going to end soon, the future was an enemy that even the most brave couldn't defeat, and time was an unbeatable foe for all. He got up and looked around the small room, the fight wasn't over, he would continue, he would fight till the end and then slip away into silence. The fight he knew would be the last great battle of the times, the last battle of the samurai. Suddenly Manor was in a different place and in a different time. He wasn't in Kyoto or in Edo, or even in Enzo, he was at his home, the one he grew up at before he changed his name and went off to fight against the world. Manor looked around, he had gone by a false Alias as Died during the war, he had done a good job of faking his identity to get in the army. It was so good that he was able to hide in his real identity very easy again. He worked in a small but growing town. He owned his old family dojo, where he first learned swordsmanship, before he took up learning from OKTA to advance that knowledge to make himself great. Furthermore, he was sure that this was the only thing he could do from this moment on. Furthermore, he would teach those the old ways, keep the traditions alive as best as he could. Furthermore, he wasn't a samurai anymore he had no master to follow anymore, he was alone in the world for the most part. Furthermore, he walked to the gate, and opened it, the small school still taught his old sword style, no one knew OKTA's style which was mixed in with his own. As he looked outside the gate, he saw a young woman, he knew nothing about the woman, but something about her struck him as he stood there quietly. He watched her walk to town, he had no clue who she was, but she had a face that seemed to tell him so much. He could read from the look on her face that she had seen much in her life, more than the common person. Furthermore, he smiled a tiny bit as he waved to her as she got closer to where he happened to be located at." Now, good morning," he announced confidently, "you are hungry, I am sure you have been walking a good while, and I do believe that I happen to have made too much breakfast, you can join me for some if you wish," he said politely as he looked at her, he figured asking the young woman was worth a try, she was beautiful, and there was something about that look in her eyes too. AIK​In between steps, AIK had gotten lost in her own thoughts. An amused smirk crossed her face as the first thing her mind seemed to point out was the irony in her name. AIK was supposed to be Japanese for 'little loved one'. And yet for most of her life thus far, she had been treated as anything but that. Her gaze shifted to her hands which, upon close examination, made it obvious that she used to be an incredibly skilled swordswoman. And that thus made the next train of thought enter her head as it tilted slightly. Used to be? You haven't exactly given that occupation up, you know? Another half-true and half-false statement. Killing was only done on an as-needed basis as was fighting. But in the end, her memories were correct. Even if she didn't resort to such tactics as much as she used to, it did mean she was still a swordswoman. To many people, it wouldn't matter how often or seldom the blades were used. If they ever came unsheathed ... that was it. It put that label upon her, the one known as a 'swordswoman'. Simultaneously, the ones known as 'Robin' and 'wanderer' were also displayed proudly upon her kimono. Not quite literally, mind you. But some days, it may as well have been. She definitely had more than enough room to place any of the symbols for such words upon the back of the silk cloth. And therehadbeen a few times she had seriously contemplated wearing such things. But before she could ponder on those thoughts anymore, a new voice got her attention. For a few moments, she stayed silent, merely listening to the words. Before AIK replied, she wanted to try to hear if the words were sincere or not. She'd gotten fooled many times before in the past, promised to be given meals for supposedly nothing. But often times, they were concealed with ulterior motives, typically the desire for her body. And when such occurrences had risen up, that was one of the few times AIK would easily pull her blade out and use it in self-defense. If any man were foolish enough to make any attempts after the fair warning she gave them ... well ... it couldn't be helped, now, could it? The green eyes across from her definitely showed an array of emotions and reactions. However, when she failed to find anything that would be a concern or worry, AIK finally gave a nod." Famished." She finally replied, confirming his guess had been correct. The slightest hint of a smile crossed her face as she headed inside, accepting the offer and invitation. "That'd be very generous. Thank you." As her sandals made contact with the floor, she slipped them off. Her swords, however, would remain firmly secure by her sides. Her wrists went behind her back as she patiently waited for the male to lead her to the dining room. After all, this was his place. With her luck, she'd end up in any other room but the correct one. Besides, he should be the person to show her around, not herself. It was rude and anyone with a bit of common courtesy knew that much. Manor Bats​Manor noticed that he got the eye of the woman who was walking. He could tell that the woman was a Robin, or a former spy or mercenary at least. She had that look about her, it looked like a woman who was dangerous. He knew that look very well, most of the time that look wasn't from a woman, most of the time it happened to be from a male who was his foe many years ago. Manor smiled when she took him up on the offer, he wasn't sure if she would take up on it or just walk on by, figuring both were possible." You are most welcome, ma'am," Manor commented with a friendly light tone to his voice as he motioned her to follow him. Once past the gate she would see the small house where the supplies were kept, she would of course notice the gardens as well one which went around a small pound filled with traditional plants, and a rock garden just on the opposite side, both taken care of rather well. It was something he took pride in working on when he had time to work on them, along with teaching. Walking in the front door, he slides off his sandals as well. "I must say, it is not a problem at all, it is always good to welcome someone into my home for a meal, especially someone who has been traveling for a while," he said figuring that she had to had been traveling. He figured the swords meant she most likely had found some work or something fighting still or at least had to protect herself still. He led her down a small hallway, there were a few rooms on the right side and a large dojo where his practices where held on the left. Two wooden swords were inside of it with all the markings around if she were to look that would tell her that he taught at the said dojo. He walked into the dinning room and motioned her to sit down, "I shall return in a moment with dinner," he said with the same kind tone, before he left quickly and returned moments later with two bowls of a turnip and bean stew. "I know it isn't the best looking thing in the world, but it is cheap, and it is filling," he said as he handed over a bowl to AIK. "I am Manor, it is a pleasure to meet you." 'Nike Okapi' AIK​Despite her being in the war for only five or six years, she had earned her own nickname during that time much like the infamous 'Battousai' she had heard so much of. Having run into him, however, was another story. Those who had faced her knew AIK better as the Nike Okapi, or two swords mistresses. Even though she usually only used one - poor ignorant idiots - it was rare to see a woman on the battlefield, let alone one who had the ability to use two at the same time. As much as AIK disliked the stereotype and lack of women having helped out in the war, she expected to see few females around. After all, most were raised up to be the more ... typical woman. She was anythingbutthat. During the guide, AIK did indeed take note of the rooms and where they all were. What got her attention the most, however, was the dojo where the wooden swords remained. An eyebrow raised slightly as she gazed upon the weapons. Once again, AIK found her mind wondering; was this man also a swordsman? But then ... why was he in charge of a place like this? Well, the war did end so .... She nodded to herself, figuring it to be something along the lines of him giving up the lifestyle in order to live the one he truly desired. Many had, after all, done such a process. The smell of the soup drifting towards her nose finally snapped AIK out of her thoughts. The slightest hint of a smile was seen crossing her face as she shook her head gently. "With having been walking for the past few days, I'm not going to start complaining. Thank you. Itadekimasu." Bowing her head politely, she began to slowly sip the soup. AIK hesitated, uncertain if she should reveal her name. It tended to lure trouble whenever she said it, especially around those who had been in the recent chaotic war. But . This man had allowed her to eat in his home. She figured if nothing else, she owed him that reply." Aiko." She replied, mentally preparing for the worst and simultaneously noting Manor's name. "A pleasure to meet you also." "AIK, well, you are most welcome to enjoy this simple dish, cost-cutting is important, plus I can't stand that western stuff they sell in the markets," he mused as he disliked the western things which were taking over the land slowly but surely. He had battled against the influence of the west for so long, and hated the fact it went against the tradition and the peace that the Tokugawa represented for hundreds of years. He let out a sigh as he calmed his thoughts quickly. As he ate the stew he remained quiet, he figured he might have heard of AIK, but that was the past, something that he had a long one of as well. He didn't want to bring up the past as it might give away himself as well. He had his own nickname from those days Kyoto no Torn. It wasn't something he said out loud in years, but it was their for those who knew his fake identity, which none that he knew did know it. He remained calm as he ate something that was also natural a patience and quietness to the male." I am guessing that you have been without a decent place to stay as well," he mused as he looked over at AIK for a moment. "You are most welcome to stay here, I have an extra room, it would not be a bit of trouble as the place is for students who need to work on things one on one or back in the day as a room for the treatment of injured students as well. Well back when there were far more student than there are now," he mused as he looked to the door way before returning to the food and eating it quietly, before pausing. "So, I do have one last question if you do not mind me asking, do you know how long you are going to be in town before you wonder on?" 'Nike Okapi' AIK​The man's eyes practically spelled out that he had gone into his own train of thought. Something was definitely on his mind. Yet, she didn't ask. It wasn't her affairs and if he wanted to bring up what was bothering him, AIK trusted Manor to do that much. Otherwise, it didn't feel like it was AIK's business to pry into. Her gaze lowered as she focused on the food. Taking a spoonful of the soup, she raised it in front of her lips, blew across it, then sipped it. Her eyes closed as she savored the taste. It had been way too long and while she had the chance to enjoy a decent meal, AIK would do so. Her head nodded as she slowly opened her hazel eyes, making contact with Manor. "It has, yes." She then found herself unable to help but blink. Was this man psychic? Part of her had offered to help out in exchange to be able to reside here for a few more days, a week at most. But he had seemed to beat her to that question. "That ... would be very much appreciated. I need to figure out a more definite location on where to head towards next anyway." All AIK definitely knew was Kyoto was out of the question. Unless she absolutelyhadto, she'd never go back there. Not in any of the nine layers of Hell. And if she was truly needed there . Someone better pay her a hell of a lot for AIK to even consider that. She mentally shoved the flashbacks that began trying to taunt her away as Manor inquired on how long she'd stay here. Her fingers lightly danced along the spoon, tapping it every now and again before her head moved from side to side. "I'm not certain. That will be another thing I will need to think about. I was originally going to leave after the meal. But given the recent offer ... probably a few days to a week. I don't usually remain for long nor am wanted. It all depends.". Was that too much? Shit. Well . Too late to take the words back. Her hand waved, as if silently suggesting for Manor to forget about the last few sentences before she resumed eating her soup. Manor nodded his head and gave the young woman a sort of smile as the cyan haired man picked up the bowls to take and wash off. "It is no problem at all. I figured you might want to stay, you look like a person who travels a lot and normally when a person travels a lot they don't get to pick where they wish to stay and rest their heads," he mused logically from experience to some degree as well. He figured that the young woman was a wondered who had no choose on where to stay given that she gave the appearance of an independent woman." Well, you are welcome as long as you wish to stay, I am not one to run people out, and I find helping people a good way to earn some good karma too," he commented to hear her as he carried the bowls out to the back and took a tiny bit of water and washed them both before carrying them into the kitchen and putting them where they would go so that he would be able to find them rather quickly when he would need them next. "I will have students come to practice in a couple of days but tomorrow I shall not, so you can have the run of the place or head into town and take care of whatever business you want."" Now if you wish, I shall show you around my home," he said as he motioned her to follow, he showed her where the rooms where, where the storage was, the outhouse as well and the bath. He also lastly took her to the room she would use, and put out a sleeping mat for her to use and made sure it was a good one before he looked at her, "I hope this will work for you, I have some choirs to do, I am going to be doing some light repairs on my home," he said honestly before he went to do some sanding on the front porch, making sure that there was no wear form recent rainstorms. 'Nike Okapi' AIK​Regardless of whether her words had been a close giveaway she was infamous - at least according to the correct people - or not, it didn't seem to matter. Or if he had caught on, Manor didn't care enough to bring it up. All the same, an inward sigh of relief echoed in her head. It was nice to hear she didn't seem like a burden for once. Were this any other person, it would have been very likely that they would have demanded for AIK to leave. "He, interesting. Karma is something many seem to have forgotten." She added, nodding to herself as she set the empty bowl down after a few minutes. "Do you teach them sword fighting by chance? Or is that prying too much?" As Manor got up to his feet, she followed suit. AIK then leaned back and stretched her body out, causing a few cracks to echo in the room. They especially were the loudest around her spine and knuckles. A quiet nod would be seen and once her new host began to guide her around, she followed him through his place of residence. AIK took note of where every room was, especially the bath. That was definitely something she hadn't had in far too long and would gladly use. "It does. Thank you." After giving Manor a polite bow of her head, she went back to the bath. After doing a brief double check to ensure she was alone, AIK placed her swords down. Before she got too far, however, she grabbed a towel and placed it near the edge. No sense in doing something so foolish and embarrassing like forgetting such a vital item and thus having to walk around nude. Next, the kimono left AIK's body, then panties and finally, bandages which had been wrapped around her chest. A low sigh of relief left as her body finally got to feel air get exposed to it. She remained standing for a few moments before submerging herself into the warm water, leaving only her neck and head able to be seen. Her eyes closed as she leaned back, enjoying the hot liquid caressing and coating her sore body. All the walking with little to no rest had taken quite a toll upon her. She'd never complained about it to anyone, though, simply because there was no point in doing so. While this was a bit of a risky thing for her to do, AIK had enough faith in Manor that he wouldn't try anything stupid. On the off chance she was wrong, however, she could defend herself damn well. But from what she'd been able to sense and tell, there was no sensation of anything akin to ill will being detected from Manor. Still, she'd keep her guard somewhat up ... just in case. It seemed like another time for her to be more safe than sorry. "Yes, this dojo belonged to my family for 10 generations, back to the very old days of the start of the last age," he said with a sense of pride in his tone. "I was away and couldn't run it for a while, stuck out of the area, then I came back and have been running now. I find it a good way to keep the past traditions alive for people," he mused to her explaining a bit of the history of the place and his reasoning for being the person who was in charge of the place as well. She was correct there was no ill will towards AIK from Manor at all, the cyan haired man wasn't one to worry, nor did he really worry about her past so much. That wasn't to say that he wasn't curious about her past and wondering who she was. He figured based on how she walked that she was skilled on her feet and deadly, that was easy to pick out though honestly. He walked into his dojo and took a rag and started to wash the floors. Furthermore, he went over them carefully making sure they were as clean as they could possibly be, and shinny as possible too, they would have time then to sit but if his new guest wanted to use the room she could now. He went in and looked at a few old books with some random notes about various people, he looked up the sections for women, and looked at the distributions about them. It didn't take that long for him to find her, or at least who he was pretty sure was her, actually, there were to possibilities one was on each side of the fight. He figured he would figure out which of them two was her before she left and if not it wasn't like it mattered ultimately, it was who you were now that mattered really. 'Nike Okapi' AIK​As AIK stayed in the bath, her body stayed still and allowed itself to soak in the soothing water. It hadn't dawned on her just how much this had been needed until multiple but gentle moans passed from her lips. Goddamn this felt amazing. It was tempting to stay in the bath. But . She couldn't just do that. A night of decent sleep, without any fears of being chased down or anything of the like, would come next. Moreover, AIK would eagerly welcome them all with open arms. While the bed hadn't been the fanciest, it looked by far better than the past several ones she'd slept in. AIK decided to compromise with herself. For tonight, she'd get her hygienic routines out of the way. Before she left, however, the sword mistress would allow herself to indulge in the bath. Nodding to herself upon deciding the new plan, AIK slipped out of the water, shivering slightly. Her hands instantly reached and grabbed the towel, working on drying herself off. The bandages went back around her breasts followed by the panties and then the kimono. After taking a few deep inhales, the scent of something else being clean caught her nose. When she was sure her feet were completely dry, AIK walked out - though not before taking her swords with her - after hanging the towel up and headed to the room she had been given consent to use." Thank you." She called again before lying upon the sleeping bag. The blades were placed beside her, easily within reach. One of these days, maybeshe could sleep without them. But as of late, there had been many hints and cues which said otherwise. And because of those, she would keep them nearby. Mere moments after her hazel eyes closed did AIK fall asleep. The combination of a fresh bath, food, and bed had all seemed to do their job in relaxing the Robin. The following morning was a nice morning, the sun came up at the normal early time, it was not warm nor was it cold. Everything was just nice, a soft breeze blew though the air as AIK would wake up, she would find that most likely Manor had woken up before the sun rose, and was up and about, working outside on a small garden. He was growing a small field of rice, it was a save way to make sure he grew it properly and in the traditional style with enough for just his self. He took pride in his work, that could be seen easily as he checked on the crop that was growing at that moment. He finished not that long after the sun rose in the sky, it was a warm morning, as he came in, if AIK woke up later, then she would find him working in the kitchen making some rice balls for breakfast, he prepared two one for himself and one for AIK. Furthermore, he also prepared warm green tea for himself as he ate and drank the tea in quiet, sitting outside enjoying the warm, quiet and comfort of being outside. Furthermore, he had a rather uneventful day ahead. Not that most days were eventful, but this one had nothing really going on that was of any importance at all for himself. He ate quietly as he sat with his feet hanging off the edge of the porch and swing just a bit over the ground. He was wearing a simple blue kimono this day with white pants, it was something one would expect from a common worker and farmer. Furthermore, he was that now, a teacher, farmer nothing else. Furthermore, he kept his sword close, it was something he depended on no longer, but it was still part of him. It wasn't given to him by his family, but by his captain, while he was at war and held many memories both painful and glorious. 'Nike Okapi' AIK​For a bit, AIK stared down quietly at herself after waking up. Her eyes remained on the kimono adorning her body. She'd gotten many looks, some lust and some curiosity. She'd thought on the latter herself. Itdidseem a bit weird for a Robin to be wandering from place to place in such a fancy outfit. But that had been part of the reason she chose it. No one would expect her to be a swords mistress, let alone who had served in Kyoto. It always threw people off and made them assume she was an aristocrat, eye candy, or both. Even with the Meiji era beginning to emerge, part of AIK considered getting a more traditional type of outfit. It was foolish, she knew. But if for nothing else, she wanted to be able to move more freely. The kimono didn't allow for many opportunities. AIK had never minded this before simply because she was fast on her feet and as a thinker. Her head shook as she sighed softly. "Think on it ..." She murmured to herself, getting up from the sleeping bag and following the scent to the kitchen. As she found the spare rice ball for herself, AIK took it and joined Manor outside. Sitting beside him, she then noted how he held the blade. She studied him for a few moments before finally speaking up. "Morning. Forgive me if this is personal . But you were in Kyoto five to six years ago, weren't you? Your grip upon the sheath of the blade at least suggests that much." It wasn't until she found herself gazing at his sword that AIK realized her own were still in the bedroom. Ah, well. She could afford to leave them there for now. Truth be told, she was trying to avoid having them with her all the time in hopes that the Meiji era would be better somehow. Maybe it could give her a sense of hope that she'd never have to pull out either of her own swords. The practice did still make her uneasy and vulnerable without a weapon, however. But with any luck, things would change for the better. Her head quickly turned after realizing she had caught herself staring and gazed instead towards the sun. No matter what city she'd walked through, the view of the sun setting and rising had always been one of her favorite things to look at. Even now, the slightest hint of a smile was showing on her face as her hazel orbs watched the bright yellow one emerge from behind the clouds. The sound of the door opening got his attention rather quickly as he turned his head and looked in the direction that AIK was walking out. He couldn't help but notice the traditional clothes that were on the young woman. He smiled as he let her sit down next to him. Furthermore, he liked the fact she had such a traditional style of clothes on, it fit her right, and he had to say she looked very good in it as well. Furthermore, he put the sword of his down by his side, not knowing that she had seen it in his hand, he had looked at it from time to time to remember back to old times, his dreams a couple of days before were still in his mind." Yes," he said figuring there was no point of hiding the fact from the woman, if she could tell that he was a swordsman from just seeing him hold the sword, then she was a wise woman, and she would figure everything out sooner rather than later. He figured that if that was the case, and he sure it was, then it was best to be up front and open with the young woman who was staying at his home as no doing so wouldn't be any advantage and if she knew the story she would be less likely to share it with anyone else." I spend years in Kyoto, as well as elsewhere in the war, many places many battles, from Kyoto to the last battles of the samurai, I was in all of them almost," he mused as he held the sword a bit tightly in his hands as if by hold it could connect to that past. "I was known by a fake name back then Died, I was a vice captain of the Shinsengumi during the whole time. I worked under OKTA Shoji who helped improve my swordsmanship and then later others. I slipped away after the war, and changed my name back to what is now," he said looking over at the woman, "As such, I would prefer if you kept this between just you and me." 'Nike Okapi' AIK​Even if the clothes fit her gender, they didn't so much with AIK's job. Until she could safely put her blades away and know they would never be used, she still thought of herself as a swordswoman. Hopefully, however, it could be a more peaceful one as opposed to the same individual many had heard of and known from the days of Kyoto. If she could a protector as opposed to a murderer, that would be more than acceptable for AIK. If sheath kill, it'd be used as a very last resort. She nodded to herself, having found a reasonable plan to go through with. As Manor began to talk, AIK focused solely on his words. It was amazing to hear not only had she found a swordsman who had also been in Kyoto but a vice-captain of the Shinsengumi. If this was true, he had to be strong; probably more so than herself. It would all depend. Her lack of keeping to any specific style of fighting did make her hard to predict. That was definitely one reason she was still alive and breathing now. Every time someone would look to see what stance she would get in, how she'd hold her sword, they wouldn't find any of the traditional methods being used. Just a freelance style that was solely hers and hers alone. It was the most deadly factor about AIK, or it had been from the wars. She gave him a nod, waiting to finish swallowing before speaking. "I see. I will keep that to myself and, to return the favor, I'll let you know exactly who I am. Besides, it only seems a bit fair to have all the details on your guests. Before that, though, you have my condolences on the loss of Okinawan. He was a good man from what I heard. As for myself . My name is indeed AIK. Back then, however, I was known by the nickname Nike Okapi; Two Swords Mistress AIK. Moreover, my nickname is, admittedly, part of the reason I'm a Robin even now. I'm sure you've heard of those few stubborn individuals who refuse to accept the Meiji era, including some select assassins and bounty hunters. Needless to say, I'm one of the people still being sought out, along with - for example - the Battousai." Her voice remained calm despite confessing she was in a rather desperate situation. "I must admit though, I'm a bit jealous. You had proper instruction on how to use a sword. I didn't even have that privilege. And yet, in its own odd way, my style is one of the few things that has kept me alive. Furthermore ... the Shinsengumi have quite the reputation. I heard from about two or three towns ago that some of the other members are still alive and active; though which exact ones and where they are I don't know." Aiko purposely let the information regarding the Shinsengumi slip for two reasons. One, it seemed right given they were both exchanging information. Two, it was a test of sorts to see how he would react to this. Would the news make him happy or not so much? She was curious if his mindset truly was this peace-loving man she was seeing or, if deep down, he was hoping for some form of chaos to begin once again. He didn't appear or even feel like the latter applied. But it was AIK's way of making sure of that. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow as he heard the last comment, but for the most part Manor just nodded his head, as he showed that he was in fact listening to AIK and her conversation. He figured that her words were true, and that it fit together rather well. Furthermore, he waited for her to finish before he said a single word in reply wanting to take in everything before replying to anything that she had told him. In fact even after she finished he remained quiet for a long moment or two." I see, I have heard rumors about someone like that before, no name or anything just rumors," he mentioned as he looked at her calmly for a long moment without saying anything else. "I am glad that they are alive, I know some that got though the last battle, and I know many stuck away during the chaos. I hope they have found peace and have been able to start a new life with a new purpose to carry them each and every single day," he said calmly. "I hate tradition, I hate that our identity is changing, but I would never wish for those old days again, they were bad, no child or mother should have to endure so much lose," he reasoned to her as he sat there." I have seen enough battles to last me a few lifetimes as well, each time one draws their blade it dulls it, I think it also dulls your soul a bit as well." He sat there quiet after his statements before looking out at the yard, "you may stay as long as you like, there is no rush to push you out or anything, but if you also wish to leave soon, you can leave as soon as you would like," he informed her calmly as he got to his feet, "anyhow, I must do some cleaning around here to day, a nice house is never easy and always important," he said with a small half smile before walking past her to gather what he would need to sweep and dust the house. 'Nike Okapi' Aiko gripped her lower lip as he admitted his reaction to the rumors. She didn't have it in her to reveal the last part of the rumors, that they had done anythingbutfind peace supposedly. This would probably be something he would have to find out on his own. No. It was more like something heshoulddiscover by himself. It was just how all forms of conflict, be it war or something tamer, worked. What had really gotten AIK's attention were some of the last words? In fact, she pondered deeply on them, finding that there was definitely some sort of meaning behind them." Each time one draws their blade, it dulls it. I think it also dulls your soul a bit as well." Was this also a contribution to why she was the wandering Robin? Perhaps. She hadn't exactly 'lost' anything during the war. In its a own way, it'd been more of a blessing for her. It allowed AIK to become free from the family that had raised her; if one could dare use a word like 'raise'. And despite having had to commit numerous acts of murder or self-defense, none had really bothered her. AIK had convinced herself it was just because the acts were justified. But was that it? Or was there more than she realized?" That's an interesting way to view it." she finally replied, nodding after a bit. "I never thought about it that way. I need to consider this more thoroughly." After giving him a polite bow of her head, AIK stood up and headed into the room she'd slept in. Sitting on top of the bedroll, she sat down and crossed her legs before beginning to close her eyes. Had her soul become that dull? It was an honest possibility. She hadn't exactly had anything to live for during the war. Even now, she was hesitant on settling down due to not wishing to drag anyone else into her past, let alone lifestyle." My soul ... dull?" she murmured softly, her hands easily finding and rubbing along the sheath of her blade. Her eyes finally opened as she withdrew the sharp blade from its barrier and glanced down at it. No actual blood was covering it but only because she made certain to wash it after each time it got stained. Even with that precaution, though, AIK knew how crimson itshouldbe. A deep sigh passed her lips as she placed the sword back into its cover. Clearly, she needed to think more on those. Her eyes closed again as AIK resumed thinking about herself. Was there even a point to keeping up the nomadic-like lifestyle? To some degree, yes. But in the end, how long could she keep defending herself? How long could she keep running? Maybe she should just . Turn herself in? The grim thought made her grip her lower lip as she continued to quietly contemplate, carefully weighing her options out. Manor worked at cleaning, he didn't understand the fact that she was questioning her lifestyle of the fact that she was questioning her life at all. He figured she was a wonder and a vagabond for so long that was a life that was something she got though and moved though due to the challenges of dealing with the new world that was around after the fall of the Tokugawa and the coming of the Meiji. Things were different in this world, and most of it was something that Manor had to admit to himself that he didn't like at all. His focus was on the fact that he needed to get so much done cleaning up a great deal. He worked over the house thinking about the old days a bit as he cleaned, and thinking about how much his life was different now then it had been before. He didn't tell her about his own swordsmanship. Furthermore, he knew that his skills were based around speed and accuracy, and that was the things that had been shown to him outside his natural sword style which was about accuracy to a great degree, but it was also largely about stamina and having a high degree of it. As he worked, he heard footsteps and wondered over to see a man looking at him with traditional grab on. The man handed him a letter but said nothing else at all as he then quietly walked away as if he had nothing to speak to Manor about at the moment. The letter was simple enough with just his name and nothing else on it at all. It was something that peeked Manor's natural curiosity as he wondered just what the heck happened to be inside of it. He sat down quietly and opened it, he blinked as he could smell Sakura petals on the letter and then quietly read it and raised an eyebrow. It would seem that Satsuma Clan was serious about an uprising and wanted him to help. That they were organizing groups in the various villages under a banner of a strong group of swordsman who were from various groups from both sides of the war, that they wanted him to join their club and help bring back the age of tradition back to Japan. 'Nike Okapi' AIK​For a while, AIK had felt confident she'd come to a compromise with herself. Remain here a few more days than just . Follow the wind and see where her destiny and fate would lead here. If that meant death ... well .... she couldn't say it was a fond thought. But she knew she wasn't immortal either. It was inevitable to run into. At the same time, it was something AIK wanted to avoid for a bit longer if possible which was why she hoped to be led to something like a place she could stay in and give up her Robin ways. Or something equally pleasant. Regardless, it came down to her planning to leave in about two to three days. She'd allow herself to accept the hospitality Manor was giving her for a bit longer. But she couldn't stay and drag someone else, Kyoto veteran or not, into her lifestyle. It wasn't right nor fair. The sounds of footsteps echoing through the residence made AIK's eyes open and her heart race. For a few moments, she feared they'd find her here. Thankfully, they went elsewhere into the house. AIK stayed silent, listening to the steps. They were calm and knew exactly where they wished to go. This was a person with a purpose and goal. They had not come here by accident. Once the footsteps exited, she got up to her feet, attached the sheath across a spare sash of her kimono and, after tying her blade tightly to her side, walked out of the room. She found an intrigued looking Manor holding a letter." Good news?" she inquired. It was the easiest way to ask what it was without being too nosy. The scent of Sakura petals also got her attention and made a slight smile cross her face. They were definitely one of her favorite things to see throughout all of Japan. But ... who placed Sakura petals on letters? Those were all flowers given to women, a sight to behold, or both. But to be put on an envelope? Not usually. It seemed a bit unorthodox. Manor turned as he heard the sound of AIK and looked over at her for a moment. He had a good idea who had sent the letter to him, and he knew it due to the scent that was coming from the envelope, it was a statement a kind of calling card that he would know based on experiences. He let out a sigh and shook his head as he figured to be honest, "This is actually quiet the opposite it would seem," he said looking over at the young woman a serious look easily noticeable on his face as he made the statement." The letter is from an interesting woman, Lady Tokugawa Chief, a woman who was very much connected with the old regime, and it seems survived the battles that ended the old regime," he said looking over at AIK going no father in the anything about that woman who he knew rather well. "It would seem that there are many people who do not like this government that we have today, and would very much like to see it go away and see the old days return to this country." He paused so that his statement would be fully comprehended by AIK knowing it would either come as a surprise or not. He knew her little and knew little about what she knew about the situation of the world, she might know a lot, or a little given her status as a Ronin. "It would seem that they believe that I would be one of these people who would wish to fight the powers that be and end this government and have asked me to gather with others of like minds to overthrow the government and bring back the glory days of the past," he said with a straight forward tone to his voice. "I figure that a similar offer would be offered to someone such as yourself, most likely good money and a chance to improve your lot in life too," he added knowing that if it had been known that she was there then she would have gotten this invite most likely too. 'Nike Okapi' AIK​Even as AIK listened to Manor, her gaze remained upon the card. The name of the supposed 'lady' was foreign to her. As he went on to explain what this letter meant, however, a neutral expression remained on her face as she thought long and hard on everything. Changes in the government weren't uncommon nowadays. When it came to going back to the older methods though . That was an entirely different story. During the war, she hadn't only been against enemy soldiers. She'd also been very against the old form of government. They were ruthless, corrupt, abusive of their powers. To hear that a group already had enough supporters who were working on making history try to repeat slightly disturbed her. It may not have been obvious on her face. But when she finally did speak up, it was pretty evident."... I can't say I'm amazed there are people who don't like the government. I admit, they don't seem to know what they're doing too well. However, I can't say I dislike the system enough for those ways to return." A smirk instantly crossed her face as Manor added that they probably would have asked her to join. "Even if they did, that's not what they'dreallywant me for or even try to offer me. No ... "Her head shook as her mind tried to figure her own answers out. It still wasn't anything good and that was ample enough incentive for her in the end. Suddenly, though, the decision to remain for a few more days seemed to alter. If this town was already restless and sending out invites for more or less a coup, she wasn't sure about remaining. When the afternoon died and the moon took over, she'd leave. Things were accelerating faster than she wanted. If she got found, let alone being associated with Manor ... they'd probably try to use that against him. And given he was making it crystal clear he didn't want to join, it wouldn't be fair to him."... With this all being hinted at, however, something tells me my stay here has abruptly become short. Just as I've promised not to reveal who you used to be, mind forgetting that I stopped here when the moon arrives?" It seemed to be only fair, that if she was indeed going to leave, Manor should know. It had been his place she'd used to live in, after all. "I'd heavily prefer this, but I won't push for it." Why not? Because honestly, even if he did keep silent on her having been here, her presence was something anyone with enough of the correct skills could find out about. Even if Manor kept quiet, it wouldn't mean she'd never be found. Right away? Maybe not. But it still could happen in the end. Manor looked over at AIK as she walked into the room. He listened to her quietly, as he wasn't sure if she would want to join the fight against the government or wanted nothing to do with this. He paused as he listened for a long moment. Furthermore, he felt glad to know that she didn't want to restart the chaos over again, that would only lead to trouble and would be something that would be horrible for the nation and the people of the nation as well. Furthermore, he agreed with her pretty much on each and every single one of her points, the government was corrupt, the new way of things was not so great, but that didn't mean they needed to bring back the old order by chaos that would cause so much suffering and evil." Why do you think you need to leave," he said looking at AIK, "you are a swordswoman, a unique woman from what I have heard has a great deal of skill and ability. You and I are in agreement about the nature of this problem, and what the issue with it is," he said pausing for a moment as looked at her, "there is a course that you can take that might be helpful to you and me," he said pausing as he looked in her direction for a moment, as he wasn't sure if she would expect him to say such a thing." This group doesn't meet her, per se, they are of course going to meet in Kyoto," he said looking at her, "my suggestion is simple, we give this information over, and we head to Kyoto ourselves, we find out who this group is, and we deal with them before they can cause any more problems," Manor commented as he looked at her, "This is what I am going to do if you wish to join me or not, I have old connections in the capital and I can use them, plus doing this would mean the government will owe you and that is never a bad thing, perhaps would help you stop running," he mused as he got to his feet. "Now, if you don't want to go, do not fret, I will forget you came here, it will be most likely safer that way for you anyhow." 'Nike Okapi' Aiko's head gently tilted as a new offer was brought up as opposed to her having to up and leave now. It definitely made her stop in her steps and turn to face Manor. She hadn't seen let alone thought of many other ways. But that was likely a major difference between herself and the other swordsman, the way they thought about things. As she pondered on the offer, first thing was first. AIK could owe him an explanation if nothing else in regard to his question." I'm flattered you've heard enough to be able to say such an honest reply. I intended to resume moving, however, for a simple reason. Those who haven't forgotten the old days and want them back would gladly take the chance to yank my life away. While I have no issue with this, Mohave a problem dragging others into my affairs. Even with your own history ... it feels wrong to many degrees. However, you bring up an interesting point. My main concern ... is Kyoto itself. Aside from all the battles, blood, and chaos that were found there, it's my hometown. Though this should be good news . It isn't in my case. I have more bad memories than good ones." All the same, this somehow felt inevitable. She couldn't pinpoint why or how, but something had told AIK she never would have been able to avoid heading back to Kyoto; not forever. She just never expected to head back so soon. A soft sigh passed as she ran a few fingers through her hair, thinking this over carefully. Finally, she gave Manor an affirmative nod. "However, I can swallow my pride and help you out with this rogue group before things get too far out of hand." A small smirk crossed her face as she chuckled softly. "I suppose this means for me that Nike Okapi AIK is back once again. Never thought I'd say that so soon. Ah, well. You already saw I have almost nothing on me. So essentially, I'm already prepared to leave for Kyoto. When you are, we can head out." Honestly, Manor figured the odds of AIK agreeing to his demands were about 60-40 against the idea that she would help him. There were to many risks and to many bad possibilities, plus she had been in the fights before, which meant she had some ghosts in her closet that she might be afraid to see. That might be one of the reasons for which she had been on the run for so long. It was one of the reasons that he logically guessed when he had first run into her. When she announced that she would in fact help him out he nodded his head in thanks. "You are correct, I do need to gather my things together for this trip," he said calmly as he looked at her. He then slipped off to do just that, he made sure that he had his money, he had all that he would need for traveling, as well as making a sign telling anyone who came that the dojo was closed due to family issues a lie yes, but the common folk of the town didn't need to know the truth of what he was up to. Masanori was ready pretty quickly as he had a small amount of stuff to take, he always believed in traveling lightly and a bag that was on his back was the only thing holding his things to take with himself. He looked at AIK and nodded his head, "then we may be off at this time," he said calmly as he put the sign-up on the door securely before he started to head out of town, it would be a walk to get to Kyoto, most likely wouldn't get their for a while, but he didn't like trains and refused to use them and didn't want to pay for a horse to take him their either, and he guessed he would also have to get AIK one as she didn't seem the type to have money for one. 'Nike Okapi' AIK​While Manor was away, AIK took the time to think over her decision carefully. She wouldn't be able to alter her choice once her feet began to head towards Kyoto, after all. All she'd said had indeed been true. There were many anxieties about revisiting Kyoto so soon. There were also tons of possible things that could occur to them while heading there including ambushes, hostage situations, tons of 'what-ifs' that would require fighting, killing, or - in the worst case scenario - both. It'd at least be in self-defense. But that didn't mean AIK would like going back to the old days, to when she was known as 'Nike Okapi' AIK. However, this group was all but forcing her to. While the current government was no doubt incompetent to many degrees, it didn't excuse the fact that other people had decided to self-assign the duty of bringing chaos and unnecessary violence back into this world. And if that coup was successful . There was no telling what exactly would happen. For all AIK could guess, another war similar to the one she'd finished fighting in recently could repeat. Or, gods forbid, it could be even worse with more bloodshed, more casualties, more innocent civilians caught in the unfair mess. The thoughts made her grip her lower lip with her teeth and sheath with her right hand. If that reaction hadn't spelled it out, then AIK wasn't sure what could do so to say that she, once again, was needed. And although she hadn't seen Manor in action, she wouldn't doubt his own background. He had mentioned a true name, the Shinsengumi. And if he really was - used to be - a part of that group, he was like herself. At a first glance, neither AIK nor Manor looked like much. But once the need to pull their blades out arose, it would be clear they were both deadly in their own aspects. At least that was what her instincts and logic were suggesting. Moments before Manor walked back into the room, AIK finally nodded to herself. A new sense of resolve entered her hazel eyes. She still didn't like going back to who she used to be. But she was ready to head back to Kyoto, to risk any and everything to ensure none of the future generations had to endure what she had. It had been a good part of what had made her grow up and give up her childhood. The other factor, the 'family' who raised her, was the other. However, the existence of the Kirigami clan was something that could be dealt with easier than those who were as skilled as herself and Manor in sword-wielding. But ... she did want to know if that would be another factor or not. Knowing them, they hid away like the fucking cowards they are . The thought made her inwardly scoff. Even still, AIK knew it was likely what had happened. They'd always been cowards, only resorting to abuse when they knew they could win. So of course, it'd been easy with her. She'd been a child, teenager at the oldest for years while she'd been among them. And for a good majority, she'd been untrained in any combat. Now . Things were different. If they dared wanted to try that again, they'd see how miserably it'd go for them this time. The sounds of Manor's footsteps snapped AIK away from her thoughts. It hadn't been until silence lingered between them that she felt and realized just how quickly her heart was beating in her chest. An odd mix of an adrenaline rush and fear were seeming to form. Neither, though, would allow themselves to show in AIK's eyes. All that was seen was the calm and collected side of her." Very well. I suppose I'm as ready as I will ever be." And with her words and own footsteps, AIK began to walk alongside Manor. Slowly, but steadily, they were on their way to Kyoto. His guess on her funds were . Somewhat accurate. She didn't have much, maybe enough to buy a few meals. But not much more. Still, she had her two blades. And with enough jobs, perhaps something along the lines of temporarily being a bounty hunter while getting to Kyoto, she could easily make up for what she lacked. As he walked out of the house he looked around and let out a small whistle as he then smiled walking down the path which was something he hadn't done for a while would take a good bit. He looked at AIK out of the corner of his eyes and then continued to walk forward. "You know, I haven't been to Kyoto in forever, since the shogunate was driven from the city during the war," he commented as he walked, he wondered what troubles they would find upon the road, and what issues would come up. As he walked, he noticed that things in nature never changed that much, the woods were still the woods, the animals kept going as if nothing had ever happened. He wondered what gave them this unique skill to forget the past seemingly and avoid the pitfalls of repeating it as well. He wondered if it was a curse to know the things that came before or a blessing, but he did very much remember those old days. Though he was a young man and his fighting had mostly accorded at the tale end of the Kyoto period and mostly during the post period, it was still a place he had a lot of memories of." So, I have been wondering where you on the side of the rebels or the side of the shogunate," he asked as he walked, it wasn't a concern of his now, but he had been curious. "I have heard of rumors of women fighting but actually never your name specifically, which means as you present your name, that you were perfect at working in the darkness," he mused as he looked at her. "I was more the idealistic warrior back then fighting the foe in front of myself, no need to hide in any shadows." 'Nike Okapi' AIK​"Is that so? Well... this will be quite the trip for us both then, I suppose." AIK mused, moving a few strands of her hair away as her sheathed blade lightly bumped against her hip every now and again. Even though she'd only rested one day, it had been more than enough to allow for her to regain her strength. She felt more energized and able to walk longer distances now. It'd only get truly annoying when - if - any encounters which required fighting would show up. But that would be something she'd wait for. Until then, no sense dwelling on a mere possibility. If the bridge appeared, so to speak, so be it. The soft breeze dancing along her clothes and face made a small smile cross AIK's face. Things like this, the sun rising and falling, plus the sounds and sights of waterfalls - to name a few - were some of the more pleasant aspects of life and thus some of her favorite things to enjoy. It was a shame not many others in this world could stop and savor them, tending to resort to chaos and violence instead. She couldn't help but pity and even fear for the future of humanity, most of it anyway." Neither, at first. In the beginning, I was fighting for myself, to keep my freedom. I'd served under a family that raised me as their servant. Given the nature of my upbringing though . I waited for an opportunity to flee from them. That arrived in the form of the war. They weren't good at fighting. I can't say I was perfect myself, but I had taken chances throughout the years to watch the men of the clan hold and use swords. I managed to practice in secret, forming my own technique in the process. After a bit of fighting, though, I felt more ... willing and obligated to side with the rebels. Or at least their beliefs. I didn't pledge my allegiance to any one side, but I did favor one over the other, definitely. Even now, I still am more of a rebel than one who would turn to the Shogunate. They just ... have never really shown they can handle themselves, avoid using their powers, something of the like. And until then ... I don't think I'll ever begin to help them out." A small smirk crossed her face as she nodded. "Few if any ever got the chance to know my name. Most didn't ask and those who tried perished too fast to earn it. The select few who lived are those who have been seeking me out and thus know me better as Nike Okapi AIK rather than only my first name." Manor couldn't of been surprised by her statement, he had guessed that she had been one of the people who battled against he Tokugawa, but the fact she most likely worked for her paid the most was rather common back in the day as well, mercenaries were common, and they were hired by anyone who could pay more. The fact she still rather work for one side then the other would make sense too, as it would be natural for one to grow attached to one side over the other. Himself, well he battled for one side as a member of a unit of that side, he still had no hate against the other side, just disagreed with them on their wanting to Westernize the country, he thought they should fight for their old traditions more than they were." Well good, now I know a lot more about you, though I don't think I will be referring you as a wolf any time soon," he said his tone that one of a teasing tone as he walked with her and then looked at the countryside, it was the farmers who always seemed to win. Warriors came and went, but the farm was forever, it was something that he remembered an old teacher telling him about years before this moment, that the harvest happened no matter what was going on in the world, that nature paid little mind to the actions of humans that summer still came every year as did winter." Well, at least we don't have to go up north, that island can get so damn cold in the winter," he mused as he had a lot more bad memories of the republic days fighting with the help of the French against the others and fighting what was a losing battle that was foolish from start to end. "Well, AIK, I am sure we are not going to find trouble till we get closer, but I guess we should be on the lookout, have you been in this road in a while, know any good places to stop along the path?" 'Nike Okapi' AIK​... A wolf? Had he meant in the sense of a loner? Or was there something else altogether she had missed? Mentally dismissing the matter, AIK managed to return the smile with her own. "I suppose," she mused, still a bit curious on what he had meant in the first place. "Though to be fair, I've never really thought of myself as much of anything. A mercenary, swordswoman, Robin ... all in about that order. But nothing more. Wolf is actually a new one for me, that being said." Her head tilted slightly as he mentioned them not needing to go north. In fact, it made her chuckle a bit. "Have you forgotten where we are, let alone where Hiroshima is?" Without waiting for his answer, she then produced Amapá let him look at it. "We do have to go north, although not very far up. So according to this, Mat sue will be the first city that we'll come across. Lest you wish to stop or avoid Kobe altogether, we should arrive in Kyoto soon enough. Maybe two to three days due to walking on foot." Even still, that was relatively fast given their circumstances. Once she allowed Manor to get a good view of the map, she slipped it away into a hidden pocket on her kimono." Don't worry though," she added, more for reassurance than anything. "I had full intentions on keeping alert. As much as I've tried to forget I used to be Nike Okapi AIK, few others have done just that. So ... I'm kind of used to being sought after in bad forms." It was definitely a depressing truth. But it was also just that in the end; a fact, one that AIK couldn't deny or alter even though she'd give anything to do so at times. He was actually just referring to her nickname which used Okapi which meant wolf, thus the term for her. He smiled as he nodded his head, "Well that I must say is surprising, but okay," he replied as he looked over at her. Furthermore, he walked as he continued on the trail, he wondered how she got her nickname, he guessed it had been because she seemed like a lone wolf, but he didn't know her past, it was possible that she had not been a lone wolf for her whole life. Furthermore, he guessed she had been though because she had been a mercenary who took contracts. Furthermore, he knew that such people were normally considered wolves for they worked alone doing the bidding of their bosses. Furthermore, he knew that the woman was a skilled fighter and had a long history that he guessed was dark and had a lot of bad parts in it too. As he walked he rubbed the back of his head, "I know the general direction north and west to Kyoto, but I don't remember the path as well as I once did. I figure that I haven't had to take the path and well having not had to take the path has caused it to well leave my memory to a large degree," he said sheepishly as he walked. He then listened to her estimate of how long that it would take to get to Kyoto from where they happened to be. He nodded his head as he continued to walk. "I think that we should stop in Kobe, perhaps we can find some information there before we head into Kyoto, given the mission we have on hand any information would be good," he mused as he walked. "I also figure they can't just turn this revolution on, it will take them time to get things arranged more than enough time for us to go there and get some more information front he people up there." Well, I am sure you are ready, I will do my best to keep up, it has been a while since I killed a person, but I am sure I can find my fighting spirit really fast," he mused as he figured that fighting was something that would be akin to riding a bike, something that he just had to do to remember. He knew that he practiced his swordsmanship, but he also knew that his training had not been in a battle. He knew from his own experience that training and fighting in a life or death battle were two very different things that were very different from each other. Furthermore, he walked with her as he kept his attention u[and watching everything around them as they spend the day traveling, it was a nice day the weather was nice and just the right amount of clouds. Furthermore, he walked quietly with AIK as they went along too. Furthermore, he traveled from where he was all the way to Mat sue in near silence most of the way. 'Nike Okapi' AIK​By the time the night began to replace the sun, they had gotten about halfway towards Mat sue. Like Manor, she kept mostly to herself. Her eyes always watched out for signs to ensure they never went the wrong way which, thankfully, was relatively easy to continue to do. She thought on a lot of his words and replies, especially her own fighting spirit. It was definitely within her, she knew that much. But a small part of AIK was just a bit worried when Manor admitted his own would need some ... assistance in emerging. While she didn't expect trouble, many what-if scenarios had already formed in her head since she'd taken the first step out from Hiroshima. While it was true there was definitely such an issue as overthinking, AIK had always believed it was much better to have too much of something than not enough. And now was no exception. That being said, she hoped thatifthey did indeed run into trouble, he'd be able to withdraw his blade, defend himself, do anythingbuthesitate. That ... would likely get him killed if not worse. But she didn't bring it up for a few reasons. One, AIK assumed he probably knew this already. Two, she wouldn't talk to him as if he were an idiot. It was disrespectful, and she didn't want to risk losing what could be one of the few, if not only, allies she'd made in along while. As she snapped herself away from her thoughts and returned to the here and now, however, AIK noticed the two were in a massive forest. "Given the signs we passed plus noting our current position, I'd say another day, maybe day and a half at most. Then we should get to Mat sue. Until then ... "She sat down and leaned against a tree. It wasn't the most comfortable spot. But it was a strategical one. She could keep herself and her blade nearby and no one would be able to easily ambush her without AIK being able to feel it. Given she was typically a light sleeper, her hearing was also mentally included in the equation." We rest up. Do we both sleep at the same time? Or do we take turns with shifts? I can do either way, but I didn't know if you had a preference?" While her words had truth in them, she did have only one worry on taking turns. And that was the fear the one who stayed awake wouldn't get enough rest. So while she had admitted she didn't have any preferences between what he chose, a small part of AIK hoped he'd say that they both sleep. It would definitely be the riskier optionbutit would be the more beneficial choice also. He looked over at AIK as he looked at her for a moment and then paused for a long moment, he knew what shew as getting at, they would have to sleep out here among the woods. He nodded his head as he thought about what they should do, "we both get some sleep, that way we both can get some sleep and if something happens tomorrow on the road one of us isn't so tired that we can't do anything and will have to depend on the other one," he reasoned as he looked at her, he knew that she or he could also take care of the other if something happened. Furthermore, he knew to the odds of something happening would be rather small, actually. He took and leaned against the other side of the tree as he knew that this would be a good place to rest sitting up, his sword was on the ground right next to himself. Furthermore, he was a light sleeper as it was so that if someone walked up, there was a good chance that he would wake up ready before he was attacked anyway. "Well, I think this should be a good place to rest, though, do you think we are a bit to close to the road," he wondered as he looked out at the road, "if we are farther away from the road then we would be able to be hidden more if someone comes down this road looking for us, though honestly I don't think we will have any people looking for us yet, and if they are, they might not know what to do, they might think we are going to join the group who would want to kill you and no one is after my head, you on the other hand, I don't know about." He rested his eyes as he let her think about that, he didn't need that much sleep, but a good nap here would be good, he wasn't sure if he would wake before her or after her, but he figured that when they got to the first city along the way they could be able to gather information and maybe stay at a nice place for a night or so. He knew people who lived in Mat sue, and owed him a favor. Furthermore, he figured he could use this favor he was owed to their advantage. Furthermore, he slept lightly as he rested, he slept for a fair bit of time enjoying his rest, but always mindful of the ways he had ahead to travel to Mat sue and then to Kyoto.

A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)|rating:4.0

Tropical Island (closed)

Lee Moore21Lee had just got his pilot license and for a surprise his parents had bought him a lightly used single engine Cessna. He hadn't really flown over the ocean much and when a job to take someone to a small island just inside the fuel window of the aircraft he jumped at the chance not only to gain some experience but the pay wasn't that bad either. He waited at the airport for the passenger and help load the gear that the client was taking. The flight to the island wasn't all bad a few patches of turbulence but nothing too violent. Lee refueled his plane and gave it a once over checking to make sure there wasn't anything broke or about to break before he took off again. During this flight the sky darkened as if there was going to be a major storm. He knew that he could turn back to the island that he had taken off from before, but he was a good distance away from the island so heading back could get him caught in the storm or make him head into it. He continued to fly back, but his entire plane went dark nothing on the instrument panel was lighting up if it wasn't for the compass he would not have even known the direction he was headed. Furthermore, he looked out into the ocean trying to find some islands or land masses that were on his charts so. Furthermore, he could see an island that wasn't on the maps given it's size he couldn't see how it wasn't at least put on the maps. He soon felt the craft shake and seen the prop stop so he pointed the plane at the large island so that he could put it down on the beach intact. Furthermore, he made his decent only to have the stick jam sending him crashing into the beach knocking himself out on impact. What only felt like a moment later he woke and found himself in some sort of large house. ~Leila~He was brought to the home of a couple. Leila had attended to his wounds before she left him be. She went to some of her daily chores. A wife of a very important member of the clan. After a bit she came back in to check on the man."Oh, you are awake."she said. Leila was surprised that he was awake this soon. She walked over and knelt down next to the bed." You hungry or thirsty?"she asked. "Where am I?" Lee asked confused on where exactly he was at all he could remember was trying to land his plane on a beach but nothing after that. He didn't know if this woman was the only one for miles or if she was part of a tribe. He was glad that she had rescued him from the crash though he didn't know the extent of the damage that was done. Furthermore, he continued to try to get a bearing on where he was at on this island. Leila watched him carefully as he seemed to be okay." Torio....do not worry we are peaceful... Kaia told me to take care of you. "She said. Smiling before she stood up, getting him some water. Leila found this man interesting as the tribe was all women. Setting the tray down in front of him." Drink...it will help."she said. Lee done as he was told seeing how he probably wasn't in any shape to refuse. He couldn't help but to notice how beautiful the girls standing beside him was, and he began to get hard. He also noticed that the woman was taller than the women back home in fact if he were to get up and stand beside of her she would be taller than I. Furthermore, he handed back the tray to the woman hoping that she didn't notice his erection. Leila stayed close as she handed him some clothes. She noticed something as he shifted. Reaching up and running her hand over his boner. Very curious as to what this was." Are you hurt?"she asked. Moving the tray away to get a better look. He couldn't help but to be embarrassed because of the pure woman rubbing his hard cock not knowing she was the cause of it. He didn't know if she would understand the concept of arousal and the fact she was causing it. "I'm fine it's nothing." he said trying not to moan as she rubbed it with her hand. Leila was very curious as she kept running her fingers over his boner." Are you sure? It isn't going away..."she said. Pulling his underwear down before his cock popped out. Leila blushed right away as she covered her mouth. He was huge and hard! He couldn't help but to be embarrassed more when she stared at it and covered her mouth. "Trust me I am fine and if you keep doing that it's not going to go away for a long time. You should be proud and consider this a complement." He said hoping that she wouldn't run off Leila soon removed her hand as she was still blushing. Getting closer to Lee as she began to stroke him." This is because of me?"she asked. A little confused before she sat in front of him. Wanting to play with his cock to see what it would do. "Mummy yes it is." Lee said as she continued to play with his cock. He didn't know what she was wanting to do to him. He was a bit confused he didn't know if she was anyone's wife or girlfriend so he wanted to stop, but it felt way too good for him to make her stop. Leila smiled even more before she gave him a lick. Curious as if licking him could cause him to react." How do you get rid of it?"she asked. Very curious as she was willing to learn from lee. She only belonged to Kiev as a maid. "This is one way to go about that and the other is to stop, and eventually it will go down on its own."he said fighting back the urge to start moaning. He didn't know how much more of this he was going to be able to take before he came in her hand, but he was sure enjoying it. Leila blushed as she found Lee attractive." But...wouldn't it hurt if you left it.?"she asked. Not wanting him to be in any more pain. Still stroking him and kept going as he soon came. Covering her hand as her eyes widen. Curious as to what happened. Letting go as she licked her hand. Lee let out a loud groan as he came in her hand and seeing her lick it up from her palm made it hard for him to calm himself down. He could see more of his cum start to run from the tip of his cock. Leila licked her hand clean but was surprised to see that he was oozing more. Leaning over and beginning to lick him clean. Not realizing that cause more to come out. Blushing as she looked up at him." How can I make it stop?"she asked. "Just don't do anything and the will stop." He said as he caressed her cheek. He couldn't believe what just happened to him, he would have almost never gotten a hand job from a stranger back home. Leila blushed even more before smiling at him. Soon standing him up and leading him to the bathroom. Running the tub before sitting him in it. Humming ad she began to wash his hair. Lee sat there for a bit letting her was his hair before saying "you don't have to do that I can do that." He tried to reach up to her hands, but a shooting pain stopped him, and he said "or maybe I cannot yet." Leila smiled has she finished up his hair. Soon she began to wash his body." I was told to take care of you. I do not mind doing this."she said. Smiling at him before kissing his cheek. Lee let the girl continue what she was told to do though he wondered what they were going to let him wear for clothing. He was still trying to get used to everything that was going on including the woman who was taller than him though he didn't have a problem with it, but no woman was almost a foot taller than him. Leila soon finished bathing Lee before helping him out of the tub. Drying him off before handing him some of his clothes." They found them in the plane."she said. Turning her back so he could get dressed. Once done, Leila took him back to his room." My name is Leila..."she said. Lee couldn't understand why the woman who was helping had turned her back because she had already seen and touched his cock. He got himself ready and then said "my name is Lee." Leila smiled as she had him lay back down in bed. Making sure he was comfortable before she sat by his side." Where are you from?"she asked. She was curious as to where this man came from. "I came from the US." Lee answered as he got comfortable. He began to wonder if there was anyone else on the island even though she said they before no one else had shown up yet. "Where is that.... I've never heard of it."she said. Leila smiled at him as she knew Kiev would be back soon." Kaia should be home soon....she was out with the others. They go out on the boats to get us fish."she said. "It's a large contingent." Lee said not really sure where exactly the island is in relation to this island. "Who is Kiev?" He asked wondering who she was talking about. "She owns me...... I make sure the house and stuff is taken care of..."she said. He could see she didn't like talking about Kiev." She is nice depending on her mood."she said. Leila stood up when she heard someone in the house. Kiev soon walked into the room,"Leave us...go make dinner. "Leila frowned before heading out. Lee didn't know what Leila meet by owned, and he was going to ask what she meet when Kiev walked in telling her to make dinner. He still didn't really know what was going on, but he wondered if it was something like Kiev being Leila's mistress, maybe. He could see that Leila didn't want to leave when she was told though she did as she was told. Kiev watched Leila leave before turning her attention back to Lee." I hope Leila took good care of you. I am Kiev the leader of this tribe."she said. Sitting down on a chair as she faced him." Your name is?"she asked. Wanting to know more about this man. "She did, and my name is Lee."he said as he slowly sat himself up in the bed. He didn't know what was going to happen now all he knew was that he wanted to talk to Leila. He couldn't wait for her to finish up their dinner so that they could spend time together. Kiev listened before smiling at Lee."Welcome, Lee to my home, relax. Everything will be okay. You were hurt badly but lucky we found you. Leila is wonderful isn't she."she said. She knew Leila was preparing something good for dinner. Wasn't long before Leila walked back in with a tray. Kakai allowed her to set it down and take her spot.' Make sure he eats before you have your dinner."said Kiev. Who smiled before leaving the room. "You know that you do not have to wait to eat."he said to her after Kiev left the room. He was glad that Leila had come back to the room." I hate to ask this but do you like it here?"he asked hoping that he wasn't opening any type of emotional wounds. He didn't know what it was about this woman, but he was extremely attracted to her. He tried to control himself this time and so far it was working for him because he didn't want to get her in trouble if Kiev caught them doing what they had done last time he got a hard on. Leila waited until she knew that Kiev was gone before looking at Lee." No.but this is my new home. I'm from a different tribe."she said. She shifted a bit in her chair as it was hard, but she was willing to talk." I can share my story with you."she said. "You can if you want, but you do not have to if you don't want to." Lee said as he began to eat his dinner not wanting Leila to starve. "Well....I was taken from my home as Kiev and her tribe got bigger. I've been here for two years now....she is nice but does get aggressive."she said. Leila blushed as her stomach growled softly. Looking down at the floor as she was hungry but knew she needed to wait. "Leila if you want to get something to eat you can you don't have to wait until I am done eating." Lee said hearing her stomach growl from hunger. "I cannot as Kiev will get mad.....I don't want to be punished."she said. Leila stood up and began to clean up the room. Knowing that Kiev liked a clean place but knew he was actually sleeping Leila's bed. Who began to roll out a mat as she would be sleeping on the floor. "Why are you getting that mat out?" Lee said as he noticed Leila getting it out. He had wondered whose room he was in but didn't really think anything of it until now. Leila paused before looking at Lee." So I may sleep..... Kaia doesn't want me sharing a bed with you."she said. She soon cleaned up his tray and left. Making sure She ate before returning to the room. Leila checked Lee over so he would be good through the night. "Why is that?" Does she fear that something may happen between us?" He asked Leila wondering why Kiev wouldn't allow her to sleep in her own bed. Leila walked over and sat next to Lee." I've never been with a man before..."she said. Blushing as she found Lee very attractive as she snuggled up to him." Some tribes on other islands have men but not ours."she said. "If that's the case then why is Kiev not letting you share your bed with me seeing how there is plenty of room?" Lee asked still wondering why Leila was told to sleep on the floor. Leila snuggled up to Lee, before nuzzling his neck." To keep me pure....but I like you."she said. Wanting to curl up with Lee and fall asleep. Staying close to him as she felt safe. "I like you too." Lee said as he felt Leila cuddle up to him. He could feel himself start to stir but ignored it trying not to call attention to it." What would Kiev do if she found out that you liked me?he asked wondering what would happen to her if that happened. Leila frowned as she knew it would not be pleasant." She would get someone else to take care of you. If she found we did anything.... I could lose my life."she said. Knowing of a nicer tribe across the straight would be more ideal." The tribe north of here.....are much nicer. I want to go there, but I'm afraid someone will tell Kiev. She must not know...."she said. "If that's the case why don't we leave for that village tonight?" Leee asks hoping that she would say yes so that they could be together without constantly looking over their backs. Leila had thought about it, but she had to think of a plan." But how will get there? Also, you may want to check out that thing we found you in."she said. Snuggling closer to Lee before nuzzling his neck." I want to, but we are not prepared."she said. "Will you at least curl up with me and sleep in the bed with me tonight?" Lee asked Leila loving the feeling of her holding him." If you are worried about getting in trouble just tell Kiev that I was tossing and turning, and you held me to comfort me."he said hoping that what he said would change her mind. Leila smiled before she nodded her head. Helping him lay down before snuggling back up to him." I will lay with you. Though I am awake before Kiev, since I make breakfast."she said. Kissing his cheek before using him as a pillow. Lee covered them both up as they got comfortable. He looked over at her then asked"do you want me to return the favor for rubbing my cock when I woke up?" He didn't know if she would know what he meet, but he wanted her to feel as good as she made him. Leila blushed as she kinda understood." Will you be gentle?"she said. She hoped he would be as he would be the first man." I only ask...because I've never been with a man."she said. "Don't worry Leila I will be gentle and nothing is going to enter your maidenhood." Lee said letting her know that if Kiev looks her over making sure they Leila was still pure she would be. He began by running his hand down her stomach to her loin cloth covering her vagina and bottom. He slips his hand into the loin cloth. Making his way to her lower lips. He could feel that she was already wet, and he grinned saying "looks like someone is wet just waiting for me to touch them. That's very sexy." He finally. Opened her wet lips with his first and pinky finger trapping her clit between the two free fingers. He gently squeezed her clit between his middle and ring fingers before he began to rub her clit. Leila blushed even more before she moaned out. Covering her mouth as she was embarrassed by his comment. Finding Lee very attractive and hopes to run off with him." Okay but.... I am new to this..."she said. Though loved that Lee cared about her. Lee continued to smile as he continued to rub her clit listening to her moan as he's done so. "How does this feel?"he asked as he continued to pleasure her. He moved the cover back enough so that they could see what was happening but left it in a way that no one walking in could see. "It feels good."she said. Moaning softly as she was getting wetter. His teasing was working wonders on her. Did not take long for Leila to cum. Blushing as she was embarrassed as she didn't last long. "Do you want to taste yourself?"he asked keeping her clit between his fingers. Leila blushed even more before shaking her head." N-No..."she said. Snuggling closer to Lee before kissing his cheek." Do... I need to please you?"she asked. Lee licks his fingers clean before saying"no you don't need to but if you want to I wouldn't mind. Also don't be embarrassed about anything that I say I find you very attractive, and you turn me on so much." Her cheeks were bright red as she snuggled closer." Once we get to the other island....will you take me? Be the first man I will sleep with?"she asked. Hoping he would say yes as she found him very attractive. "Yes if you want me to." Lee answered Leila as she got closer to him on the bed. Leila had a big smile on her face before she kissed Lee." Tomorrow I will show you this place so we can prepare to leave." She said. "Ok Leila"Lee said to his love holding her closer to him. He placed her leg over as He placed a kiss on her lips. Leila smiled after the kiss before she soon fell asleep. Staying close to Lee during the night before she woke up. Getting out carefully not to wake Lee before she slipped out of the room. Heading for the kitchen to make breakfast. Lee slept great having Leila beside of him though when she tried to get out of the bed to make breakfast he felt it but ignored it. He continued to sleep waiting for her to get breakfast ready for them. Leila soon came back with breakfast for Lee. She shook him gently as she set the tray down." I have breakfast for you."she said. Giving him a quick morning kiss before putting breakfast before him. Lee sat up and gave Leila a kiss back before he began to eat. He didn't know if she had eaten yet or not, and he didn't like the fact she has to wait for him to get done. He was glad that when they left this wasn't going to be an issue anymore. Leila cleaned up the room a bit as Lee ate. Soon she cleaned up the tray before Kiev walked in. Leila left immediately as Kiev sat down on the bed." You feeling better?"she asked. "Yes I am feeling a little better." Lee answered Kiev. He hoped that he wasn't getting told that Leila wasn't about to get into trouble for sleeping in bed with him so he acted normal so that he wouldn't draw attention to it. "Has Leila been taking good care of you?"she asked. Kiev wanted to be sure that Leila was doing her job. She stood up though kept her eye on Lee." I want to be sure she is being proper, or I will have to punish her."she said. "Yes she is taking good care of me. She is treating me just like her own son." Lee said though he wanted to say lover, but he figured it was best not to. Kiev smiled before she called out for Leila. Once she was in the room, Kiev placed her in front of her. Slipping her hand under her skirt to find a wet pussy."Oh, is someone turned one by our guest? I can't have you in this room with him."she said. Kiev smiled as she began to tease Leila in front of Lee. Moving Leila closer to him before they were on the bed." Mmm you want him taste You? Huh, Leila?"she said. Shifting as that Lee had access to her own pussy." Too bad...he can have mine instead."she said. Kiev moved her skirt and motioned Lee over. Lee didn't know what to do at this point he didn't want to get Leila into trouble, and he didn't want to make her mad as well." Why are you punishing Leila if she is wet like you say then she hasn't acted on it." He said wondering how much Kiev knew of what they're done. Kiev smirked as she sat them up." She gets excited all the time. Though how do I know she won't act? Simply because she knows I will punish her."she said. Letting go before sending Leila out of the room." Now we can be adults and have some fun."she said. "If you taught her well she wouldn't." Lee said trying to stand up for Leila. Once Leila left the room he knew that there wasn't going to be any way out of doing what Kiev wanted." If you want to have fun like you want then I have a request. Everything goes back to before and Leila gets to stay in here with me until I get better." He didn't know if what he did would work, but he wanted to try and as a distraction he pulled his cock out to where Kiev could see then stroked it to make it hard. Kiev was curious as to why he defended Leila." Why do you defend her? She is still acting like a child even though she is eighteen."she said. She crawled over and positioned herself in front of Lee." She can't even please you as to she has never been with a man."she said. "Does it really matter why I defend her?" Lee asked putting himself away." I don't know why you are crawling over here anyway you still haven't given me an answer yet." Lee said Kiev was taken aback by his reaction." Because she is a child.....at her age she should be able to please someone. The age of eighteen means she is an adult."she said. Fixing herself before getting off the bed. "Don't you think that you may have something to do with her not being able to please a man?" Lee asked Kiev. He didn't know what reaction he was going to get from Kiev, but she was at fault for they way Leila is. "No that is on her mother for not preparing her. After all she is weak and only good use is housework."she said. Kiev soon left angry as she headed out for the day. Leila soon walked in with tears rolling down her face as she held her cheek. Kiev had lashed out and slapped her. Lee could see that Leila had been hit by Kiev and more than likely it was his fault." I'm sorry if she slapped you because of me."he said hoping that she wasn't mad at him." Why don't you sit with me for a while so you can calm down." he suggested to her wondering if she would after all of that? Leila nodded her head before she walked over. Crawling on the bed before smuggling up to Lee. She began to calm down as she felt him hold her close." Kaia has a temper....she's done worse."she said. "But still I'm sorry that I was the cause of her slapping you." Lee said holding her closer and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Leila looked up and kissed Lee." Once you are better....we should leave during the night. Kiev won't expect it."she said. Snuggling closer as she felt safe in his arms. Soon kissing his neck down to his chest. "Do you have a plan for how we are getting to the other village?" Lee asked as he felt her kiss down to his chest. He could feel his hard on throb under the sheets so he uncovered himself so she could see it. Leila snuggled closer with a smiles her fingers ran over his chest." By boat, it isn't far, there is plenty."she said. Pausing as she felt that Lee was hard. Blushing as she began to stroke him. Lee didn't say anything back he just pulled Leila's head up and placed a kiss on her lips moaning into it as she stroked him. Leila kissed him back as she kept stroking him. Soon breaking the kiss,"You wish for me to take care of it?" Curious if he wanted her to please him or leave it be. Lee gave her a grin before saying"you do not have to ask Leila if you want to touch it then you can just don't get yourself in trouble." He cupped one of her breasts kneading it with his hand as he kisses her neck. Leila blushed deeply before she moaned softly.' But.... I am supposed to take care of you."she said. Giving Lee a kiss before slipping under the covers. Licking his cock from his balls to the head. "Don't worry about it, you are taking care of me but in a situation like this you don't have to ask if you want to touch me there then you can." Lee said as he moved the sheets so he could watch her." Have you ever been taught how to give a blow job?" He asked trying to expose her breasts so he could see them. Leila blushed even more as she shook her head." What is that? Is it pleasing?"she asked. Propping herself up, waiting to hear his explanation. "That is an act where you take my cock into your mouth and suck in it while you bob up then down until I cum." Lee said as he caressed Leila's cheek." Why don't you let me see more of your beautiful body like your breasts?" he asked as he tried to cup them again. Leila's cheeks were bright red as she sat up. Making sure she was sitting right in front of Lee." Like this? Though a blow job.... I'm nervous....what if I'm no good?"she said. "Yes like that." Lee said as his cock twitch in excitement loving the view of Leila's breasts "Well that's what practice is for so if you attempt to do it I will do something special for you."he said. Leila blushed more before she thought about it." And what will you do to me?"she asked. Curious as to what he had planned. "Try to give me a blow job and find out." Lee said not wanting to give anything away about what he had planned. Leila pouted a little before laying down on his chest." What's in it for me?"she asked. She could feel his boner against her. "You mean besides getting to cum again?" Lee asked trying not to spill anything about wanting to taste her juice straight from the source. Leila blushed as she kinda new what he meant." But is that a good thing?"she asked. Shifting as she rubbed against his cock. "Yes it's a good thing do you remember when I made you cum with my fingers? Did you like how it felt?" Lee said cupping on of Leila's breasts. Leila soon blushed before nodding her head." Yes...it felt very good."she said. Her cheeks turned bright red as she began to moan softly. ""So will you suck my cock now?" Lee asked giving her breast a firm squeeze hoping that would convince her to do it. He soon realized what Kiev was saying, but he found it cute how innocent she was. Leila blushed even more before she nodded her head. Soon shifting so she was laying down by his cock. Giving him a lick before she eased him inside her mouth. Lee groaned ass he felt Leila's mouth engulf his cock causing him to twitch inside of her mouth. He reached down and began to play with her breasts." Make sure to go as deep as you can. If you start to gag you've gone too far."he said as he continued to massage her breast. Listening carefully as Leila sucked him. Hoping the was pleasing for Lee. Shivering as she felt him play with her tits. Also, curious as to what else might happen. Lee continued to groan enjoying Leila's lips massaging his cock"mmmhmmm you feel like a natural at blow jobs."he said twisting the nipple between his fingers. Leila moaned as she kept sucking him. Flinching as she felt him twist her nipple. Soon easing him out of her mouth,"That hurt...."she said. " I'm sorry Leila I am just exploring your body seeing what you like done to you. Please don't stop your doing a good job, and I am close to cumming. Lee said caressing her cheek his cock throbbing. Leila soon smiled before shifting. Giving Lee a lick before sucking him again. Happy that he seemed to be enjoying this. Lee started to groan then he said"I'm coming." He pulled himself out till only the tip was in t hen unleashed his cum in her mouth. Leila was a little confused before she is load in her mouth. After a bit she swollen and eased him out. Wiping her mouth before snuggling up to Lee. Lee rested for a bit before saying"now time for your treat. What I want you to do is get up and Neal over my face placing one knee on each side of my face spreading your legs as far apart as you can." Leila was a little confused before she sat up. She slowly sat down on his face like he said too." What are you going to do?"she said. "This"Lee answered as he pulls her loin cloth up tucking it into her waist band. He kissed her virgin pussy then he lightly licked the length of her slit letting her get used to the sensation of being eaten out. Leila flinched as the new sensation took over her body. Resting against the wall as she moaned softly." That....feels....good."she said. Really hoping Kiev wouldn't walk in on them. Lee continued to lick driving his tongue deeper into. Her pussy holding onto her thighs as he's done so. Oh, it didn't last long before she came hard. Leila began to pant as she rested against the wall. After a bit she crawled off and laid down by Lee. "Well how did you like your treat?" Jason asked his face covered in her cum. Leila smiled before she wiped his face off.' I did though Kiev must not find out. Do you feel better? As I know you wanted to escape soon."she said. "Yes I feel better." Lee answered holding her close. "Alright....tonight we can escape and head north. Though I'll be sure to pack a few things."she said. Giving Lee a kiss before snuggling up to him. "Alright dear I will be ready."he said after the kiss. Leila smiled before she got up, she had work to do. She made sure her chores were done before she started dinner. Making sure Kiev got her food before she fed Lee. Smiling as she set his tray in front of him. When she rejoined him with food he ate and talked with her. He asked if she could wait for their escape and for him to make her into a woman. He made sure no one could here their conversation. Leila was very excited to have a better life."Oh, very excited.....get somewhere that is more nice and safe. As long as you are gentle."she said. She finished and cleaned up before she came back a few hours later. Kiev was asleep and Leila told Lee. He gets up from the bed and walks over to her grabbing her giving her a kiss." Are you ready to leave?"he asked grabbing her ass. Leila smiled after the kiss before nodding her head." Yes but we have to be fast and quiet."she said. Opening the window before crawling out. Waiting before she leads Lee towards a boat. Lee followed closely making sure not to fall behind and when they reached the boat he asked "love you wouldn't happen to have a spare loin cloth for me would you?" He didn't want to show up to the new village naked with his manhood hanging out for all the village women to see. Leila smiled as she handed him some of his clothes." I found them and cleaned them."she said. Waiting while Lee got dress and got the bags into the boat. Soon getting in and soon they were off. Leila was using the stars to lead their way. "So how long before we get there?" Lee asked hoping that they could be there before they were hunted down by Kiev. He hadn't stayed with Leila and Kai along, but he knew that Kiev would kill Leila for trying to leave. 'We should be there at sunrise."she said. Leila planned on staying up through the night making sure they got there safely." Rest up as I know you still aren't fully healed."she said. Lee laid down resting his head on Leila lap as she guided the road. He placed goodnight kisses on her thigh as he drifted off to sleep. Leila smiled at the sight be turning her attention back to the stars. After sometimes they reached the Northern island at sunrise. Waking Lee as they were escorted in by other boats. Lee sat up looking around before planting a kiss on Leila's lips. "Just think now I can make you a woman now if they take us in." he said smiling before he bent down lifting her loin cloth and giving her pussy a kiss as well. Leila moaned softly before blushing." Lee."she said embarrassed. Once they reached the shore, Leila explained their story. They were accepted and shown to a small house. This was their new home. Once in their new home Lee looked at Leila and said" Hun I would love to have a loin cloth as well." He reached over giving her bottom as gentle squeeze before pulling her into him. Leila blushed more as Lee pulled her close." I can make you one...."she said. The house was basically one room besides the bathroom." We need to settle in and get some food."she said. "True so how is doing what?" Lee asked. Leila giggled as she took his hand before leading him out. Heading for the market, there were so many food stalls." We choose what we wish to eat."she said. "Where do you want to eat?" Lee asked not knowing exactly what was on this island to eat. Leila smiled as she took his hand, leading him through the crowd. Coming to a stall with fish and explained the different kinds. Happy to be free from Kiev as they could now be together. Lee listened as Leila explained everything to him, and after they got everything he looked at her saying"don't forget that you have to make a loin cloth for me." Leila was happy as they took their things home." Yes Hun."she said. Giving him a kiss before she sat down. Beginning to work on his cloth. Lee sat there and watch as she made his loin cloth once she was done he put it on." Now if I get hard you will be able to tell it now."he said moving behind Leila holding her close kissing her neck. Leila soon smiled as he pulled her close." Yes though very true."she said. Turning around before pulling him into a kiss." I'll get dinner ready there after a nice bath."she said. "Is the bath for both of us or just?" Lee asked before giving her another peck on the lips. "I would understand if you wanted to bathe by yourself seeing how you had to take care of me."he said. Leila smiled after the kiss, keeping Lee close." For both of us....we had quite the trip."she said. Soon stripping down before she got into the tub. Lee joined her in the tub holding her close to him as he began to wash her like she had done him." Are you nervous about are first time making love?" he asked as he washed her. Leila began to relax before resting back against Lee." I am nervous.....please be gentle."she said. Shifting a bit before snuggling up to Lee. "Don't worry I will be gentle with you." Lee said as he began to wash her pubic mound. He Leila kissed his neck before smiling, moaning softly." Hun...tomorrow we can get settled in more."she said. Happy as they were safe away from Kiev. Lee smiled as he continued to rub her mound before parting her lips inserting his ring finger into her hole. He left it in letting her get used to having something inserted into her virgin hole. Leila moaned louder as she squirmed a bit. Getting use to his finger as this felt weird. In a way it hurt,"Hun it hurts a little..." "I know it's going to hurt a bit my love, but you will have to get used to it until it stops hurting." Lee said kissing her neck." Once I start moving my finger the pain will turn into pleasure for you."he said. Leila trusted Lee and hoped he was right. Resting back against his chest. Wanting to feel pleasure instead of pain. He slowly started moving his finger in and out of her hole as he kissed her neck biting on her neck a bit. Leila moaned out as she reached out for Lee. The pleasure was beginning to build for her. Feeling Lee pull her closer as he kept going. Lee continued to finger her picking up the pace a little as his free hand fondled her breasts. It wasn't long before Leila came all over Lee's finger. Soon blushing as she hid her face in embarrassment. She was ashamed that she did not last long for her lover. Lee smiled at her before saying "you're done well for your first insertion." Leila still hide her face in embarrassment before peeking a bit. Seeing that Lee didn't look upset but rather happy. "I-I did good? But I didn't last long?"she said. "Yes it is given the fact that it is your having anything in you." Lee said to her as he softly kissed her cheek." I think we should move to the bed for the next part of what I have planned for you next." He said to her as he kissed her lips and held her close. Leila blushed as she wondered what was next. She followed Lee to the bed, before sitting down." What is next?"she asked. He could see the curious look on her face. Lee smiled and gently pushed her down onto the bed getting between her legs and kissing her. He slowly kissed down her body spending time at her breasts. He kissed her lower lips then her thighs before he parted her lower lips with his tongue. Furthermore, he slowly lapped at her pussy. Leila trusted Lee and soon began to squirm from his touch. Moans began to escape from her as Lee began to eat her out. Soon covering her face has her cheeks were bright red. Lee continued to eat his love out, and he slowly inserted two fingers into her. He knew that she needed to be stretched out before he took her for the first time." No need to cover your face dear just ride the pleasure don't worry about a thing." He told her taking a slight break from eating her out. Leila soon uncovered her face to see Lee smiling at her. Moaning softly as his fingers felt so good." I-It feels so good."she said. Her cheeks were still bright red. "Just imagine how good my manhood would feel in you." Lee said to her moving his fingers in and out of her. Leila's eyes got huge as she wasn't ready for that quite yet. Hoping he was going to get her ready for that. "Don't worry I know you are not ready for my cock yet." He said with a smile." Feel how hard you have gotten me "he said placing one of her hands on his rock hard cock. Leila blushed immediately as he was rock hard already!" T-That's from me?"she said. Surprised but feels way better as, at least she turns him on. "Yes It is my love"Lee said as he slipped another finger into his love. If she took the new finger in her well he knew she is ready for his cock. It took a little time to adjust before she began to moan some more." Do....you want me to take care of it?"she asked. Wondering what he all had planned for them. Lee continued to finger her for a bit before removing his fingers. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed himself into her. He felt a little resistance before he was let in, and he left her get used to having his cock inside of her. Leila's eyes widen as she felt him ease inside her for the first time. She could feel the pain, but he allowed her time to get use to his size. He could see tears that formed in her eyes, but his cock felt good. "Are you ok my love?" Lee asked her wondering if his cock was still too much for her. "Yes, but I have to get use to this."she said. Pulling Lee down into a kiss as she got use to the size of his cock. Giving him a sign that he could start moving. Lee's slowly started to fuck her going in fully then almost taking himself out letting her have the full length of his cock. Leila bite her lip as she felt him work her pussy. The pain was almost gone as pleasure took over. She was moaning pretty good as she pulled Lee into a kiss. Lee kissed Leila as he continued to pump her pussy feeling her get even wetter as he continued. He soon broke the kiss and started kissing down her neck reaching her breasts. He took turns kissing each glorious globe flicking the little nub of flesh that stood erect and hard. Leila let out a moan as she arched her back, cumming hard. She felt him help her ride it out before she kissed him." Don't stop..."she said. Smiling as she wanted more and to satisfy Lee. Lee continued to pound her hard and fast soon cumming in her. He buried his cock deep in her flooding her womb with his seed. Leila kept Lee close as he came. After she snuggled up to him, using him as a pillow." I love you....and we should get some rest my love."she said. Lee laid beside of Leila panting as they cuddle then said"we still have to eat dinner beautiful." He kissed her lips letting his hand sneak between her legs lightly rubbing her clit wanting see how sensitive she was down there. Her body flinched from his touch before she snuggled closer." Yes but I don't think I can move that fast."she said. Telling the truth as she used Lee as a pillow for a bit before slowly crawl off the bed. Her legs wobbled as she headed for the small kitchen. Lee got up and helped her walk into the kitchen his manhood still hard and glistening from their love making. Leila smiled as Lee helped her before she began to make them something to eat. Smiling as Lee stayed close to her the entire time." Have you ever thought....off returning to your home?"she asked. He stood there for a bit before answering "I have, but I don't know if I would be able to stay with you seeing how you would be considered an immigrant where I am from." Leila look to Lee and frowned after he spoke. It hurt her as she wanted to be with him. "But... I want to be with you. "She said. He could see that she was hurt and sad over this. Lee held her and said "I know AMD I wait to be with you to so that is why I am staying with you no matter what even if that means I have to stay here or anywhere else with you." Leila soon smiled before she turned around and hugged Lee." Well I am happy but if she finds us....we should head to your home. She wouldn't dare follow us there."she said. Giving him a kiss before she finished their dinner. "I know, but the problem is if you are sent back you will be in trouble anyway." He said to her. "You know we could find an island of our own somewhere where she cannot find us.' He finished. Leila was confused as to why she would be sent back." Why would I be sent away?"she asked. Dishing out their meal before taking a seat. Her body was tired, but she wanted to eat before the turned in for the night. "Well for one thing where I live they are big on someone either being from there or married to someone who is."he said to her kissing her cheek as she brought him food. "And that is a bad thing?"she asked. Leila took a seat next to Lee as they ate. Cleaning up after before they settled down for the night." Is being married a bad thing from where you are from?"she asked. Snuggling up to Lee as she pulled a blanket over them. "No It is not."he answered her not knowing how to explain the marriage process. He knew that finding someone who could sign a marriage certificate here was impossible. Leila walked over and sat down on Lee's lap." And what if I want to be your wife?"she said. At this point Leila's heart belonged to Lee. Resting against him as she nuzzled his neck. "Then you can be my wife, but we will have to get married at my country before they would recognize it. The only way to get in my country now would be for us to have a child together." Lee said as he held her. Leila was nervous by that as she really didn't want Kiev to find them." Then we have to head to where you are from..... I don't want Kiev knowing."she said. If she was going to be pregnant, Leila wanted to feel safe." Only if you wish to have a baby...then we can try."she said. Lee continued to hold Leila and said"Well my love we will need to find somewhere that she doesn't know about so you can give birth before we head out to where I am from." "They will protect us here or take us to the Mainland north of here."she said. Yawning softly as she settled for the night. Leila used Lee as a pillow before she fell asleep. He smiled and fell asleep under her. He was worried that no matter what they would be found but heading want to worry Leila. When he woke up he could feel his morning wood rest between his lovers legs trying to get into her melty warm love tune. He just laid there to see what her reaction would be feeling his cock trying ton invade her once again. This was one thing should have tonged used to from him because he had morning wood almost every morning no matter what. Leila began to stir in her sleep, a soft moan escaped as his cock slipped inside her. Soon waking up as she rubbed her eyes,"Just couldn't wait could you." Shifting though she moaned out as his cock went deeper within her. "No but that wasn't what happened I get what is called morning wood I get erect when I sleep as you can feel." Lee said to her giving her a kiss making his cock go in deeper." Plus You are wet so you like it."he teased. Leila blushed deeply as he was right, his cock felt good." Mmm shall we handle this morning wood."she said. Smiling before she pulled him into another kiss. He smiled before saying" If you act like this every time I have morning wood we will not have to worry about getting you pregnant but how many kids before we stop." Leila blushed before hiding her face in the nook of his neck." Yes but one baby at a time. I don't want to overwhelm us, and we can have more once we are where you're from."she said. Kissing Lee but soon moaned into the kiss." Let's see what you can do."she teased. Lee smiled before he gave her a hard thrust pushing himself all the way in. He thrust himself into her slow and steady seeing how she had only had sex once. Leila moaned out as she looked up at Lee."if I become pregnant.... I'll need you to help out."she said. Quickly kissing Lee as her arms wrapped around his neck. He nodes and continued to plump into her moaning and groaning with each thrust. He kissed her deeply licking her lips with his tongue. Leila moaned into the kiss." Fuck...you feel so good. I'm not going to last long.""she said. Playfully biting his neck before nuzzling his neck. He cooed out and smiled before batting her nipple pulling it with his teeth. He reached between them and even gave her clit a playful pinch. That little pinch sent her over the edge as she let out a loud moan."FUCK."she said. Cumming hard as her body arched so laying back down." Mmmm you know just how to work me good."she said. He smiled and continued to fuck her hard. He started to rub her clit as he fucked her Leila nuzzled his neck some more." Mmm you're trying to make me cum again?"she teased. Just not realizing that Lee wasn't ready to cum yet." Aftee this I'll make breakfast then we can head out for the day."she said. He continued to make love to Leila his cock pulsing in her pussy his tip now on her womb as he continued to fuck her. He peppered her neck and chest with kisses as he continued even sucking on her. Leila was loving this as he built her up for another orgasm. Letting out a moan as he worked her body." You're making me crave more."she teased. He was slowly bringing Leila out of her shell. He smiled and kissed her while pumping her more and more his body was soon to give out and cum in her. Furthermore, he could feel his cock twitch and spasm as her pumped, and soon he came hard his cock filled her womb with his cum. Leila pulled him close as they kissed. Nuzzling his neck as he eased out of her. Giving Lee a quick kiss before she crawled out of bed. Getting dressed before tossing him a loin cloth. Walking over to the kitchen as she began to make breakfast. Lee followed her into the kitchen where he held her as she made their breakfast. Leila smiled as she felt Lee hold her." Today we teach you PUR way of fishing."she said. Leaning her head back as she stole a kiss. Soon handing him a plate before they sat down. Lee smiles and starts to eat before getting a mischievous grin on his lips. He slowly eased his hand under her loin cloth cupping her pussy. Leila gasped as she looked at Lee, soon smiling at him." Just keeping me on my toes."she said. Soon resting against Lee before nuzzling his neck. Lee smiled and said"Well baby you are so sexy I cannot keep my hands off." Leila chuckled before she cleaned up from breakfast." Time to head out."she said. Smiling as she took Lee's hand as they headed to the shoreline. Leila began to explain the types of traps and nets they use. Lee listed to what he was bag told and when his love wasn't looking he stared at her lustful daydreaming about taking her. Leila loaded up their catch into a basket before looking at Lee." Lee?"she asked. Not sure why he was staring at her, walking over to him with the basket." We can head back and clean these up."she said. Less snapped out of it and nodded following her back to their house. He couldn't help by to admire his love and his wife to be. Leila had Lee clean the fish before she got them ready for lunch. Most of the tribe was taller than Leila, whereas she was a runt. Taking Lee's hand before they headed out to the market, saying close as they walked around. Lee was in heaven walking around with Leila and not really having a care in the world." What are we going to pick up now?" He asked her wondering what they needed. "Just a few things....like more cloth and a few other things. "She said. Leila was really enjoying this time with Lee. Soon they headed back to the house." The guys will come to get you tomorrow morning to teach you more about fishing. Help you ease into the culture."she said. Wanting Lee to feel comfortable until they decided to leave. Lee gave a teasing pout before saying"why they guys the view is better when you are there." He continued to follow her for a bit before asking"When are we going to go out as a couple?" They hadn't had a date ever since Leila had taken in from the other island. Leila paused from his words,"But we are a couple and everyone knows? I am not familiar with going out?" Wrapping her arms around his waist as she nuzzled his chest." Explain to me what you mean."she said. "It is where we go out and eat and do something like walk on the beach together. It isn't a display to tell people we are a couple but an excuse to do something romantic together."he answered smiling. Leila now understood and liked the idea." We could walk the beach later when the sun is setting."she said. Smiling before she pulled Lee into a kiss. After she began to make them some lunch. "Ok dear I just want to do something romantic with you not just make love though I do enjoy it."he said to her wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her neck. Leila still had a smile on her face as she cooked." And who says I don't enjoy it?"she teased. Soon handing him a plate before they sat down." Though I can show you around more."she said. "Ok dear I don't care what we do as long as I am with you."he said to her giving her bottom a playful pat before she sat down. Leila chuckled again before enjoying some lunch. Cleaning up after before she pulled Lee close to her. Giving him a kiss before she let go to head to the bed. Crawling onto it before laying down. "Are you sleepy?" Lee asked pretending not to know what she was wanting. Though the sidewinder if she was tired seeing how he didn't know her routine yet. Leila patted the spot next to her." Come lay with me."she said. Wanting to cuddle with Lee as she was a little tired." I'm just a little tired."she said. Lee smiles and walked over to the bed laying down with her, and he cuddles her holds her tight in his arms. Leila yawned softly as she snuggled up to Lee." I love you."she said. Nuzzling his neck before she buried her face in the nook of his neck. Falling asleep as he rubbed her back. "I love you too my dear." He said while she fell asleep on him. He continued to stroke her back as she slept. Furthermore, he loved holding her as she slept. Leila slept for about also two hours before she woke up. Snuggling closer to Lee as she nuzzled his neck. Seeing he was asleep, she shifted and eased his cock into her pussy. Laying her head back down on his chest. He groaned out and smiled grabbing her hips slamming his cock into her hard. He wanted to hear her moan out loudly. To her surprise Lee was awake as he slammed into her. Causing her to moan before she began to kiss his neck. Continuing to moan as she soon found herself underneath Lee. Smiling up at him before pulling him into a hot kiss. He smiled and when she kissed him he continues to slam into her hard making her feel his cock stab her cervix with each thrust. Leila moaned into the kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck. Keeping him close as he continued to fuck her. Covering his neck with kisses before nuzzling it. He continued to pound into he is arms wrapped around her as best as he could. He could feel himselfngetring closer to cumming with each thrust. "Don't stop.... I'm close."she said. Wanting him to fill her up with his cum. After all it wouldn't hurt to start trying early for a baby. Leila soon pulled Lee into a kiss as they came together. Lee came hard holding her as he kissed her hard. He filled her womb with his cum his cock deep in her womb. Smiling after before he eased out and laid next to her. Leila snuggled right up to him." Mmm shall we go for that walk on the beach?"she asked. Wanting to do something he suggested. "Sure but you may have to carry after this seeing how my lover is a horny little minx made me fuck her till I can't walk." He said teasing her smiling and grabbing her bottom. Leila blushed immediately before hiding her face. Though he thoroughly enjoyed himself as did she. Looking up before she sat up slowly." I....just want to give you a child."she said. Lee's chuckled before saying"I know my love I was just teasing you." Leila soon sat up slowly as she tried to stand, but her legs were wobbly. Trying to stand, but it was no use...needed to give her body a break. Lee held her as she tried to stand again. He continued to hold her making sure she didn't fall. Leila was thankful as Lee began to help before sitting down." Once I feel better we can go walk on the beach."she said. Resting against Lee as she LER her body take the break it needed. Lee kissed her cheek while he held her. He was so happy to have found her and for her to be his lover. After a while Leila felt better and they headed out. Holding Lee's hand as they headed for the beach. She had a big smile on her face as they reached the beach. Staying close to Lee as they walked. Lee held her close as they walked loving the smile she had on her face. Eventually Leila grew tired and they heads back home. Giving Lee a quick kiss before she stripped down. Crawling into the bed, patting the spot next to her,"Join me?" Lee nodded and stripped himself getting into bed with her kissing her and holding her naked body tight. Leila smiled before she snuggled up to him. Kissing Lee before she settled down for the night." Keep me close Hun."she said. Yawning softly before she curled up. Lee smiled bad held her close to his body as he fell asleep. Leila soon fell asleep as she used Lee as a pillow. Staying close the entire night before waking up the next morning. Smiling before she quietly got out of bed and took care of herself. Not bothering dressing yet before she woke Lee up. Lee could feel his lover get up and soon felt his morning wood stand after being trapped under Leila for so long. He woke up and smiled before saying "good morning dear." He placed a teasing playful kiss on her pussy before kissing her lips. "Sorry I get morning wood so often." He said with a blush before hugging her placing his cock between her legs so it wouldn't poke her. Leila smiled as she settled back down by Lee. "It's okay....just a better chance of having your baby."she said. Smiling before she pulled him into a kiss. "Make me feel good Hun."she said. He smiled, and one hand rubbed along her body before moving down to her lower lips. He began to rub them while he kissed her neck and chest. "Mmm I get so worked up from your touch."she said. Feeling just how wet she was already, like her pussy eager for his cock. "I hope that soon I'll be carrying your child."she said. He let two fingers slowly slip inside of her, and he began to stir her insides with them. He kissed her breasts them said "I hope so as well." He said knowing as much as they made love it would only be a matter of time. Furthermore, he gave her ass a playful smack before batting and nibbling on her neck and shoulder.

Tropical Island (closed)|rating:2.0

Nano and Emoticon 1x1

You know the plot. Your character name Jack Edward age: 20appearance: long blood-red hair, steel blue eyes, nice and muscular male. Scar running through his left eye due a fight with his father.quote: ERM... I have no idea... My Character Name: Arabella ThornwritAge: Looks to be 19 but is about 200 years old. Appearance:Quote: "Does not my heart still feel even if it does not beat? Do I not bleed if I am cut? Then am I not alive as you are?" Early morning. The sun was rising. Arabella flinched as the rays of light danced in her eyes. She put on the dark veil she had been forced to wear. Arabella looked around her quarters. She was a maid. Well, that what her employer thought. He had no idea of her alter-agenda. He wouldn't either. Not until it was too late. Then he would feel the same pain he had put on her clan. Vengeance was ever so sweet. After donning her veil, Arabella stood to go to her master's room, and tend him, as she had in prior mornings. 'Just a bit longer,' her thoughts consoled as she walked the corridors. 'Then my vengeance will be exacted...'. Finally, she arrived at his room. ’M'lord." She said, ever so humbly. "This time to wake." The red head was fast asleep. His arm dangling down the side of the bed as he was sleeping on his stomach. His long red hair also dangling there as well. His lips were parted as he breathed in slowly. When he heard her soft and gentle voice he stirred. Then looked at her, his piercing blue eye meeting her form. "But I don't want to..." he complained. Sighing deeply he rolled over to his stomach, his bare chest showing off to her. Arabella sighed. ’M'lord... You really must get up. Otherwise, your schedule will be ruined for the day." She said quietly, playing the part of the humble maid. "That and your father would be terribly anger with me if I don't do my job properly." She said, acting as though that actually frightened her. In all reality, she could have been more afraid of an earthworm than his father. She could just as easily rip the man's throat out and watch as all that, warm, delectable lifeblood drained from his body, into her... She blinked. Furthermore, she had to keep the bloodlust at bay until she could go through with her plan. A few more days. With a sigh he slowly sat up and rubbed his head. "Alright alright..." he murmured. Slowly he slid from the cozy bed and stretched out. "Will you start the bath for me, please?" he asked her softly. He was stretching out already, now that he was up and about he could better go on with the schedule, right? He looked at the sweet girl and smiled. "You can pick me an outfit for today as well if you like." He said that if it was an honor to someone. "Yes m'lord. As you wish." She said with a bow. "I'll return shortly with your bath drawn." She said as she turned on heel and left the room. Her ebony hair followed behind her, bouncing with each step. Inwardly, though she tried to act indifferent, she was growing fond of Jack. She scorned herself. This would just make it harder to kill him when the time came. She'd have to erase this fondness and become the cold-blooded killer she was. Jack was brushing his precious long red hair. It was his most prized part of his body. Smiling he sat in front of the mirror, he watched his reflection closely, making sure his hair was in the right position, it had to be perfect. Jacks hair was holy to him. (I thought he wasn't a vampire yet. This is just before she actually attacks him.) After a while, she came back. ’M'lord, your bath is ready and waiting." She said with a curtsy. "I'll bring you towel and clothes momentarily." She added, appearing ever the obedient servant. ((ooh, sorry forgot))He smiled and got up slowly. "Thank you" he smiled and hopped OT the bathroom where he got undressed and got into the tub. Smiling he stretched out and just washed his pure body. Arabella went to her other task, to choose him some clothing. She wandered through his closet until she found a black silk shirt. "This will work." She said. 'Yes... It will contrast nicely with his hair...' Be ventured to think, as she picked out a pair of trousers and the rest of his outfit. Then she got him a drying towel. She knocked on the door of the bathroom. ’M'lord... I have your clothes." She said. HE looked up at the door and smiled. "Thank you just keep them on the bed." he said and turned fully around, his hair not even a bit wet from the water." You're so sweet to me. Can I do something back?" he asked. "I'm afraid not, M'lord." She said softly. "I am but a humble servant, and M'lord's father would be most displeased if I were to be given favors for my work." She said. "Is there anything else that I might do for you, M'lord?" He smiled and got from the tub and dried off. Smiling he held onto the towel, hiding his body a bit. Even though he had a fine body he was shy about it, very shy." C-could you wait outside, when I dress?" he asked her softly. "Yes M'lord." She said, dismissing herself from the room. She came to wait in the corridor. This was maddening. Her thirst was building. And yet she could not quench this thirst for two more nights. She waited ever so patiently for Jack to come out, so that she could receive her next orders. He dressed up in the nice outfit she had readied for him. He looked dashing in that outfit, especially with his hair loose, so he kept it down. Smiling he stepped out and looked at her. "Thank you for waiting. " He said and started to head out to the kitchen. "Hey I promised my dad to make brownies, want to help out?" "But of course M'lord." She said. Human food disgusted her, but in this guise she had no choice. ’M'lord, please forget not that your fencing lessons are at noon." She reminded, softly. He smiled. "Oh that's true..." he said and thought deeply. "I'll do the brownies later on then..." he said and looked at a father clock. "Already ten..." he sighed before he got to the kitchen to get some milk. "If it pleases M'lord, I will make them while M'lord takes his lessons." She offered. He looked at her and then smiled. "That'll be lovely!" he smiled and spontaneous kissed her cheek. "Thank you!" He smiled and dashed off to get his armor already finished. She blinked in surprise. By the time she gathered her composure enough to say much, He was already heading off. She sighed and began to work. First she cleaned up the kitchen some. By the time she finished that, an hour had flown by. She began the brownies, frowning in disgust at the food items that went into it. She hadn't needed to eat human food in almost 2 centuries. Jack was cleaning his sword properly, he was so gentle to it. Soon it was noon and he got outside for his training. He was a very skilled swordsman already, but still not good enough, said his father of course. Soon the sounds of swords were heard. The young master was very quick, and it seemed as if he was dancing instead of fighting. Sweat ran down his face as he was attacking, no he was winning from his teacher! Once the brownies were in to bake she had nothing else to do but wait. And with that lack of activity, she began to dwell on her ever present thirst. She could feel how weak she was getting without having fed in almost a month. She wasn't fully sure she would be able hold out the last two days. Soon Jack came into the kitchen, with a bleeding hand. His teacher had cut it, in order to let Jack lose. He got some bandied and started to work on. "Ah, can you help me?" he asked her while looking back. "Sir David cut me...he did it on purpose..." he sneered. She could feel her stomach drop at the sight. The warm, crimson fluid, pouring from the wound. Her eyes grew dark with hunger. 'Be strong... Not yet...' Her mind said. "I... Yes M'lord..." She said with a struggling nod. She drew closer and took his hands, only to reveal that her own were icy cold and trembling violently. He looked at her worriedly. "You alright? " He asked her as he looked down at her. "If you can't handle blood I'll ask someone else to do the job. " The redhead looked down at her and was blushing a little. "No M'lord... I'll... Be fine." She said with a nod. She went to get bandages, her steps a bit less graceful than they were before. Furthermore, she came with bandages and a clean, damp rag. "Your hand, please, M'lord..." She said, quietly. It was all she could do to keep her fangs retracted. The redhead gave her his hand as she asked for it. He just stood there watching her closely. Then he got the feeling that she wasn't what she seemed, but strangely it didn't scare him at all. He winched a bit when she cleaned the nasty cut. She cleaned it as quickly as she could, but still did it right. She quickly wrapped his hand. "There, M'lord..." She said with a slight curtsy. "Is there anything else that I might be of service for?" She asked. He looked at her and shook his head slowly. "No not really... Thank you for aiding me." he smiled and stroked her hair back. "Is there anything you'd like to do?" "No, M'lord. Other than to do my job, no. Your father would be displeased if I were to laze about." She said. She tried to avoid eye contact with him right now, because her eyes were still darkened by her unquenched thirst. He sighed and shrugged. "I'm going to lay down for a while, I insist that you get the brownies out and come rest with me." he said and turned on his heel, walking away yawning. "Yes M'lord." She said, quietly. She grabbed a potholder and pulled the brownies out. The scent was gross to her. She put the on the counter to cool, and then followed after Jack. He was undressing already in his bedroom. He just got from his shirt and put it over a chair before he got back to bed. Truth to be told he was feeling a bit under the weather. Had been for a few days, but was scared to tell anyone. Arabella took a seat in the corner, not speaking, as it was obvious that he needed to rest. Her dark eyes gazed about the room to find something to distract her from what her instincts were telling her to do. Jack was restless. Slowly he developed a fever, which was soon raging through his body. Sweat ran down his forehead as he kept on turning and tossing about. Sometimes he even spoke in his sleep. She pulled herself out of the corner. She put her hand to his head and recoiled. His fever was much too high. Much without thinking, she bent, her icy breath gentle on his neck. She knew his fate. This fever would kill him. But she would do it first. So pressed soft lips to the skin in the base of his neck. "Farewell, M'lord..." She whispered softly, then allowed her fangs to puncture his flawless skin. She had every intention of feeding until he was dry and dead. But no... Something stopped her short. Very short. She pulled away, to look at the human. The icy breath cooled his body a bit. It WSA nice to feel a bit relieved. When her fangs entered his body he gasped out, his eyes growing widely. When she pulled back his neck was still bleeding, his pillow sucking it all in. His vision got focussed again, and he looked at her. "M-MA-maria.... Bella..." he gasped out. Her eyes were a bit lighter. Had she done that? ’M'lord. Open your mouth." She said softly. If she's done what she thought she just did, she was in a world of trouble. She had a feeling she did, because the wounds on his neck were already healing. Slowly he opened his mouth, two sharp fangs blinking in the pale candlelight." W-what's happening?" he asked scared. He felt sick as his body was dying, only to change slowly into a vampire. "By gods... That's not good. Listen to me... You're changing... You're becoming what I am. Furthermore, you'll need to feed soon, but you can't feed the same way I do." She said softly. He blinked. "W-what?" he asked her and sat up. "What do I do?" he was terrified, he had no idea how to feed. "Nothing yet. I need you to stay calm and stay in this room. Do not leave. I'll be back." She said. Jack nodded and just stayed in bed, his vision was weird. He heard things that were so soft, it was all too odd. He closed his eyes and rested back. And with that, she left. She searched the halls for a servant that she could feed off of. She couldn't risk leaving yet. After having found a victim, her hunter's instincts kicked in. It was a quick death, as she drained her pray dry. Soon she came back to his room. "Tell me... M'lord. Do you feel a bloodlust?" She asked, needing to know. When she stepped back in he felt his heart beating fast. At her question he nodded. "Yes..." he whispered, his eyes had turned into a bright crimson as he looked at her. She came to his bed. "Listen to me... For the next two months, you must tell me when you are thirsting. You cannot feed directly from a human yet..." She warned, as she sat on the edge. "You must feed from me..." She said, lifting her chin, exposing the pale flesh of her neck. Jack nodded and looked at her. "Alright." he whispered and got to her neck, kissing it lovingly, he could hear the blood in her veins. It turned him on so much. Soon he sank his teeth into her soft skin. He drank the red liquid like he never did something else. Soon when he was full he pulled away and looked at her. He kissed her wounds before stroking her hair. She was surprised, but didn't let it show. "I'm sorry I've done this to you..." She whispered. Remorse. Something she hadn't felt in over a century. She had made him one if the eternally damned. He looked at her and stroked her hair gently. "It's okay." he whispered before resting back and looking at her. She nodded. "We have to leave soon... I can't promise I'll be able to stave your hunger off if we pass one of the servants. We need to leave." She said weakly. He nodded he understood. "I know..." he whispered and then looked at her. "But what about my father?" he asked her softly. "He'll notice and come after me." "We have no choices. If you stay, vampires will come after you. You're a newborn by our standards. They will try and annihilate you, to eliminate competition." She said. He nodded. "I would do that too." he whispered and looked at her before getting up. "Well then, let's travel light." he said. "We can take two horses with us." She smirked. "We won't need them. You are now twice as fast as the finest bred steeds, M'lord. When you changed, your abilities enhanced." She said with a nod. "We do however need to procure two black, hooded cloaks." He got from the bed and stretched out. He did feel stronger and different. Smiling he got to the closet and pulled out two cloaks. "These will do." "Perfect." She said with a nod. "So, tell me... How did the feeding feel for you? Some newborns get sick the first time." "I feel fine." he said and looked at her. "It turned me on actually..." he whispered before he held his stomach. Then he looked at her. "I think I'm about to get sick..." "Pooh, uh... Breath deep and try to hold it back. Otherwise, you will have to feed again before we leave." She said, coming over to him. He did what she told him to do and breathed in deeply. Slowly he felt a bit better. He nodded and looked at her. "I'm okay..." he whispered "Okay... Good." She said. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Come sit down. I need to make you aware of the customs, rituals and etiquette of our kind..." She said softly. He nodded and sat down beside her. The crimson glare had disappeared, and his icy blue eyes looked at her. "Please, proceed." "Okay... Here's how we live. First, now that you are a walker of the night, for the next two months you are considered a newborn. You possess more strength that the typical vampire, however you are weaker in that you can only feed from the one who changed you..." She said softly. "After the 2 months, you are considered full and no longer have to feed from me. In fact, you may not feed from another vampire after the two-month mark, accept for one reason." He nodded and smiled and looked at her. "Alright.' he said and looked at her. "And that reason is?" he asked her softly. "You see, we vampires have a system. We mate for life. When one feeds from another after the newborn phase, they are initiating the bonding rituals. Should the other involved allow it, then begins courtship. First the two must face each other in combat to see who has dominance. Should the male lose, then the courtship will end unsuccessfully. But if the male wins, he might feed from her again, and thereafter they are considered mates. They stay together at all times, and fight to the death for one another, need to be. They may also feed on one another when they please." He nodded. "I see..." he said and looked at her. His arms folded and looked at her. "And if I understand it well, the male his the base of every partnership?" he asked her as he looked at her. "More or less. However, It all hinges on the allowance of the female. If she disallows a male to feed on her, then he knows he's been rejected. Also, if a mated male is found feeding off of someone who's not his mate, the penalty is death for the male and the one he fed from." She said. He winched in pain, but understood it well. "Love is important to us?" he asked once more than smiled. "Finally... It matters." "Some of our kind prefer to use the term loyalty, but yes. It is very important. The very earliest courting can happen is upon the age of 3 months. That gives a newly full adult a month to establish himself within the clan." She said. He smiled and looked at her. "Okay. Is there anything else I need to know?" he asked her softly. He stroked his long red hair back and then realized, vampires had no soul thus no reflection. "Yes. One last thing. When we present ourselves to the clan elder, stay behind me, as no one will attack a guarded newborn. It's a matter of honor." She said as she stood. She wrapped one of the black cloaks around her shoulders. "We need to leave soon..." He got a bag and stuffed it with clothing he might need. He then looked at her with the cloak around him. "I'm ready." he whispered softly." You're my guardian and my teacher, I have to respect you." She grinned wryly. "Actually, by all rights, you have every right to hate me..." She said, "But it's much easier if you don't." "I don't hate you. In fact the last few days... I felt something for you. Obviously...." he said before looking at her. "I go without saying that I've grown fond of you... Otherwise, you'd be dead right now..." She said softly. She went to the window sill and opened the window. It was very high up, but nevertheless, she jumped, landing with a cat's grace. He looked at her and smiled. When she jumped out he got to the window, swallowing when he figured out he had to jump. He then closed his eyes and jumped, his warrior like body landing perfectly fine. She grinned. "You're adapting well. We'll stop come dawn and you can feed again. It will take about three days to reach the clan manor." He nodded and stood. "I'll just follow your lead." he whispered softly. He was ready to run. And so she took off. Her speed was great, and her movements were fluid and graceful as a dancer. She had the hood of her cloak pulled down over her head. The moonlight practically shined off of her pale skin. He watched her go and then took off with the same great speed. Soon he was right behind her and smiled. His pearly white fang showing. This was so lovely. Finally, sometime later, dawn came. She stopped at a small dry cave. "You'll have to stay here. I need to go feed so you can feed." She said. She pulled a dagger from a holster on her thigh, under her frock. "I need you to go in, so I can create a blood gate." Jack nodded and got in, making himself comfortable against the wall. "Good luck!" he said as he was feeling sleepy. "Okay." She said. She made a long slash in her palm, and let the blood pour across the entrance of the cave. "I'll be back soon. Nothing can get you as long as I'm conscious and that blood mark stays." She said, then took off towards the nearest town. He smiled and waved her off, soon he was curled up and fast asleep. He slept well he had no fear for anything. His attitude was changing, from boy to a man. About two hours later she returned, full enough to have fed herself, and to feed him. She came in and kneeled down beside him. "Jack... I back." She said, kindly, softly. He woke and looked up at here. "Ah welcome back, my dear." he smiled and took her into his lap. Ready to feed from her, but didn't just yet. He kissed her neck gently, thanking her that way before he sank his teeth into her skin. She could feel her pulse quicken as he kissed her neck. Then, when his fangs paced through again, she could feel that pulse pushing the blood to the surface, to his warm lips. She closed her eyes as the vampire's natural sedative calmed her. When he was done he kissed the wounds and held her closely. "Maria, Rest some, you've done enough for today. Tonight, we'll travel." he said calmly. He was sounding so much more mature. She noted that change in him and smiled calmly. "Yes... M'lord..." She said, drifting off in his arms. He was watching out for her and held her, soon he too fell asleep. She slept well in his arms and slept straight through the day. When finally sunset came, she stirred from her deep sleep. Jack was awake watching her wake. Smiling he stroked her hair and smiled. "Morning sunshine." he whispered. "Actually, it's good evening, but it works for me." She said with a slight grin. She looked out of the cave. "How hungry are you right now?" He shook his head. "NO, shall we continue?" he asked her as he looked at her with a sweet smile. "Yes. Let's." She said with a nod. She pulled herself up standing and pushed her ebony hair back over her shoulder. Furthermore, she picked up the cloak and put it around her, then offered her hand to help him up. He got up using her help. Then he got his cloak fixed before patting her shoulder. "Lead." he said as he waited for her to run off. She nodded and took off into the crisp autumn night. It was cool and the moon what almost full. "At least it's a good night to travel." He nodded as he followed her lead. "Yes... It is. And please, stop calling my Lord, I am not." he said and smiled. "Just Jack, please." She chuckled. "Sorry. I just kind of became habitual about it over this past month." HE smiled and briefly took her hand before nearly running into a tree. He dodged it with inhuman speed. Surprised he could do that he looked back at the huge thing. She looked at him. "Yes... By the way. Watch out for trees," She teased jokingly. He laughed family before dodging another one. "I'll mind my step." he said and looked ahead. They ran for a few hours. Suddenly Arabella stopped short. "Get behind me..." She said quietly. He nodded and slipped behind her and smiled. "What's going on?" he asked her softly. She wasn't smiling. "We've got visitors... We're our numbered..." She said. Sure enough, 4 pairs of glowing eyes cut through the darkness. Jack looked at the eyes and found himself not being scared, which was odd of course. His hand moved to the hilt of his sword, ready to defend himself. She looked around her. "Do not attack, Jack... We might be able to make it out without a fight. They still can't attack you when you're behind me. They can attack me, but not you... Yet." "I won't let them hurt my creator. That's for sure." he said and then stayed close behind her. His own cold blue eyes stared right back into the yellow flashy ones. "Listen to me. I know how to handle them. If you die now, there is no afterlife... You won't exist anymore. So do NOT make an attack on them, you hear me?" She was genuinely worried about his safety. "I won't attack, just defend if necessary. " He said and looked at her with a smile. "I promise. But when I die now, I won't mind..." he said. "But I'll feel sorry for you, you've taken care of me so well..." he whispered and smiled some. She looked at him. "I won't let you die... Those are the bonds that tie us. I'll fight with life and limb, as that is my reason. I've put you in this mess and I have to fix it." She said quietly. She looked around her. "We're going to try to run. From their energies, they aren't strong or fast... We have to out run them." He gave a nod. "Ready when you are." he whispered before smiling and took her hand, ready to follow when ever she would leap away. She looked and found the biggest gap between vampires and took off towards it. She ran hard, and could hear the other footsteps besides Jack's. HE ran faster and faster, trying desperate to out run them. It didn't take long before he got beside her, and it was obvious he was already exhausted. Luckily, the footsteps behind them were gone. "Dammit... I didn't think it would start this soon." Jack stopped running and collapsed, panting he lied in the soft grass, trying to catch his breath. "I-I need to rest..." he whispered. She knelt beside him gracefully and nodded. "Yes, rest... I'll watch over you." He smiled and slowly closed his eyes. His breathing slowed down AAS his body recovered from the running. Soon he turned onto his side and made sure his body was close to hers. And Arabella watched over him that whole time, never blinking and not moving an inch. When he awoke, she knew she would have to go feed for them. After a few hours he woke and sat up slowly. "Arabella... I-I don't feel that good..." he whispered as he felt his head. She looked worried. "Do you need to feed it is it something else?" She asked, looking him over. He shrugged and looked at her. "I don't really know..." he said and held his head between his knees to make the nausea go away. "Then he noticed he was hungry. "I think I need to feed." "Right..." She said with a nod as she looked around. She couldn't risk leaving to refill just yet. "Just feed from me now, and I'll go reefed once you're strong enough to travel." She said soft. Jack smiled and kissed her neck before biting, he drank just a little, so he would be okay. And indeed, after he had fed himself he felt better. We can travel now..." She nodded. "Yes... Let's get out of here... There's an abandoned inn about five miles west of here that we can lodge in. I'll go reefed, then you can fully feed." He gave a firm nod and stood up slowly. "Come on then." he whispered with a low voice. She nodded and stood, taking off. Sometime later the inn came into law. HE had followed her as fast as he could. He was slower than he had been, but he didn't really care, he just wanted to reach the inn. Finally, they arrived. "You can make yourself comfortable. I'll go feed." She said softly. He nodded and looked around smiling he found a quite large room and lied down on the bed, he had missed that. Smiling he looked at the ceiling. She nodded and left for a nearby city. She prowled the streets till she found her pray. The kill was quick... Too quick. She looked in the face of the person. "Damn." She cursed. It had been a trap. The prey had been brainwashed not to fight. Now she was back in an alleyway. She turned to see three vampires blocking her off. "Where's the newborn?" One hissed wickedly. "Yes... Tell us or you die..." A female said. The last one looked eager for a kill. Arabella stood her grounds. "I have no clue what you're talking about." she said. This pissed them off and they attacked. She dodged and stuck whenever she could. One drew a blade from the folds of his clothes and ran her threw the shoulder, only to have her run her claws through his chest and tear out his heart. About an hour later, she was roughed up, but they were dead. She sickly found another prey and then ran back to the inn. He had heard the insane hard shouts of the vampires that were slaughtered. It ached his head. Scared and hurt he sat in a dark corner of the inn, his lips bleeding from biting on it so hard. His hands still over his sore ears. He didn't hear her come in, he was like a child that was scared of thunder. When she found him, she drew. "Jack... Jack, it's me." She said soothingly. She was a mess. A bloody mess. But she was back. She came close to him. He looked up and suddenly felt worried. He stood and hugged her closely. "Shot...." he whispered. "Come, come and rest..." He took her down to the floor slowly and gently. "They hurt me with their screams, but I'm okay now.... Now that you're here, please, keep that blood and rest, let your body heal." "I'll rest, but you need to keep fed... If they attack, and I can't handle it, you need to have the strength to either run or fight..." She said, quietly. He smiled and kissed her neck before biting it gently, drinking only half for what he would need. He kissed the wounds after it and held her steady in his lap. His arm moved out to pull a blanket over their bodies. "I will defend you, I won't leave you alone." he said and stroked her soft hair. Gently he licked the blood from her face and hands before he let her rest in his arms. She curled up in his arms, resting her head against his chest. She felt safe. Finally, she let the embrace of sleep pull her under. She rested there in his arms. Her breath became steady and slow. He watched her like a hawk, no one would come near her. HE was really watching over her like a vampire lover would do. Some hours later, she awakened. The first thing she saw was his face and that made her smile. The wound in her shoulder was healing nicely. Smiling he looked at her before he kissed her lips. "How are you?" he asked her as he stroked her hair out of her face. "A little sore, but I'll be fine." She said softly. She nuzzled her head under his neck, content to stay in his arms for as long as she could. Smiling he held onto her and nuzzled her gently. "Arabella, will you stay in my arms? Even after I'm an adult vampire?" he asked her lovingly. She nodded. "Of course... When that time comes, I will eagerly allow the courtship." She said with a smile. He smiled and held onto her. "I'll try to be the best man you've ever had." he said before kissing her lips. "I will do everything for you." Even though some body parts shouldn't be working the way they would, Jacks one did. Aroused he held onto her. She blinked and chuckled. "Human or no, you're still a male." HE blushed. "I'm sorry." he whispered as he let his cheek run over her head lovingly. "It's okay." She said softly. She contently played with a strand of Jack's lustrous red hair. Jack smiled and held onto her. Her playing with his hair was so lovely. His eyes closed and he rested some now. And she watched over him, just as he had watched over her. After an hour he woke and kissed her cheek. "I'm up, honey. Shall we leave?" he asked her lowly. She grinned. "We might have to stay here. It's getting too close to daylight... You can't take that yet. That's another thing about having a mate. Once you've mated, the sun won't bother you anymore." He smiled and looked at her. "Han, I don't like bright lights anyway..." he said before holding onto her. "But does mating have to wait?" he asked her "To some extent. Affection can be shown, but nothing serious until your two months are up. It's code." She said. Sighing he looked at her. "But it means a lot to me..." he whispered before he made her look into his piercing blue eyes. Her face turned rosy. Her heart was hammering. "What the hell... We're already in trouble, why not stay in it?" She said with a grin. He smiled and kissed her lips passionately his hands touching her female parts shyly. She let out a little gasp. She hadn't been touched like that before. Furthermore, she had been to busy being a murderer with every intent of vengeance. Blushing deeply he looked at her. He hadn't done this ever before. "Y-you need to guide me..." "I'm clueless." She said innocently.(We will have to do a time skip here soon.) (I know! =o naughty us!) Jack blushed deeply before he started to experiment on his very first time as a man. He was soft and careful with her while touching her hoping it would please her. Sometime later, she laid curled up beside him. A grin graced her sharp features. "Wow..." She said, cheerfully. He looked at her, his face all sweaty just like the rest of him. "That was, so lovely..." he smirked before pulling her closer. "How was I?" he asked. "Could you tell that this was my first time?" She grinned and nodded. "You were amazing. And you weren't alone. That was my first." He blushed. "Really?" he smiled at her before hugging her closely. "You didn't act like one." He smiled before closing his eyes. "And neither did you." She said as she cuddled in close to him. She was comfortable and happy. He locked his arms around her and kept her closely." I love you... I can't wait until I'm an adult." he smiled. Her smile was one of positive radiance. "And I love you." She said softly. He sighed happily before closing his eyes and falling asleep. She soon drifted off with him. Hours later, she awoke, to see that it was dark. He had been awake for a while and had watched her sleep. She was so lovely. She looked up at him. "Hi there." She said with a grin. "Did you sleep well." He nodded and smiled. "Best I had in a long while." he said and looked at her. "Ready to go?" he asked her lovingly. She nodded and reached over for her clothes. "Yes. We need to get to the headquarters soon." He got into his clothes and brushed his hair back and smiled at her. "Come, I'm ready." he smiled and kissed her. She nodded. "I'm ready as ever." She said, having gotten fully dressed. He took her hand and got outside. "You lead." he smiled and was ready to take off with her. She took off and ran, enjoying the wind pulling through her hair. He was right behind her, holding her hand still, he was so happy. They traveled all that night without incident. "We have to find lodging for the day." She said. He looked around and recognized the place. "There is a cabin at the edge of the woods, it isn't used at the moment, go there?" "Yes. Lead the way." She said. He took her into his arms and ran off to the hut that was his own. Smiling he opened the door and carried her in."welcome to my summer house." he said and put her down. She grinned. "It's very nice." She said as she looked around. "And convenient too, for our location." He smiled and closed all the curtains in the entire building, it was small, designed for two people." Well then, want to rest in a bed?" he asked her with a smile. "That would be nice." She said with a smile. She slipped her hand into his hand. Gently he took her upstairs and led her into the master bedroom. He let go of her hand gently and started to strip from his clothes. He wasn't shy anymore now. She just plopped down. She was tired right now. "How are you on feeding?" She asked. He nodded. "I can keep it down and begin to like it." he smiled and got to bed laying down slowly." Why do you ask?" "Because... I know this isn't the idea lifestyle, but I want you to be happy." She said softly. He smiled and kissed her. "If you stay around me, I can't be sad." he said and smiled, holding her closely. She smiled gently and nestled in close to him. "Thank you, dearest... That's all I need to hear." She said softly. He smiled and held onto her. "Good..." he whispered before nuzzling into her. He covered them up and nipped at her ear lovingly. "I love you...." She giggled a bit, then gave him a light love bite on the neck. "I love you too." He smiled and held her closely. Then he closed his eyes and relaxed a bit. "Hymn..." he smiled enjoying himself She was happy and comfortable in his arms. She had decided she would rather be with him than anyone else. She closed her eyes and drifted into a gentle slumber, laced with pleasant. He smiled and soon fell in a light slumber, his arms steady around her waist as he slept with her. A couple of hours later, Arabella was awoken by a faint presence. Someone was here. She shook Jack's shoulder gently to get him awake. "Jack... Wake up..." He woke and felt it too. Quickly he gt dressed and got his sword. He looked at her and made sure she would be okay. She looked at him. "Please... Do not fight whatever is coming. I'm supposed to protect you." She said. "I will fight." "If it's one of my maids it's better that I do the talking." he said softly. Then he opened the door curiously and peeked out. Arabella was right behind him. Much to her surprise, there was what appeared to be a young girl, no more than 12, standing out there. But she was not human. Not now anymore. Her eyes were crimson with thirst and tears rand down her face. "Mommy... I want my mommy... They're going to get me..." She cried. Jack frowned and looked back at Arabella. Jack then recognized the little Gil. "Anna!" he whispered lowly. "What are you doing here all by yourself?" "Momma's gone, Jack. Someone came and bit her, and she wasn't breathing, and then they got me, and they bit me once, but then let me go. I'm scared, and don't feel good. It's so cold." She said, trembling. Mariabella's eyes went wide. "Oh no..." Jack took the child into his arms and hugged her tightly. "It's okay Anna, they won't hurt you... I'm here now..." he whispered and held onto her. He looked back at Arabella and was wanting to ask her something before he heard a cabin falling over downstairs. Anna looked terrified by the news. It was too loud for her ears, now that she could hear so much better. "I want my mom..." She whimpered, burying her face in his shirt. Mariabella looked at him. "I'm going to see what's up. You stay here and try to calm her down." He took her to the bed and sat down with the girl. Stroking her hair and holding her close, explaining that her mother wouldn't be there anymore, but that he would take care of the little girl. Downstairs the attackers were still searching for Anna. Arabella intercepted the attackers. "You've got five seconds to leave here and never come back... Otherwise, I will tear you heart straight from your chest..." She hissed viciously. Anna looked up at him. Her once brown eyes were now bloody crimson. "It's so cold here..." She whimpered. "And I'm really thirsty... I wasn't until before I got bitten." The intruders backed up. "The girl isn't worth this..." one said and dragged the other with him and got out, running away like weasels. Jack looked at her. "I know, sweetheart I know...." he whispered. "Bastards... Cowardly bastards!" She called. Once she was sure they were gone, she came back upstairs. Anna looked towards the door, just before it opened. Mariabella sighed. "Damn them... Cowards." She muttered. She looked to Jack. "Looks like she's in the same situation as you... Except that the ones that changed her have turned tail..." He looked at her worriedly. "But what do we do? We can't live her to die?' he said before looking at her then back at Anna. "I know." Arabella said. "And right now, I'm the only one who can let others feed from them... We'll have to stay here until at least one of you gets past the newborn stage. I can't feed both of you and travel. And I'm not going to let either of you go without." She said. He looked at her and sighed lowly. "I can fill up at once and then go without one time feeding." he said. "We can't stop here, they know newborns are at their grounds." he said. "We can't risk that. It's very dangerous for either of you to go without a feeding. The only other thing I can think of is that we keep traveling, and I'll feed you both. I'll walk as much as I can, and if you two have to, you can go ahead." She said. He shook his head and looked at her. "Then I'll carry you." he said and looked at her. What a mess... "I guess... If it's a last resort." She said. "Now... I'm going to go hunt quickly. Then you both can feed. Then we can leave." She said softly. "Jack, you'll have to keep her calm. If she gets too upset or over active, she can be dangerous." She warned as she headed for the door. Jack nodded and held Anna closely. "She's going to get us food, don't worry." he smiled and kept her in his steady arms." Just stay still okay?" Anna nodded. "I'll try." She promised. However, it was a bit harder than she thought. Each sound made her jump. She was so uneasy. Mariabella took of into the night to hunt. Jack held little Anna closely to his chest. "Shot, here, try to focus on me, and nothing else... There's nothing that will harm you anymore." Anna nodded and buried her face in his shirt once more. "I'm scared Jack... I couldn't hear like this before..." She whimpered. He held her tightly. "I know sweetie..." he said and stroked her hair. "I was scared too..." Sometime later, Arabella arrived back. "How is she?" He had managed to rock the girl asleep. "She's sleeping now, but she is scared to death due all the new sounds." he whispered. Gently he stroked the long hair of the little girl and laid her down on the bed carefully. She nodded. "I can't blame her. Had I been a child, I'd have been terrified too." She said softly. "I'm afraid we do have to wake her up though. She needs to get her first feeding in as soon as possible." He nodded before smiling some. "I'll wake her." he whispered. He gently knelt down beside the girl and smiled. "Anna, wake up, we've got something to drink for you." he whispered. Anna woke up. She nodded weakly. "Okay..." She said softly. Mariabella came to the bedside and sat, so that Anna could get to her. "Just drink until the thirst is gone." Anna nodded and took to her throat as though she had done it a million times before. Her small fangs paced the flesh, and she fed til she was full. She pulled away. "Thank you." Mariabella nodded, then looked to Jack. "Your turn." She said softly. Jack smiled before got to the other side of her neck. Kissing it lovingly before sinking his fangs into her. He drank until most of the thirst was gone."come, I'll carry you to our next rest spot." he offered. She nodded. "Thanks..." She said quietly. She felt very tired by this point. "Anna, come, we're going somewhere else." he said as he picked Arabella up in bridal style, holding her close to his chest. Arabella drifted off into a deep sleep. Anna nodded. "Okay... So where will we go, Jack?" He smiled and nodded. "We'll head the way I was already heading to, just follow me, okay?" he asked her and started to head out Anna followed right behind him. Arabella was out cold still. He managed to get to a huge mansion. He had no idea if it was right. "Arabella... Are we there?" he asked her softly. Arabella said weakly. "You'll have to put me down, and stay behind me with Anna..." She added. He nodded and put her down carefully, taking Anna's hand quickly. "Stay with me okay, Anna?' he asked the girl, holding her closely. Marbella walked forward, and pushed the door open. Upon entrance, they could see hundreds of eyes on them. "C'mon... Let's go." She said, softly. "Once we get you two registered, they won't be able to get you at all." She said as she walked towards a hall. He lifted the little girl up, protectively before following the other quickly. He felt odd, everyone was looking at them, it was so strange. Arabella led them to an office in the back. She knocked and was cleared to enter. So they went in. The woman seemed to know exactly what she was after, and had two neat piles of paperwork on the desk. "Thanks, Charlotte." Arabella said. The one called Charlotte nodded. "Just fill them out, and I'll file them." Jack stayed well behind his love and smiled slightly. He stayed silent and got his eyes fixed on his elder. Arabella got to work filling out all the paperwork. It took about an hour. When she finished them, she slid the papers across the table to Charlotte, who began to file them. Jack looked at Arabella and smiled slightly. Soon everything would be perfect, for the two of them. When he wanted to put the child down he noticed that Anna was fast asleep in his arms. With a small smile he still held her. Finally, the papers were filed and the two newborns were legitimate. That meant that others could no longer attack. Mariabella smiled. "We're home free." She said with a smile. Anna just slept contently. He smiled at her and nodded. "That's nice." he said before looking at the little one in his arms. "Can we rest somewhere? Carrying you and looking after Anna wore me out. Arabella nodded. "Yes. Here... I think I can carry her for a bit. There's a place we can go." He smiled and carefully handed the little girl over. "Please, when I rest, feed yourself, just for you. You look tired.' he said worried. "I will." She promised. She was tired. But she'd be fine. "So let's go." She said with a nod as she walks towards the door. He smiled and followed her. He knew she must be very tired." Maria, thank you for taking us in." he whispered. She smiled softly. "I'd do it a million times over if the need arose." She said as they walked. "It's nice not being alone anymore. The night is always the darkest when one stands alone..." He smiled before taking the girl over in his arms and smiled at Maria. "But still... Why did you bite me in the first place?" he asked her lowly. "I... Your father has caused much pain for my clan. My original intent was to take you from him, and cause him the same pain, but I could not kill you... I'd grown much to fond of you..." He blushed and smiled. "You did take me away from him, I bet right now...that he's looking for me." he said. "But he won't find me..." he chuckled. She nodded. "If he does, chances are, he'll kill me just as he did the rest of my clan. My brother, sisters, mother, aunt, and cousins." She said. He shook his head. "I will not take my first love." he smiled kissing her ear quickly. She grinned contently. "Well let's hope it never comes to that." She said as they moved along. Sometime later, they arrived at a large, deserted manor. "This is the manor of the Vampire clan I am of. Until you and Anna, I was the last." She said softly. "This will be our home." She said. She looked to him. "And once you're full-grown, and you've mated me as yours officially, then you will become the clan leader." He was feeling home already. HE looked at her. "Mn, I'll like that... But being a clan leader...doesn't that mean that we have to, you know, get more 'kids' ?" he asked her as he followed her in. The place was gorgeous. He couldn't wait to be in the clan seat, with his girl next to him, playing leader of the clan. "See that's the beauty of it... Some clans, to expand, go where death looms in waiting. When a human's will is not to die, we can smell it, and save them from the end..." She said softly. "Like you. You went to sleep with a fever that night... Had I left you, you would have died." He looked at her and smiled. "So... I have to thank you?" he asked her with a giggle. Then he felt the girl in his arms move. "Oh, let's get her a room." he whispered. She nodded. "Follow me." She said as she entered the house. She led them to a beautifully decorated room, adorned with lush blue and green curtains, bed settings, and carpet. The bed was large and the mattress soft. "This used to be my room." She said with a reminiscent grin. "Now it will be hers." He smiled and gently put the little girl to bed. "Sleep well, my little vampires..." he whispered in a tongue he didn't know at all. He covered her gently before he stepped back. "Show me our room." he said, stretching out a little. "I'm tired..." She took his hand and led him to the main hallway and up a flight of steps. She stopped at a pair of exquisitely carved oak doors, which she pushed open. Upon doing so, she revealed a positively massive room. The decor was black with blood-red. The bed was much larger than any normal bed, and the mattress was filled with the softest down. The bedding was thick and soft, filled with equally soft down and made of black velvet. In two corners of the room, there were huge, almost chair like cushions that could easily seat two people, laying down. They were black velvet as well, with red embroidery. The curtains were of fine red silk, and the carpet was lush and soft. "It's beautiful, is it not?" She said with a smile. He looked at everything and smiled. The new vampire walked around and eventually touched the bed, his own blood-red hair matching the red in the room. "Han, it looks so gorgeous." he said then turned to her. "From now on, I'll try to do as you wish, because you saved me." he smiled then held out his arms to her. She smiled and moved into his arms. "All I wish is that you do as you please, and be happy." She said with a smile. "This is our life. Not mine and not yours. Ours." She added, gently. He closed his eyes and held her closely. "Our life is going to be great, our children will be great..." he promised her. "I will never betray you..." he said, lifted her up and put her on the bed."rest my queen, then feed." he whispered. She smiled wearily and nodded. She needn't be told twice. "Don't let me sleep past three hours before sunrise. I still must hunt." She said softly as she allowed her slender figure to stretch out on the extremely comfortable bed. "Goodnight, my love..." She said before she drifted off. He smiled and nodded, laying beside her, holding her lovingly. When it was time for her to hunt he woke her lovingly, with a soft kiss to her lips. Her eyes flickered open slowly, and she took a content breath. She sat up, not really wanting to leave this sanctuary, or her love. "I'll return quickly." She said, promisingly. She pulled herself up from the large bed. "How are you on your thirst?" He held her protectively for a while, as if it would give her safety. "My thirst is low." he said and looked at her. "Anna will need more anyway." he said. She looked him in the eye. "You better be honest. I will not be happy if you aren't telling me the truth." She said sincerely. He looked into her eyes. "I'm not that thirsty for blood, I just kinda miss the simple water." he said with a sigh. "Is there a way that I can drink thing humans can drink?" he asked her. "Yes actually. There is no harm in it. I could if I wanted to, as well. I just find human food reclusive by this point." She said. "Nothing's been stopping you for drinking water. It's just not required. Blood is required." He smiled. "Han, then get me a bit of blood, just for the hunger." he said and smiled. "Go before the sun rises." She smiled. "But of course, dearest." She said as she took her leave. She went out, hunted, and came back within two hours. Jack was walking around the mansion, exploring it as he did, looking at paintings that were hanging on the walls. Then he came at a picture that was covered in a white sheet. Carefully he pulled it aside and found a portrait of a man with long blood-red hair and steel blue eyes. Beside him stood a woman and a girl. His eyes widened as he realized that in that picture was him, with Arabella and Anna. Terrified he stared at it. Arabella searched for Jack and found him. "Oh... You found that picture." She said. "You look as though you've seen a ghost." "H-how can this be?" he asked her lowly. He turned to her, eyes still shocked and a pale face. "This is called "What is and what will be". It was enchanted by a druid long ago, and displays what is, namely, us being together." She said softly. He looked at her and smiled. "So...this will show us what's going on?" he asked her. He smiled. "Then it needs to be hung in the main hall." he said. He then slowly hugged her. "May I?" he asked softly as he kissed her neck. She smiled. "Yes you may." She said. He smiled but instead of biting he started to suck on her skin, leaving a mark. After a while he pulled away and smirked. "There.' She giggled some. "Pooh. Someone's playful, it seems." He smiled and nuzzled her. "I can't help it... I feel so lively here." he said and held her lovingly. She grinned. "I'm glad you're happy. That's my biggest cancer right now." She said. Then she leaned up and nipped at his ear lobe. He smiled and let her nip his ear. He was rather sensitive there though and ended up giggling and pulling away slightly. "That tickles..." he chuckled before poking her soft belly. She squealed. "That tickles more!" He chuckled some before holding her closely. "Then I won't do that for now..." he promised her with a soft smile. Arabella smiled softly as she rested against him. "Okay..." She said softly. There was no where she liked to be more, than in his arms. Softly he kissed her lips before stroking her hair. "Come, let's see how our Anna is doing." he smiled as he let his hand slide down her long and gracious arm and took her hand softly in his. "Yes." She said softly. "Let's." She added as she began to make her way to the room in which the young vampires still slept. He smiled as he noticed Anna fast asleep. He softly shook her awake. "Anna, wake up..." he whispered. The small girl looked up at him with her big brown eyes. "Hmn? Morning already?" she asked softly. Arabella nodded softly. "Your morning at least." She said gently. The girl sat up and looked around the beautiful room. She then slowly got up and hugged her 'new parents' "Thank you for giving me this room." she smiled happily. Jack held onto her and smiled. "I'm just glad you like it this much." he said before kissing her head. Arabella grinned. "I am too. This used to be my own room." She said. The girl smiled and looked at her with wide eyes. "Really?" she asked before clapping her hands happily. Then she blushed and looked at Arabella. "I'm hungry..." she whispered. Jack smiled and patted her head gently. She smiled gently and came to sit on the bed. "Alright. And it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's part of what we are." She smiled some and got into the girls lap. "May I?" she asked politely. She nodded. "Of course." She said softly. Anna carefully bit her in her neck and drank until she was full. Smiling she pulled away from her and kissed her cheek. "Thank you." she smiled and then got into Jacks lap gently. Who was resting on the bed and smiled some. "I'm happy we're together." he said before kissing both girls heads. Arabella smiled softly. "Yes... Anything is better than to be alone. But I lucked out." He smiled some and kissed her lips. "Don't worry... We'll begin with a new era for our clan." he promised. "As soon as possible." he whispered.((time skip?)) Arabella nodded and grinned softly. "Of course."(Yeah, but when too? The mating ritual?) ((till the end of the two months?)) (Yeah)Two months had come and gone. Arabella had fed Jack for the last time, and Anna was almost a full vampire herself. Arabella had been tired as of late for having to feed them both, but she'd never complain, because she was happy. They were a family. That was all she needed. At this particular moment, she laid in the bed, trying to get back some of her strength. Jack was counting down the time. When the last second of his 'baby phase' was over he smiled and got to Arabella. "There, now... I'm going out for a hunt, do you want something too?" he asked her with a small smile. He had been quite the gentleman with her. Always trying to make sure she was okay. Now that he was able to feed he would take care of her. She smiled softly. "Take care of yourself first." She said gently. "This is your first hunt... Enjoy it." He smiled and kissed her lovingly before getting out and went on a hunt. With a smirk he returned. It had been good, the pure blood tasted so much better. With a smile he wiped the blood from his chin as he made his way back home. Arabella was back asleep. For the time being, she little, almost no energy. It had been rough feeding both, but she didn't regret it. Not one bit. One Jack returned, she would try to go out and hunt. He carried a man with him. Knowing his love would be too weak to feed, So he just got her someone. As he returned to the bedroom he smiled some and gently woke her with a kiss. " I got someone for you to feed of." he whispered softly. She blinked weakly and looked up at him. "That's kind of you..." She said softly as she sat up. Jack always took suck good care of her. She leaned in and began to feed, feeling the emptiness that had threatened her for near two months. "Thank you..." She said softly, but more steadily, one she had finished. He smiled and stroked her hair. "Everything for you." he said and nuzzled into her. "How are you feeling, my love?" he asked her softly. His hands gently taking hers and nuzzled into her. "Much better, dearest." She said softly. She looked healthier now. Gently he kissed her and held her sweetly. "I'll feed Anna now." he promised as he softly kissed her once more. He couldn't wait to mate with her, but she had to be in top condition. She smiled gently. "You're really too kind." She said happily. "Thank you very much." She said, during her face in his shirt. She felt better just being with him. He smiled and held her. "I'm not too kind. I just want to take care of my soon wife." he said and kissed her head gently. "Now then, I'll feed the little Anna, and then I'll be back, okay my dear?" he asked with a smile. She nodded lightly. "Okay... I'll be right here." She said with a smile. She was still tired, but now that she was fed, her sleep would actually rest her. Furthermore, she curled up in the bed. Slowly he got up. His red hair had grown longer over the two months, and now reached his behind even when it was pulled into a ponytail. It waved behind him as he walked to the children's playroom. He looked at the girl that was playing with a rocking-horse. With a smile he got to her and knelt down. "Are you hungry, Anna?" he asked her gently. The small girl grinned. "Yes, actually." She said rather sheepishly. She tended to be hungry quite often. It came with being changed as a child. He laid the tail onto his shoulder, so the hair wouldn't get in the way. He bared his long pale neck to her. "Come." he smiled offering his blood for the first time to her. "Arabella is weak from feeding us both, so now I get to feed you." he explained with a tender soft voice. He had been acting like he always had, however this was more fatherly right now. She did as she was told and fed. In just two days time, she too would be of legitimate age to hunt for herself. He smiled some and suddenly felt the same arousing rush going through his veins. "Ah." he moaned as he pulled his coat down to cover the bulge in his pants. Of course, Anna was innocent, and thereby, very clueless. She finished and went back to playing. "Thank you, Papa..." She had taken to them as her parents. He smiled and nodded. "Have fun now." he said as he slowly stood up and blushed deeply. He turned, having his hair wave like a whip. Slowly he made his way to the bedroom, needing to know what was wrong with him. When he got to the bedroom he noticed that Arabella was resting, he wouldn't disturb her. She needed it. Silently he slipped back out and got to the study, where he tried to find anything that would tell him why he got flustered. On the study desk sat a book with a note on it. 'For Jack. You have questions, and this book will answer them.' The note said. Apparently Arabella had done some pre-thinking. The book was entitled 'The newly full Vampire'. He noticed the book and sat down, taking it in and smiled at the note. "Thank you." he said as he then flipped it open, reading the pages one by one, memorizing most things, even writing some things down. The book explained why he had had that little problem, with this passage. 'Male vampires often have a difficult time feed newborns, as the interaction of biting gives them the feeling of more 'pleasurable' human actions, such as love bites. So in theory, anything that bites a male will arouse him, be it female, male, or indifferent.' He felt stupid for not assuming such thing. With a sigh of relief he rested back in the chair, reading some more. However. The problem bugged him. He lied the book a side and took a deep breath, trying several non-pleasurable ways of getting rid of it. But when it didn't help at all, he decided to take it in his own hands. He made sure no one would walk into him before he did what he'd normally do. Sometime later, Arabella came to the study. She knocked before entering, as it was simple common courtesy. Jack had just finished off and was bright red in the face. Quickly he cleaned himself up before he smiled. "Hang on a sec." he said as he then got up to open the door. The scent of arousal still lingered in the room. And he was slightly embarrassed for everything. She only smiled sympathetically. "Not easy making the change to full vampire, is it?" She asked softly. She could never think ill of him. He smiled back and shook his head. "No...not really." he said with a chuckle." I was rather confused while feeding Anna, I thought my brain had turned to mush, and I turned in some kind of a pervert." he said with a sigh. "Thank you for laying out that book. It helped me a lot." he said and then kissed her forehead. "To be honest, it felt like the first time hi had a...y'know what teens get when they are old enough to.... Y'know..." he said tad nervous. She just giggled lightly. "Just as long as you maintained control in that situation. It happens. It's one of the hitches of being a male of our race." She said as she moved over to him, hugging him. He nodded. "Figured that out." he chuckled as he hugged her back lovingly. "So.How are you feeling? Did that rest did you well?" "I'm well." She said with a nod. "I feel almost back to one hundred percent right now." He smiled and nodded. "Good...good." he said and smiled at her. His blue eyes looked over at her and smiled. "I'm glad you understand the vampire male body so well... Because I have the feeling I need to discover everything again." She grinned playfully as she rested her cheek on his chest. Her breath was chilled as it gently touched his skin. "Anytime and anything for you." He smiled as he leaned against the desk carefully. "Hymn." he smiled and kissed her gently. "Thank you, my love." he said as he softly nipped at her ear. She giggled lightly and gave him a little love bite on his neck. He whined at the love bite and chuckled. "Don't do that!" he chuckled. "Or I'll have to do it all over again..." he laughed. Then he held her closely to his body, somewhere hoping she would be the one doing it all over. She grinned. "Hamm... SO I guess this would be out of the question?" She asked, then left another little love bite on the other side of his neck. He moaned lowly into her ear and even bared his neck for her. "May-be." he said as he held her tighter against him. She grinned and gave him two more. "He-he... Someone's liking it..." He didn't speak and just moaned with a lot of pleasure. "Hymn..." he murmured before he gently rubbed her behind. "Now he wants something more..." he said and smiled. "I think that could be managed." She said softly with a little wicked grin.(I GTG) ((Kay speak to you later ^^))Jack smiled and lifted her up in his arms before walking from the study with her to their bedroom. She giggled some. "I feel kind of like a princess, swept off her feet by her knight in shining armor." Smiling widely he held her. "You are a princess..." he said before laying her down on the bed carefully. Then he smiled and kissed her lips. She grinned and kissed him back. The taste of his lips made her happy. Slowly he smiled and caressed her skin. "May I make you mine today?" he asked her softly. "I've been yours from the start, but of course." She informed with a huge grin. He smiled and nuzzled her. And so began their night long mating ritual. Their clothes tossed all over the place as they made love to one other. It took Jack hours for get the real satisfaction that he was waiting for. When he got that he smiled and panted slightly. She knew this was but the beginning though. Next he must feed from her, and a battle would issue. There would be now taking it easy, as mating instincts of a hunting animal would take over. She was breathing heavily. Her hands touched any skin they could. "You're amazing..." She said softly at the end. He stroked his long red hair from his face and lied next to her. "No...you are..." he whispered as he kissed her lips. His hands softly touched her skin, wanting to feel it. She smiled as shivers ran the length of her spine at his touch. "You do know what comes next, don't you?" She asked softly. She knew he probably wouldn't enjoy the fighting part. Furthermore, she wouldn't either. But instinct would take over. He nodded. "I feed, then we fight." he said as he looked at her with a weak smile. It didn't take long before he sank his teeth into her neck and sucked some blood from her. Then he tried to calm down, keep his senses. But yet it was lost hope. Soon he hissed at her as he got up. Managing to get into some pants as he looked at her, his fangs bared. Seeing that, she got into her clothes quick. Her eyes were narrowed in predatory defenses. "So it begins..." She said as she circled. He slowly stepped backwards, making sure she wouldn't attack from behind. Slowly he made his way to the hallway." And it'll end soon..." he said as he kept his now blood-red eyes on her form. Her lips curled in primal glee. "We shall see... So prove you're a man! Prove your dominance!" She said, coming after him. When she came to him, he blocked her attack, his hands clawing into her soft skin he had touched so lovingly. With a fierce movement he tossed her away. "No problem." he hissed. She landed much like a cat, the charged him again. There was a soft growl coming from her throat. He then charged at her as well. His hands moving forward as a steel fist. He was ready to do some serious damage to her. "You shall bow to me!" he hissed. "Only if it's earned!" She snarled. "For I am no man's plaything!" She shot of at a violent kick aimed for his side. The kick came in hard, causing him to flinch. Then he just kicked back at her, his full body weight in the attack. She was slammed into a wall. She tried to pull herself up, but that required being able to catch her breath, which she couldn't. Furthermore, she was a sitting duck. He looked at her and smirked. Grabbing her hair and made her look up at him. "Are you done yet?" he asked as he roughly pulled her up. She managed a snarled, but it was more like that of a kitten. "You tell me..." She hissed.(I GTG) ((k)He frowned and slapped her full in the face. "Bow!" he ordered. "I'll not..." She declared, decidedly. HE let her go with a fierce throw and looked Angel at her, he was willing to slap her again. And she was willing to stand firm till he proved he was worth the mating. Right now was complete instinct. She would not back down. He suddenly cast a blow towards her. "You shall bow to me!" She fell to the side. Arabella glared up at him insolently. "I'll not be broken... Not yet..." She whispered as she pulled herself up, leaning against the wall. HE grabbed her by the throat but didn't strangle her. "You will, very fast." he said with a smirk. The red in his eyes had softened, and slowly the blue irises came back. "Think'st thou?" She said with a smirk. "Prove it..." He then worked her to the ground and got onto of her. Soon he was about to raise his fist, but then in mid-action he lowered it and kissed her lips. His instinct wasn't as strong as hers yet. His eyes had become their normal selves again. She kissed back. In that single action, she was broken and his. Worriedly he pulled away. "Did I hurt you?" he asked her, his hands feeling the skin gently. "I'm sorry..." he whispered. She looked at him, a gentle smile passing over her face. "No... And besides, it's instinct of our race... You couldn't have overridden it." Slowly he got off her and pulled her up. "I'm sorry... Still." he said as he hugged her gently. "Never, ever again..." he said. She just smiled. "You won't have to... I'm officially yours." She comforted. HE smiled back at her and kissed her lips again. With a sigh he slowly stood up before he helped her up as well. A lightning flash lit up the house and soon thunder followed. "Oh dear..." he said as he looked around. Soon soft sobs could be heard from the children's playroom. Anna was terrified for thunder. "Daddy!" she whimpered. "Let's go..." She said softly. She started to walk towards Anna's room. He got to her and picked the little crying girl up. "Hush Anna... It's good... It's all good..." he whispered rubbing her back gently. Arabella sighed softly and pulled the curtains shut. "We won't let anything harm you... Ever." The girl clung to Jack as he sat down in a chair, hugging her lovingly. Anna slowly came to a stop but when lightning struck again she hid into his chest. Jack looked at Arabella and waved her over. She came over, with a blanket for Anna. He pulled Arabella into his lap as well, wrapping his two girls and hugged them both. "Shhh..." he hushed them. He had found out that he had the power to move things, slowly he managed to open the curtains so they would be able to watch the lightning. Arabella grinned softly. She wasn't afraid. She used to be, back when she was a human child, but not now. Furthermore, she hummed a soothing tune for Anna. Soon Anna was fascinated by the electric storm. She even fell asleep in her parents arms. Smiling he looked at his lover and kissed her. "She looks a lot like us... I used to be scared of it as well..." he said and smiled. "It's natural to have been afraid of something that sounds so much bigger than yourself." She said softly. Nodding he rested back, pulling Maria closely to himself. "I love you..." he whispered as he watched the lightning flashes. "And I love you..." She said softly. She rested her head against his chest. Furthermore, she was a bit tired from the ritual. It didn't take long before Jack was yawning and dozing off a bit, holding his girls tightly. She fell asleep in his arms, and slept deeply. She was exhausted. Slowly he sank away to a steady rest. His head resting upon Anna's gently. Arabella slept for hours. She was tired. Exhausted. She woke UO the next night. Jack had closed the curtains again. He, too, was exhausted from the ritual. He slept on with Arabella, Anna woke up though, looking up at her exhausted parents. Arabella woke sensing someone awoke. "Anna..." She said with a slight grin. "Is something wrong?" Anna nodded. "I'm worried... You and daddy had a fight yesterday, right?" she asked as she looked up at her' mother' "Oh um.... That wasn't a fight because we were mad! Just... Exercise." She said with a nod. "You needn't worry. We love each other very much." Anna then smiled before she nuzzled into her. " I love you too!" she smiled before she slid out of Jacks lap and started to play with her toys. When he didn't feel the weight any more he shook up. When he noticed his little girl playing he smiled and cuddled back with Arabella. "Hmn, how did you sleep?" he asked her with a tired yawn. Gently he stroked Maria's hair and kissed her lips. "Wonderfully, dearest." She said with a content grin. "I feel great right now." He smiled and nodded. " Alright..." he whispered tiredly. " I feel rather tired, still. Is that normal?" he asked her a bit unsure about his body still. "Yes. Don't worry. You'll be tired for a little while yet. When instincts kick in, a lot of energy is consumed." She said softly. He gave a nod before he closed his eyes again. With a soft yawn he rested some more. "I love you..." he murmured to her. "I love you too..." She said softly as she curled back up and went to sleep. She was tired still. A few hours later Anna carefully woke Arabella. "Mommy... I'm hungry..." she whispered. She woke and smiled softly. "Of course." She said kindly. She pulled herself up from her seat and knelt down on the floor so that Anna might feed. "Soon you'll be able to hunt of your own accord." She said with a grin. The girl nodded before drinking from her mother gently. She knew that Maria was tired, so she didn't drink much. Jack soon woke and looked down at them with a smile. "Morning." he yawned. After Anna was finished, Maria looked up to Jack and smiled lightly. "Good morning, dearest." She said softly. Cutely he rubbed his eyes before looking at his girls. He smiled as Anna got to him, hugging him lovingly. "Did you both rest well enough?" he asked them softly. "Yes, thank you." Arabella said with a nod. "And you?" He nodded. " Yes, I've slept lovely." he smiled before standing up slowly. "I'm going out to hunt, I'm thirsty. Should I bring you something too?" he asked her. "No... I can do it for myself." She said with a nod. She had to stay slightly independent. Instinct kicked in. He smiled and nodded. "Okay my love." he smiled and kissed her lovingly. Slowly he stretched out, before fixing his clothing a bit and moving out. It took him a few hours before he got something to eat. When he had just finished he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, causing him to pass out for a few moments.

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The Raio camp.

Note to players Spoiler Hide There will not be an IOC for this camp, do all rolling here. I'm not doing an IOC because we usually abandon it anyway. If you want to say something IOC just put "O.O.C." before it. The Big 16Spoiler Hide • 1. What game system are you running? Damp;D 3.5 • 2. What 'type' or variant of game will it be (i.e. "Shadow Chasers" or "Agents of Psi" for d20 Modern)? What is the setting for the game (e.g. historic period, published or home-brewed campaign setting, alternate reality, modern world, etc.)? Core rules. As for the setting, the world is called Open, the world has various landscapes and possibilities, nothing is in disparity, like usual Damp;D settings. • 3. How many Players are you looking for? Will you be taking alternates, and if so, how many? 2 pcs • 4. What's the gaming medium (ROOTS, chat, e-mail etc.)? ROOTS forums, right here. • 5. What is the characters' starting status (i.e. experience level)? 1st or equivalent • 6. How much gold or other starting funds will the characters begin with? Nothing, all you have are the rags on your back. • 7. Are there any particular character classes, professions, orders, etc. that you want... or do not want? What are your rules on 'prestige' and/or home-brewed classes? Only the three generic classes per the Unearthed Arcane with no multiclassing penalty, yet all prestige classes are still available, just let me know if you need some special class ability to qualify. No home-brewed. All can come from a book with Dungeons and Dragons on the cover. Or must give me the rules on it on some freely accessible site. • 8. What races, subraces, species, etc. are allowed for your game? Will you allow home-brewed races or species? 'Prestige' races or species? Any race that has a language or speaks a language, for anything nuts, talk to me, we may be able to work something out. • 9. By what method should Players generate their attributes/ability scores and Hit Points? I prefer organic roles (organic as you role them out best 3 out of 4 seven times on the site in this thread) but if some prefer they can do 24 point buy as laid out in the Dungeon Master guide pg 169. For hp, your first level is max, all other you need to roll out here or in another die rolling thread you can link. But I also trust you guys, so if you want to have some dice next to the keyboard and roll at home that's cool too. • 10. Does your game use alignment? What are your restrictions, if so? You can be of the nine alignments • 11. Do you allow multi-classing, or have any particular rules in regard to it? You can multi class if you want to, no penalty. • 12. Will you be doing all the die rolling during the course of the game? Will die rolls be altered, or left to the honor system? If players can make die rolls, which ones do they make, how should they make the rolls, and how should they report them? Using the forum die roller is best if it’s something you do, “I search the room for gold. Search: 1d20” If there would be no reason for you to know about it, I’ll roll, I will never roll for you, if your character needs to roll something I will ask you to do it, do not always expect an explanation • 13. Are there any home-brewed or optional/variant rules that your Players should know about? This is a very bare-bones game. All the rules are in place except having to do with multi classing. • 14. Is a character background required? If so, how big? Are you looking for anything in particular (i.e. the backgrounds all ending up with the characters in the same city)? You do not have a character background. From the start of the camp your past history is irrelevant. You can say you came from some other country on the other side of the world and have whatever background there. But nothing will have an effect on the current game, if you were rich you somehow lost it all, if you were a king or something that kingdom was destroyed then some wizard cast a spell to make all who ever heard of it to forget its existence... get the picture? • 15. Does your game involve a lot of hack camp; slash, puzzle solving, role-playing, or a combination of the above? This game is totally character driven, I encourage you to make choices instead of being guided to the next event. Adventure in role-playing, puzzle solving, socializing are all out there. Just go our there and get it. • 16. Are your Players restricted to particular rule books and supplements, or will you be allowing access to non-standard material? What sources can Players use for their characters? Damp;D 3.5 core and supplements only, plus the expanded psionic supplement that I have allowed (Hyperconscious: Explorations in Psionic) The World Spoiler Hide The country is called, Disdain, ruled by the queen Aryan. There are ten major cities. Fortress, the nations' capitol, where the queen's seat of power lies and headquarters of the nations' army. By far the richest city in the land. Wayland, the city on the shore, is a trading and shipping town with a seedy underbelly. North hope, in the far north, where the mages' guild has their college and headquarters. Duran, a mining city that is home to the fighters' guild headquarters. Men, a city to the far east that sits among many ancient even ruins. Newsome, the armor and weapons capitol of the country, if you need good equipment go to Newsome. The Elves have their wooded home in Summers eve, the dwarves are high in the southern mountain in Stone deep, The Gnomes are in the southeast at Truffle, and the orcs have settled at Blood cross. All the cities are heavily populated with the associated race, but all others races are welcome, as to law laid down by the queen herself for all cities within her domain Characters Spoiler Hide Parker Kuzzault NOW You are in a 20x20x10 dungeon beneath the queen's Castle in Fortress. The only entrance is a gate that is lowered shut by a pulley system with one-inch square holes spacing the wrought iron. There is one other individual with you in the chamber, a chamber pot, two piles of hay, two wooden plates from your last meal and the clothes on your back (if you choose to have them). Go. Map of DisainSpoiler Hide IOC:Spoiler Hide I'm going to go with a Centaur. There is a level by level breakdown in savage species I will be following starting on page 161. I'll use the DMG stats if they're better than the ones I rolled. Highlights - Has hooves Proficient with Mighty Composite Longbows and the Heavy Lance 40 Feet Movement Medium Sized (until LA. 6) Dark vision Starting Ability Score Adjustments: +2 DEX, –2 Int. Gains Str. Con. And Wis. By advancing in Centaur through level 6 Question: Can I attack with Hooves and a weapon all in the same attack? Would multi-attack or other feats make this possible? Kuzzault nibbles on some of the hay. IOC:Spoiler Hide Really looking forward to starting this campaign. The concept is pretty cool, and I love sandbox style. That said, LET'S DO THIS! How did I get to where I am? I introduce myself to the person if we've not done so already. I will investigate the pull eyed door, and test the portal to see if I may be able to lift it. (just checking to see if it would be possible, not executing yet) Spoiler Hide waiting to see if Stark will reply, if not may scrap this camp unless you really want to do it. Spoiler Hide IOC: Sorry, I was sitting on my hands because I thought we were waiting on Never Sleep to answer about the space/Star Wars possibility. I never subscribed to this thread, so I didn't notice new posts. A Raptor an Warrior is ready to go (RP-wise). Spoiler Hide IOC: Should I re-roll? If not, find Parker through the link. Kuzzault is here:Spoiler Hide Obviously not really started out numbers-wise yet, but will work on it tonight. We should be able to get rolling no? Kuzzault is a lesser Centaur. Centaurs who've achieved greatness pride themselves on their sturdy and hefty build (are large sized). Kuzzault, obviously hasn't achieved this at all (he is medium-sized). The first thing you'd notice about Kuzzault (as a human observer) is his unusual horse/human body, then a very sad set of deep brown eyes. He is "naked" in that his male torso is not clothed, and his horse bottom - as is tradition - remains uncovered as well. Only those who have proven themselves in the community earn the right to wear battle armaments. Kuzzault has earned no such honor to this day." Greetings" - He says to his cell-mate, what winged creature is this? - He thinks. Many Centaur proudly remains hidden from common populace and resent sharing the company of other 'lesser' creations. The Centaur are often thought of as 'mythical' and 'awesome'(in the traditional sense, causing wonderment and awe). This has lead the society to independence and self-import when among the common races. Spoiler Hide @ Never, your centaur will be able to do one attack with a weapon and then attack with the two hooves at the end of his centaur progression. The hand/weapon attacks will progress with character levels. @Stark, we can still talk about a space camp. But if we want to go ahead with this one, after a little character interaction the first event will begin. I should be able to use them both right away I think(in a full attack action), at -5 unless I take multi-attack. From the monster manual glossary:Spoiler Hide Manufactured Weapons: Some monsters employ manufactured weapons when they attack. Creatures that use swords, bows, spears, and the like follow the same rules as characters, including those for additional attacks from a high base attack bonus and two-weapon fighting penalties. This category also includes “found items,” such as rocks and logs, that a creature wields in combat— in essence, any weapon that is not intrinsic to the creature. Some creatures combine attacks with natural and manufactured weapons when they make a full attack. When they do so, the manufactured weapon attack is considered the primary attackunlessthe creature’s description indicates otherwise and any natural weapons the creature also uses are considered secondary natural attacks. These secondary attacks do not interfere with the primary attack as attacking with an off-hand weapon does, but they take the usual –5 penalty (or –2 with the Multiattack feat) for such attacks, even if the natural weapon used is normally the creature’s primary natural weapon. I should be able to use them both right away I think(in a full attack action), at -5 unless I take multi-attack. From the monster manual glossary:Spoiler Hide Manufactured Weapons: Some monsters employ manufactured weapons when they attack. Creatures that use swords, bows, spears, and the like follow the same rules as characters, including those for additional attacks from a high base attack bonus and two-weapon fighting penalties. This category also includes “found items,” such as rocks and logs, that a creature wields in combat— in essence, any weapon that is not intrinsic to the creature. Some creatures combine attacks with natural and manufactured weapons when they make a full attack. When they do so, the manufactured weapon attack is considered the primary attackunlessthe creature’s description indicates otherwise and any natural weapons the creature also uses are considered secondary natural attacks. These secondary attacks do not interfere with the primary attack as attacking with an off-hand weapon does, but they take the usual –5 penalty (or –2 with the Multiattack feat) for such attacks, even if the natural weapon used is normally the creature’s primary natural weapon. I should be able to use them both right away I think(in a full attack action), at -5 unless I take multi-attack. From the monster manual glossary:Spoiler Hide Manufactured Weapons: Some monsters employ manufactured weapons when they attack. Creatures that use swords, bows, spears, and the like follow the same rules as characters, including those for additional attacks from a high base attack bonus and two-weapon fighting penalties. This category also includes “found items,” such as rocks and logs, that a creature wields in combat— in essence, any weapon that is not intrinsic to the creature. Some creatures combine attacks with natural and manufactured weapons when they make a full attack. When they do so, the manufactured weapon attack is considered the primary attackunlessthe creature’s description indicates otherwise and any natural weapons the creature also uses are considered secondary natural attacks. These secondary attacks do not interfere with the primary attack as attacking with an off-hand weapon does, but they take the usual –5 penalty (or –2 with the Multiattack feat) for such attacks, even if the natural weapon used is normally the creature’s primary natural weapon. Spoiler Hide that's fine with me, 2 hooves and a punch on a full attack Spoiler Hide May I take the Raptor an Fighter Racial Substitution level? (Row p162) Essentially I trade heavy armor proficiency for the ability to glide, and, at 5 HD, fly while carrying a medium load. All else is the same as Fighter, or in Parker's case, Warrior. Parker Parker is a feathered and winged humanoid with talons at the ends of his arms and legs. He wears simple clothes, thin leathers, close-fitted. Parker responds, "Greetings, be you friend?" Spoiler Hide Yea, you can take the substitution levels. Spoiler Hide All you do know why you are in prison, but it is 100% trivial and irrelevant, all that matters is that you are there. (trust me this won't be the situation for long at all) "Given the situation, any companion in this hell shall be considered friend." Spoiler Hide Ah, prison. I recall a time when my character let your character get raped because he wasn't polite enough, Dakotan. This time you're the DM and my character probably won't end up a Paragon. Parker Parker responds, "You may call me Parker, friend. From where do you hail?" "I rode with my brothers in a private sanctuary, but I fear I am far from home. I am inclined to ask you the same. A friend is none, until you share history."IOC:Spoiler Hide I've decided that my high wisdom low int mythical centaur will be speaking in idioms, metaphors, axioms, allegories, and parables... LOL. Enjoy :-) "My tribe resides in [insert remote mountain range here] and it's time for me to make my way in the world. This is not the start that I expected. Are friends such because they share history across the fire or because they've made history together?" ALLKuzzault tests the door and finds it too heavy to be lifted without the machine designed for that purpose and also realizes its locked somehow. In mid-conversation a portal to Baker opens up and a scrapped up demon jumps out smelling of fire and brimstone kneels down in weariness, and looks at the centaur," give me your blood, mortal, and you will be granted a boon" IOC:Spoiler Hide I need to know what the relationship between centaurs and demons are before I can make a decision, or speak, for Kuzzault. 1. Assumedly Demons are all evil in this world right? 2. Assumedly the greatest majority of Centaurs are neutral right?(I haven't committed to an alignment yet, as I prefer the characters to shape themselves in the actions they take in game - If anything, leaning towards lawful neutral) 3. Would the demon be likely pulling a trick? What does "blood" mean?(if you need to make knowledge checks for religion or planes, Kuzzault would have none, and has an int mod of -2 - you can roll privately) I assume a lot of this would be common knowledge right? Does he really mean "soul"? 4. Does it appear as though the Demon could be easily destroyed at this moment?(is he just scrapped up, or visibly on the brink of death?) Spoiler Hide centaurs are as they are in the monster manual 3.5, and for any knowledge on demons you would have to do a knowledge roll for Kuzzault. (I never roll for people unless its rolls that you should not have knowledge of, and do all rolling in this thread). And you are free to interpret what he means by blood, that is something that you will have to figure out on your own unless your knowledge check is good enough for you to know that (I seriously doubt it will be because that's a ridiculously high roll). And there is no common knowledge about demons, as people don't usually interact with them. And he does look pretty messed up, as if without someone's help he may die on his own. IOC:Spoiler Hide Was granted permission for 1 more re-roll on stats: (4d6b3)[11] (4d6b3)[12] (4d6b3)[17] (4d6b3)[8] (4d6b3)[16] (4d6b3)[11] (4d6b3)[13] Hey Never, can you delete your extra posts Spoiler Hide And Stark, if you want to reroll its we can, and I am still up for doing a space camp of a sort if you two like, this camp is not too old to scrap. Int Rolls:What is that thing?(the demon)(1d20+0)[10]What do I know about demons?(1d20+0)[18]Do I know anything about that rift, or about whatever is beyond it(Baker was said, but I feel like Kuzzault may not be knowledgeable on this)?(1d20+0)[15](especially considering that Centaurs tend to be loners who don't care much for being in an outside world)Does the beinglookevil? If he looks like a bruised supernatural/godlike warrior (and he doesn't know it's a demon), Kuzzault would be inclined to help. Based on his respect and high-held opinion on war and combatants. "What sort of heroic warrior be you? Name your cause, and I may be of service. Although... I'm not sure how much simple blood would help you, in your condition." All Spoiler Hide Result of knowledge checks for Kuzzault What is that thing? You are not certain what it is, but it does have a sinister look to it with all the horns and spikes and such, and it just left a fiery plane. From all the lore you've heard this thing is most likely a devil. What do you know about Demons? That they are evil. That they are known for causing havoc wherever they go, they have no code of honor, and delight in the pain and suffering from others, and they come from the chaotic planes of the Abyss. Devils on the other hand are the evil lords of divine retribution. They are bound by their word to fulfill whatever deal they make with anyone. But with any and all deals they attempt to get a soul either by directly asking for it or leading the mortal down a path where the devil can attain the soul as part of the deal. Best bet to avoid dealing with them at all costs. About the rift, before it closed you saw mountains and lakes of fire, a sky as dark as pitch, and when it opened you were instinctively afraid of it. You instinctively feel that wherever that was, it was bad and evil. It fits what you have heard about Baker, where devils dwell. (About the rift, before it closed you saw mountains and lakes of fire, a sky as dark as pitch, and when it opened you were instinctively afraid of it. You instinctively feel that wherever that was, it was bad and evil. The being looks like he does in the picture I posted, but without the sword. Big horns, horns on the back, red skin, sinister demeanor)The Being hears Kumquat and responds,"My cause is to bring this world to heel and rule it with my dark hand, an event that will come to pass with your help or no. But you two are in luck, for I am in need. Willingly give me your blood and will give you both a boon and make you lords of the realm when my rule comes to be. But know that if you do, I will have even more use for you and if you please me your rewards will be great." How far apart are we from each other (PCs) and from the devil? If we're close to each other and potentially be unheard by the beast:Spoiler Hide "Friend, today we share history. There is a natural order to this world, and this demon seeks to overturn it. Join me in ridding this plane of this potential dictator." Pauses a moment to wait for any sign that Parker is with him/ready..... Then charges at the demon. If they are easily to be overheard. Spoiler Hide He looks to Parker for a moment with a scowl and posture that should relay his negative opinion of the demon's proposal, waits for a sign of reaction, then charges. Pending Parker's reaction to continue. Parker simply glares at the beast and turns the glare on Kuzzault momentarily as he speaks to the beast civilly. Spoiler Hide I assume Kuzzault could have taken his cue from Parker's reaction had I posted it sooner. Parker sneers and says to the beast, "You must take my blood from me, for it will not be given freely. Begone beast!" Parker also attacks. Initiative:(1d20+2)[11] All Roll initiative And I will give you the turns. The Battle map Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[18]initiative.(1d20+6)[15]3 STR, 2 charge 1 bad. All Spoiler Hide unit order: Demon Kuzzault Parker Demon makes 5 footstep to 3b and begins grappling with KuzzaultSpoiler Hide @Kuzzualt, I need two grapple checks and a fortitude save Grapple checks, 1bab, +4 for being a quadruped.(1d20+8)[23](1d20+8)[13]Fort save(1d20+2)[19]Kuzzault shuddered to make full contact with the devil. His equestrian legs helped him hold his ground. I should get a roll for an AOO, as I'm considered armed with my hooves. I'll take the roll from earlier for it? Right? AllKuzzault swings on the demon as he comes in, but the demon rolls around it and grabs Kuzzault by the neck, and then pins him do the gate. The demon opens his mouth wide and begins to drink of the centaur. The centaurs eyes roll into the back of his head then closes. Kuzzault only Spoiler Hide Kuzzault you are currently unconscious. It is now Parker's turn. Parker punches the beast:(1d20+5)[10]Nonlethal damage:(1d3+4)[7] All Parker punches the demon in the back, but to no effect. The Demon then turns a hand to Parker and flicks his wrist. An unseen force reaches for Parker Spoiler Hide Parker, make two grapple checks Grapple:(1d20+5)[14]Grapple:(1d20+5)[16] All Parker is wrestled then pinned to the far wall by an unseen force. The demon drops Kumquat, and he crumples to the floor still unconscious. The demon then turns his full attention to Parker,"it didn't have to be this way"says the demon then he lunges at the pinned Parker. Spoiler Hide Parker, make a fortitude save Parker's Fort Save:(1d20+5)[12] All Parker falls unconscious Parker and kuzzault wake up some time later feeling very drained and weak, but functional. They look upon each other and see terrible scarring on their necks and bruising on their bodies, with black lines coursing from the wounded area that are obviously veins. At any attempt to move they feel sharp pain. But through all this they notice the heaps of debris that obviously came from the large hole in the wall opposite the gate. From just looking they see it leads off into a passageway of some sort.Spoiler Hide The two of you have contracted the affliction of darkness. It gives you -2 to STR, DEX, ac and attack. And throughout the day, about once a minute, you will have excruciating pain that paralyzes you for one round, with a 50% chance to happen once per encounter. Parker struggles to his feet (assuming that's possible) and gestures to the opening, "Shall we?" "There appears to be no other choice." Upon stretching his legs and testing his stride..." Do you feel this pain that I do? It is as if my soul has indeed returned to Kermit." Spoiler Hide Edith being of course the God that Centaurs revere. I can change the name to whatever is setting appropriate if you have that info for me. Edit: for Kermit. Kuzzault begins to investigate the tunnel. Spoiler Hide walking and the like are not a problem, you guys are just really aches all the time. And I think you mean Kermit, and yes centaurs worship the normal deities, in fact all the DnD gods are around. Parker follows and responds, "It seems the whole of me is pain. We're alive, so I have no complaint." Parker obviously struggled and worked through the pain. All You get to the passage, and you are at a T shaped intersection. To the left of you there is a door twenty feet down the way, to your right you have another wooden door about 40 feet away, but the hallway turns to the left at that door. The hallway is made of worked stone, and is dimly lit with some sort of light that is just seeping in from above, it is easy to assume that these halls are pitch black at night. Parker looks each way, then says, "Let's try the turn at the end there," pointing to the right from the T,"You never know if there'll be guards through those doors." "First instincts are trustworthy." He falls in behind Parker's lead and asks,"Be you a warrior? Did you best the Devil?" "I failed. I only lasted long enough for the beast to turn its attention to me," Parker responds, eyes cast down. "I seek to be a warrior, a great defender for my people, but I have yet to prove myself." "A warrior is only as good as his cause. It appears you are already a great warrior." Parker doesn't respond. He's not rude, but he is obviously modest and won't agree. What do we see at the end of the passage to the right? Where does the tunnel lead from there? Do we hear anything through to door? All When you turn the corner a rat stops, then begins to come at you. Spoiler Hide Roll initiative And an attack and damage Spoiler Hide Further down the way you see the top of a steel ladder built into the stone and a vast room beyond, you hear running water, if you want to hear what's behind the doors, you will have to go up to them and make a listen check. Initiative(1d20+4)[7]Attack, Hoof(charging if possible)(1d20+4)[8]Extra +2 if ChargingDamage(1d4+2)[6](1d4+1/2Str) Parker Initiative:(1d20+1)[13]Parker punches the rat:(1d20+5)[16]Nonlethal damage:(1d3+4)[6] All Spoiler Hide Remember your STR AND your attack score are -2. I recalculated your attacks The rat runs at Parker and bites and scratches his face, and only manages to be annoying. After the both of you attack him, but he dodges all the attacks.(Both of you feel within you an urge, an urge to force your affliction on the rat. To make it the rats problem and not yours) Parker attempts to grapple the rat, hoping for some sort of transference of the affliction:Touch attack:(1d20+2)[14]Grapple check:(1d20+2)[15]Further Grapple checks, if necessary before Parker's next turn:Spoiler Hide Grapple check: (1d20+2)[6] Grapple check: (1d20+2)[13] "This plight is unnatural, I'll not inflict it upon another being, even a rat." He says this out loud in slight anguish as he struggles to deal with what has just happened to him. He takes no action if they are entangled in grapple, but attacks the rat intending to kill it if it is not grappled when his action comes up.(1d20+1)[13]attack(1d4+1)[5]damage All Almost without warning, a darkness surrounds the rat for a moment, then it screeches in pain. Spoiler Hide Parker, you know your desire to afflict the rat came true, you actually felt the darkness rise from you and strike the rat, almost too quick to possibly see, as the rat screeches you are almost overwhelmed with pleasure, and afterward you feel fine. (Your negatives are gone, you are no longer achy.) You still have the severe bruising, but it has lessened, and you still have the "black vein" thing, but it has also lessened noticeably. Am I able to tell anything about what happened? If I'm able, I'll be trying to kill the rat with my rolls, even after he puts it down. Spoiler Hide Just to explain, Parker trusted his gut, he wasn't seeking to do harm, and wouldn't have done it if the rat hadn't attacked. Spoiler Hide Just to explain, Parker trusted his gut, he wasn't seeking to do harm, and wouldn't have done it if the rat hadn't attacked. All The rat falls limp (presumably dead), if you walk forward to the ladder you see it leads below to a stone walk way that extends to the left and right and along the walls. In the middle of the lower room is a large pool of running water that flows under the far wall to a place you cannot see. On one of the walls is another ladder that leads up to an opening and into another room. On the same wall as the other ladder is a crank in the wall. "With respect"Kuzzault coup de gas's the rat under his hoof, with a staid expression. Would it make sense visually that the ladder below leads to our level, potentially to the other end of the tunnel we're in? If so Kuzzault suggests that we check out the other side first, as we are not chasing that devil. Parker nods and, pondering, asks, "Did you have the urge to put the curse upon the rat? I assumed it was a gut instinct." "Indeed I did. If what I feel in my soul is indeed an affliction, I do not wish it on another soul. Even vermin do not deserve to feel as this. As such, I resisted the same urge that you must have felt." Parker casts his eyes downwards, "I am shamed. I trust my instincts, but perhaps that was truly the curse, seeking to corrupt my soul." "Do you feel differently now?" Parker nods, "I succeeded, somewhat. The pain is gone, but this," pointing to the black vein, "has not completely gone."IOC, Off-topic:Spoiler Hide Dakotan, what are you up to tomorrow night? I've got my first night to myself in a long time. My wife will be otherwise occupied until the wee hours, and someone else is watching my son. Spoiler Hide @ Never, and it may be cool for Stark to read it too I don't understand your question about the room. You are in a tunnel right now, ahead of you is the top of a ladder built into the stone. Imagine that you are walking to the top edge of a large box. At the bottom center of the box is a pool of running water that leads out of the bottom of the opposite side of the box from you. There is a U shaped walkway around the pool. On the Right side of that U is a crank in the wall, and ANOTHER ladder leading up to ANOTHER tunnel on the right side. The other tunnel is at the same height as the one you are in, but you can't get from one to the other without flying, teleporting, or spider climbing. The logical way to do it is, you climb down the ladder next to you, then walk over to the other ladder, and climb up. @Stark Tomorrow night? What Time? Spoiler Hide Not sure, I still have to figure out the car situation. I think evening until I have to pick my wife and her friend up downtown in the wee hours of the morning. I'll get back to you in a bit with more details. Parker makes his way down the ladder and swims toward the crank. Here is the map for the place the ladder leads to below the tunnel you started in. No swimming required, do you turn the crank? Spoiler Hide Spoiler Hide Oh yeah! I'm with a centaur, he's not going to do so well with ladders. Parker looks at Kuzzault and, barring any negative reaction, turns the crank. Kuzzault, unable to use the ladder, begins to make his way back to the other tunnel." I am unable to continue this way. Godspeed." Edit: does say that, then waits for the crank to turn. Spoiler Hide Dude, just use the ladder If the DM says I can, I will, but I'm pretty sure it says explicitly somewhere that they can't use ladders. He is 15 feet away from Parker as he pulls the crank. ALL Turning the crank is rather difficult, but Parker pulls it off, as he turns it he hears chains snapping down on the inner wheel as it turns until he can't turn it anymore. He knows that if he lets it go the crank will unfurl whatever was just coiled up. Was there a sound that came from somewhere nearby that coincided with the turning? Is there anything nearby we could prop the wheel with? Listen check:(1d20+0)[16]2 Wis, -2 affliction Spoiler Hide The affliction give a -2 to STR, DEX, attack, and ac. Nothing else. And you are generally in pain, with the chance of painful paralyzes. You heard what I said you heard Spoiler Hide I'm just going for it, I haven't posted because I don't understand why we haven't proceeded. Parker lets go of the crank and steps back. All When Parker lets go of the crank if unfurls quickly, you both hear the chains jangle as they loose, and you hear a loud slam in the next room, possibly the one that ladder 2 leads to. Parker looks toward the sound, and then to Kuzzault when it stops, "We should probably proceed quickly, now." He scrambles up the ladder. Kuzzault follows. Parker enters the passage at the top of the ladder. What does he see? All There is 10 ft then another ladder. The next room is equal in size to the room you just left, except there is no water, just a solid floor. As you enter, to your left is a large steel door, with no visible way of opening it, as you see no hinges. Parker says, "Maybe I closed that door with the crank. Or maybe it opened until I let go. Let's check up the ladder before trying to get through this door." Barring negative indications from Kuzzault, Parker proceeds up the ladder. "Sounds good"Kuzzault follows along, Spoiler Hide I am not going to facilitate your every action, feel free to state your intentions, for ex: "I go back into the previous room and turn the crank", if there is a problem with any action or an interruption trust that I will let you know. Spoiler Hide I misunderstood. I thought our path went like this: Ladder from crank room, tunnel to steel door room with another ladder. I was waiting to see what was up the second ladder. Furthermore, I see now I was mistaken, it goes ladder from crank room, tunnel to second ladder, room with steel door. Parker asks Kuzzault to remain at the steel door, and he returns to the crank. Parker will pull the crank some of the way and wait for feedback from Kuzzault. Assuming this opens the door Kuzzault should explore the other side, hopefully finding a way to keep the door open when Parker releases the crank. If that doesn't work we should check the pool of water.Spoiler Hide Does that sound like a good way to move us along? I'm guessing Never Sleep won't have an objection, so we now need information from the DM, yes? Sounds like a good plan. Kuzzault stays at the door while he goes to turn the crank. All Spoiler Hide Sorry I should've mentioned there was not a third ladder As Parker turns the crank, the door does slowly begin to lift. As mentioned before turning the crank is difficult. KuzzaultAs the door raises what do you do? KuzzaultShouts, "The door is lifting open! I'm going to check it out. See if you can keep the door open while I'm in there, I'll be quick! With that he ducks inside the door immediately searching for contraptions that may keep the door open, or something to prop the door open with. A stone chair perhaps? How heavy does the door look? He's obviously also on the lookout for any danger. Parkers you get the door to the fully open position you struggle to hold it there. Spoiler Hide Make a strength check KuzzaultAs you attempt to move through the open door, the mind-blowing pain of the affliction of darkness hits. Spoiler Hide You are paralyzed (for one round)with the door over you, you may attempt a balance check (at a big negative) to try to stay standing, but you cannot move or talk. Parker STR check:(1d20+4)[9]Parker shouts, "This is pretty hard to keep up. Let me know if I can let go." Kuzzault attempts to keep his footing as his body writhes in pain. Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[12] +3str(- accounted for) minus whatever negatives you have To STAND!!! IOC:Spoiler Hide RIP Horse-man.... Parker Can't hold on any longer and releases the crank! Spoiler Hide Make a reflex save and another strength check to catch the crank! If you want Parker's Reflex Save:(1d20+2)[20]Strength Check:(1d20+4)[24] KuzzaultThe door begins to crack down, then an inch away for Kuzzaults fallen body, it stops, then starts back up again. Past the steel door is a 20 ft by 10 ft hall, that ends with a door. Spoiler Hide Kuzzault is no longer paralyzed but is prone Parker catches the crank then cranks it back up Parker says, "Hey, I almost dropped it. This is really hard, you need to tell me when I can let go. Are you there?" KuzzaultScrambles first out of the way of the door, then to his feet (hooves). The door almost fell on me! Why don't you let it down for a few minutes? Then raise it again in a few minutes. There is a door here! Parker says, "Sorry! That sounds good, let me know when you're clear." Parker waits for the all-clear and then lets the door down. He counts to 500 and opens it and calls out. Clear! He then pounds twice on the door before wheeling around to address the unknown door. Kuzzault ambles up to it and listens carefully on the way for anything unusual.(1d20+3)[14]If there is nothing unusual, Kuzzault slowly opens the door. KuzzaultAs you open the door halfway you see two Kobolds launching spears at you. Spoiler Hide Make a reflex save to slam the door shut and block the attacks Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[18] +6 usually, -1 for (-2) DEX Kuzzault slams the door! If that was successful, he readies an action to hoof them as soon as they open the door. Unless Parker hears the tussle, he's checking out the pool of water where if flows out of the room. He doesn't go in the water, but he'll stick his arm in to see how far down the wall goes, if he can't see. Listen:(1d20+2)[18] KuzzaultKuzzault successfully closes the door in time to deflect the spears. A moment (a round) passes and the Kobolds do not open the door, though you did hear some movement. Spoiler Hide What do you do next? Continues to wait? Parker Parker doesn't hear anything. Checking the pool, the water goes down about 5ft, and flows out into what seems to be another room. The wall doesn't go down any further than the level he is standing on. Parker sits by the crank and watches the water. He opens the door, fully expecting to need to slam it shut again. If they are there but with no thrown weapons, he'll charge them. KuzzaultAgain spears are launched at kuzzault. Spoiler Hide You may shut the with a reflex save or risk the spears then go on the offensive He risks the spears and charges in!(1D20+4)[7](-2 total from afflicted, +2 charging, +4 bad+STR)(1D4+1)[4]damage Spoiler Hide Kuzzault, roll initiative [ROL]1d20+3[/ROLL] +4 DEX -1 affliction Spoiler Hide Need you to redo your initiative roll Spoiler Hide My bad. Didn't notice that one. (1d20+3)[18] KuzzaultThe two spears fly past you and miss you by much. It is your turn. Spoiler Hide are by the door you can be in either square, this is a 10 by 20 hall, it stretches down pretty far and is lit as well as the other areas. (1d20+4)[5]+2 charge, -2 affliction(1d4+1)[5]DamageKuzzault Charges The One on the right! (and ends up close to the wall) KuzzualtKuzzualt's charge on the kobold (k1)fails, and the kobold bolts to the far corner (1,0) and slings a bullet that nails Kumquat (1 damage). The other kobold does the same but to the opposite corner (7,0) and slings a bullet as well, but it goes wide and misses Kuzzault completely. Spoiler Hide Another charge! (same one. Did he threaten AOO when he moved out of my range?)(1d20+4)[18]attack(1d4+1)[5]HOOF damage Same mods as before. Spoiler Hide He did not inspire KuzzaultYou rush in and take out the one Kobold, but the other slung another bullet at you, you are hit in the back. (-1 hp)Spoiler Hide you still feel the urge to pass on your affliction (1d20+4)[8](1d4+1)[4]Charge! (1d20+2)[8](1d20+4)[21](1d4+1)[4](1d4+1)[5]Attacks again if in melee, full attack 2 hoofs. KuzzaultKuzzault charges the kobold, and misses with his attack, then it goes for its sling, Kuzzault strikes at the kobold to try to stop him but misses. The kobold smacks Kuzzault in the head with another bullet(-3 hp) and doesn't move. Then Kuzzault punches him out. Spoiler Hide You are out of initiative The room has a scantily made fire pit in the middle of the room and a cooked rat on a spit. On the wall next to the door is a large lever. No doors out except the one I took in? Kuzzault reels in pain, then tries the lever. Spoiler Hide Actually the hallway goes down some ways, you actually can't see the other end. KuzzaultYou pull the lever, and you hear the sliding and grinding of the outer door lifting. Spoiler Hide that's the one I came in through right? If so: Kuzzault calls out for Patrick, letting him know the way is clear. Spoiler Hide Listen: (1d20+2)[22] in case he needs it. Parker goes up the ladder and proceeds to and through the doorway. Surveying the scene he commends Kuzzault and picks up any weapons and other useful gear in working condition. Kuzzault will also be picking up some form of weapon. No armor here would be built for him, obviously. All The kobolds weapon are small but consisted of two slings and two spears, they had no armor. They had a total of 55 bullets for the slings, 27 gold, and an odd looking gem of some sort. The hallway you guys are in goes down quite always, so far you can't make out the other end. Parker divvies up the weapons, takes the gem and offers Kuzzault the gold. He looks down the hall when they're done and says, "Ever onward." He proceeds with Kuzzault. Kuzzault:"Waste not want not. It appears we are bound to each other for a time." Kuzzault suggests that he trail behind, as he's worse for wear at the moment. He will be brandishing the sling and bullets from back here. To Patrick:"What say you of the nature of that gem? I have not an eye for such." Spoiler Hide Parker, not Patrick, Never Sleep Parker takes the lead carrying a spear. He responds, "I know little of gems, but I thought it polite to accept the gamble it represents instead of pushing it on you. If we split up, and you get free, you'll have money for a bed and some food while I may be trying to sell a bit of polished glass. Then again, I could end up with more than the coins you're carrying. Either way, if we get out together we'll split whatever we take on our way. Fair?" All The two of you walk down the long hall and see nothing of particular interest. At the end of the hall there is a torn apart gate that leads directly to the outside (but you don't see a landing outside of it), and to the direct right of that gate, going up the wall to the right, is a stone staircase that leads to a heavy steel door. Can we reach the stone staircase? Does the steel door open easily? By "outside" do you mean cliff face, or could we just walk away? ALL The stone staircase is right in front of you basically, walking up it to the door would be easy. If you check the door it is locked. If you check the open gate, once you go past the gate you are standing in an opening that looks like a large pipe. If you look over the edge you see a large lake. You can see land as far as the eye can see. Prairie fields, paved roads, dispersed woods, the birds are singing and a the sun is shining, and it feels like fresh spring. Can we hop into the lake safely and swim away? All Spoiler Hide Roll a wisdom check(1d20+1)[9]Kuzzault is most interested in the open air. He'll be investigating the pipe area, and gauging whether or not he'll be able to jump down into the water safely. If it looks unlikely, he'll be making a STR check to open the door forcibly. He'll ask for assistance from Parker as he does.(1d20+2)[13](already factored for affliction) Parker's Wisdom:(1d20)[5] AllParkerfrom looking at the drop you think is pretty far down and that the fall would hurt or kill you. KuzzaultYou are pretty sure the fall would be fine, even fun. Spoiler Hide Parker is a Raptor an, he should be able to glide down. Spoiler Hide He can, but if he just purely jumped it, that is what he believes would happen. He always could just glide down. DM Only Spoiler Hide Parker's max load is 300 lbs. Could he carry Kuzzault? A normal centaur is 2,100 lbs., but Kuzzault is only level 1. 1 hit die and medium size. Going from large to medium via reduce person or reduce animal divides weight by 8. Obviously Kuzzault is just a young centaur, so he isn't necessarily the same as a "reduced" centaur, which would be 262.5 lbs. Parker only Spoiler Hide he can't carry Kuzzault, it would be an epic fail Parker takes one look at the drop, then at Kuzzault and says, "How about we open that door up there?" Str check to assist:(1d20+4)[19] Kuzzault:"if you need help with the door, I'll assist you as best I can, but I yearn for freedoms after this time of restraint." He uses his STR check to assist, assuming same result as rolled previously. ALL The door is made of heavy wrought iron. Your efforts to open it only give you a real indication of how far you are from ever being strong enough to force it open. You both feel that it would literally be easier to dig through the surrounding stonework then to force this door open, which in itself seems to be a hopeless task. Parker searches for any knobs, handles, levers, etc. that might help open the thing. Search(1d20+1)[19]He says to Kuzzault, "Maybe we should go back, try to find another exit." All All you can find is a handle that is on the door. Spoiler Hide Waiting on Kuzzault to respond. Parker is ready to go back and look for another exit. After finding the door impossible to move, and seeing a clear exit out into the lake... Kuzzault mentions to Parker, "Join me!" With that he moves with great enthusiasm to jump out into the lake. Spoiler Hide Does he actually jump? He will jump, but there's enough time for Parker to shout, yell, or stop him physically if he chose to attempt any of those. Parker hops off the edge with Kuzzault and spreads his wings. Spoiler Hide He's assuming there's something he doesn't know about this strange creature that lets him make such a leap downwards safely, or he's too worried about being recaptured to risk going backwards. All You both take the plunge! From this height Parker can safely glide to shore, about 100 ft away. Kuzzault on the other hand splashes down, taking no damage. Spoiler Hide Kuzzault, make a swim check (1d20+2)[19]swim Affliction accounted for. Pending the conditions of the water, Kuzzault will either enjoy a nice swim (if the conditions are favorable, no current, undertow, etc.), or, if the waters are rough, he will make for the shore asap. Kuzzaultthe water is fine for loungingParkerYou hit the shore and look back and see Kuzzault relaxing in the water, what do you do? Parker asks, "Do you intend to lounge there until they notice we're gone, or just until your seizures drown you?" Alright guys, I'm done. I can be persuaded to stay in if we come to some compromises, but otherwise I'm out. If you are interested these compromises be1. We bring it down to one camp, I don't care who DM's2. We have a posting day, maybe two.3. We try to keep up with the camp. And I suggest either this camp, because It's still new, or a completely new camp. A lot of that is my fault. Since they've cracked down on my phone usage here, I haven't been able to spend nearly as much time doing this as I'd like to. I like you're proposal, and I can try to commit to 1 post/day in this camp. Stark? NO. Not one post a day, one post once a week or twice a week. This will make it that there is a set day to post so you don't have to try to get it in every day. And also you can think more on your post and how you will react to something. And I would want it to be that we all post on the same day. How about one post a week, but two posting days to allow a little flexibility for different schedules. What days are best for you guys? Sucks about the crackdown at work, Never Sleep. I can do any day? This Camp or a brand new one? We should really try for it to be a camp that we will all love, we can spit ball it here

The Raio camp.|rating:3.0

Resonance of the Soul (OOC and Character Thread)

Greetings. As the title says, this will serve as the IOC and Character thread for my upcoming Soul Eater RP. This is a semi-private RP intended for my girlfriend and a few close friends. We'll be running BEST 3rd edition with a few house rules. Rule #1: You are limited to 5 skills that fit your characters' backstory. I want to run a rather skills-light campaign, so don't really worry about them too much. If a skill fits your character concept, then get it. Since I'm limiting skills, all skills cost 1 point per rank. Rule #2: You will only be able to raise your Soul stat during character creation. Once the game starts, you won't be able to put points into it. That said, during the course of the story, I may reward a rank up to one's soul stat for overcoming extreme adversity or performing well with ones partner(s), or whatnot. Rule #3: Remember, a sound soul rests in a sound mind and a sound body. As such, there is an additional stat: Soul Wavelength. This is calculated by taking the average of your Body/Mind/Soul and rounding down. So if I had a B5, M6, S7, I would have a Wavelength of 6. This stat is used to help you synchronize with your partner(s). It is also used to determine if you can have a special wavelength. A Wavelength of 6 is necessary for a special wavelength such as healing. A wavelength of 7 is needed for an anti wavelength such as anti-demon. A wavelength of 9 is needed for a madness wavelength. Rule #4: To simplify damage, your weapon rank is equal to your wavelength/2 rounding up. Rule #5: When performing a resonance of the soul, both parties roll a D20. Each character is able to "tweak" their result up to a maximum of their soul wavelength value. For instance, if my partner and I have a wavelength of 6, we can add or subtract up to six points from our respective rolls to match each other. Assuming we can meet somewhere in the middle, or be lucky enough to roll the same number, we're synced up! We'll then be able to use special Soul Resonance related attacks and abilities. (more on that later)However, if we can't match up, say if I were to roll a 17 and my partner were to roll a 2, the lowest I can go to meet my partner is 11, and the highest they can go is an 8. We're out of sync, and aren't able to do our resonance attacks. We're still able to fight as a team, but our ultimate attack is sealed for that battle. If however, the worst were to happen and one of us got a 1 (CRT fail) and the other got a 20 (CRT) the master wouldn't even be able to wield the weapon and both would experience a rejection if they tried. Rule #6: Resonance of the Soul attacks: The big attacks that go boom! Attacks like Kid's Death Cannon, or Make's Witch Hunter. They are typical battle enters. Assuming you're able to successful resonate with your partner(s), you're able to attempt one of these attacks. You make an attack roll. The enemy makes a defense roll. If you succeed, The damage is equal to (Weapons Wavelength * Masters Wavelength * Masters Damage multiplier + Weapons ACV). Truly a devastating finish. However, if you miss, you cannot make another attempt for the rest of that battle. Whether or not you can do it in subsequent battles that day is up to GM discretion realize some of these rules complicate things a little, however, I feel it's in line with how the Soul Eater Universe works. Please note the following: This is set to take place after the events of the Soul Eater Manga and the Soul Eater Not! Anime. I feel the manga gives us a better starting point for the RP because of the world state at the time it ended. I also intend to read through the manga again to refresh my memory. You can play multiple characters if you want (master and weapon), however I've prepared a cast of Masters and weapons that you can partner up with if you so choose. Even if you don't partner with them, you can expect to interact with them throughout the RP. They are your classmates after all. I won't be posting their character sheets unless you partner with them, however. Anyway, without further ado, yonder character sheet awaits:Character Points: 300Character Name: Character Type: Weapon type(s): (If weapon)Animal theme: (if witch)Partner: Body:Mind:Soul:Wavelength:HP:MP:ACV:DCV:Multiplier:Attributes:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Attribute Name (stat)(cost)RankNotesWeapon Freebie: Alternate Form(9)1Weapon type characters get 10 free points to add attributes that they convey unto their Masters while wieldedMeister Freebie: Melee/Ranged Attack(3)(Weapon Partner)1+1 ACV when wielding your partner (Melee if your partner is melee weapon, ranged if otherwise)Master Freebie: Melee/Ranged Defense(3)(Weapon Partner)1+1 DCV when wielding your partner (Melee if close range weapon, ranged otherwise)Master Freebie: One free combat technique(2)1Insert Combat Technique Name and description herewith Freebie: Special Attack(x)1WItches forfeit the freebies given to Masters and weapons, (Witches with a weapon form are required to purchase the alternate form attribute). To compensate, they get one free special attack built with the weapon attribute (page 62 of the book) and may add custom variables and restrictions as they see fit, so long as the overall point cost of the attack is 9 or lower. Skills:*Note that you do not need to pick a specialization. You may if you wish Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Skill Name (Specialization)(stat)Rank Character Points: 300Character Name: Jessa Fredrick's - Take Queen Character Type: MeisterWeapon type(s): none Animal theme: none Partner: Sir Reynolds (Rey) Percival Weston Amadeus Excalibur the VII Born and raised in Death City she grew up being a giant geek, loving all things animated, gaming and Japanese. However when she was around 11 years old she noticed how chubby she was getting and knew she would never get a boyfriend without making her body hotter than Use Judo! She found a local ad online for an exercise class so she decided to try it, only to find out it was led by a Master and really tough... however she kept at it and before long she was getting private lessons in battling and learning to use an assortment of weapons, and she was back to being petite, though a little too much in the chest area she noticed. Before long she was accepted into Lord Death's school where she met Rey, and they quickly formed a bond. The two of them always seemed to have luck on there side as they quickly rose through the ranks but were kept out of the recent action due to going back to England to visit Rey's parents and study abroad. Appearance: Usually wears a traditional Japanese school girl uniform she received from a pen pal in Japan, blue shoulders with a white top and blue skirt a little too short for practical use, but she wears athletic shorts under the skirt so no panty shots... unless it's date night. Also wears Athletic shoes with some Digimon charms on the laces and a broach around her neck with Lord Death's symbol. Jessa's hair is about shoulder-length in a bob cut and bright red, her green eyes are brought out by the red of her hair, but she wears contacts that color her eyes green, when her contacts are out her eyes are brown. There are certain days when she is in full Take mode, on these days she usually doesn't leave the house, and wears nothing but a large gray sweater and boxer shorts she stole from an old boyfriend, also a pair of large black glasses and blue flip-flops if she leaves the house, hair unkempt and messy. Body: 7Mind: 7Soul: 7Wavelength: 7HP: 70MP: 70ACV: 7DCV: 7Multiplier: 5 +2 = 7Wavelength Attack:Knights of the Round: Weapon - Linked (1) Penetrating (1) Psychic (1) / 8 / Jessa summons all twelve Knights of the Round Table for a massive slash attack. First attack by her own sword for penetrating damage followed by 12 psychic slashes. Special Wavelength:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Excalibur's Scabbard - Damage Absorption: Combined Restoration / Wavelength 6 / the first 5 points of damage are absorbed and converted to 5 points of HP and MP. Points Left to Spend: 3 Attributes:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Unique Attribute: Lucky 7's / (unknown) / As long as Jessa's Body Mind and Soul are all seven she rolls 3D7's after every roll, if she gets all the same number she adds the total to her roll and gains +7 to damage. Meister Freebie: Lightning Slashes / 0 / +1 ACV when wielding a partner. Meister Freebie: Excalibur's Shield / 0 / +1 DCV when wielding a partner. Meister Freebie: Critical Strike / 0 / Critical damage. Combat Technique: Blind Fighting / 1 / Able to fight in darkness or invisible enemies. Combat Technique: Dead Eye / 1 / Able to hit fast targets more easily. Combat Technique: Deflection / 1 / Able to deflect ranged attacks. Combat Technique: Lightning Reflexes / 1 / Able to react quickly. Combat Technique: Multiple Targets / 1 / Can easily fight multiple targets. Combat Technique: Precise Aim / 1 / Can make a called attack. Combat Technique: Steady Hands / 1 / Can fight in any situation. Attack Combat Mastery: Rank 1 / 10 / Mastery over all kinds of weapons and unarmed fighting. Defense Combat Mastery: Rank 1 / 10 / Mastery over all defensive weapons and fighting. Heightened Awareness: Rank 5 / 10 / Can sense danger. Jumping: Rank 5 / 10 / Can jump 300 times normal distance. Land Speed: Rank 4 / 8 / can run at 60 KPH. Massive Damage - Melee: Rank 2 / 14 / +2 to multiplier. Shield: Rank 2 / 8 / Shield of the Excalibur family - Weapon granted points. Skills:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Unique Skill: Take / (unknown) / A general to extreme knowledge and love of all things geeky and nerdy. Acrobatics: Rank 3 / 3 / Can preform great feats of acrobatics. Defects:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Unique Defect: Needham / -3 / when finding an especially exciting item from her fandom(s) she tends to burst out in public displays of excitement, unashamed of who is watching or listening and unable to stop till the item is purchased, stolen or acquired by any means necessary. (usually nothing malicious.) Significant Other: rank 3 / -3 / S.O. is always around and always in danger. Character Points: 300Character Name: Sir Reynolds (Rey) Percival Weston Amadeus Excalibur the VII Character Type: Weapon Weapon type(s): Long Sword & Shield Animal theme: none Partner: Jessa Fredrick's - Take Queen Rey was born knowing his father and his mother and both there parents and both parents of his parents and so on for seven generations where Master's and Weapons. By the age of four he could already produce a flat weapon from his leg and by six he could make it on any arm with little difficulty. His family expected him to join a weapon school, but They didn't expect him to go all the way to the U.S. to do so. Rey always wears a large white and gold shield made from some of the strongest metals known to man. The knight also always wears light armor that matches the colors of his shield. When he transforms he leaves the shield as it is and becomes the blade, so Jessa has both available to her in battle. The two of them have been friends and partners since they met on the first day of N.O.T. class. Upon meeting the other Excalibur at the school he promptly called him a fraud and challenged him to a duel... which was quickly retracted after five minutes of the speech Rey received. Appearance: As stated above Rey is always wearing his Excalibur family light armor when out during the day, Black athletic suit underneath white and gold-trimmed armor pieces. The armor includes two gauntlets, two rounded shoulder pieces, a chest piece, his shield, and boots with shin guards. When not in armor he is in pajamas, usually a night shirt and boxer briefs. Rey's hair is black and combed back, blue eyes that seem to glow in the right light. Formal wear is usually just his armor with a white cape. Body: 7Mind: 7Soul: 7Wavelength: 7HP: 70MP: 70ACV: 7DCV: 7Multiplier: 5 +2 = 7Anti Wavelength:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide The Lady of the Lake - Anti-Dark Magic / Wavelength 7 / Dark magic used on character is weakened and/or nullified. Points Left to Spend: 6 Attributes:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Unique Attribute: Lucky 7's / (unknown) / As long as Rey's Body Mind and Soul are all seven he rolls 3D7's after every roll, if he gets all the same number he adds the total to his roll and gains +7 to damage. (Only works when not in weapon form, does not stack with Jessa's Lucky 7's power.) Weapon Freebie: Alternate Form / 1 / Weapon type characters get 10 free points to add attributes that they convey unto their Masters while wielded. Alternate Form: Flight / 10 / When Jessa places the shield and weapon form Rey on her back Rey can form bladed wings for flight. Armor: Rank 4 / 8 / -8 damage due to wearing light armor. Attack Combat Mastery: Rank 1 / 10 / Mastery over all kinds of weapons and unarmed fighting. Aura of Inspiration: Rank 2 / 8 / Inspires companions. Combat Technique: Critical Strike / 1 / Critical damage. Combat Technique: Blind Fighting / 1 / Able to fight in darkness or invisible enemies. Combat Technique: Dead Eye / 1 / Able to hit fast targets more easily. Combat Technique: Deflection / 1 / Able to deflect ranged attacks. Combat Technique: Lightning Reflexes / 1 / Able to react quickly. Combat Technique: Multiple Targets / 1 / Can easily fight multiple targets. Combat Technique: Precise Aim / 1 / Can make a called attack. Combat Technique: Steady Hands / 1 / Can fight in any situation. Defense Combat Mastery: Rank 1 / 10 / Mastery over all defensive weapons and fighting. Heightened Awareness: Rank 4 / 8 / Can sense danger. Jumping: Rank 5 / 10 / Can jump 300 times normal distance. Land Speed: Rank 4 / 8 / can run at 60 KPH. Massive Damage - Melee: Rank 2 / 14 / +2 to multiplier. Shield: Rank 2 / 8 / Shield of the Excalibur family Wealth: Rank 2 / 10 / Provided by his family, $1 Million dollars available for use. Skills:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Unique Skill: Knights Code / (unknown) / Lives according to a strict set of rules designed to protect the innocent and serve his King/Queen to the fullest of his abilities. Etiquette: Rank 1 / 1 / Understands the proper use of all the forks. Defects:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Unique Defect: Technological Failure / -6 / unable to understand how Tech items work and sometimes even causes Tech items to fail from a simple touch. Attempting to use a Tech item can lead him to anger and the inevitable destruction of said item. Significant Other: Rank 3 / -3 / S.O. is always around and always in danger. Yay, you posted it! Guess I need to nail down my character concept then. Don't worry you got time, probably going to take me a day or two to get around to figuring mine out...... That's fine. I'm still working out my plot outline. Generally I prefer to wing things a bit more, because most of my plans generally get thrown out the window by the players, but experience has shown that this group does a bit better when things are more structured. So here's a "brief" listing of some of the NPCs. Keep in mind, I have limited key details about each. You want to learn more, you're going to have to ask them. Aria Forte: weapon She's shy, quiet, and modest. She wears a black DMA sailor UK with long, straight brown hair, gentle brown eyes, and a pair of earrings resembling wind chimes. She also wears glasses and a DMA "death mask" ring. The pin on her uniform reads "weapon"Kirsch Sch nee: weapon Though she's stuck up, proud, and a perfectionist, she's also a devoted friend. She wears a male DMA uniform consisting of white slacks, a black shirt, and a white vest. She keeps her white hair tied in a no-nonsense bun high up on her head. However, she lets a strand fall down the right side of her face, which she has adorned with a death mask hair ornament. Blake Began: weapon Reckless, loud, and always active, Blake believes that anything can be overcome with effort, even a lack of skill or talent. He wears ripped pants and a too tight Orange muscle shirt. He has scars all over his arms. Furthermore, he can almost always be found grinning or smiling. His hair is dyed a brilliant hue of fire red, and he styles it into gelled spikes. Wears a DMA armband on his left arm. When he speaks, he has a thick Irish accent. Aidan Bosch: Decisteradian is incredibly laid back and easy going. Though he comes across as borderline lazy, he's super honest. He usually wears baggy pants with an equally baggy sweatshirt. He has really messy, unkempt hair and a goofy grin. His posture is a mess, and he has a severe slouch. He has a DMA belt that he lets hang loose around his waist. Levia Cruz: MeisterWhile driven and competitive, she lacks self-confidence and any sense of self-worth. Any achievement she makes is attributed to external factors like luck. She wears a conservative DMA uniform that conceals her figure. She wears a headband to keep her boyish, curly hair out of her eyes. Brock Romanov: Master first Brock looks super intimidating. He stands at just under 7 feet tall and is rather solidly built. However, for such a large guy, he's really quiet and polite. When push comes to shove he can be quite fierce, but in general he's a gentle giant. Due to his size, he wears the kind of clothes you might see on a basketball player. Big shorts and large sports jerseys mostly. He wears a DMA necklace. Lisa Crusher: weapon Lisa hates violence and isn't particularly fond of being a weapon. She would much rather resolve conflict without force, but is willing to fight to defend herself and others if she must. She's easily moved to tears, but is definitely not a cry baby. She looks a lot younger than she actually is, and tends to wear a pair of "span" glasses. (the kind commonly seen in anime with the spirals). She wears an oversized sweater going down past her waist, a pair of yellow shorts, and yellow sneakers. Sheila Barnes: weapon Always cool, calm, and collected, Sheila is ready for anything. She's quite tomboyish, and proud of it. At 5'11", she tends to stand out. She has tarnish-brown skin and bleached blond hair that's cut short. She tends to wear Capri pants and a simple tank top. Furthermore, she also has a bandied over the bridge of her nose and has a DMA ear-stud on her left ear. Sasuke: master might be a ninja. At the very least he dresses like one. He wears a navy blue face wrap that only leaves his eyes exposed. His lower half is covered by ninja hakama and his upper body is covered in a dark tunic. His arms are wrapped in dark bandages all the way down to his hands. While skilled in ninjutsu, he seems to only use it to mess with people and pull pranks on them. He's also a bit of a class clown. Trisha O'Connor: ? Attempts to figure her out have been met with harsh resistance and criticism. She wears a white halter top, black distressed hot pants, and she has a black sweatshirt tied around her waist. Her hair is messy, yet clean. She wears a DMA skull mask choker. Character Points: 17 unallocated Character Name: E. Claire Frost (Éclair)Character Type: MeisterWeapon type(s): N/Animal theme:Partner(s): Kirsch Sch nee and Aria Forte Appearance: Éclair has golden blonde, shoulder-length hair tied in a ponytail. She has a round face, fit body, and stands at 5'9". While at school, she prefers to wear a long, knee-length skirt with a denim jacket. Usually she wears it open with a simple blouse underneath. On missions, she replaces the skirt in favor of cargo pants or loose jeans to better improve her mobility while still protecting her modesty. Backstory: Ms. Frost has little memory of her life prior to the revival of the Within Aura. When he was resurrected and his madness spread throughout the world, she quickly succumbed to the madness and went temporarily insane. While she can't really remember much, she's certain she did some terrible things while under the influence of his madness. After the situation was resolved, she tried to return to an ordinary life, but had a lot of trouble picking up the pieces. A lot of soul-searching, and an official stage name request later, Éclair was enrolled at the DMA. Her goal, to ensure such a catastrophe will never happen again. Her determination quickly advanced her out of the N.O.T. class into the DMA's elite E.A.T class. Now she's ready to prove herself, along with her weapons Kirsch Sch nee and Aria Forte. Body: 8Mind: 8Soul: 8Wavelength: 8 Mental Wavelength HP: 85MP: 80ACV: 8DCV: 8Multiplier: 6 Attributes:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Attribute Name (stat)(cost)RankNotesUnknown Power18 GM allocates 27 points to attributes in secret. Attributes are revealed as game progresses as appropriate. In the interest of full disclosure, I already know what some of my attributes will be, because I planned them into my character from the start. However, I gave more points than were necessary to cover her forgotten abilities, so I look forward to whatever Seiko cooks up. Meister Freebie: weapon Attack(3)(Weapon Partner)1+1 ACV when wielding my partner(s)Master Freebie: weapon Defense(3)(Weapon Partner)1+1 DCV when wielding my partner(s)Master Freebie: One free combat technique(2)1 two weapon fighting: reduced penalties for wielding two weapons Combat Technique: Leap Attack(2)1 Make a leap attack. On success, add +1 to damage multiplier. On fail, take -3 to Defense rolls until next turn. Extra Actions (15)1May make one additional (non-tactical) action per turn. Massive Damage(4)(Weapon Partners)1+1 to damage multiplier while wielding Kirsch and/or Aria Sixth Sense (soul)(2)1Able to sense madness Special Movement: light footed/wall bouncing/fast (body)(2)(3Able to move at full speed over slick or uneven surfaces (mud, ice, snow, sand). Also, able to move between two vertical surfaces by bouncing back and forth between them. Body stat doubled for calculating running speed Super Sense (Mind)(2)(Soul Wavelength)1 Able to see the soul wavelengths of others (GM waived the distance) Tough(2)1+5 HP (Yay!) Defects:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideDefectPointsNotesAchilles Heel: Psychic +4 Due to her past, she's extra susceptible to psychic attacks Unique: Madness touched +2Extra susceptible to madness wavelengths due to over exposure to the Within's madness during the events of Soul Eater Nightmares+2Eclaire frequently has vivid nightmares of violence and blood. She knows some of it really happened, but has a hard time distinguishing between fantasy and reality. Despite this, she's able to function well enough Liking what I'm seeing so far. Originally I was going to have everyone start in the N.O.T class, but I've decided that it's easier to just have people start in the E.A.T class. However, you haven't been there very long. At most, you've probably gone on a mission or two. I shall be teaching the N.O.T class, Witch history, lol I get the feeling things are going to get interesting then. I'm worried already... ^__^; Which witch history will you be covering? The official witch history. Or the unofficial? Wordplay aside, I'm okay with this. After all, the teachers also go on missions. I've also created a couple of substitute teachers as well for when the regular teachers are out on missions, so you'll get a chance to interact with them as well. Haven't actually pulled together the backstory yet, that's just the beginnings of what came to mind last night. Well I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with. Character Points: 300Character Name: Claudia Paws Character Type: Witch Weapon type(s): (If weapon)Animal theme: Tiger Partner: Sasha Dorothea Preston Body:9Mind:9Soul:9Wavelength:9HP:106MP:106ACV:9DCV:9Multiplier:Resonance Attack:Severing Blast - combines Claudia's madness wavelength with Sasha's anti-resonance wavelength to create a blast that severs the resonance of any partner pair in the area and infects them with the madness wavelength. Skills:Skill Name (Specialization)(stat)Rank Occult 6Seduction 6 Attributes:Attribute Name (stat) (cost) Rank Notes Witch Freebie: Special Attack(x)1WItches forfeit the freebies given to Masters and weapons, (Witches with a weapon form are required to purchase the alternate form attribute). To compensate, they get one free special attack built with the weapon attribute (page 62 of the book) and may add custom variables and restrictions as they see fit, so long as the overall point cost of the attack is 9 or lower. Jungle Raise - creates a jungle in a 2 km radius around the caster, on the scale of the Amazon, but again limited to a 2 km radius. Any actions Claudia takes in Tiger form gain a +5 to roll totals. Alternate Form 1 Tiger Form - Claudia transforms into a Bengal tiger with eyes the same color as her human form Combat Technique: Critical Strike 1Combat Technique: Deflection 1Dynamic Powers (Jungle) 2Energy Bonus 5 Features (Tiger ears) 1Force Field (madness wavelength) 4 passing through this force field while it is active will start infecting the intruder with the users madness wavelength Heightened Awareness 4Regeneration 2Reincarnation 3Special Movement(Cat-like) 1Tough 5Backstory:Claudia originally began her formal training as a witch under the Grand Witch herself, this lead to her absorbing most of the grand witch's hatred for the DMA. Even when Kid opens the school, formally, to witches she still remained wary of the DMA, but her tendency towards causing trouble led her to become a teacher, giving her a chance to keep the DMA on its toes. Over the course of her studies with the Grand Witch, her mentor discovered that Claudia could produce a madness wavelength, This lead the Grand Witch to immediately have her focus on controlling it. It took some years, but she was able to learn the control needed, so now she uses an ability, like Soul Protect, but that still allows her to use her magic freely, all it does it contain the madness wavelength, and prevents detection of the wavelength. Over the course of her learning to control this wavelength, Claudia happened upon Sasha, who it turned out had the ability in her weapon form, to interfere and even cancel out soul resonance. The two quickly became partners. Once she finished her training Claudia convinced Kid to take her on as a teacher, mainly teaching a Witch History class which would contain students of both the N.O.T and E.A.T classes. Description:Claudia has large brown eyes with tiger stripes running vertically across and neck-length, straight, luxurious, sapphire hair worn in an impractical style. She has a voluptuous build. Her wardrobe is attractive and elaborate, with a lot of orange. Character Points: 300Character Name: Sasha Dorothea Preston Character Type: Weapon Weapon type(s): GuandaoAnimal theme: (if witch)Partner: Claudia Paws Body:7Mind:7Soul:7Wavelength: 7HP: 99MP: 49ACV:7DCV:7Multiplier:Skills:Skill Name (Specialization)(stat)Rank Attributes:Attribute Name (stat)(cost)RankNotesWeapon Freebie: Alternate Form(9)1Weapon type characters get 10 free points to add attributes that they convey unto their Masters while wieldedGuandao Alternate forgiven to Master(in this case Claudia)Damage Absorption (Boost) 2Dimensional Portal 1Dimensional Walk 1Environmental Influence (Soul Resonance severing) 1Personal Attributes Tough 10Backstory:Not much is known about Sasha before she and Claudia ran into each other deep in the jungle. She knows her name and that she's a weapon, but other than that her mind is pretty much a blank. After Claudia saved her from a panther, the two became fast friends, and shortly afterward, partners. Description:This girl makes you think of a lone wolf. She has beady yellow eyes that are like two pieces of fools' gold. Her silky, straight, blue hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a lionfish's spines. She has a muscular build. Her skin is white. Her wardrobe is professional. Sasha turns into a Guano, in weapon form, with a black shaft, an orange counterweight, and a black/orange striped blade. Character Points: 300Character Name: Kirsch SchneeCharacter Type: Weapon Weapon type(s): Rapier Animal theme: N/Partner: Éclair Frost and Aria Forte (pseudo)Appearance:She wears a male DMA uniform consisting of white slacks, a black shirt, and a white vest. She keeps her white hair tied in a no-nonsense bun high up on her head. However, she lets a strand fall down the right side of her face, which she has adorned with a death mask hair ornament. She's one of the tallest female students at 5'9", with a slender figure to match. Weapon form:(7Mind: 7Soul: 7Wavelength: 7 (normal)HP: 75MP: 70ACV: 7DCV: 7Multiplier: 5 Attributes:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Attribute Name (stat)(cost)RankNotesWeapon Freebie: Alternate Form(9)(Rapier)1combat techniques(2 each)(AF only)4Lightning reflexes (+3 unit), Precise Aim, Steady Hand, Critical Strike weapon quality: Penetrating (1)(AF)2 bypasses 4 armor Combat Tech: Blind Fighting(2)1Reduced penalties for fighting in low or no light environments Combat Tech: concealment(2)1Able to conceal hand held items with ease. Only detectable by a physical search, and such attempts take a serious penalty (-6)Combat Tech: Critical strike 1Crit multiplier becomes 3. On a double CRT (CRT vs. CRT fail defense), deal 4x damage Combat Tech: Dead Eye1 Able to hit fast targets with reduced penalties Combat Tech: Judge Opponent1 Able to accurately assess an opponents' skill in battle and overall condition (HP, etc.) Combat Tech: Lightning Reflexes1+3 unit Combat Tech: Precise Aim 1Able to strike with pinpoint accuracy while suffering reduced penalties Combat Tech: Steady Hand 1Able to strike with relative easy while moving or riding Divine Relationship(2)1Allows one die reroll per encounterExorcism(2)3Able to exorcise possession or control of an individual by doing an opposed roll. D20 + Exorcism Rank + Soul vs. opponents soul + d20 + relevant attribute. Metamorphosis can only be attempted once per day. Heightened Awareness (Mind)(2)1Kirsch has an innate ability to sense someone's ill intent, but only if it's directed at her or someone she cares about. While unable to sense the source or the content, she's able to sense, "someone in this room harbors ill feelings towards you." Jumping (body)(2)3Able to jump 30 times normal distance Land Speed (body)330 KPH. A character or animal can sprint at the indicated top speed for a short duration, run at 50-74% of top speed for 10 minutes times his or her Body Stat, or jog at up to 50% of top speed for 1 hour times his or her Body Stat. Maximum acceleration or deceleration is one Level of Land Speed per round. (8 KPH at round 1, 15 Round 2, 30 Round 3) Mind Shield (mind)(2)1+1 to resist mind stat rollsResistance(soul)(2)1Add +1 to body or soul to resist effects that can transform, alter, or displace her body or powers Sixth Sense (soul)(2)1Able to sense magic Super Speed (body)(12)(attacks)1Through diligent training and effort, Kirsch was able to train her body to unleash and react to attacks incredibly quickly. Added mostly for flavor. Tough (body)(2)1+5 HP Weapon: Sch nee Family Pristine Fist(9)1A special attack passed down in the Sch nee Family. The practitioner condenses their soul wavelength into the palm of their hand and then releases it like a punch. Much like the "Soul Menace" of Dr. Stein and Black star, this attack forcefully injects one's wavelength into the target. As such, it's only useful against targets that have a soul wavelength, i.e. living creatures. However, unlike soul menace, the pristine fist is supposed to be used at range. The attacks are useful up to a maximum range of 100 meters (range LA. 2) and ignores armor, shields, and force fields (insidious). Enemies with resistance get 10/rank damage reduction against the attack. Unique Attribute: Perfectionist(6)1For every successful action, confers a +1 stacking pride bonus to all rolls, until the chain is broken. 1 DEFECTS Spoiler: Click to Show/HideDefectPoints ReturnedNotesUnique Defect: Pride comes before the fall6 For each failed action, add a stacking -1 perfectionist penalty to all rolls until the chain is broken Unique Defect: Sch nee Family Pride4 Kirsch is incredibly proud. When her pride is insulted, she solely focuses on the offender until her pride is restored. As a result of her pride, she refuses to engage in a partial weapon transformation unless it's absolutely necessary because "it looks so awfully inelegant". She also avoids unarmed combat because "it's brutish and savage". She's also one to hold a grudge, so earn her enmity at your own peril.SKILLS Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Skill Name (stat)Rank cultural arts (mind) 5Domestic Arts (mind)5Etiquette (mind)5Riding (soul)5 Sports (body)5 Character Name: Aria Forte Character Type: Weapon Weapon type(s): Tuning Fork Animal theme: N/Partner: Éclair Frost, Kirsch Sch nee (Pseudo)Body: 6Mind: 6Soul: 6Wavelength: Sonic Wavelength (6)HP: 55MP: 60ACV: 5DCV: 5Multiplier: 4Appearance: She wears a black DMA sailor UK with long, straight brown hair, gentle brown eyes, and a pair of earrings resembling wind chimes. Furthermore, she also wears small, round glasses that perfectly accentuate her face as well as a DMA "death mask" ring on her left hand. Furthermore, she's a little shorter than average, and has a petite figure. Weapon Form:(( I lack coloring skills, I left it in super sketchy black and white. The bottom part of the pommel is a golden-brownish color, with the lines being grooves in the metal. The lower circular object is a blue jewel. When Aria speaks in weapon form, the gem becomes more translucent, and she appears in the gem, much like how other weapons appear on the shiny parts of their weapon forms. The dark spot at the "y" is a dark red ruby. The handle and the tines are a dull gray color, Attributes: 34 (over time these will be used to "buy off" her defects.) Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Attribute Name (stat)(cost)RankNotesWeapon Freebie: Alternate Form(9)440 points to build abilities while in weapon form. Unique: Special Tuning(6)(AF)1Uses her ability as a tuning fork to "tune" peoples wavelengths. She is able to connect to others within earshot of her sound and adjust their wavelengths by +/- 3 points. In the case of a hostile opponent, they are allowed an opposed soul stat roll (D20+soul vs. Aria's D20+Soul) to resist the connection. Dynamic Powers (Sound)(20)(AF)1While In tuning fork mode, Aria is able to manipulate sound to various effects. By resonating at different frequencies, she can achieve different results Weapon: Sonic Bash(7)(AF)1Aura (sonic. Half damage on contact), Area(3.3 feet), Continuing(1 extra round, 1/5th damage on second round), Penetrating (ignores 4 AC), Selective (doesn't hurt allies). Note that defending with the weapon (say blocking an attack) can cause the Aura to activate, much like Ragnarök. Weapon: Sound Wave(7)(AF)1Autofire(3)(for every 3 above opponents roll, add an extra hit. Able to be used like the spread variable, but attacker suffers a -3 penalties to hit while defender only suffers -1 to defend, and it replaces usual benefit. , Range(1, 30 feet), Spreading(-1 to defend, can hit enemies in a cone) Armor(2/rank - 4) 3-12 damage from spells. Sonic vibrations disrupt spell energy Aura of Inspiration (Soul)(4)3To activate, must beat a soul stat roll of 12. (D20 + soul). Can attempt to use it to inspire others a maximum number of times per day equal to its Attribute Level. During that scene, every friend or ally who shares the character’s goals will be inspired. Inspired characters gain the following benefits:• They can spend Energy Points (page 105) to modify their own die rolls using the Dramatic Feat rules (page 148). They can do so any time during the scene, provided they are doing so when acting in a way that fulfills the goals of the inspiring character.• They receive a bonus equal to the Aura of Inspiration Level to any Stat rolls made to resist despair or fear (GM’s option). NPCs will, in general, be highly motivated which the GM will reflect Dynamic Powers (Soul)(20)(Sound)1Though far more limited in this form, using a partial transformation allows Aria to influence Sound in various ways. Environmental Influence (Soul)(2)(Sound)1Able to affect the sound around her for 10m (33 feet)Features(1): Appearance (cute), Perfect Pitch2Aria sings really well and always seems to hit the right notes. Furthermore, quite a few of her classmates think she's cute, even if she doesn't quite match their usual tastes. This extends to the female students as well. Force Field(3)(mind): Sound Barrier3Aria generates a field of sound that can harm those who approach too closely (offensive. Cost +1). However, while emanating this field, she must remain stationary and has to focus on maintaining it (static, -1 cost). At rank 3, the shield protects against 12 points of damage and is a level 3 weapon. Heightened Awareness (soul)(2): Emotions1She can get a general feel for how people around her feel. +1 bonus to detect Heightened Senses(2)(body)(hearing)1Can hear things over an area of several city blocks. Gains a +3 bonuses to hear things within that area. On a mind stat roll, is able to pick out specific targets (such as a specific conversation)Super Sense (Mind)(2): Rank 4 Sonar4Able to "ping" everything within 10km. Able to use it as a form of echolocation. Weapon: Tuning Fork Fist(3)1Aura (sonic. Half damage on contact), Selective (doesn't hurt allies), stun (non-lethal), inaccurate (poor fighter -1cost, -1 to attack), nonpenetrating, Note that defending with the weapon (say blocking an attack) can cause the Aura to activate, much like Ragnarök. Unknown Power9 Points Gains 14 points to allocate to stuff over the course of the RP. DEFECTS Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Defect Name Points returnedNotesInept Attack10Aria lacks a killing spirit. Takes a -1 to ACV Inept Defense10Aria is not well suited to combat. Takes a -1 to DCV Not so tough2 -5 HP Reduced Damage9-1 Damage Multiplier Impaired Eyesight3Very blind without her glasses, but able to get by so long as she has them. Skills: 13 points Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Skill Name (stat)Rank Controlled Breathing (Body)2 Disguise (soul)2 Languages (mind)2 Performing Arts (sing)(wavelength)(5 Writing (mind+soul/2)(2 GM said make a roll:Roll Result: DigitLninja rolled: 1d20Comment:Result: 17,Total: 17 Okay then. Thanks. And we're live! By the way, most of the missions are already taken, so there's one normal mission and one red star mission. The normal mission is to go to El Pueblo Texas to hunt down the infamous "Billy the Kid" and his "Regulators". The red star mission is to visit a town in Transylvania that has been having problems with the undead. Muscle, you'll need to register with the receptionist that you're going on that particular mission. Will do just one bit of "base covering" that needs to be done first Alright, let's try to finish up the dinner scene, so everyone can move on. Sorry about the mix-up with the posts. Since Undercover and I share a computer at home, it occasionally doesn't fully log one of us out when it says it does. I was apparently still logged in, even though the name was hers. We've fixed it since, so her post is now properly attributed to her. Okee. Donkey Smokey Yup. ... I hate you all. I hate me too ;-) WWW. We love you. I'm kidding, you know that right? We know. Yup. Roll Result: Éclair rolled: 1d20Comment:Result: 8,Total: 8 Roll Result: Claudia Paws rolled: 1d20Comment:Result: 17,Total: 17 Rolls:191312These are for my reference. To remove Zombie from Inn:Roll Result: Jessa rolled: 1d20Comment:Result: 16,Total: 16 Because he was able to sense it coming, Rey can act before everyone else.

Resonance of the Soul (OOC and Character Thread)|rating:4.0

~Spoils of Battle~ {LostInTheMist}

(sun was moving further across the sky towards the horizon. The fighting was fierce. Battle cries had died down as the need to conserve energy for battle. Arrows were few and far between deep in field of battle. It came down to sword and shield and blade. There could not be failure, that was what her commanding officers had warned as they prepared this morning. That was hours ago. She did not notice that they were becoming fewer and fewer on the field. There was no time for that kind of observation. If she took the time to survey the land with her green eyes, she could miss the sword stroke of the enemy aimed at her. Instead, focusing on the close fighting at her sides. There were a number of small cuts on her arms, even one on her lower back. At the moment she did not feel them. Adrenalin fueling her strength and fighting. In a few hours when she bathed and washed the blood from her blond hair. Later she would struggle to muster the strength to wash the blood from her armor and blades. At the moment, she had another soldier in front of her, blade arching through the air and her own blade coming up to deflect it. The nature of war was control. The nature of battle was chaos. There was something liberating about that chaos. A sort of freedom not found in the order and control of everyday life. The chaos fed her in moments like this. Even with the chaos around her starting to die down, she was holding the last minutes. Suddenly a horn pierced the surrounding air. Drawing her attention from the bloodshed. For the first time truly noticing the lack of her brother in arms left on the field. It might sound like the horn for reinforcements, but she knew there were none. That meant it was time for retreat. It was enough of a distraction for one of the enemy to surprise her. One moment she was standing, the next she was flying through the air hit by the full weight of one of the warrior. The leather armor she wore offered little protection. As she hit the ground, the air was forced from her lungs, momentarily disorienting her. One minute she thought she was dead. The next, the body was being pulled off of her. Green eyes were wide as she watched him slide the sword between the bastards ribs. A slight smile coming to her lips."oh my hero..." Laughing softly. The joy ended as his eyes went wide and blood was falling on her. Pasta had watched a lot of men die. Stared into their eyes as the light faded. Nothing had ever impacted her that as hard was watching this warrior fall to his knees, light already draining away. And she did not even know him, probably had never seen him before today, but something in these moments was seared in her mind. She wasted precious seconds watching as he fell to the ground. It was only an afterthought that she reached for her sword to find it was missing. The tumble with the warrior most of made her drop it. Little good it would do, she was reaching for her ten-inch dagger. Refusing to die cowering. If today was the day, she would die fighting. Pushing herself from her feet, moving to engage the enemy Something moved out of her peripheral vision, and she turned to look, too late. One moment she was standing, the next she was flying through the air hit by the full weight of a shield. As she hit the ground, the air was forced from her lungs, momentarily disorienting her. Everything actually went black for her. (most, killing was a necessary evil. For the men and women fighting in the army, they had to kill their enemy, because the alternative was their own death. In war, it was killed, or be killed. Most of them took no pleasure in it. But he was different. He enjoyed killing. It gave him a thrill beyond any other, even a sexual thrill, to watch someone as they realized they were dying, as they realized you had killed them. To hold them as their life bled out of them, to look into their eyes as what was there faded away into nothingness. Men, women, unarmed or armed, it didn't matter to him. It was thrilling to him. And he was very good at it, too. He had risen quickly through the army's ranks, recognized for his skill and his ruthless brutality. He unnerved those around him, but none could deny that he was one of the best the army had, so he was always sent to the front line. But every time he returned, it seemed his bloodlust had only grown. Death on the battlefield was becoming too impersonal to him. He wanted something new. He had risen enough in the ranks to be granted his own prisoners after a battle. Most of the others elected to sell their prisoners to make some more money for their lives after the war. A handful kept their female prisoners as slaves. The commanders didn't care, so long as the army continued to win victories. And they had been sweeping through the land winning victory after victory. Even this battle was little more than a formality. The enemy's morale was broken, their troops had little to fight for. The scent of blood and death all around him intoxicated him. The screams of agony suddenly cut off, and the groans and moans of the dying excited him. He was breathing quickly. He slid the dead man off of his sword, placing his foot on the man's breastbone and wrenching until his sword finally came out, slick with red blood. It was at that moment that he saw her. She was dazed, just now being helped to her feet by some other soldier from her side. She was beautiful, athletic, strong. Even now she was starting to recover. He began to run towards her, picking up a heavy shield as he went. A man got in his way and his sword flashed into the man's stomach. He didn't pause to savor the man's death. He wanted to get to this woman, to claim her as his prisoner before someone else on his side could. Her companion was stabbed by another man, and she began to reach for a weapon. At the last second she seemed to see something and turned, but he crashed into her all the same, knocking her off her feet, sending her flying through the air." I claim her,"he said, his voice deep and rough, challenging the other man to disagree. The other man clearly wanted to, but he dared not disagree, not after the stories he had heard." Take her back to my tent,"he said." When we have slain all those enemies who cannot run fast enough to escape, I will return." He narrowed his eyes." She is not to be harmed, or I will see to it that you suffer everything I have planned for her,"he said. The man nodded, and he turned away, looking out towards the field, hoping that there were some yet left for him. (slow awareness came to her, it came in the form of pain, her arms and wrists and shoulders were burning. Strained by her weight. The thought floated slowly through her mind. A soft whimper escaped her lips, trying to draw a breath, even that hurt. Pasta was slowly starting to realize everything on her body hurt. Green eyes fluttering open as she realized she was alive and awake. She was alive, and she had a feeling that was not a good thing. Feeling neither ground nor bed beneath her, she noticed she was upright, painfully so. Bond to something, she guessed was wooden, maybe pole. The tent she did not recognize around her. Starting to realize she had survived. Not only had she survived, but she had been captured rather than found by her own army. A shot of fear went through her. No doubt this was bad. As she tried to get her feet beneath her and the weight off of her arms and shoulders, she looked around tent, trying to get her bearings. First looking for other occupants, then trying to figure out how to get herself free. Ideally escaping before she was noticed. Saying a silent prayer to the gods to still have a chance to escape. The thoughts dominated her mind, escape. Escape. Escape. Mercy, her body hurt, the battle had taken a toll on her. It seemed being knocked unconscious was not like falling asleep. She did not feel rejuvenated. Aware that she at least still had her armor, that was a good thing. It meant she was still covered in blood and sweat and core from the field, but at least she had a bit of protection, as long as it lasted. Drawing a steadying breath, reminding herself, bonds first, trying to wiggle free. Even as she first began to struggle, a large man entered the tent. His clothes were spattered with blood, some of it recent, and his sword was stained red. He took the time to wipe it on his shirt before tossing it aside and approaching her. He looked her in the eyes, and she saw nothing but darkness and danger there. Furthermore, he saw strength, defiance in her eyes. That was good. He ran a hand across her abdomen. He felt the hardness, the muscle there, but also the soft skin of the woman who stood before him, bound but unbroken. Furthermore, he reached up to her gag." If you speak without permission, you will regret it,"he promised her before roughly removing the gag from her mouth. He began to stride around her, examining her body. She was strong, shapely, he appreciated that." You were captured in battle,"he told her." Had you been fortunate, one of the others might have captured you. Had you been more fortunate, you would have died,"he said." Instead, you are mine." He paused standing once more in front of her." My name is Faustus, for what little that matters to you,"he said." To you, I will be 'Master', for the rest of your life,"he told her." The good news for you is that the rest of your life will only last a matter of days,"he said." You will provide... entertainment... relief... for myself and some of my compatriots, and some others,"he said, thinking of some of the camp animals." And when you die screaming, it will be from ecstasy, not agony,"he told her. She might not believe him, but he had seen women broken down until they could no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, between agony and ecstasy. The constant rape and torture would break her mind, however strong she might think herself. He had seen it done, but this would be the first time he had done it himself. And unlike the others, he would kill her in the end. His massive cock stirred at the thought, but rather than satisfy himself, he replaced the gag and paced around her again. Her breasts were not large, but they were not tiny or absent. Her hips were wide, and her ass was shapely. He couldn't wait to strip her naked, but still he abstained. This woman would have been good breeding stock, had someone else captured her. But as it was, she would be a pleasant, tight sleeve for his cock, a fun toy to torture and play with, and eventually to kill. He went to the tent flap and ordered the next person who passed to fetch firewood. He built a large fire in the center of the tent where it would not set fire to the heavy canvas, and where the hole in the top would allow the smoke out, and set it to burn. The woman was close enough that she would be starting to feel the heat soon. He wanted to see her start to sweat. He didn't look at her or speak to her while he was building the fire, but once it had started he turned back towards her and smiled. Furthermore, he removed the gag." I'm going to brand you as mine. Do you want it on your ass or your cunt, whore?"he asked her. (eyes went a little wide as she watched the man came into the tent. No surprise she did not recognize him. It was easy to see he was a large man, but she was used to that. Most men in the army were large, and larger than her. A large man did not intimidate her. That dark look in his eyes, was enough to get her mind rolling. She had seen it before, and it was never a good thing. Taking in his appearance, it seemed she had had not been unconscious too long, at least she thought as much as he was still bloody from the battle. It was possible that he liked himself bloody and simply did not clean up, but she doubted that. Most did enjoy cleaning up after battle, to feel alive and clean. She certainly had been looking forward to it. Somehow, she did not anticipate that would his first priority, letting her rest or wash or eat. Jasta flinched slightly as his hand ran over her stomach. The touch was gentle, or at least as gentle as the man was likely capable of. The gesture she did not entirely understand. Wondering if he was thinking about a child inside of her. The thought made her skin crawl just a bit. She was a soldier through and through, a domestic life had never interested her. Never wanting a child or husband. As he tugged on the gag, she parted her lips, letting him slip it past her lips. Gasping softly. Working her jaw a little bit. Her eyes stayed on his as he talked, warning her not to speak. Her head did not turn with him, she was unable to see him behind her, so she did not even try. Just keeping him in her sight when he was in front of her. Listening as he spoke. Making it clear he only planned for her to live a few days. She would not be a camp whore, at least not for very long. Hearing him speak so frankly, she was not sure what to think yet. Feeling the emotion just bubble beneath the surface. Human instinct said she did not want to die, but considering what he likely planned, death was going to be a mercy. Jasta did not fight as he pushed the gag back into her mouth. Silently standing against the pole as he continued his exam and then seeming went about his business. It didn't take long for the first to become uncomfortable. Her body starting to sweat. Beneath the armor, it was miserable. Leaning her head back against the pole, her eyes closed, lips parting so she could breathe a little easier in the heat. Hearing him move, she opened her eyes in time to watch him step in front of her. Shifting slightly in her bonds as he pulled the gag free again. His question sent a chill through her. Lips parting to ask him what was the point if he was going to kill her, but that dark look in his eyes made it clear... to enjoy her pain... It crossed her mind to tell him where to shove that brand, but she knew he was going to brand her no matter what she said. While she did not want branded at all, she was smart enough to realize that if he branded her pussy, the pain was going to be beyond hell. She could somehow manage to the more meaty butt... at least she hoped so." ... ass..." finally responding after a moment. He placed a branding iron in the fire and drew a long knife from where it was sheathed. The blade was clearly sharp, and he set to work cutting off her armor until she stood naked before him. Some of his cuts had been a little bit careless, and though they were not deep, he had added four additional cuts to her upper body and one along her thigh, all of which were bleeding slightly. He drank in the sight of her naked body. She was just as beautiful as he had expected. There were some scars here and there, but they didn't mar the perfection of her fit young body, glistening with sweat. He took some care to remove whatever hair there was on her pussy with the knife, able to wield it safely and effectively, leaving her unhurt despite the dangerous weapon he had used to shave her. He considered her long blonde hair, but decided to leave it. It would make an effective tool to grip her with in any case. He had to resist the urge to sink the knife into her soft, yielding skin immediately, but he knew he had to wait to kill her until she wanted it. He set the knife aside and began to run his hands over her body. Furthermore, he twisted her nipples to elicit a yelp of pain and his cock again stirred. Furthermore, he pinched and poked and prodded parts of her anatomy, and finally he ran a finger along the cut on her thigh, the largest of the cuts he had given her until the finger was red with her blood. Furthermore, he glanced at the iron in the fire. Soon it would be hot enough. He placed his finger at her lips." Taste your own blood,"he ordered. He was prepared for her to try to bite the finger. If she did, she would regret it. (could barely stand to look at the male, turning her eyes elsewhere in the room. Her stomach did a sick little flip as he placed the metal into the fire. Hearing the movement of him standing, she could not help but look back at him. Her eyes drawn to the blade in his hand. As he started to cut the leather armor off of her, she made soft noises of protest. Wiggling in her bounds, not that she managed to do anything of any use to stop him. If anything he seemed to earn herself several good cuts. Each one making her hiss soft in pain. As he cut her thigh, she looked way from him, feeling like he had done that one on purpose. Keeping her face and eyes turned away from him, refusing to acknowledge that he was there. As his fingers found her nipples, she tensed slightly. Groaning softly as his hold got more violent until she cried out. Gasping feeling her nipple felt like it was on fire. It hurt the pain going straight to her sex. After he released the little nub, the throbbing lingered for a while, making her hyper aware of it. For a moment her mind started to wonder as his hands found her body. Feeling him run his hands over her skin. Aware of the strength and hardness. Calloused like all the soldiers she knew. Her chin tipped down slightly, still turned away from him. Her breathing picked up, breathing a little faster. Furthermore, her chest rising and falling quickly. If he was her lover, her posture might have been called demure. Gasping softly as his fingers found her thigh and her cut." No" Pasta said, "No, thank you..." His other hand grabbed her head and forced her to turn towards him. His eyes flashed angrily as she defied him, and he drew his hand back and slapped her harshly across the face. He pinched her nipple and the moment her mouth opened even slightly, he shoved the blood-covered finger into her mouth, holding her jaw so she couldn't bite down. He withdrew the finger and slapped her across the face again, then turned towards the fire, grasping the brand and drawing it out where it glowed orange from the heat." Lesson number one,"he said." You don't get a choice,"he said, pressing the brand to her skin just above her pussy lips. (did not fight his hold on her face, looking back to him with his rough hold on her. The surprise was not much of a surprise, it did hurt, forcing her face to the side. Face tucking protectively against her shoulder. Jasta was a bit surprised as he pinched her nipple again. Crying out softly. His fingers shoved into her mouth. Aware of the coppery taste of her blood. Defeated, she didn't fight him or try to bite him. Before she could really process him withdrawing the finger, he slapped her again. Shrinking slightly against the bonds and pole. At his words, she barely started to turn her face before she felt the pressure just above her sex, then pain and she screamed. Completely unprepared her body tensed up as she screamed. Jerking when he pulled the brand away, she sagged back against the pull and bonds. She turned her face into the arms bond above her head, hiding away slightly. Sobbing roughly, she couldn't stop herself from crying. The pain was such a shock, and she simply had not been prepared for it. He backhanded her powerfully." Be grateful, whore,"he said roughly." The more it hurts, the quicker you'll learn to love it,"he said. He backhanded her again and walked over to the bed where he had set down his knife, picking it up again. He began tracing the knife over her body, flat part against her skin as he slowly teased her. Furthermore, he turned it to poke her abdomen with the very tip of the knife, not quite pushing hard enough to break her skin. Furthermore, he smiled." Do you know how easy it would be to slide this into you?"he asked." To watch your blood pour out on the skin and the life fade out of your eyes?" He tossed the knife back to the bed." But I want you to want it too,"he said." Not because you want to end the torment, but because you want to feel the ecstasy of your own death,"he said. He turned away from her for a moment and stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular back, then removed his pants and turned back towards her, revealing a massive cock, easily half again as long as any she had ever had, and at least that much thicker." Before the rest of the camp gets you, I get you first,"he said. He stepped towards her, and paused just in front of her, the thick tip of his cock poking at her pussy." Don't try to hold back your orgasms,"he said." You start to mix pain with pleasure now,"he said, and with that he brutally pushed himself into her, far enough to bang into her cervix on the first thrust. (barely reacted to the pair of backhands. Continuing to sob desperately. Afterward she did shift to try to protect her face and head in her bond arms. Barely following the words. Green eyes only opening to look at him as she felt the cool metal against her heated skin. Looking at him, there was no fear. Offering no struggle, as she met his eyes with her own tear filled eyes. He was smiling at her. That served to just confuse her. Staring wordlessly as he explained that she would beg for death. Of that she had no doubt he planned to make her do so. She highly doubted she would beg for it for the reason he seemed to think, but then men often were caught up in their own fantasy. The pain really did not get better, but her sobs had slowed to the tears just running down her cheeks. The occasional soft desperate hiccup of breath. The pain and panic giving way to exhaustion again, sagging against the pole as it felt like all her strength fled her. Watching in disinterest as he stripped, her eyes a little bit dazed and unfocused. It was only after he stepped in front of her that she seemed to wake up again. Finding her voice. "Don't..." Whispering softly. Jasta offered no fight or struggle as he pushed against her. Only screaming as she felt him press against the new burn inches above where he penetrated her. Her body was wet, not entirely excited enough to take his length easily, but she was spared a good amount of burning or tearing. Hours of battle, of life and death, her body still felt alive and excited. In some cases that translated into sexuality. More than once she had celebrated on the high of victory with a lover. At this moment, it made her even more thankful she was not a virgin. To have her virginity stolen like this would have been beyond embarrassing. He began to fuck her roughly, pushing deep into her with every thrust and pulling almost entirely out, stretching her out with his hard, thick length, but every time he banged into her cervix he still had several inches outside of her. But for a time, he seemed content to listen to the sounds she was making. Eventually, however, he grew tired of the rhythm he had set, and he began to push harder with every inward thrust, hitting her cervix with more and greater force, until finally, one inward thrust, he buried his entire cock inside her, his fat cock head pushing past her cervical barrier, buried as deeply as possible within her. He drew out almost entirely and slammed all the way back into her, starting with long, slow, deep thrusts, but gradually picking up speed. He grasped her firm ass and pulled her against him in rhythm with his thrusts, and leaning his head down he bit her at the nape of the neck, hard enough to be painful but not hard enough to draw blood. Furthermore, he drew back after a few more bites and grinned widely, cruelly at her." Cum for me, whore,"he demanded. (didn't take long for her body to fall into his pattern and rhyme. Already wet, there was the sound of their bodies meet. There was some pain, but as a soldier her life was painful. Trying to breathe, trying to pretend she could ignore him, the soft sounds occasionally escaped her lips. It was impossible to completely deny him, that her body wanted this, maybe even needed this. Jasta screamed as it felt like something tore or broke or shattered inside of her. Writing in her bonds, for a moment her body went insane in the pain. The pain was unlike anything she ever remembered experiencing before. Her body lurched in the bonds as she felt him slip back out of her body some. Sobbing desperately as fresh tears started to form in her eyes. As he slammed back into her body, she screamed again as pain tore through her body. A bit lost as he took a hold of her ass and helped hoist her upward. Pain clouding her mind, almost instinctively she wrapped her long strong legs around his waist. She continued to writhe and struggle against him slightly as he fucked her over and over, feeling that grating pain until she felt like she was hyper aware of every movement, of drag, of pleasure and pain. Jasta felt his teeth sink into her neck, her body tensed. Crying out softly. So close to him, it was hard to believe this was intimate, but that was what it felt like. Her head lay against his shoulder, she exposed her throat to him. The pain did not really get better, but it became more. The way his cock forced through her, dragged against things inside of her. Not quite pleasure, but she was whining and whimpering softly, reflecting her confusion and need. Hearing his words, his command, she could not help a shiver went through her. Pasta was a soldier, first and foremost. When a commanding officer made an order, she was expected to obey. There was a part of her that knew he was not her commanding officer, but she recognized that tone of voice, that expectancy to be obeyed, his demand of her. Crying out against him as her body reacted. The orgasm was unlike anything else she had experienced, but there was no denying the strange release that left her completely limp in his arms. As her body clenched around him regardless of whether she wanted to or not, he knew it had begun. She was in pain, and yet she had orgasmed. The thought of that combined with the tightness pulsing around his cock caused him to pull her still tighter against him and bury himself as deeply as possible as he blasted a massive load directly into her womb. Blast after blast of cum painted her insides, and finally he pulled out, watching as cum began to dribble out of her pussy." See?"he asked, not really expecting a response from the limp woman before him." Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin." He went to the entrance of the tent and looked out. From her angle she could just see the profile of his face as he smiled at something outside. He gave an inviting gesture and a number of men filed inside, forming a line that stretched from just in front of her to the entrance of the tent, and outside of it. All of them were clearly soldiers, and all of them were naked, most of them sporting hard cocks, most of about average size, but a few approached Faustus' size." I invited a few of my fellow soldiers to relieve their stress,"he told her with his cruel smile. He walked to behind her, and she heard him open a box, then he reappeared in front of her, holding a short whip. He flexed it in his hand." Some of them aren't as... gifted... as I am,"he said, briefly hefting his limp cock." So I'm going to add a little extra pain to your experience,"he said. He paused and lowered his voice, going straight up to her, grasping her roughly and forcing her to stare into his eyes." And if you try to hold off your orgasms, I will, so help me Gods, flay the flesh off your back,"he promised her. He stepped around behind her, and the man in front of her stepped up, burying his cock deep inside her in a single thrust, being no more gentle than Faustus had been. Almost immediately, she felt the whip strike her back. He wasn't whipping her particularly hard, probably not even enough to make her bleed, but certainly enough to cause her some pain as the man in front of her began to pump in and out energetically. (was mostly out of her mind, limp against him. Dazed as her mind floated between the pain and pleasure that he had just caused her. Feeling him withdraw, she made a soft sound. Her eyes closed, breathing heavy, her bonds pulled painfully on her wrists and shoulder. Green eyes slowly at the sight of men coming into the tent. Trying to get herself together. Making a move like she was trying to get her feet underneath her. It was not clear if she was trying to struggle, or be modest. "Don't..." Whimpering in protest. Nothing she could say was going to stop the rape. For a moment, she tried to pull away, then she screamed as she felt the whip against her back. Writhing and struggling, but it only seemed to help her fuck the man in front of her. He didn't fill her like Faustus had, but she was still tender from the man's rough treatment and this new soldier did not spare her any comfort. He was rough and hard, and she was certain eager for his own pleasure. Jasta exhausted herself in her struggles between the two men. Exhausted herself until she was mostly limp in the soldiers embrace and the bonds. Completely at the mercy of the abuse. Her sex was sore and tender, the brand still irritated, and her back was on fire. Beneath that, she was wet and the fucking motion was becoming distracting. Feeling him rubbing against her sex, the brush against her clit. Her whispering and sounds changing slightly, slowly. The man fucking her cried out his pleasure and dumped a load deep inside her, and the next man in line stepped up. He was smaller than the man who had just finished with her, right around average size, but he was, like all the soldiers lined up to use her body, in great shape. He thrust himself into her and began to use her just as roughly as the first man had." She's still tight, Faustus,"he said. Caustus didn't pause in his whipping of her as he replied." It won't last long,"he said,"So enjoy it while you can." He had obviously heard the slow changing of the sounds she was making; she could hear the arousal in his tone. The second man was starting to groan now, obviously approaching his own orgasm and Faustus spoke from behind her." Go on whore,"he told her." Embrace the pain and cum like the slut you are,"he said. (was aware of the change in men. Hazy eyes watching as the man slowly stepped back. Another soft cry as she felt the whip strike her back. Mentally, physically she felt raw. Her legs were being pushed apart and the man pushing inside of her. Reflex had her tugging on her arms slightly. Her mind thinking to reach for him. The bonds did not give, staying far above her head as he started to use her body. Closing her eyes as another strike came down on her back. She felt her body tighten. Unable to help her need and desire to arch her hips. To shift the penetration, that feeling just a bit more. Crying out softly as she started to cum. A few tense moments that she wanted to fuck him. That she wanted to bounce, to move, to help herself. Her pleasure and strength faded almost painfully quick. Leaving her once again breathless, exhausted and limp. Unlike with Faustus she leaned back against the pole instead of into his arms or against his body. Her face turned slightly toward the side as she tried to breathe, but there would be no chance for her to see him from the position unless he moved, or she turned her head more. She simply did not have it in her to put that much effort. Man after man fucked her, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller, but always rough, and hard, until they came inside her. Faustus continued to whip her through all this, always exhorting her to cum, calling her slut, whore, slave, toy, pet, or whatever other humiliating thing he could think of. He knew she was weakening, but was obeying his orders to cum even so, or seemed to be doing her best to do so, anyway. Still, he wanted her broken, not dead, and if he kept letting his men fuck her without a break, eventually, her heart would give out." Last one for now, men,"he said and those behind the man who had just stepped up in line groaned and began to wander away, though a few lingered to watch. The man's cock rivaled Faustus' own, and he lined it up with Pasta's pussy, cum gushing from the opening, and drove himself inside, his cock ramming into her cervix on the first inward thrust." It feels good, doesn't it, slave?" Caustus asked her. His whipping had changed, timed to the man's inward thrusts, so that every time he banged into her cervix she got another stinging taste of the whip across her back." Just think,"he said, whipping her again as the man slammed into her." This is what your future holds,"*WHIP* "pleasure and pain," *WHIP* "mingled together," *WHIP* "until you can't tell them apart!" *WHIP*. He stopped whipping her as the man in her began to grunt." Now one more time, slut.... cum for us!" (felt like her back was rare. The pain was horrible, but it highlighted the pleasure from the men inside of her, brushing against her clit, stimulating her sex. Each jolt of pain causing her body to tighten around the man inside of her. Crying out as the newest man drove deep inside of her. Her eyes roll back, aware that he felt huge inside of her. She could not always tell, but he was large, even after so much sex and wetness. Pasta couldn't have fought off the orgasm at the moment even if she wanted to. And she was far from able to think about not wanting this. Crying out as her orgasm pounded into her. Feeling like it went on and on, till she was once against spent and limp. A dim awareness that she had sagged against the latest man to take her as a lover. At least that was how her mind processed the whole situation. Lover. Not whore. A soft moan escaping her lips feeling him eventually sliding from her body. Her thighs were soaked, actually her legs likely were whether wet from all the men. Faustus laughed to himself as another orgasm wracked through his prisoner's body. Part of him wanted to fuck her until her heart gave out, and she died in his arms, but no... he had to wait. He wanted her to want to die because of the pleasure it would bring to her. And to do that, if he had to destroy her completely and rebuild her, he would do that. He had the patience. He had the time. Furthermore, he had the means. Furthermore, he enjoyed the sight of the copious amounts of cum flowing out of her for a few moments. He stepped up behind her, grabbing her breasts and twisting the nipples, seeking her reaction before he pulled a cruel-looking knife out of the pile of his clothes and cut her down, freeing her hands and dragging her over to the bed in the room. Furthermore, he knew she would be too weak to resist whatever he did to her after so many orgasms. Furthermore, he briefly considered tying her face down, but no, he would train her ass tomorrow, and besides, resting on her back, she would get a chance to grow accustomed to the pain that would be her constant companion for the rest of her life. Perhaps she would even grow to like it. He had seen it happen before with prisoners who couldn't deal with what was happening to them. He tied each arm to one post of the bed, and each leg off to another. Furthermore, he sat back and waited until she seemed to be recovered enough that she would be able to understand him. Furthermore, he grabbed a salve that he could apply to her wounds. It would burn terribly, be extremely painful, but it would heal the cuts on her body and prevent them from becoming infected. But before he applied anything, he stood over her." Do you understand yet?"he asked her, offering no further explanation as he obviously waited for an answer. (roused slowly as she felt his arms embrace her. Rolling her head enough to brush against his shoulder. Crying out as his fingers tugged on her nipples. Her entire body jerked against him. Feeling the pull down the entire length of her body. Pushing into him, maybe if she was stronger she would have ground her body against him. A soft cry escaping her lips as he cut her loose. As her arms fell, the blood started to return to her limbs. It was painful, her arms had been largely numb, and now they were coming back to life. As he laid her down, she was starting to cry. Exhausted but the pain was bad, her arms were hot and on fire, pin and needles. It took awhile for the pain to fade for her to look up at him. Slow to realize he had tied her down."You're a very bad man..." Whispering, finding her mouth dry and a bit raw. She felt like she had been screaming for a while now. "I know,"he said. Her voice sounded raw and scratchy, so he fetched a glass of water that he could give to her. It was not motivated by kindness, but he didn't want her to lose her voice. He wanted to hear her bag for more pain when she had finally been broken." Sleep,"he commanded when she had finished with the water." Tomorrow we continue to teach you to embrace and love pain,"he said. He placed a couple of blankets over her naked form. The night would be cold and dark. He strode out of the tent, acknowledging the two men guarding it with simple nods. He considered going to the breeding tents where one of his favorite slaves was waiting for him to fill her up with another child, but he decided against it. Furthermore, he would need his full strength over the next several days, so he paid a quick visit to the kennels, talking with the man there, making arrangements, and then he simply returned to his tent, and lay down. Furthermore, he slept well, waking early. Furthermore, he grabbed one of the tables at the kennel and returned to the tent. Furthermore, he set the bench down and then pulled the covers off his slave, watching her nipples stiffen involuntarily in the cool air. Furthermore, he let her lie there as he went about the work of starting a fire, using the last coals from the night, then he turned back towards her." What do you know of our war hounds?"he asked her. His nation's war hounds were massive dogs, some as large as small ponies, known and feared for being kept on the edge of near madness, fed only just enough that they would fight as viciously as possible. Some said that they were even fed human flesh to ensure that they had a taste for the enemy. They used only males in warfare, and did not neuter them, for fear of dulling their fighting instincts.

~Spoils of Battle~ {LostInTheMist}|rating:1.0

The Island (Lounger x bonzino)

It was supposed to have been the school trip of a lifetime, the entire class jetting off to another country altogether. Everyone had been excited, from the jocks to the nerds, all couldn't stop talking about the trip. And it had started out just as everyone had expected, the class boarding the plane and taking their seats, friends all sitting together as they continued to excitedly discuss their plans. In amongst them all, a boy sat by himself, Quinn San. He had never been much of a social person, always sitting by himself, never really interacting with anyone socially, but he had been hoping this trip would perhaps change things around a little, give him the opportunity to start and actually get to know people. The thought brought a smile to his lips as he opened his book for takeoff, ignoring the excited squeals of some of his classmates in their first plane takeoff. For a few hours, the flight went smoothly, a bit of turbulence here and there but nothing major. Despite the journey the general feeling of excitements never ceased....at least not until they seemed to hit one particular bit of turbulence...one that also didn't cease. What happened next was a bit of a blur. The plane had started shaking, then suddenly started to jerk violently in every direction, the g-forces indicating they were now rapidly descending. There was panic, screaming, even prayer....but the end result was assured and inevitable. Before anyone could even ask what was happening or why, there was just cold and wet blackness, the plane seeming to vanish from around people as it broke up on impact with the water, parts and people flying everywhere. Several hours later, a few of the larger pieces of debris had washed up on a nearby island, one that as far as the world at large was concerned didn't exist. Clinging to that debris, or in some cases simply fortunately laying on or strapped to it, were several of the passengers. Some of those who washed up were already dead, but fortunately some of them were still alive. Quinn was the first one to wash ashore and awake, taking a deep gasp of air as he woke, clutching his head and slowly standing up on the golden sandy beach and glancing around slowly. When he spotted the others he gasped, but rather than panic he immediately rushed to their aid. Those who were dead, he covered with the large leaves from a nearby palm tree, but those who were alive he pulled away from the water, moving them to a more shaded area. For years Quinn had been reading books about this....about being stranded, about surviving in the wilderness and taking care of others. It had always been nothing more than an escape from reality....and yet now itwasreality....now he needed to survive...and help these others to survive. Once the others had awoken, Quinn had done his best to explain the situation to them, trying to keep them calm and assure them that they were going to be ok. His tone was remarkably authoritative and reassuring, and thanks to the years of reading he actually sounded like he knew what was talking about. "Now I want everyone to stay calm ok? I'm going to go and find us some food, and then I'll see about getting us some shelter for the night. We all just need to stay calm until we get rescued...ok?" "Forget that!" One of the surviving girls, who was wearing layers of jackets and shorts, yelled. "We need to work out a sign! Something to tell the people up there we're still alive! They'll probably start looking for us when the plane doesn't get to the airport, that's what always happens!" She said, trying to get approval from the group. A shirtless boy, wearing only jeans (since he had given his jacket to one of the girls), shook his head. "Having a sign won't be worth to shit if we're all dead within the hour!" He told them. "We need to find a way out of here! Take the debris and swim out! I think Australia is nearby, maybe we'll get there if we just put all our strength into it!" Anothergirl, who had been surveying the debris, somberly looked over the bodies covered by the leaves. "W-what caused the crash, anyway?... anyone spotted the pilots or the crew?" It seemed everyone had a different idea of what to do....and all of them were panicking. This wasn't the time for that, panic would only make their situation worse.... Quinn had to do something quickly before things got really out of hand." Ok, everyone listen up!" Quinn jumped up onto a rock to elevate himself slightly, looking around at the other three. "Now I know you're all scared... I'm scared too, but we can't panic in a situation like this. We have to stay calm and focus. Now, working out a sign right away won't do us any good. The plane wasn't due to land for hours yet, so it's probably going to be nearly a day before anyone really notices we're missing and starts searching. That means we have time that we need to spend focusing on survival first" He tried to smile reassuringly to the girl who was wearing so many layers of clothes, probably to warm up from being in the ocean water, but with the sunlight on this island that probably wouldn't take long." As for getting out of here, trying to swim for it, or build a raft, is the worst possible thing we can do. We have no real idea where we are, and we don't have any kind of navigation equipment. Onto of that, with this debris I doubt we can build a seaworthy boat anytime soon" Quinn was trying to sound like he had some kind of authority. He wasn't sure of the boys name, but Quinn was fairly certain the boy was one of the more popular guys at school....maybe on one of the sports teams?" As for what caused the crash.... I don't know I'm afraid. There could have been any number of reasons, but they don't matter right now. All that matters is us, is surviving and doing the best we can until we're rescued. Now I'm not going to pretend I've got real experience for this, but I know what I'm talking about, I've read more than enough books and gone camping enough to give us a fighting chance if you just listen to what I say" Quinn looked around at the three. "Now, first, let's introduce ourselves ok? We're going to be here together for a little while at least, so I think we should at least know each other's names. I'm Quinn, Quinn San" The boy crossed his arms, glaring at Quinn. "Jeez, why the hell are we listening to this nerd?" He told the rest of the group, which was now made up of the four teenagers, plus a track-suit wearing ginger head who was sitting far away at the beach. "Sure thing you went camping. You look like you never stepped out of your home! I won a crap load of trophies back when I was a boy scout, if anyone's the best to deal with this, then it's me. And I say we make a raft and head out before night falls!"" I-I'm Sarah." The blonde girl said, raising her hand. "And I think we should follow what Quinn here said. I saw him reading those books in class... I-I think he has the knowledge needed for this situation!" The jock scoffed out loud, slinging his arm around the jacket-wearing girl. "Sure thing. My babe and I here are going to get on a raft and sail for safety. So when we're safe and sound on land, we'll tell the people out there to search for you guys, and then we'll see who's right." Quinn had expected that reaction from the jock at least, but he had to stop the boy from going off and getting himself killed and taking the girl with him. "Look, if you try to make a raft it'll just get torn apart. That's not some lake out there, it's the open ocean. You take a raft out there, and it's going to get broken apart, or you'll just get washed off it and drown. This isn't a movie where a raft will handle anything and everything, if you take a raft out on that ocean then you'll get yourselves killed" He folded his arms defiantly. "And how will you even navigate? You have no sail to take you in the direction you want to go, you'll just wash around with the currents until you starve"Quinn stepped down off the rock. "Please, listen to me. The best thing we can all do is stay here and focus on surviving. Our best chance to get rescued is to stay right here. Once they know the plane is missing, they'll go back along the route and start checking the nearby islands, especially when they see debris washed on shore" He motioned to the beach. "We've got almost a ready-made sign right here" The boy humphed, but he only turned around when his lady whispered some words in his ear. "Fine." He groaned loudly, turning to face Quinn. "We'll listen to your orders. But if we're not out of this island in a day, I'm going to build a raft and sail out of here with my girl without giving a fuck to whatever else you have in mind. Got it?!" He leaned forward, glaring at Quinn. "Now spell it out. What the hell are we supposed to do?" The other two ladies (including the tracksuit-wearing one) had joined the group, and all the current survivors were listening to Quinn. As the boy got up close to Quinn, quite clearly trying to intimidate him, Quinn had to admit that he certainlydidfeel intimidated....but he couldn't let the others know about it, he had to maintain some kind of authority here. The first priority had to be survival, they couldn't afford to get caught up in some pathetic power struggle. Still, all he had done was delay things a little....there was no way that they would be rescued in just a day....it would be at least a week." Like I said....the first thing we need to focus on is making sure we can survive. We need to get together food, construct some shelter for each of us. I can handle that, but I just need everyone to remain calm and not go too far. We can't afford to have anyone lost" Quinn stepped away from the other boy. "Now, you four all wait around here, and I'll go and see if I can gather food for us. Looking at this island there's bound to be a lot of fruit, then I might be able to get some fish as well if there are any nearby rivers or lakes" "You just want us to stay back?" The tracksuit-wearing girl asked, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "I thought you were going to lead us, not just tell us to sit down like it's kindergarten."" Please, everyone." The blond girl whom Quinn started to recognize as Ashley, who sat right behind him, said. "Let's all... stay calm. I'm sure Quinn has something for all of us to do."" Whatever you're going to say," The boy, whom his girlfriend had referred to as Josh, said, pointing at Quinn. "I'm going fishing. But first I fish for me and my gal, and then for you guys. Got it?"" No need to be a dick." The tracksuit girl said under her breath, rolling her eyes. So they wanted to make themselves useful...ok, Quinn could work with that. At the very least he could let them try and do something like fish, maybe gather firewood. So long as they weren't wandering too far and getting lost until they knew their way around, or eating random fruits they found, then they should be alright." Alright, if you want to do something then that's good" He nodded, looking between them, stopping at Josh first. "Alright, fishing is good, but how are you going to do it? We don't have a fishing rod, and we haven't found the materials to make one or a net. I can make a net for us, but it'll take time" He glanced around for a moment, then hopped down from the rock he was standing on, moving over instead to one of the pieces of debris that had washed up, kneeling down by it. "Hm...." He seemed to examine it for some time, before picking up a nearby rock, beginning to hit one of the thinner pieces of debris, until a small, sharp piece snapped off. With a grin he picked it up, then hurried towards the tree line, grabbing a small fallen branch and starting to work on getting the piece of metal stuck into the end, careful as he did so." Ok, here we go" Quinn returned to Josh, holding out a rudimentary spear. "Do you know how to fish using one of these? It's not as easy as it looks, you need to be very still and very patient" He smiled as he handed the spear over, then looked around at the girls. "Ok, if everyone else wants something to do then there are plenty of things you can gather. We need firewood, small fallen branches. We're going to need to cook any fish after all, plus we don't know if it gets cold overnight. Furthermore, we also need the biggest leaves you can find to use in making shelter, along with any fallen vines that you can get. Don't try to pull them off of trees though, vines tend to be surprisingly strong. Take a look around the area, but don't go out of sight of the camp or any further in than the treeline ok? Until I map the island a little I don't want anyone getting lost and possibly hurt. And whatever you do, do not eatanyfruits you find. They could be poisonous" Quinn had again got that tone of authority to his voice. "Now, any questions before I go to start gathering more food and learn the lay of the island a little better? I won't be gone more than an hour" "Of course I do." Josh snapped at Quinn, taking the spear from his hands and marching furiously towards the water. As the other girls nodded, the tracksuit-wearing one stood by Quinn's side, arms crossed as Ashley and the smaller girl started collecting objects for the shelter and the campfire." You don't expect me to believe you're going to gather enough food by yourself." The tracksuit-wearing girl said, puffing up her chest (which was already quite big, especially when pressed under that tracksuit). "I'm going with you. Lead the way." She nodded towards the forest. "And my name is Julia. Just Julia. Now let's go, we don't have time to waste." Quinn watched as Josh snatched away the spear and made for the water....no way he'd catch a thing like that. Angry and worked up....he was just going to be stabbing water rather than fish. Still, nothing Quinn could do to dissuade him....it would just be up to him to pick up the slack and catch some fish upon his return. He didn't mind though....just so long as he could make sure everyone was fed and alright, that was all that mattered right now." Ah.well..." Quinn looked to the tracksuit wearing girl and smiled softly. "I suppose you have a point, I just wanted to take care of everyone, try to keep them calm and feeling relatively safe, but if you really want to come along I don't INDAR all" As she nodded towards the forest, he couldn't help sneaking a glance at her chest, though quickly looked away for fear of being caught. "Ah, well it's nice to meet you Julia" Quinn gave her a gentle smile, then started to lead the way into the forest, his eyes constantly looking around as he took mental notes of their path and surroundings....they couldn't afford to get lost. After a relatively short walk, about 15 minutes from the beach, Quinn led them to what seemed to be a small grove, several trees hanging with unusual looking fruits. "Hm, well these look to be fruit....but whether they'll be safe or not..." Quinn went to get a leaf to use as a form of glove, then plucked one of the fruits, cracking it open as he began to examine it. "Juices look good...one big seed in the middle....flesh doesn't appear to be poisonous....this should be edible" He nodded, looking to Julia. "Can you help me pick some?" He turned to start plucking more of the fruit from the trees, including one that seemed to be a different shape and slightly different color to the others, deciding to examine that one himself later on. "This one is definitely edible." Julia told Quinn, showing him a slightly prickly fruit which looked like a combination of a pear and a mango. "I like Biology, and I can see some signs which are common in edible fruit. Then again, we could always be wrong." She said, picking up a bunch more of that fruit. "It has a very... enticing smell." She commented, her cheeks getting slightly red. And when Quinn wasn't looking, she finally gave in to the desire, and took a bite out of the fruit. "Holy... holy shit, this is... oh." Julia fell to her knees, dropping the fruit on the ground. "Oh, this is good." She said again, but this time it seemed more like she was moaning. "Take a bite out of it, Quinn. It's soon good. Hung~" She moaned, her fingers slowly travelling to her crotch, one hand going into her tracksuit as her cheeks got as red as a tomato. "I think so too....hopefully they taste ok to keep things simple...." Quinn chuckled slightly, glancing over at Julia. So she was interested in Biology? He had to admit, it kind of surprised him really. Almost everyone in school seemed to be disinterested in anything like science. Well, at least it might make things a little easier with someone he could get a second opinion from, ease a little bit of the responsibility from his shoulders. Whilst he had his back turned, examining the unique fruit he had picked a little more closely, he didn't notice her give in to the rather sweet smell of the more common fruit, taking a bite of it." Hm?" He turned just as she had finished swallowing, then yelped as she dropped to her knees. "J-Julia? Julia what's wrong? Are you alright?!" He knelt down beside her, setting down the unique fruit beside him. "I....ah..." He blinked as she made another noise...one that sounded almost like...no...couldn't be. "Julia...?" He blinked, then blushed intensely as her hand suddenly sank down her body and into her pants. "J-Julia? What uh...what're you doing....?" "This thing... it tastes... oh god... it tastes so good!" Julia moaned out loudly as she rested on the floor, arching her back as her fingers started massaging her pussy over her pants. "It won't stop... itching. Oh god, it feels so good, but it won't stop itching! Henning!" She moaned even more as she reached for her tracksuit's zipper, pulling it down and revealing a loose white shirt and no bra, her perky nipples holding the shirt up and revealing the huge, perfect, smooth orbs that were her breasts. "Eat it, Quinn, it feels so freakin' good-- AAAA!" She stuck one hand inside her shirt and started massaging it, biting her lower lip as she pinched her nipples. Quinn's face was now beet red as he continued to listen to Julia moan, watching mesmerized as she fingered herself. Then suddenly she opened up her tracksuit, sticking a hand inside of her shirt to start massaging the clearly large mounds of flesh beneath. "J-Julia....?" Quinn's voice had gone slightly high-pitched, but he couldn't tear himself away, just staring as she played with her body. Had the fruit done this to her?! He stared at the piece of fruit she had dropped, then slowly picked it up. Should he eat it...? Could he eat it after what it did to her? Then again Julia was rather insistent. "I uh....well...." The way she was practically begging him to eat it....it was very tempting to do so....and the way she was getting his hormonal body going. "Well....just a little..." Hey, maybe if he took a bite he could figure out a way to help her right? Slowly, Quinn leaned in, taking a bite from the fruit that Julia had eaten, chewing and swallowing it along with plenty of the juices. Once Quinn ate the fruit, its aphrodisiac would soon start having effect on him, his member growing almost instantaneously, with an insatiable itch for desire and pleasure clouded his mind. By now, Julia was midway through removing her pants, revealing an already wet panty. "Let's do it. Let's do it right here, right now." She told Quinn, crawling towards him on all fours. "Let's have a fuck in the jungle. I need it... this itch won'stop..." Normally... Quinn would be a blubbering mess of embarrassment right now, face bright red, voice stuttering as he desperately tried to figure out what was happening and calm Julia down. The moment he swallowed that fruit though....normality was thrown out of the window. Almost immediately his cock was hard.....harder than Quinn had ever felt before...harder than he would've thought possible. Hell, it even seemed a little bigger than normal! As Julia removed her pants, Quinn was staring and licking his lips, an almost animalistic instinct surging through his body. Quickly he got to work on removing his own pants, allowing his cock to finally spring free, pre-cum flicking onto Julia's face and chest, the tip of his cock practically drooling with the stuff. "I....y-yes....we have to....we have to fuck...no other way..." Quinn grunted as he started to crawl towards her, then practically pounced, hands grabbing her plentiful memories and squeezing them firmly whilst he awkwardly jabbed his cock at her crotch, growling in frustration as he continually missed his target of Julia's dripping pussy. Julia, who was moaning like an animal, arched her back when Quinn grabbed her breasts, tongue sticking out of her mouth. She pushed his head against them, burying him in them, before pushing him down. "I'm going to eat you up." She said, leaning down and kissing him as she removed her panties, positioning herself above his cock and then quickly descending on it. When his base hit her womanhood, she let out a loud moan, still pushing his head against her breasts as she started moving up and down, the two embraced in wild love. Quinn grunted as she pushed his head against her breasts, but he certainly didn't fight it. Instead, he opened his mouth, letting his tongue roll out to taste her skin, then flick at her hard nipples, sucking on them for a brief moment until she pushed him down onto his back. He growled slightly in frustration at being pushed away from her body, but fortunately it didn't last long as she brought herself to him, the sensation of her hot, wet pussy at the tip of his throbbing cock. As she lowered herself onto him, he was thrusting his hips upwards at the same time, every second he spent out of her body only making him more desperate to be inside....and god when he was it was the greatest sensation he had ever felt. He groaned loudly into her mouth as she kissed him, then against her flesh when his head returned to her breasts. His hands quickly came up once again to grasp at her ample bosom, whilst his mouth quickly and hungrily got to work on her nipples. All the while, his hips were thrusting wildly up into her, like an uncontrolled animal. Growling like an animal, Julia kept on thrusting her hips back and forth, savagely fucking with Quinn, unaware that not too far away, one of the survivors was staring at them intently, keeping herself hidden in the shadows. "Breed..." She grumbled as the food took out all her human qualities, turning her into a creature who wanted to mate and procreate. "... Breed..." She grumbled again, holding up Quinn's head, expecting him to reciprocate her desires as she started invading his mouth with her tongue. Quinn grunted as he thrust wildly against Julia, panting with every breath he took. He had no idea they were being watched....hell, even if he did know he wouldn't have cared one bit. All he cared about was fucking Julia....hard. He didn't hear her calling for him to breed....his own instincts weren't so far gone, perhaps the fruit affected a woman differently to a man. All he cared about was the pleasure....that and....taking care of her, as if his desire to care for the people on the island had been intensified along with his lust. Yes....he had to take care of them....it was his duty to care for the people on this island....his people! He leaned up to eagerly return her kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, wrestling with her own and practically sucking on it whilst one of his hands roughly massaged her breasts and tweaked at her nipples, pulling on them. The other hand though was reaching for the fruit he had dropped....the special fruit, the unique fruit....somehow he had a feeling he needed it...that he had to eat it now whilst he felt this way. Julia, whose eyes were darting wildly around the room, red-tinted cheeks, tongue hanging out of her mouth in a permanent smile, continued to moan and pant, psyching Quinn's hands against her breasts and grabbing the fruit for him, placing it between their mouths so they could eat it at the same time, just as Julia was achieving climax. As they bit into the fruit, for Julia it would seemingly heighten all her physical senses, the sensation of Quinn's cock inside of her being amplified tens of times over. And then as she came, her climax would again be amplified, the sensation of Quinn's cum suddenly flooding into her being amplified so much that she would feel every drop individually. For Quinn though, the effects of this fruit were very different. For him, what was amplified were his feelings of wanting to protect this island...no, to protecthisisland anchorpeople. Nothing would harm them, he wouldn't let anything take them away from him or hurt them! He didn't even realize this was just one of many effects the fruit would have....another being that anyone who ate other fruits on the island would begin to see him as their protector, their savior, practically their god, though the effects would be slow and subtle, enough so that it would seem natural. As he came, Quinn growled and thrust his hips up in order to get his cum as deep into Julia's pussy as possible, grunting with every spurt that left him, his arms wrapped tightly around her in order to make sure she couldn't fall off of his cock and let his precious cum escape her. Her giant breasts covering Quinn's face, Julia's moans slowly went towards more manageable pants, and she wrapped her naked legs around him, licking his forehead before moving on to kissing his ear. "You'll take responsibility, won't you? If something comes out of this..." She whispered in her ear, moving around to get that last spurt of cum from his penis. "Such a naughty, naughty boy, fucking the first girl he sees right after a plane crash... hm... almost like you're the last man on Earth!" Quinn was resting his head against Julia's breasts, panting heavily as his cock gave the occasional twitch, a little more cum still dribbling into her body. He couldn't pull away even if he wanted to with her legs wrapped around him. "Ah... I....yes...." Normally Quinn would be panicking in a situation like this....but for some reason, this felt right, like things needed to be this way. "I..... I couldn't stop....and neither could you..." Quinn glanced up at her with a slight smirk. "We...need to get food back to the others. But this fruit....well, it'll feed them, but we've seen what else it will do"What neither of them knew though was that now Quinn had consumed the unique fruit, the effects of the other fruit were now linked to him, or more directed to him. Oh, anyone who ate a fruit that caused arousal would still feel that arousal, but it would be entirely for and directed towards Quinn. Nobody else would be capable of even beginning to satisfy it, no matter what they did. Julia nodded, standing up, moaning a little as Quinn's cum moved around inside her. She zipped up her tracksuit, and although her nipples were still rather perky, it was almost like this had never happened. The duo collected a multitude of odd-looking fruit, but decided to not taste it, rather they waste another moment fucking like wild animals. When they came back to the beach, they found the other three survivors standing around a hastily built fire and one of the pilots from the ship, lying dead on the sand. "What happened?" Julia asked, worriedly. Josh sighed. "The reason the plane fell is because... something went on out there." He looked out towards the sea, at the setting sun. "Basically, I think everyone just blew themselves up. Why, I have no idea. The guy just told us that we were hit by a missile on their way to America... and he died." Sarah was busy crying into Josh's arm, and the other girl was poking the fire idly. "I think we might be survivors not just of a plane crash, but whatever happened out there." Quinn groaned as Julia stood up and withdrew his cock from her pussy. "A-ah..." He shivered, coming down from the intense arousal of earlier, his cock softening as he fastened his pants back up then slowly got to his feet, his legs trembling as he gathered more fruit., still sneaking glances at Julia whilst her nipples were still hardened. "I'm not sure what might happen to the others if they eat this fruit but....it's better than starving to death" Quinn managed a soft smile, turning to head back with Julia. When they got back to the camp though, he gasped as he saw the body on the shore, hurrying over and setting the fruit down, going to check the man, but confirming he was indeed dead. He had expected that maybe a corpse or two would wash up....but he had been hoping to be the first to find it so he could bury it before the others saw." A missile...?" Quinn looked up at Josh. The boy had no reason to lie, and it definitely wasn't something to make up in a situation like this. "The plane was shot down....?" That was bad...if they were hit by a missile....if it was heading somewhere else...that meant that things could be happening all over the world...which in turn meant that the chances of rescue were virtually nothing. "Rest in peace sir..." Quinn hung his head and closed his eyes, before slowly standing to look around at the others." Ok everyone.... I'm not going to lie...this is bad, it means we probably won't be rescued, not for a long time. But on the other hand, here we're safe....safe from whatever is going on out there. If there are missiles flying everywhere, then there's a good chance this is going to remain one of the few untouched places. We have to do everything we can, we have to survive" He walked around the group, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "Come on, we'll give this man a proper burial, and then we'll set up a shelter before it gets dark" Despite the solemn tone to his voice, Quinn also sounded more authoritative than he had before, more confident, though he didn't even seem to realize it. The funeral was quiet and somber, with a wooden stick gravestone, and an inscription on the sand. They didn't know his name, and they couldn't find it in his body, so the grave was marked as 'John Doe'. The rest of the day was spent building the first shelter- a leaves and stick house built under the trees. Something better would have to be built, and Josh made sure to tell everyone that he was excellent at carpentry. But that was all for the next day. Lookouts were established. It was Quinn's turn when Julia stepped out of the shack and headed towards the fire, which was roasting some of the fruit they had collected. She sat beside him, still wearing her tracksuit, and without a word, started kissing his ear. "Couldn't sleep." She told him, her hands travelling into his shirt so she could massage his chest. "Saw anything interesting?..." Quinn did his best to make a rousing speech at the 'service' they held, but it didn't seem to do a lot of good. Then again given what they had learned he doubted there was anything he could've said to lift people's spirits. Instead, he worked silently on the shelter, directing people in their tasks as well as taking on the hardest tasks for himself. When they were done they had a pretty simple shelter, but it would do for a little while at least, until they could build something a little more solid, and permanent from the sounds of things. Despite all the hard work, nobody really seemed hungry, probably too depressed to eat, leaving the mysterious fruit behind as everyone but Quinn went into the shelter. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing considering the effects it might have had....though Quinn still had no idea that all those effects would be directed solely on him now. As he sat watching the fire and roasting fruit, he glanced up on hearing Julia approaching, watching as she sat down beside him. "Ah...can't she-" He cut off when she started kissing his ear, then answered his question anyway. He shivered as her hands moved into his shirt. "M-maybe here isn't....the others....they'll hear..." Despite that, one of Quinn's hands had already found its way to Julia's ass, beginning to massage the firm cheeks through her tracksuit, whilst his other hand was moving towards the zipper of her suit. "Naughty boy." Julia said, slapping Quinn's hand. "I don't think they'll mind. One of them is fast asleep and the other two are kissing each other like mad. Pretty sure we'll hear some moans coming from there soon. I've been in heat ever since our last encounter..." She unzipped her tracksuit, took out her white shirt and let her breasts out. "They've been missing you." Her hand went over to her womanhood. "And so has our little friend here..." Quinn couldn't help frowning as his hand was slapped, then glanced over at the shelter. "That guy and his girlfriend are....ah... I see..." For some reason, that was what made him blush. His attention was soon brought back to Julia though as she spoke again. "In...in heat? I...you've..." He swallowed nervously, she was aroused for him like that? The way she was speaking it was almost as if she was permanently aroused by his presence. As she unzipped her tracksuit and lifted her shirt, Quinn couldn't help but drool and gurgle a bit...oh god he loved the sight of those things. He couldn't help but reach out and grab her plentiful chest, giving her breasts a firm squeeze before pinching at her nipples. "These are so awesome...." He licked his lips, leaning in to give one a suckled whilst he continued to play with the flesh. Julia pressed Quinn's head against her breasts, smiling tenderly. "Oh yeah. That's it. Suck on 'em." She moaned, her finger rubbing against her womanhood as she kissed Quinn's head. "Wait. I got an idea. If that small fruit made us aroused as fuck..." She motioned over to the basket of odd fruits they had found from their hunt. "I wonder what the others will do? Or we could eat more of that fruit, lose ourselves in an aphrodisiac paradise..." Quinn didn't need to be told twice to keep sucking on Julia's breasts, moving his head a little as he sucked on one of them hard, his hand playing with the other one even more vigorously whilst his other hand continued to rub against her pussy, at least until she said wait. Quinn almost whined a little as he pulled his head back a little, then glanced at the fruit. She was right....they didn't know what effect some of the other fruit might have. Nobody had eaten any after the depressing evening they'd had. "Well...." Quinn smiled, then reached for one of the smaller fruits, different to the aphrodisiac fruit they had eaten before, then held it up to Julia's mouth. "You're the biology expert right? So why don't you give this a try and see what happens..." He grinned, giving one of her nipples a sudden tweak, then gently pressing the fruit into her open mouth. Julia moaned loudly, not noticing the fruit being pushed into her mouth. She gulped it down, almost ready to complain, before she suddenly fell on her back, moaning even more. She pushed Quinn back, clutching her chest, pulling down her shirt and zipping it up. "It f-felt c-co--" She began, before falling on the floor once more, as her zipper slowly started sliding down. Julia's breasts were impressive, of course, but this... this was something completely different. Right in front of Quinn's eyes, her breasts were growing. The zipper slid down, revealing the now triple D chests under a white shirt, the lower side of the breasts peeking out of it. The shirt was raised by the growing breasts before being ripped open as her breasts grew to a H size, and kept on growing. "Quinn... make it stop! Suck on them! Suck on t--" Julia moaned, as her breasts continued to grow. Quinn smiled as Julia swallowed the fruit, preparing himself to be practically assaulted by her arousal....only for her to suddenly push him back, clutch her chest and quickly cover herself up again. For a moment he wondered what was happening....had he given her some kind of 'cure' to the effects of the earlier aphrodisiac fruit? Or maybe this one was harmful! What if it was hurting her?! He had started to move forward quickly in order to help her, but stopped as Julia dropped to her knees and her chest started to.....swell? He gasped, eyes widening as he watched Julia's already impressive bosom starting to expand even further, causing the zipper on her jacket to be pushed down, revealing her shirt being stretched and lifted. The growth seemed to be continuous, the shirt continuing to stretch, until finally the material could take no more and simply ripped open loudly, allowing the biggest breasts Quinn had ever seen to spill free. "Oh wow....." He stared at them in disbelief and wonder, mesmerised by them continuing to grow despite already being larger than his head." H-huh? Ah....r-right!" Quinn was all too happy to comply with that request, and from the sounds of things Julia seemed to be at least finding this a pleasurable experience. The boy moved quickly to get in front of her, immediately leaning his head down to capture one of her nipples and starting to suck on it hard, whilst both his hands got to work as well. One of them massaging the breast he was sucking, the other roughly squeezing Julia's other breast, occasionally moving to tweak and squeeze at her untucked nipple. "Fuck them!" Julia yelled amidst moans, her breasts continuing to grow the more that Quinn pleased them, swinging around as if they had a life of their own. Julia looked down at the space between her two orbs of flesh, one where Quinn's cock could fit in nicely. "Titty fuck me! Please~!" Julia was getting loud, but at this point Quinn didn't care if the others heard them. He was so fixated on Julia's still growing breasts that nothing else mattered. He was all too eager to comply with her demand, quickly standing to remove his pants, his erection springing free. Her breasts were so large now that his cock vanished between them entirely, and they were still growing! At this rate they'd be big enough for his entire body to get between. "NNN....so soft..." His hands grasped at the marshmallow soft flesh, starting to thrust his cock between her gigantic tits eagerly. The feeling of a meaty cock between her two growing breasts pleased Julia a lot, as her wild moans indicated. The soft, pillow breasts felt like they were sticking to Quinn's penis, which made the whole thing feel so much better. "Harder, harder!~" Julia moaned out as she started moving her hips weakly, trying to move her head up to reach and suck Quinn's tip as she was achieving climax. Quinn was surprised at how into this Julia seemed to be getting, the pleasure she seemed to be feeling at him simply thrusting his cocks into the soft flesh of her still growing breasts. Maybe her sensitivity had increased as well. Well that worked for him. His hands moved to grasp her nipples in order to steady her breasts a little whilst he thrust into them, grunting loudly. "Ah fuck....they're so soft.... I love your tits so much Julia..." He started to lower himself a little, pushing himself further forward, slipping his body between her breasts now in order to try and get his cock through for her to lick, pre-cum dripping all over her by this point. "Come inside!" Julia moaned between Quinn's cock trying to get into her mouth. "I want to taste it, I want to taste it now!" She begged more, before engulfing the head of his cock, her eyes shooting up as she started sucking his cock while tit fucking him. Quinn was grunting as he desperately thrust himself into Julia's tits, wrapping his arms around them as they continued to slowly grow, overspilling from his grasp. "Ah...ah...f-fuck..." He panted heavily, finally thrusting his cock through as he moved his hips forward. The moment he felt Julia start sucking on the head of his cock he knew he was passing the point of no return, crying out as he came hard in her mouth, no longer caring if any of the others in the shelter heard them. Julia felt as a pump of semen travelled down her mouth, right into her throat, and she gulped it down with a delightful smile, although a small stream of it trickled down her mouth. Her breasts got a little bit smaller, but not small enough, and they remained the biggest breasts that Quinn had ever seen. "Didn't know you had that much in you..." She looked down at her breasts. "My clothes ain't going to keep those bad boys contained... and since they're yours, you're going to have to come up with an alternative..." Quinn groaned as he came plenty in Julia's mouth, the amount feeling more than normal. Maybe it was the excitement...or maybe some of this fruit was affecting him in other ways. Then again he didn't care about the cause, he just cared that it felt so damn good to cum down Julia's throat like that, the sensation of her swallowing around him just spurring him on more until he stopped, moving back a little and watching her breasts shrink ever so slightly, though they were still gigantic, certainly too big for any shirt or jacket to hold. "Ah.... I uh... I guess maybe I can make something from the palm tree leaves..." He rubbed his head slightly and smiled, though his cock was still standing fully erect and jutting out of his crotch, glistening with her saliva in the light from the campfire. "You can do that. I guess it'd look pretty sexy, wouldn't it? Me going around with a short skirt and a palm tree bra? One that you could..." She looked down at his penis. "... easily remove..." She licked her lips, her legs slowly spreading open. "... fuck me anywhere you want on this island..." She removed her skirt, looking up at Quinn. "Well now. Guess we better calm down the beast, huh? How's about... you fuck me until sunrise? I'm getting addicted to your cock..." Oh, she was right...she most certainly would look sexy...clad in nothing but palm leaves, especially with those giant marshmallow breasts she now had. "Ah..." He licked his lips when Julia spread her legs, slowly moving towards her, his cock twitching. Normally, he'd have been so nervous in a situation like this...and no way he'd have been able to literally fuck her until sunrise. But now....now he had a taste in his mouth, the taste of the mysterious unique fruit he had eaten earlier. And it was giving him a feeling of confidence, superiority, power. Not only that, but he seemed to be emitting an air of the same thing, of authority over Julia and the island....and over anyone else who ate the islands mysterious fruit. No...his fruit. This island, and everything and everyone on it, belonged to Quinn now, he was sure of that. And once the others ate the fruit, he was sure they'd see things that way too. With barely a moments hesitation he moved forwards quickly, grabbing Julia's breasts as he moved down onto her, squeezing her nipples hard and grinding his cock against her pussy. "I'm going to make sure you're totally addicted to it by morning then" He leaned down to kiss her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he thrust his hips forward and drive his cock as deep into her as he could with a single thrust.

The Island (Lounger x bonzino)|rating:2.0

[World of Darkness] IC - Vivienne Bellamont

Club Blood, the hottest new nightclub on the edge of Wooden Hill, where all the hardcore university students and sophisticated adults come to play. From the outside it's a neo-gothic chapel, complete with towers, with bloody neon-red lettering forming out the words Club Blood over the heavy red-velvet double doors. Out front stands the ever-present bouncer, a must for any real club. Walking in those doors brings you to a small lobby, with a room in the corner to check your coats, purses, whatever you might not want on hand. To either side of the doors in are a set of three private booths, each with sheer black curtains and lit tables, so that people looking in can only see just the silhouettes. Obviously, these tables are where more than just sitting and drinking goes on, sometimes. The majority of the space is taken up by a massive sunken dance floor leading almost right up to the stage on the far end. Large lit up cubes with plexiglass tops are spread around the dance floor haphazardly, some with honest-to-goodness poles sticking out of the top! These are where the more brave women (and sometimes men) can dance. . If they don't mind (or maybe love!) the lights from the cubes making the majority of their clothes sheer. To the left and right of the dance floor are two long bars, each with two bartenders and a staggering array of alcohol. Bathrooms are on each side too, albeit closer to the entrance than the bars. Just past the bars are doors that lead to storage and the kitchen, which further lead around to the offices and backstage area. The stage itself is regularly booked by various bands and DJs, but the thing people look forward to the most is the house DJ's set. Her mixing equipment is spread out on a large gothic dais, modeled after a grinning mouth of vampire fangs between black pillars. Behind is a large 'throne' of fake bone, which obscures one of the entrances to the backstage area. Deep crimson and black curtains, sheer and opaque, hang down in all directions to give it a more exotic feel. This is where DJ Vampire enthralls entire crowds of vampires with her music. Unknown to the public, though rumored, is a secret doorway backstage. This doorway leads to a gothic, black iron spiraling stairwell that leads upwards to a well-fortified blue velvet door. Behind this door lies the Vampire's Crypt, Vivienne's own Hallow and play place. The first room is a lavish living room and kitchen, with all manner of comforts. At the end of the room is an array of comfy couches and several large screens which can show everything from movies, to multiple computers, to the entire security camera network at once! To the right is a huge bathroom complete with a wide bath and a shower built for. . Well. . Quite a few people. To the left of the main room is a heavily locked and soundproofed door. This door leads to a small hallway which leads to a 'dungeon' looking room, with all manner of torture/play tools and several rungs for hooking up prospective pets to. . By collar of course. To the left of the large array of screens is another locked door, this one covered in red velvet. This leads to Vivienne's personal quarters, a truly lavish room. The entire floor there are silk blankets, pillows, comforters. . All sorts of comfy things. A huge walk-in closet is there with quite a few outfits, as well as ceiling-height mirrors. Yes, Vivienne is vain enough to use her blood to ensure that she can see herself on the mirror and make her make-up and clothes PERFECT. Another locked room serves as a last-ditch panic room, where there is another terminal for accessing the security system, a few spare weapons, some emergency money, and her stockpile of drugs. One can never be too careful when one is a vampire!(The night was... perfect - the crowd, the guests, the mood... everything. It was one of those nights that made working in the business fun, the nights you lived for that made those that was... crappy bearable. The music laid heavy on the dance floor and a sea of kin danced like mad totally absorbed by themselves, each other and the general hunt for the perfect mate. For a predator like Vivienne all the hormones was easily detected and that thrilled her made her blood pump in her body... made her mouth water. Suddenly necks and veins was so... alluring. She could easily resist it of course. She held no real need of feeding it was just the hunger and beast that always made themselves aware at these moments trying to get her to cave in - get her to feed, kill and lose the ever battle over the mental control over her body... She was just pausing and a perfect specimen of the male human race stood waiting for her to have her to acknowledge his presence when she saw HIM. Andrej the Sheriff of Newport. He was a stout and powerful man six foot tall and more or less looked as if he was made of granite, at least in his scarred face. This was a man that had forgotten how to smile or even enjoy himself but then... he was Nosferatu what did you expect from one of ugly one. 'Oh my, that redheaded lass down there. Does she think people can't see what she's doing with those three boys? Ah, I love this century. . .' This was indeed a perfect night. She hadn't even bothered going all-out, and the entire crowd was completely into it. With some many Sheep in this condition, she wouldn't be surprised if she had made a killing on selling those wonderful little pills. She'd have to check with Jean Phillips or Jacqueline, the bartenders, to know for sure. Leave to her fellow Frenchmen to handle the 'goods' for her! Since she wasn't doing one of her 'epic sets', Vivienne wasn't clad in her outrageous faux-goth clothing tonight. Heeled black boots that added an extra two inches to her height, sheer hose and garters, a pleated skirt that was short enough already without the unnecessary slit in the side that showed of her lacy choice of black undies. A black long-sleeved hoodie with the hood pulled over her head, and the zipper slid just low enough to show that she had neglected to wear a bra this evening. She was undead, it's not like she was in danger of sagging any time this century!'. . . Bloody hell.' She was all ready to have a little fun, and maybe a snack, when she spotted him waiting by one of the bars. That damned Sheriff! Things tended to go wrong when the Herald or Sheriff showed up, in her experience. Of course, she'd NEVER let her displeasure show. She waved off her handsome prospect pet with a twinge of regret, before sliding through the club to stand next to him." My dear Andre, what brings you to my little neck of the woods? Fancy an easy snack, or is this visit more of an. . Official visit?" Now, she may be a Maéva, but even with that innate air of displeasure that Nosferatu invoke, she could always find interesting things about a man (or woman!). She just had to focus on him being big, and well-muscled, with that air of danger about him. Yes, that distracted her from wanting to gag into a napkin quite well. The Russian Nosferatu watched her approach not changing his face at all just his gray eyes that kept themselves upon her. Those eyes in themselves could cause most people to get weak in their knees not that those worked on Vivienne very well. She knew that regardless if he looked like murder he wouldn't touch her. Not here... not in public. Not that she would like to meet him in some dark ally but then... who would." Can we talk... privately? I'm not here for fun, this is purely business." Immediately that he had said those words she knew that she had a free shot on him if she wanted that line was so simple to return to him as a hard ball that it was almost boring. But at the same time... he never reacted to it when she did. He followed her as she took them away from the general crowd so he could talk openly, not sitting he just stood there and turned towards her." Miss Belmont have you seen an unknown kindred the past... week coming to your club? A Maéva from what we have been informed." His bluntness told everything... someone had come to Newport, stayed here long enough to be noticed and still hasn't introduced themselves to the Prince... naughty people. Vivienne was sure to stay nice and close, and give off an air of acceptance and submissiveness to the Sheriff, during their conversation. Not that it was difficult with her Beast telling her that the animal she was speaking too was definitely a bigger monster than her. She hadn't had enough time to build up the power of her blood yet." So, you've got a naughty stray running around off of his leash, hmm? Off the top of my head I'd have to say no, but he's sure to show up here eventually if he's anywhere near the area." She smiled innocently, despite obviously 'bragging' about the quickly increasing popularity of her little pet project." If you'd like, I could put some feelers out with the less. . Warm denizens of my little home. I assume you want me to direct the stray to say hello, whether he wants to or not?" After so many years of being flirty and playful, she half-couldn't stop herself. She wasn't ACTIVELY trying to hit on a Nosferatu, but her body was sure as hell enjoying hinting at it. Andrej had great difficulty of actually embrace and face emotions, which was more or less the opposite of Vivienne that lived emotions... she was a walking emotion and stirred them in everyone that faced her. She couldn't help it - it was in her behavior, in her blood and in her looks. To her, it was a weapon just as deadly as the powerful gun Andrej carried. The only difference was that she could wield it at any time at any place and her weapon was far more difficult to defend against than Andrej's... and that was precise what he was faced with this time. The Sheriff tried his best not to seem effected by Vivienne but in her skilled eyes she could easily see the difference in his body language that the subtle and small things she did have effect even if he tried to hide it not to make it too obvious. He swallowed - a very human response before he answered. "I would like that very much yes." His voice tried to keep steady, but again Vivienne could hear the slight tone shift that told him that it wasn't. "It is a she... part of your own clan actually named Sarah Grey. I almost got her a week ago and in the fight that followed she got very burned over her whole body and then vanished. In the investigation that followed we came to the conclusion that she still lives, she has just gone into hiding and due to her injuries she would require very much blood... like from this place." 'Oh my. . This is unexpected'. Vivienne raised an eyebrow in a quizzical (and wholly seductive) manner, her grin spreading. This was a pleasant surprise! It was well-known fact that Andre was quite the stoic man. She's heard a rumor that he'd exterminated an entire rogue coterie, despite them offering him everything from women to drugs to oodles of money not to. Vivienne gave a look around as if making sure nobody was trying to listen in on them, before moving up to press her body against the man's. She felt the familiar tingle of her blood, as she went from passive to aggressive. With his height and her diminutive stature, he'd be treated to a rather lovely view right down her top, as she stared up at him. . Just as planned." Do not worry, my dear." She emphasized the 'my dear'." Just ensuring that nobody decides to sneak up on us, by being a bit more. . Romantic. I hope you don't mind, my dear?" She smiled, that glorious smile of hers." I shall do my very best to find this stray, just for you. If the battle was a week ago, she's probably been focusing on healing her superficial wounds first, to allow her to start feeding in The Rack soon. Either that or she has a pet or two bringing back food. Perhaps you have a more detailed description for me?" Her hand oh-so-demurely traced a finger against his chest, pulling off the look that she was in mid-seduction and should not be disturbed quite well. Of course, she WAS in mid-seduction now. His reaction to her manner and body helped her put aside her fear, and no Maéva could resist her vice that easily! Andrej tried to... resist... but was failing... quickly. Vivienne could see it in the way he acted and how his eyes was pulled at her body and how he tried to fight to resist her luring of him. As she pointed out their... loneliness, and she pressed against up against him, she felt his hands after some hesitations take hold of her hips. He was clearly trying to fight each step, but it was no use - he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and he had no way to keep away. He tried to spread, tried to find the right words and opened his mouth a few times before giving up on it ending by just shaking his head. His mind had by this time given up, and he accepted the fact that for some reason Vivienne - one of the best looking women in town actually held an interest for him." I... I." He has begun as she asked for a description from him. "She has red hair, over the shoulders, 5'6... a bit over 110. Good-looking..." Then he realized what he had just said and quickly added. "Not as good-looking as you thought of course..." Which his words even worse. Normally he would have pushed away, but his face came closer and closer to hers while he lowered his voice as the closer he came. This was actually a little fun, in a kinky/weird sort of way. To think that she had put someone in the palm of her hand that could break her like a twig, and a Nosferatu at that, was simply. . Intoxicating! She giggled when his hands took hold of her hips, pressing her pelvis a bit more against his thigh. If she was still a human (or willing to waste what little Vitae she had left inside of her tonight) she'd be flushed with excitement!"Oh, my dear Andrej, you flatter me." Her ego was swollen with pride, from his reactions and how easily he complimented her. Vivienne tilted her head up to him, batting her eyes at Andrej." So, is that all the information you have for me, my dear? Or maybe there was something that you wanted?" She adjusted her stance ever so slightly, sliding the right side of her pert bottom up against his hand teasingly, before returning to her earlier position. Her question took him by surprise because in reality that was all he came for but ever since Vivienne had started to wind him around her index finger his mind was so filled with other thoughts that his official ones. He leaned forward and took hold of her hips letting his hands slide around her behind so he got a very good hold of it and then pulled her up lifting her from her floor." I am thinking of many things to do with you my dear... if... you got the time..." He was so absorbed by her and had so lost all will to leave her side and even if he had been a vampire for very long time his own body was quickly remembering why he once had liked women and their bodies. She could feel his muscles work in his arms... so strong... so very strong. She knew he could easily break her in half if he wanted to... but because of who she was... he wouldn't... not unless she let him. Furthermore, she felt his hand moving, and acted accordingly. Vivienne mentally willed the blood inside her to boil, spreading Vitae through her flesh. By the time his hand grasped her by the bottom she was warm, and flushing, ever so much closer to a human than normal. Andrej could feel her ass flex ever so slightly in his grip, her comparatively much smaller hands pressed against his shoulders as her breasts pushed up against his muscled chest. Her manner shifted subtly, more submissive than before." Ooh, Andrej. . "Her body was now not only warm and flushed, but everything about her seemed to be inviting, and unresisting. She now had that aura of submissiveness that seems to be more inviting rather than fear or simple obedience. She truly was a special woman. Vivienne spoke up again, her voice sounding at least a few years younger, with a delicious quiver to it." Oh. . But dear Andrej. . Didn't you want me to go find that nasty stray? What are you going to do. . ?" She was subtly testing him now, seeing if he'd remember his duty, or continue to pursue him. If he continued then she'd know that she had him more deeply than she'd anticipated. . Though she wouldn't mind if he stopped. Her Beast was growling at her, due to how little Vitae she had left in her body, and she'd feel much safer with a bit more in her. Her act of being the submissive, that didn't know what he was doing. That was slightly worried over his directness. He was so strong, now as he held her she could feel it and how easily he handled her. Actually it was somewhat worrying as even if she had guided him to this point she had very little control over the situation, and she could feel how he could do pretty much everything he wanted without be able to stop him physically. He pressed her up against one of the walls. Her face levelled with his. He didn't answer her question instead he just showed her. Kissing her vigorously his hands was kept on her behind holding her fully securing her against him her feet dangling in the air. And then she felt it... his hard-on slowly growing pressing against her which in itself clearly told her his intentions with her." You can go after the stray... afterwords..." He muttered his mouth still pressed against hers. He let go with one of his hands and held her with only one hand when he started to let the other one slide down under her short skirt and his fingers graced over her sex before he took a good hold of her panties and in one strong move tore them open." You won't need those..." He told her firmly. "Ah!" The DJ cried out in pain, wincing as the Sheriff pressed her against the wall roughly, before gasping into a rather powerful kiss. She couldn't help but whimper from the force of his passion. . That that might've been a strangled order to have him put her down. More likely the second, but with the Sheriff going nuts with passion, he probably wasn't listening. On some level, she was rather proud. As weak as she was in her current state, she was able to reduce this man to a slavering beast whose only goal was to fuck her any way possible. On the other hand, this was bad news for the city, if he could be so easily bent to her will. What if a troublesome mage in lingerie did something similar? Her eyes opened wide, before taking on a deviously happy look to them. This was something she could use, should the Sheriff prove to be troublesome in the future. . The Prince would likely be very interested in knowing that his muscle was completely swayed with a few words and a caress. Judging from the bulge pressing against her, he was at least average, probably more considering his height. At least she'd get a good ride out of this. As he released her, she let out a high-pitched moan that despite being drowned out by the music, seemed to hit everyone in the club. A little Awe works wonders when you want witnesses to someone losing face. She gasped when he tore off her panties, inwardly pouting.' I really liked that pair, they were expensive!' Still, she kept up her little meek and entirely WAY too desirable act." Oh no, Andrej! You can't do this to me, not in front of everyone." If should, could cry tears, she would. Instead, she whimpered like a good piece of rape-bait, inwardly laughing at the entire absurd situation. Her glee was so great that she already felt herself growing wet, thanks in part to the power of her Vitae she used to be a bit more 'alive' for the situation. For those that saw the pair it was actually hard to see if this was just... another claim the famous DJ had made once again or that it was a flirting on her part that had gone wrong. Vivienne had always her groupies that hung close to her, that always checked on her, hoping that ONE day she would pay them attention. That she ONE day would choose one of them. Now and then she did of course - all vampires needed to feed and her groupies where a perfect little herd of lamb that she could use and wield to her liking. It was one of those that suddenly saw Andrej push Vivienne up against the wall holding her tight, tearing her panties off and push himself hard inside her starting to thrust hard taking her while she hung against the wall. If she really was willing participant or not was hard to tell. The DJ was almost infamous for her... tastes and acts in the sexual areas and to be ravished just beside the stage just somewhat hidden from view of the whole club was just up her ally, but Tom as the groupie was called thought that despite everything it was something wrong with the was her eyes looked... there was this pleading to the man that she shouldn't do this. He could even see how helpless she was against him, and he started to wonder if what he looked at was just what it seemed... a flirt gone terrible wrong and now his goddess was being raped right there before his eyes. Tom poked the three other groupies standing next to him - Fred, Tina and Bobby pointed the act out before them. At first, they reacted as he did... the DJ was just on it again ignoring them as usual, but then they too realized that things didn't seem right... and they acted, leaving the general area heading over to the brutal attack was taking place. The Sheriff just grunted as her feeble protests started, he totally ignored what she said but over his shoulder she saw that some of her admirers had seen and they were heading over towards them... He was big that she could give him and quiet enjoyable both because what she twisted him to do but purely physically too... being taken by someone as strong as him wasn't something she had done too often, and it was... special. With the first thrust she felt her body being completely filled by the large man. She was from another time entirely, and her body was more than tight, almost painfully so for someone of his size and length. Of course, for him this probably just made her pussy as amazing as her personality or looks. As Andrej began to thrust his hips and back forth, she gave out quiet little cries as she was filled completely with every thrust. The man's strength combined with his size was just AMAZING! Vivienne didn't even have the strength to move about in his grasp, especially with him controlling her like an overly pretty rag doll. The little ever-aware part of her brain recognized the angry looks on some of her fans faces, as they began to push their way through the club. Hell if she remembered any of their names, they were just sheep anyway. Still, a thought occurred to her. . What would happen if they attacked Andrej in the middle of her club. Someone with his strength would probably make quite the scene. . Vivienne simply continued to enjoy the vicious 'rape' that she was receiving, and savoring the feeling of such a massive cock splitting her oh so deliciously. Whatever happened would happen. She could easily manipulate any outcome of this situation to her advantage. . It's what she always did! Andrej wasn't aware of anything but the most amazing fuck he had had in all his life, he didn't notice anything what was happening - regardless if it was how she manipulated him into doing it, how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her, or even her expression holding the appearance that she was being taken by her own will. Instead, he just pounded away absorbed by the pure feeling of ecstasy. Her back bounded up and down along the wall as he ravaged her completely scraping her up quite badly. Not that it was a bad thing, the pain mixed with the fullness he gave her was just - perfect. In a way he might very much be able to sate her thirst if nothing else and unless she couldn't use this in another way she would just have tied a new toy to her. The first threat of violence was when one of the guys picked up a chair from a table they past, not that she was afraid of what the Sheriff would be harmed... it was in what condition the fans would be when the fight was over. Yes, if things didn't go too far south for the Sheriff, she'd have to keep him on a good leash. Vivienne was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and this man certainly had the. . Vigor necessary to make her happy. Between the pain of being slammed and shoved against the wall behind her, and the pleasure of his rough fucking, she was already ready to pop. She lowered her face down to obscure her from her groupies and muffled her voice, as her body suddenly clamped down and spasmed around Andrej's cock. It was an amazingly fast and rough climax for her, and she LOVED it. Not enough to do whatever the man wanted, but still. If all Nosferatu were like him, she'd have to change her opinion of the Ugliest. . . For now, she just awaited the action that was about to start. Or another orgasm, whichever came first she wouldn't complain!(Health Bar: [/][/][/][ ][ ][ ]) The sheriff never gotten as far as his orgasm, totally absorbed by his dealing with Vivienne he never saw or detected what was going on until the heavy seat of the bar stood hit his head from behind. Andrej dropped to the floor causing Vivienne almost to fall too, and he was bleeding heavily from the back of his head. Slowly he rose, growling in anger just as the man that had hit him the first time - hit him again squarely over the head. The female - a pretty blond with too blue eyes rushed up to Vivienne pulling her away from the whole thing embracing her whispering that things would be ok that they would help her. Before her inner eyes Vivienne expected the Sheriff to explode at any moment and that... would be then the masquerade would be in danger for real. Thud! One moment she was in the air, then on the ground, and now some stupid bitch was babbling in her ear while she was trying to ride down from her high. She gave a mental sigh at the stupidity of these sheep, but bonus points for their willingness to throw their lives away for her. Rather than speak or do. . Anything, she just curled up into a little ball. There'd be more important things for them to pay attention to soon enough.(Health Bar: [/][/][/][ ][ ][ ], Initiative: 5) Things happened so fast... one moment the sheriff laid on the floor bleeding three men standing over him both enraged what he just had done to their goddess in the next, he was up raging, his fangs out, and he garbed the first man's clothes biting down in his neck in full anger tearing into him drinking from his blood in long and big gulps. The other two just dropped the chair and bolted running in pure panic from the scene... The girl that was tendering Vivienne hadn't seen anything yet but that was just a question of time. That wasn't good at all, this meant that Vivienne would have to do some damage control. Just like she'd planned. All that she did was raise one finger to gently push the young woman's chin-up, so her eyes would be lined up with the grisly sight of Andrej feasting on a mortal." Run quickly, and hide in your home with the other two. You'll be safer together." A bald-faced lie, but she wouldn't know that. The girl wasn't even able to talk or respond, her goddess spoke to her, and she just nodded and without even thinking she just turned and ran away not fully understanding why she did that. In panic, she ran, but she saw that she seemed to manage to find another one among them before she could turn and see the sheriff rise from the very dead boy... most likely not older than 19. He stood watching his hands as he had trouble to understand what the hell has happened, and it would be just a question of time before he would be discovered by someone. Vivienne simply sat up on the floor, and let out a loud exaggerated sigh." Andrej,"she began,"Clean yourself up. You have made a rather large mistake, and you shouldn't risk more mortals seeing you, hm?" Despite her casual tone her voice was sharp, as were her eyes, sharp enough to cut through to Andrej and try to get him to come to his senses. She was already planning to get him out of here, or someplace private, and immediately contact the Prince's people in order to inform the Prince of the Masquerade Violation. She was certainly lucky to have such an opportunity fall into her lap. Many Vampires would KILL (and have) for this sort of opportunity. Andrej remained on the floor staring at the corpse that was looking up at him and hearing Vivienne's voice he realized what he just had done. In anger his head snapped in her direction his eyes blazing." You...you did this!" He accused her his voice filled with malice. Slowly he rose to his feet still not following her instructions instead he looked like he would attack her at any time. Vivienne frowned at the large man, playing the role of a stoic and fearless woman. Not that she wasn't afraid, mind you. He WAS rather strong." You are blaming ME for your loss of control? This coming from the man who just threw himself onto me wildly, without regard for where we are? Who retaliated to a mere pop on the head with a bar stool by tearing and draining that poor boy to shreds? Who is standing covered in blood, above a dry corpse, in a place where other Kindred and Ghouls regularly come to hang out and could see? You know as well as I do what the Prince would think if one of them were to report this." Vivienne, as usual, made perfect points. Still, the man WAS over-angry at the moment, so it was possible that he wouldn't listen. She rather hoped not, since that would limit her options to some rather terrible ones. Possibly involving her neck being broken. He was Huge. . . Andrej fought for control of his emotions, he knew that he had just gone from bad to even worse by that statement as now he had more or less told Vivienne what trouble he was in and boy did she rub it in his face. He looked down on the body before him bent down and took hold of the boy's arm. "Don't you worry about me, I will do fine." He said shortly after he and the body just vanished before her eyes. Leaving not much to clean up at all more than the fact that he had two witnesses to the whole thing. She could imagine how he thought to "handle" the situation - most likely just as blunt as he had during the attack, like wielding a chain saw when trying to kill a chicken. As the sheriff disappeared, she remarked to the air, hoping he hadn't used Celerity to zoom away while Obfuscated." Don't do anything brash. Let me handle the sheep MY way. Call me." The woman sighed, straightening out her outfit. She realized with a frown that there were a few tears on the back of her clothing from being slammed into the wall so roughly. Vivienne stepped out after a few moments in order to go and signal one of the bartenders to come speak with her in private. Of course, she didn't get a response from the thin air but was quite certain that he had heard her. Leaving the area Vivienne sought up the staff to have them clean, as always they obeyed her immediately and got to work both on cleaning and to identifying who those persons had been. The chosen bartender looked at her a bit in surprise then quickly hurried up to her with hope in his eyes that he would be involved with some of her... games.IOC: End of chapter for you, and you are awarded 3 experience points. (1 vita to heal 2 bashing. Health Track [/][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ])Vivienne extended a hand to her little bartender, this one Jean-Phillips, and pulled him close to her once he arrived. Standing on her tip-toes, she put a dainty hand on the back of his neck to tilt his head down close enough for her to speak into his ear." Dear Jean-Phillips, I need two things from you. Firstly, my little fan club just left. . . I'll need contact information for any of them, especially the girl. I don't care how you get it." Her mouth opened, and she nipped ever so delicately at his ear." I also need something a little more. . Special. I'm rather famished right now. . . "Her blood boiled, and her Beast rumbled in delight from deep within her subconscious. She was going to feed. If not with him, with someone else. Something came to Jean-Phillips's eyes as Vivienne announced her, and he bowed his head before her in submission. "Miss I would be honored if I can be of service to you." He said his voice filled with awe. He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes just waiting for her to feed from him. If there was one thing she loved about her club, it was the ability to blatantly step around the Masquerade. Of course, things like draining someone dry and killing him were still a no-no, as the Sheriff learned. A quick bite was just fine though. Mandatory signatures at the coat-room that signify you have a clean bill of health allowed some blood fetishes to be fulfilled here, and she was sure there were people doing it in the private tables. Still, one could never be too careful, even if they weren't surrounded by people. Vivienne gave the man a kiss on the cheek, followed by his jaw, before finally reaching his neck and carefully sinking her teeth in. Pooh that sweet rush of blood, the resurgence of Vitae in her system! She and her Beast loved it, it was practically orgasmic! Still, she had to steel herself so she'd be able to pull away after she took a bit. She wanted the man to still be able to walk after all! Ooc: You can take 3 blood points without any real worry for his health. The bartender's legs shuddered, and he was just barely able to stand. His blood was just right for what Vivienne needed at the moment, and it filled her only to make her beast to crave more... always more. But Vivienne knew what would happen if she listened to that thing in her head - the same thing that had happened to Andrej just minutes ago, and she couldn't have that... never... at least no in her own place. Vivienne mentally willed herself to release her bite on the man, licking his wounds clean and sealed with one long, slow, lick. Though she was a little wobbly as well, she supported Jean-Phillips in case he needed it." Now, my dear, you remember what I asked yes? The contact information? I need you to find it out for me." She'd verbally prod at the man until he could focus enough to answer. The bartender nodded slowly his body slowly returning to the real world after her bite." I do Miss and I will take care of that right away." He closed his eyes just for a few seconds to regain his balance and as he opened them again he asked." Anything else Miss?" "Ah, yes, there's a little mess back by the stage. Get someone to clean it up. I'll be up in my room for a minute changing, before I head out to take care of some things. Unless I change my mind." With a nymphs smile Vivienne twirled on her heel, raising her skirt a bit with the motion for a flash of bare bottom, before heading off to make her way through the back and head upstairs to her private sanctuary. After checking the time, as well as the morning's sunrise, she changed out of her damaged clothes. Her new outfit was, just for giggles, a black corset sized for her bust and another matching pleated skirt. Black hose and garters, elbow length gloves, and heeled boots. On her way back downstairs she grabbed her overcoat (Along with the silver-plated little revolver that was inside one of the interior pockets) and returned to Jean-Phillips's section of the bar. She hoped he'd have some info on her, or that the original target the Sheriff had mentioned had showed up. Otherwise, she'd wait. Viktor had been in town at this point long enough to set up the bar and to get it up and running. He had few people stop by, but not many and very few of which were vampires. So of course he was one to get to know the other vampires in the area and develop a working relationship with them if he could. His name was quite well known among the Invictus and even outside of it as for his status. He didn't have much say in the city though because he had not been there long, but being as old as he was he did have a lot of say in Invictus and even in the Maéva clan. So when he heard a Maéva had much the same idea he had and opened a club at which she was a DJ his interest was peaked, and he went to go check it out. Viktor walked in and looked around the club both to gauge if there were any vampires and the number of humans. The dance was one of the newer ones and so was the music, waking up after so long the world had changed, but he might be able to adept as he had done so many times before. He might stand out slightly in his cloths, but most people didn't seem to bother him as he made his way further in debating his next move in his head. He was also using his heighten senses to see what was around and where she was as he walked in and looked for vampires or the owner. The Blood knows. The Blood always knows. Vivienne felt her blood recoil and knew another vampire had appeared. She searched across the crowd until her eyes saw an unfamiliar figure who was easily one of the tallest people in the building, especially now that the Sheriff was gone. Vivienne walked clear into the mass of people dancing and grinding, sliding through it with practiced ease and oblivious to the stray hands touching her body. The crowd parted for a moment, and she was in front of Viktor, her diminutive stature a stark contrast to his tall frame." You look a bit out of place, my good chum. New?" She left the word 'new' very open-ended, so it could mean any number of things. A faint French accent gave her voice a little more lilt, it was rather fetching. She gestured to a table and chair that were surrounded by an opaque black curtain, before moving over to take a seat there where they could talk in relative peace. The blood does know blood and Viktor was quite used to this feeling by now and pinpointing who it was that was a vampire. He looked towards Vivienne or at least in her direction before she was completely viable to him. It was also made easier to see her by the fact that he was also one of the tallest people in the building. He took note of Vivienne and looked her over a bit as the crowd parted and made way for her towards him. He looked down at her as she approached him and as he tried to gauge what she was going to do. You never knew some vampires were not old enough to control the beast inside when they first met another, though she seemed to control it. He looked around and shrugged at her comment that it didn't quite look like he fit in. "What fun is it to always fit in or look like you should be in a place" he said with a bit of a smile. The last part was complicated he certainly was not new in a lot of senses in the word, but to the town yes and to some of the technology yes. "Hamm, I am new to these parts of town, though I have for a long time now enjoyed these kinds of places" he said as he moved to sit down at the table. He had a somewhat Russian accent though it was a faint one. He would look around the table and where they were first as he liked to know where he was before looking back at her debating what to say next or if she had something. Though he might want to at least introduce himself first "names Viktor, and how long have you been running this place?" he asked her as he thought more. Vivienne crossed her legs when she sat down, giving Viktor a look of what appeared to be mild interest, with her hands crossed in her lap." I've been here for only a few months, to be honest. It's so easy to manipulate the sheep into doing what you want, that I couldn't help but make my club one of the most popular places on The Rack. Don't you agree?" Her eyes were somewhere between interrogating him and inviting him. It was obvious she was saying various things to try and gauge his reactions." You'll find that Club Blood is a place where the Masquerade is much more lenient. The club has garnered a reputation as a place where people with a fetish for blood, and play-acting as vampires, like to gather. . Quite on purpose I assure you. As long as you do not do something as blatantly obvious as draining someone dry in the middle of the dance floor, you should be fine while you're in here." She smiled, obviously proud at her machinations and manipulations of various tings. Viktor sat and listened to her, taking not of what she was saying and the way she was acting. "Not to be rude, but Missy where I come from it is rude to not introduce yourself after someone else has introduced themselves, would you not agree" he said look at her. Though it was a question the way he said it was more like a statement than actually asking her opinion. "I see you have done a bit in that month then, though there is also something for not being too noticeable, and never underestimate them. But that said this place does seem to be one of the more interesting places I have been to be" he said all of this in a kind of dry way as he tried to gauge what she would do. "I will try my best, but also realize you yourself are also should be careful not to do too much" he said as he leaned back in his chair and waited to see what she would say. Also, this seemed like a relatively secure place otherwise no vampire would talk like she was, though he still kept a close eye and ear on his surrounds with Sussex. Vivienne blinked." Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? Oh, how silly of me. My name is Vivienne Belmont, owner of Club Blood. Charmed." The man's statements didn't seem to sting or get underneath Vivienne's skin. She was either dense (not likely) or had the self-esteem of a paragon of confidence."Yes, yes, beware. Scary sheep might figure out the truth. I'm not one that will be in trouble due to idiocy. If someone else fucks up, that's their problem. If the young elders realize that my place works, and someone MY age thinks it up, you'd think people would stop nitpicking and repeating the obvious." She rolled her eyes, as if she'd been warned about this sort of thing more than once before. Which was likely. "Well then Vivienne Belmont it is a pleasure to meet you and a fellow owner of a business" he said as he looked at her and listened to her statement. Oh, that was not the first time he had heard someone so new say something like that, and in fact it helped to confirm that she might indeed be newly turned. Must vampires he talked to knew well enough that yes you can play with the sheep and mess with them, but if you underestimate them it can be one on the other end. There were things that hide behind the guise of the other sheep and even more things in the dark then just vampires. Though some things needed to be learned by experience and one of those was what really to do. He had opened places like this in the past, sure they were more like salons and party places, but the basic idea was the same, hide where it is easiest to see you, and you can be overlooked. Though that didn't go so well for him as she said all it takes is an idiot, to underestimate them, or something unforeseen to mess up the balance and to bring suspicion, which is why he prefers bars that are easily overlooked in so many ways." I see" he said with a slight chuckle of amusement, he didn't care though new vampires did interest him in some ways, just like kids they think they can do anything. "Trust me the idea is not a new one and has been done many times with many different types of entertainment. Though never doubt the power and what can happen with idiots or ones overconfidence, there is nothing wrong with learning from those older, as one who is older can learn from the young ones as well. They may be warnings out of kindness, if there is such a thing, because of what they have lived through" he said smiling. He was not trying to be rude, he was trying to be helpful and give advice that sometimes he wishes he had gotten. Vivienne smiled, though her ego wasn't enjoying this, her tricky and manipulative side sure was. It seemed like he thought she was a neonate! It was delightfully fun, though understandable consider how she acted. This was one of the many reasons why she thought herself as better than the others: she could adapt. It was probably half because of her full torpor, but still, it worked. Vivienne leaned back on her chair, raising her dainty feet up onto the table. She, of course, ignored her skirt rising up her thighs." Yes, yes, the same old things. This topic is boring AND unnecessary. More importantly, why are YOU here? You are a business rival trying to take over part of the Rack? That would be rather. . Unfortunate." That wasn't true, since no dive bar would be in an area as wealthy and popular as this one, but Vivienne didn't know that yet. Viktor though didn't ignore it and would look at it out of the corner of his eye, before looking back at her. He didn't seem to care right now either way, he was used to this and just remained calm as she wanted to change the subject. "Fine, I guess it can be a bit boring, and besides, and it is not like we have any shortage of time. Though I didn't mean to be rude, and it sounds like you have heard it a thousand times, I am just giving advice that might help you, not trying to be rude, sorry if you took it that way. I am here to see this place and to get to know those around here and learn a bit about this place. I like to have contacts and friends after all we need to stick to together at least somewhat if we plan to stick around. Furthermore, I have no intention of trying to take over your business it is of no concern or interest to me, I have what I need in my own bar and in other places. As I said I like to get to know my neighbors and may lend a helping hand" he said with a smiling as he looked at her. Coming from the crowd was Jean-Phillips returning to his mistress. Seeing that she was talking with someone he stopped and stood on distance waiting for clearance. With the man's blood on her lips (and the fact that she was waiting for him) she easily recognized the silhouette of Jean-Phillips through the opaque curtains." I'm sorry my dear, but I believe some business has come up. I may have to take my leave for now. Feel free to stay and enjoy the delights of 'modern' sheep, though. Just be careful about which ones you taste, they're all quite drunk, or on more than a few drugs to make things more fun." With a grin the woman slid out of her chair and back through the curtains, to move up to Jean-Phillips and interlock her arms with his. She gently pulled him across the throngs of people towards the opposite end of the bar." Well?" "It was a pleasure to meet you and I hope to see you again" he said smiling as she moved off with the other person away from him. He would slowly rise and make his way over so that he could hear what they were saying, even if barely but remain at a distance that she didn't know and that he was out of sight. He would listen with Sussex and wanted as much information as possible after all it was power. Furthermore, he would be mingling so even if she did look over it would look like nothing was up and luckily as far as he knew she didn't know that he had good hearing or Sussex. Vivienne excused herself from Victor and moved off. Victor could see her meet up with the other man which just had to be one of her servants, most likely a blood servant to some degree. This being her grounds gave her the right to excuse herself most likely what the ghoul had to say was of some importance but as the two of them moved off heading closer to the dance floor it made any eves dropping totally impossible.IOC: Victor moves to a new thread- (followed what he had been instructed in these situations and almost placed the two of them by one of the speakers and spoke directly into Vivienne sear. "I got the address Mistress." He said filled with excitement to actually be of use to her. He recited it for her not having it written up as that in itself would be of risking slipping information. Vivienne smiled and reached up to pet Jean-Phillips lovingly on the head." Good boy, very good boy. Get someone to give me a ride to that neighborhood. I'm going to have to act quickly if I'm going to get everything finished by the morning." Vivienne's mind was working at a mile a minute. For now her plan would simply be to lure the girl that was so enamored with her away, and ghoul her. With the girl under her thumb the Sheriff wouldn't be able to touch her safely. If there was time (and blood) enough, she would take one of the boys to, but considering who she was up against. . She doubted she'd have the opportunity. "Yes Mistress, I have given the address to David, and he is parked on the back already waiting for you." He gave her one more bow before as he slowly straightened asked. "Any instructions for the rest of the night in case you don't return this evening?" His voice was humble, and he did what he could to serve her as he knew that is he stayed close he would be rewarded in one way or the other. "Hmm. No, just carry on as usual, my pet." It was obvious that the woman wanted to hurry on. . So she did! She quickly made her way right out the front doors. Not only was she racing against the sun, but the Sheriff. After checking her cellphone, she went to enter David's car." Let's go." David shot off into the night the moment Vivienne got into the car. Leaving down town he drove south heading towards Chesapeake. Chesapeake is the old part of Newport from which the city is really founded. As the town grew it grew north in all directions until it got the appearance it has today. The beach of Chesapeake is highly sought for despite how close it is to the harbor. The city's environment officials keep constantly check on the water conditions making sure it is fitted for bathing and swimming. Chesapeake is located south of Downtown. To the north-west there is Wood Hill and to the north-east there is the harbor. He didn't stop until he came to a rather old but well-kept apartment building standing two storage high." From what we know they are in apartment 230." David said still not shutting off the engine. "Be ready to move the second I get back. I'll either need to get back to the club, or to a nearby hotel." With that the woman hopped out of the car and quickly (but elegantly) made her way into the apartment complex. Once she arrived at room 230 she casually knocked on the door three times, while occasionally glancing around. Obfuscate was troublesome, but maybe she'd get lucky and see him coming. . If he hadn't gotten ahead of her. At first all was silent, nothing moved, and the hall was empty. Vivienne knocked on the door, and immediately she heard something inside. Someone was moving in there. Just as she was to knock again she heard the door unlocked from the inside. Slowly the door open and on the other door she saw the woman standing there looking frightened. (( 1 success for Awe. (6 Successes for Seduction. All she needed was that one peek." Come with me, my pretty little pet." Her voice was laced with the seductive power of vitae, her wink and smile focused entirely on the girl. If Vivienne could seduce an entire crowd at once, imagine how powerful her skills would be on a single mortal girl. The girl just stared at Vivienne with eyes filled of worship. At first, she just stood there in the door not moving not realizing that she was staring even, not until Vivienne spoke out she was pushed back into reality, well to a partial reality at least." Y-yes Miss..." She nodded blushing then took her jacket beside the door. "O-only me Miss?" She asked. Considering her comment most likely she wouldn't be the only one on the other side of the door. Vivienne smiled and reached out to grasp the girl's hand, and gently pull her towards herself." Yes, just you. Come along now. Why would I want anyone but you?" She spoke quietly, but kept her focus on the girl, eyes locked with hers. All she wanted to do was just get this girl out of here as soon as possible. The girl cowers at Vivienne's words and bows in submission stepping out in the hallway. "Thank you, Miss." She says with gratitude in her voice. "What can I do for you Miss?" She asks quickly almost with an apologetic voice. She had quickly taken with her jacket and shoes in case they were leaving. "It's really quite simple. You're going to come with me, back to my place. You were VERY kind, and it struck a chord with me." Now she was leading her towards the waiting car." Those silly boys went and attacked such a dangerous man, but you were the only one to stop and see how I was doing. For that I'm going to give you. . Rewards." Vivienne's hand trailed down the small of the woman's back, as she giggled. It was a little aggravating to keep an eye out AND seduce a woman at the same time, when the person she was keeping an eye out for was the Sheriff. She cowered slightly before Vivienne smiling up against her feeling privileged. "Thank you, Miss." She pushed herself against the other woman and followed her without trying to push away. She wanted to please her with all her heart and as Vivienne said she had acted to receive a reward her chest swell in pride not really understanding how she could be so lucky to be courted by such wonderful woman as Vivienne. Looking around Vivienne couldn't detect anyone that was a threat to them. Slowly they moved away from there and back to her car where her driver was standing waiting opening the back door as they came out from the hotel. "Right then, start driving. I'd like to get back BEFORE the sun rises, thank you very much." After leading the young woman in, Vivienne allowed her to stay nice and close, a hand absentminded trailing her fingertips just barely against her leg. Up and down, up and down. . . As if innocently doing it without meaning to. They got all in and the driver drove off not waiting for anyone. He knew the danger Vivienne was facing if things got bad, and he didn't feel like putting her in more danger than he had too. As they started to move the woman turned and looked out the rear window watching the building vanish behind them but as he felt Vivienne's fingers trailing her leg she turned her head and looked at her smiling shyly. She lowered her eyes and blushed looking at Vivienne's hand then slightly parted her legs... just slightly inviting her." Miss..." She almost breathed with a slight strained voice. Vivienne smiled and allowed her fingers to trace slowly further up her leg. . Before suddenly changing direction and sliding back downwards, avoiding going where the woman wanted her to." My dear, tell me about yourself." Her hand moved again, fingertips moving along the back of her hand, her arm, her shoulder, her neck. . . The woman swallowed hard her eyes darted from Vivienne's face and then down on the floor blushing she tried to steady her voice and took a deep breath causing her chest to rise somewhat then she looked up again even if she couldn't manage to look into her face." I'm... nobody really." She blushed even fiercer. "I can't understand what you see in me really..." She blurred out her eyes falling to her lap. "I live in a small cramped apartment, work in sales in a cloth shop for women... I'm... single..." Her voice trailed off. Actually regardless what she said she looked good, she was one of those rare finds in humanity that held a natural beauty in them. Sure she could need a fix in the edges to get herself to bloom out fully, but it was all there just to be discovered. "You underestimate yourself, my dear. You are. . Absolutely delicious." Vivienne slowly and sensually licked her lips, keeping her eyes locked on the other woman's." Tell me all about yourself. Your full name. . Your age. . Your family. . What you like. . What you hate. ." Vivienne was just idly poking at the girl's mind with her questions, trying to get a better feel for how she thought. Every bit of information was always useful after all. Her hand moved up from the woman's neck to her hair, fingertips oh so gently gliding across her scalp while Vivienne moved her body in closer. Her thigh was pressed against the groupie's, her breast touching the woman's arm as she turned her torso a bit. Vivienne's face leaned in close to the woman's neck, before diverting at the last minute (with some hesitation) to her ear." No need to be shy. . . Not around me. Though I admit that your shyness is. . Appetizing." Vivienne's tongue snaked out to tease at the woman's earlobe, before she nibbled it lightly. Vivienne's skill at manipulating the mood and tension of situations was alarming.

[World of Darkness] IC - Vivienne Bellamont|rating:4.0

Chasing the Dragon (Kyrsa and Elina)

(Hellfire Club in New York City was teeming with people, bodies covered in leather and latex and PVC dancing and grinding to the loud beat of music that blared from the speakers. Everything about the atmosphere cried hot, kinky sex, from the movement on the dance floor that mimicked the act to the subs led by chains by their Does to the less than discreet moans and groans coming from couples and trios locked in embraces. Except in one shadowed corner of the club. There, a woman dressed in a black corset and a leather skirt was talking in low tones to a tall, blond man. And another man stood nearby, eyes watching the couple like a hawk. Alyssa Kelly looked at her lap. "Please, Jason," she said, her voice choked, "Not here." Her boyfriend of almost three years, since she was nineteen, gripped her long, dark hair, wrapping it around his hand and jerking her head back hard. "Fucking blow the guy, Alyssa. He won head from you fair and square. I pay my debts." Pain made her vision swim. Fuck. He'd be pissed if she started crying. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I'll take him to the bathroom. Or outside, to the back of the CLU--." She stopped talking as pain exploded across her face and she fell to the ground. Cupping her cheek, she looked up at him, fear evident in her widened eyes. "I'm sorry, Jason," she said, the words coming out in a rush. "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want." Her boyfriend looked at the nameless stranger. "Fucking cunts. Sometimes, they don't know their place, ya know, my man?" He grabbed Alyssa's hair again, yanking her to her feet, and shoved her toward the guy. "Give him the blow job, Less, and I'll give you another hit of coke when you're done." She nodded, dreading what she was about to do but eager for the high. Crawling to the stranger, she knelt in front of him. "Hey, baby," she said, smiling up at him as she worked his cock from his leather pants. "I'm going to fucking blow your mind." He was already hard as a rock, and without a backward glance at Jason, she took the guy's dick into her mouth and started sucking him off, one hand stroking the bottom of his shaft while the other caressed his balls. Within moments, he was gripping her head, shoving his cock into her mouth, making her choke on him as he faces fucked her. And about a minute later, he came in her mouth and shoved her away." Thanks, man," he said, nodding at Jason as he put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. He pulled out his wallet and got out a ten, tossing it at Alyssa as he walked away. Humiliated but accepting the money, she leaned and picked it up. Pulling herself up to a standing position, she'd barely turned back to Jason when he backhanded her. "You stupid slut, don't you ever embarrass me like that again," he shouted, anger flashing in his eyes as he threw her against the wall. "Next time I tell you to do something, you fucking do it without arguing!" Alyssa begged for forgiveness as he hit her over and over again. But she knew it was no use. Desperation made her sob; Jason was pissed at her, and it meant he wasn't going to give her any drugs tonight. (knew the Hellfire Club by heart. In a seedy downtown area in New York it had a bit of a reputation as the place to go for anything and everything, especially if it was of a sexual nature. He slipped a hundred to the bouncer at the top of the stairs that led down into the club and received a nod and a welcoming smile from the owner as he entered the dark basement. It had its own aroma, a unique mix of alcohol, cigars, leather, latex and sex that was surprisingly heady. The heavy beat of music was a physical force as he skirted the throng of dancers. He stood out in the crowd of scantily clad, leather draped individuals with his Charcoal Grey Valentino suit. It fit perfectly along his broad shoulders and muscular physique. The top three buttons of the slate blue dress shirt beneath it were undone, showing a triangle of tan skin. Everything about him screamed money from his Italian shoes to the Rolex he seemed to habitually check every thirty minutes on the dot. He couldn’t have said honestly why he found himself at the Hellfire club on occasion, or what he was looking for, but occasionally he found it and that was what kept him coming back. He ignored the whispers and stares of the other patrons as he leaned against the bar and waited for the bartender to get to him. Furthermore, he ran a carefully manicured hand over his close-cropped hair as he glanced through the room, picking out the regulars and the tourists with an exacting eye. When he turned back to the bar a glass of scotch was already sitting at his elbow. He lifted it in salute to the bartender, who winked back with a saucy little grin that made his lips curl into a smirk before he dropped a twenty on the bar for her and turned to stroll through the masses, searching for something… The dance floor didn’t interest him in the least, it wasn’t his scene, but the quiet corners did. He slowly made his way around the fringes of the room, fully aware that he could easily call them the fringes of society in truth, with his scotch held loosely with three fingers on the rim. Even the largest and most demanding DOM’s moved out of his way on instinct, giving way to the silent pad of his expensive leather shoes and the emotionless, dark gaze of his amber flecked brown eyes. It was partly because of the appearance of money, because of the obvious difference between him and the rest of them, but the real reason was the authority he exuded with every movement he made. He knew that he was the most dominant, most respected man in the room… and so it was true. He was about to give up. About to finish the last swallow of scotch in his glass when he noticed the trio in one corner. He took in the dark haired beauty on her knees and felt a mild stir of interest, but it was short-lived. She was obviously already taken, and he had no desire to intrude. He was turning to go when the man came and tucked himself away, tossing an insult to her in the form of a ten dollar bill as he left her there at his feet. That alone made him frown, but the reaction of the other man as she stood made the first true emotion of the night flicker across his darkening eyes. It wasn’t desire, amusement or curiosity. It was rage. One moment the glass of scotch was in his hand, and the next it was broken, shattered across the skull of the man who loomed over the sobbing woman. He didn’t give the man a chance to recover. He might have looked like a rich boy from uptown, but he knew how to fight, and he kept himself in perfect condition, which couldn’t be said for his opponent. Before the man knew what was happening he was on the ground, fending off Dominic’s now bloody fist as he made sure that the man wouldn’t get up again anytime soon. He didn’t even notice the splattering of blood across his two thousand dollar suit as the club went quiet around him, only the constant beat of the music and the sound of his fist hitting flesh audible in the sudden silence. One minute, Jason was beating the crap out of her and the next, he was on the ground getting pummeled. Alyssa pulled herself up into a sitting position, her back against the wall, as she fought confusion. Why was some guy hitting Jason? Did Jason owe him some money or something? Maybe for some drugs or something, although he didn't look like the type. She blinked, something wet in her eyes, and as she swiped at them, here had come away damp with tears and her own blood. It took her a minute to get it, to really understand the consequences of this. Fuck. If Jason got his ass kicked, he was going to be pissed and take it out on her. "Hey," she shouted, crawling to them. "Hey, stop!" Putting her arms out, she tried to get her body in the middle of it to make it stop. She was crying again, afraid. Afraid of Jason beating her later, and even worse, afraid of him not giving her a fix when she needed it. Her eyes darkened with bruises that were starting to form and her lip swollen from a punch, she looked pleadingly at the guy. A glazed-over look on her face, she said through tears, "I don't have money, but whatever he owes you, take it from me. We can go out back and fuck, or I'll suck you. Just stop hitting him, or he'll kick my ass." He pulled back to hit the man, the scum once again, his fist covered in the other man’s blood and perhaps a bit of his own if the pain in his knuckles was any indication. He would have continued to beat the man into pulp without pause, but he noticed the woman move out of the corner of his eye. Instinct had him pulling his punch before she moved fully between them, but it took far longer for his bloodlust to cool off enough to understand what she was saying, her sobs making it even more difficult as people stared in morbid fascination. He slowly opened and closed his fist, working the pained joints as he listened to her offer with an impassive expression, only the flash of his dark eyes showing how hard won that expression truly was. As his breathing started to even out again the murmurs started, whispered words of accusation and curiosity that he ignored as he squatted down so that he was on level with the girl. He gripped her chin firmly, his fingers squeezing just hard enough to make sure that she was looking right at him as he studied her eyes. He could see the fear there. It didn’t take a genius to piece together the basics of her story, he’d seen it dozens of times over the years.“Quiet,” he ordered, his voice loud in the silence that surrounded them, though he spoke calmly. “Silence until I’m done here little one,” he murmured a moment later for her ears alone before he stood and turned just in time to face a pair of bouncers and the owner of the club.”Mr. Cardona... was this gentleman bothering you?” the woman asked with an arch of her carefully sculpted brow.”We had a minor disagreement on his treatment of the young lady here. I’d suggest calling an ambulance, I will of course pay for any cleaning charges or damages to the premises,” Dominic said, his voice still oddly calm, a deep rumble of sound that demanded respect. With a nod the owner sent one of the bouncers off to call the police. “Perhaps you should leave now, if you have a business card I can pass it on to the police if this gentleman decides to press charges.” With a nod Dominic handed her a card out of his wallet silently, only speaking when the woman glanced inquiringly towards the girl still on the floor. “She’s coming with me...” Alyssa stared in panic at the man when he squatted down and made her look at him. Her eyes unfocused and hooded from her high, she stopped crying at the quiet demand in his voice, her sobs slowing to sniffles. She watched as he stood up and turned as a couple of bouncers came up. Trying to focus and understand what was going on, she listened to the man's conversation with the club staff, but the noise from the music drowned him out. She looked down at her boyfriend, her eyes tearing up again. When he regained consciousness, he was going to be so pissed and blame this on her, she already knew that. He was going to kill her, taking his anger out on her. And that meant she wasn't going to get that hit of coke he'd promised her for blowing that other guy. Her heart racing, she looked up at the guy who was talking to the bouncers and back down again at Jason. He wouldn't know if she did it. Wouldn't know it had been her. Making sure again that nobody nearby was watching, she reached into his pocket, feeling around for what she knew was there. Her fist clutched around the tiny little Zip-lock baggies, the size that cheap earrings were sold in at flea markets. She didn't take them all, just two, palming them and then quickly stuffing them in her corset. With only a couple missing, maybe he'd think they got lost in the fight, or forget and think he'd snorted them or something. Alyssa turned her attention back to the conversation just in time to see the bouncers and the guy looking at her. He wanted to take her with him? Damn, Jason must owe him a lot of money if he actually wanted to take her to away from the club to work off her boyfriend's debt to him. She stood up, wondering what all he'd want to do to her. Not that it would matter. She hated when Jason used her to settle his debts, but it was what he expected of her. When she'd refused in the beginning, he'd beaten the shit out of her, and she'd gotten used to pretending that it wasn't happening. It helped if she was high, too. That cocaine she'd just stolen from her boyfriend would help with whatever this guy wanted to do to her. And tomorrow, Jason could get her beating out of the way, and they'd all move on. She wondered what he'd want from her. Was he going to just want her to fuck him and suck him off? Or was he like Jason, where he got off on the hitting? He'd beat the crap out of her boyfriend, so he was probably going to want to lay into her with his fists. She sighed, not wanting to do this. But, whatever. She had the coke now, so she'd found her peace. Looking hard at the guy, she nodded. "'Kay," she said to him, agreeing, her words a mumble. To the club people, she said, "Sorry for the trouble." Dominic glanced towards the sound of her voice and looked her over closely. He knew the signs, he’d been there himself more than once, but he’d been clean for long enough that he never wanted to go back to the wreck of a person he had been. He wondered when she’d taken a hit or snorted a line last. Time would tell. He couldn’t very well leave her here and that left him with only one choice, which he’d already made. He wasn’t sure yet what he’d do with her, but he’d get her out of here and away from the man she was with at least. He reached down to help her to her feet then, his hand wrapped fully around her upper arm, but he didn’t squeeze hard enough to hurt her, simply enough to let her know silently that she was to behave at least until they were out of the club. Furthermore, he’d caused enough of a stir already, and the last thing he wanted to do was argue with some drug addled woman as well. With his luck there was already a reporter in the crowd snapping pictures with his phone that would end up on the cover of the tabloids by the end of the week. Exactly what his investors needed to see. He kept his hand on her arm as one of the bouncers led them outside. He could feel the slight trembling in her form, but whether it was fear or reaction he couldn’t have said. It shouldn’t have mattered; she was simply some cheap drug whore, nothing more. Then why am I taking her home? It’s not like I see something else in her… am I just that soft now, or is it simply that I owe her for kicking the shit out of her boyfriend? He crossed the street to a parking garage then, only letting go of her arm as they neared his car. The steel gray Jaguar XKR’s (lights flashed for a moment as he unlocked the doors and held the passenger side door open for her. He watched her expectantly as he waited, not pushing her to get into the car quickly even though he could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, police headed towards Hellfire if he had to guess. “Get in the car girl…” Alyssa looked back at Jason one more time before turning and walking away with the guy she'd apparently be spending the next couple of hours with. He took her out to a parking garage and to his car. As he unlocked the door and told her to get in, she did as instructed. "Nice ride," she said, her words a little slurred. Yeah, with a car like this? This guy was definitely a dealer. But big time, not a street dealer like Jason was. She leaned her head against the seat and fiddled around with the air conditioning vent as she guy started the car. "How much money does he owe you, anyway? You don't have to take me home or whatever. I can fuck you here in your car, or you can just get a cheap room for a couple of hours." She fucking hated paying off Jason's debts with her body, but when she refused, he always beat the crap out of her, and he cut her off the drugs as punishment. She'd learned a long time ago that she had to just do whatever he told her. But it made her feel dirty, like a prostitute, and that wasn't what she was." I'm Alyssa," she said. "You don't have to tell me your name, but if you want me to say it when you're fucking me, I'm going to need to know what it is." Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. He was a dealer, so he'd have some good shit, probably. Maybe she'd be able to ask for some. She wasn't going to steal it; no way was she messing with this guy. Dominic growled slightly under his breath as he ignored her offer for a moment and quickly shifted the car into reverse. By the time he had his car out of the garage he could hear the sirens heading towards the Hellfire club. He’d likely get a call later, though perhaps the man would simply let the girl go. He could hope, though he still wasn’t completely sure what he was going to do with her. Furthermore, he had little doubt that she was into some of the heavier drugs, and if he’d had any questions about what the man used her for those had been answered.“You can call me Dominic, or Mr. Cardona,” he finally answered her when they were about a block away, his voice low and commanding. Furthermore, he was obviously a man who was used to having his orders followed. He glanced over towards her as he headed towards Lower Manhattan, specifically Tribe ca. It wasn’t an area she would be overly familiar with, not considering the people she obviously associated with. His condo was just across from Battery Park. He’d take her there and let her stay the night. He’d figure out what to do with her in the morning. All he knew is that he couldn’t very well let her go back to the pig who felt that I was perfectly acceptable to sell her body and abuse it without cause.“I’m not going to fuck you Alyssa. You’re going to clean up and get a good night’s sleep after I see to that bruise forming on your cheek. We’ll talk about what I’m going to do with you tomorrow over breakfast.” Alyssa frowned in confusion as she looked at the man. Dominic. They weren't going to fuck? Then why the hell had he taken her from the club? God, Jason was going to kick her ass if she'd left him like that and didn't even do what she was supposed to. He pulled up into some parking garage. Yeah, this was a rich guy. Who the hell could afford to park in this city? As he pulled into a spot with a number painted neatly on the wall, she hopped out, ready to run if she needed to. She wasn't staying around if it meant Jason was going to beat her up anyway. Her eyes glazed over, she was mostly unaware of the cold night air chilling her, the corset and short leather skirt providing little cover against the elements. "What do you mean?" she asked, her words slurring slightly. "You aren't going to fuck me? What does he owe you anyway? Is whatever shit you want to do going to fix things with Jason?" Dominic watched her get out of the car and knew instantly that she was a flight risk. That wasn’t a surprise to the man, and if he was being honest part of him wanted to just let her go. He knew the signs of addiction, and the woman displayed enough of them for him to know that if he tried to help her it would likely be more work that it was worth. He’d been little more than a junkie in his youth, and he knew exactly how hard change could be. Furthermore, he wasn’t offering her change however, not yet. Furthermore, he didn’t want the responsibility she represented, or did he? There was a part of him that wanted to break her and build her back up simply to see what she could become.“I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I don’t fuck women who are so high they can barely remember their own names,” he said, hating himself a little for the ease with which he attempted to manipulate her. “What your boy owes me won’t be paid back with a simple fuck, you’re going to have to work for it. I want you clean and well rested, and you can start working it off tomorrow. Understood?” he asked, not giving her an option but simply making sure that she was ‘there’ enough to understand him. He locked the car with the press of a button and turned away from her towards the elevator nearby. He pressed the button and waited for it to chime without ever looking back, and when it arrived he stepped into the brightly lit, and richly appointed interior. “Are you coming or would you rather me tell him that you refused? Forcing a woman is beneath me…” he said, the last more a dig at the man he had left bleeding on the floor than a comment for her. Alyssa frowned when Dominic accused her of being high. Was he some prude, then? What was wrong with a little fun? Clearly, if he had dealings with Jason, he was somehow involved with drugs, too. He didn't look like a street dealer. What the hell had Jason gotten involved with? She stared at him, contemplating explaining to him that there was nothing wrong with having a little fun. It wasn't like she was a junkie or anything. She just liked to have a good time, like everyone else! But by the time she opened her mouth, he was already locking the car and headed toward an elevator. Man, she was so out of here. This guy was down on her smoking up a little? That was bullshit, and she was just going to go home and wait for Jason. Maybe he'd have a headache and just ignore her for the rest of the day or something. But she'd taken only a few steps in the other direction when Dominic's voice stopped her cold, sending a shiver of apprehension through her. Are you coming or would you rather me tell him that you refused? Stilling for a moment, she closed her eyes. A report like that from an associate of Jason's, and she was going to get her ass kicked by her boyfriend so bad she'd probably end up with broken bones or something. Turning, she followed the guy into the elevator. "Don't tell him I refused. I'm not refusing anything, baby. You can have whatever you want from me," she said, her voice fake and flirty even though she wasn't able to quite mask the tremor of fear. If he’d had any questions about her relationship with the man he’d encountered they were answered by the tremor in her voice when she joined him in the elevator. He’d seen more than one woman down on her luck and in a relationship that left them beaten and broken, but she was the first one he’d taken into his house. In a way he was taking her under his protection, though that hadn’t been his intention originally. That realization made his jaw tighten as he pressed the button for the top floor of the building. He had to enter a code to make the elevator doors close, and he made sure that she couldn’t see the code before he stepped back and nodded slightly. “Better…” He was silent as the elevator moved quickly upwards, it was only a minute or two before it dinged and opened onto his floor. The hallway was opulent with thick, rich carpet and soft cream-colored walls. There were only two doors in sight, directly across from each other. He unlocked the one on the left with easy familiarity and stepped aside with a motion for her to proceed him. It was easy to tell exactly how much money he had, or at least that he had far more than he would ever spend in his lifetime. The view alone would have been worth upwards of a million dollars, but add to that the space in a city where every square foot was at a premium, and you had a man who held more power in his checkbook than most politicians. The furnishings were modern, all black, white and chrome. The artwork on the walls looked as expensive as the car downstairs. He dropped his keys into a bowl on the side table next to the door and locked the door with a solid click before he loosened the buttons of his dress shirt and tossed his jacket over the back of the black leather sofa. “Your room for the night is through there,” he said, pointing towards an open door that led to a silk draped room. “There’s a private bathroom, and there should be a robe in the closet that will fit you. Bathe, take your time, and then come out here when you’re done,” he ordered, obviously used to being obeyed. Alyssa leaned against the elevator wall while Dominic fiddled with the control panel, his body shielding it from her view. She didn't care, though. She was thinking about the baggies of coke she'd swiped from Jason. They were hers by right, anyway, she told herself. She hadn'ttreallystolen them. He'd promised her a hit if she blew that guy at the club, and then he'd tried to weasel out of it. And now she was going to have to fuck this guy. Surely, she deserved a hit for that, too? Before she knew it, she was stepping out of the elevator and onto lush carpet. She followed him to a door that led to an apartment and went in. Holy fuck, she thought as she took it in. She'd never been in a place like this. Hell, she didn't even know people lived like this! "Nice joint," she mumbled, wondering how he made his dough. Man, this guy had to be big-time. What was he doing fucking around with a small-time street dealer like Jason? She looked in the direction he pointed to. Her room? Was he really not going to fuck her tonight? Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was up with this guy? Most of Jason's associates took what they could from her whenever he offered. They didn't give a shit if she was high or not or if others could see or anything. Whatever, though. She was going to go wash away the cigarette smell from the club from her hair since he was offering. Without a backward glance or another word, she walked into the bathroom. She wondered if he wanted to watch her shower. Maybe that's what he was into. But it didn't matter. What she wanted to do couldn't be done with the door open. Alyssa looked around the space. The fixtures were chrome and modern, much like what she'd seen of the apartment so far, and the shower stall was big and had shower heads everywhere. Turning on the water, she reached back and unlaced her corset, slipping out of the skirt and then taking it off. Her thong was next, and then she was nude, left clutching the two little plastic baggies of cocaine and the ten the guy had given her. Carefully, she set one on the counter and opened the other, dumping the contents onto the vanity. Folding her ten, she used the edge to line up the coke and then snorted it in one long drag. As the drug took its effect on her, she leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed. Man, that was good. She did not regret at all taking it from Jason, even if the possibility existed that he'd figure out it was her and kick her ass for it. After a couple of minutes of standing there, she cleaned up the counter and flushed the empty baggie, making sure it went down, and then stepped into the shower, letting hot water cascade over her body while she stood there, her eyes glazed over. Unsure how long she stood there, she eventually lathered up her body and hair and washed herself and then stepped out, wrapped in a towel. Opening a door, she found a couple of silk robes hanging there. She dried off and then shrugged one onto herself, running fingers through her hair since she didn't have a brush. Hell, she didn't have anything. Her ID card was in Jason's wallet, and she didn't carry anything else on her. It made her dependent on him, but it was how he liked her to be. She folded her clothes and then knelt, hiding the other baggie of cocaine behind the toilet. When she was satisfied that there was no chance of it being discovered, she finally stepped outside, robes ashed tightly on. Dominic unbuttoned his shirt and removed his belt and shoes, tossing them into his bedroom before he moved to the bar and poured himself a carefully measured glass of Cognac. The rich liquor refracted the light as he gently moved the tumbler in a circle. It wasn’t until he heard the shower start that he opened the sliding glass door that led out onto a balcony that ran half the length of the building. It wasn’t just the inordinately large amount of space that he paid for, but the view. Furthermore, it was one of the best views in the city, and he leaned onto the railing and took a carefully controlled sip as he stared out at the city lit up and on display. Twenty minutes later he still had no idea what he was going to do with the girl, but he had already decided that he wouldn’t let her go back to the life she lived. She reminded him of himself years ago, lost and sure that his path was the only one available to him. He’d pulled himself out of the gutter without help, with nothing more than willpower. She however had no desire to do so, her attitude was proof of that. If she left the penthouse then she’d end up back under the thumb of an abusive drug dealer. With a sigh he turned as she entered the main room and watched her from the shadowed balcony. His eyes narrowed as he watched her move. Even from this distance he could tell that she was high, and he cursed under his breath. Anger brought him into the penthouse once more and his eyes flashed as he looked her over from head to toe. “Did you bring drugs into my home?” Alyssa looked at the balcony just as Dominic came inside. His shirt was unbuttoned now, giving him only a slightly more casual look. He walked with a sure stride, each step filled with anger. She'd seen the expression he wore on his face a thousand times before on Jason, and as he came to stand in front of her, she couldn't help but cower. He asked her if she had drugs, and she knew he wasn't wanting to share. No, he was pissed for some reason, and afraid he was going to hit her, she took a step back, although she didn't run away. She used to do that with Jason, and it only made the beatings worse. She'd learned her lesson. Now she just took it so it would be over faster. In her drug-induced haze, she wouldn't fathom why Dominic was upset. It wasn't like he was some pillar of virtue, after all. He was involved with Jason! But self-preservation made her lie. Her gaze dropped from his eyes, and she looked at his mouth instead as she said, "No, of course not." She forced herself to step up to him, loosening the belt of the robe she wore until it gaped in the front, showing off pert breasts. Rubbing against him, she whispered, "Don't you want to take me to bed, baby?" She hoped the distraction would work. Sometimes it did with Jason, but sometimes it didn't. She'd fuck this guy tonight if it meant that he wouldn't hit her. Dominic knew how easily the lies fell from her lips. He’d been where she was, where the only thing that mattered was the next high and trying to find something that would last longer and take the edge off of the world around him. The only problem was that drugs had proven to make things worse, and not better. A bad batch of Coke and a razor had taught him that lesson, almost permanently. She was on that same path, trying to kill herself one way or another, and she’d succeed if something didn’t happen to make her truly look at her life. Such a waste. With a curse he gripped her by the upper arm hard enough to get her attention but not leave bruises behind as he dragged her into the bathroom she’d just come from. He let go of her and pushed her towards a corner away from the door so that she wouldn’t have a chance to leave and started to look through the bathroom, trying to ignore the glimpses he got of her body through the half open robe.“Where is the rest of it, or did you take it all?” he asked harshly as he lifted the top off of the toilet tank and searched the inside before lifting the seat so that he could see if any bags were taped along the inside rim. Finding nothing around the toilet he started to search the drawers, cabinets and showers that made up the bathroom, all with the same outcome. He found nothing at all, and he stopped in the middle of the room and thought, drawing a blank on where else she could have put it. He was about to give up when he noticed her in the mirror, noticed the flick of her eyes as she glanced at the toilet once more and then looked away. With a grunt of frustration he turned back to the toilet and searched it again, finally getting on his hands and knees to feel around the base of the bowl and up the back side. When Dominic grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bathroom, Alyssa had to bite down on her lip to keep from whimpering. This was it. Somehow, he knew she'd taken a hit of coke, and he was going to hit her. But why? It wasn't like it was that big of a deal. He looked pissed off and she didn't understand. Did he think she's stolen it from him? She hadn't! She wasn't a thief or a bad person. Furthermore, she'd only taken it off of Jason because he'd already promised she could have some if she blew that guy at the club. Her eyes were wide with fear as Dominic pushed her into a corner of the bathroom and started searching near the toilet. Her gaze darted toward the door; she wanted to get the hell out of here, but she couldn't go. He wasn't going to let her, and she didn't want to leave her other hit behind. When he asked her if she'd taken the rest, she wished she'd gone ahead and done so. But she hadn't expected to get caught. If he found it, it was pretty obvious he wasn't going to just let her have it and save it for the morning. Dominic moved away from the toilet and started searching other parts of the bathroom. Alyssa slumped against the wall in relief. He wasn't going to find her stash, she realized, unable to keep her eyes from darting toward her hiding place. Before she knew what was happening, though, he was searching the toilet area again, this time right where she had put her cocaine. Tears of frustration welled in Alyssa's eyes. Damn it! He was going to find it, and she wasn't going to get it for herself. She wanted to just go home. But of course, she couldn't do that. He'd already said he'd tell Jason if she didn't do what he wanted. Taking a small step forward as Dominic grunted in satisfaction upon locating the baggie, Alyssa let her robe gape open. Maybe sex would distract him so he wouldn't hit her. If she got really lucky, she'd somehow figure out a way out of a beatingandkeep her drugs, too. Shrugging the robe off, she was nude when she put her hand on his shoulder. "Aw, baby, don't be mad," she cajoled. "I didn't take it from you, I promise." He glanced back at her, his expression thunderous. The fact that she was almost naked now, the robe hiding nothing, wasn’t lost on him, but he had better control over his body than that. If she paid attention she would know that the sight of her aroused him, but in the end that little bit of knowledge wouldn’t matter. He had given up thinking with his dick a long time ago, unlike the men she was obviously used to.“I know you didn’t take it from me, since I don’t allow any kind of drugs into my home,” he said roughly as he quickly popped the plastic baggie and started to dump the contents into the toilet. He didn’t give her a chance to try and take the coke from him, but put his arm back to catch her if she tried to lunge forward to save the drugs. A few moments later he flushed the toilet and let her go, stepping back towards the door as he watched her reaction. “None of that is allowed in my home. That shit is vile, and I see no reason to allow you to do that to your body while you’re under my care… and make no mistake that you are under my care. You’ve proven that you can’t care for yourself and unfortunately if you go back to the bloody stump I left in that club you’re just going to kill yourself… if he doesn’t do it first.” What the fuck am I saying? Shit… What was he saying? Shit! Already, Alyssa was in tears because he'd flushed her coke. And now he was talking about her as if he didn't want to give her back to Jason. Fuck. What did that mean? Did Jason owe this guy enough money that he was willing to give Alyssa to him as payment? No... he wouldn't do that. She wasn't his property. He loved her!" It was just a little blow," she mumbled petulantly. "It wasn't going to hurt anybody." She was confused by Dominic. Why was he calling cocaine vile if he dealt it? Without it, he wouldn't have all this crap or this fancy place." Why do you care anyway? You'll fuck me, and I'll go home to Jason. You ready to get started?" she asked, upset with him and just wanting to get it over with so she could get out of there. He shook his head slightly and turned away from her. He walked out into the hall beside the front door and activated the security system he’d had installed when he purchased the penthouse apartment. If she tried to leave at any point the alarm would go off, and she would never be able to activate the private elevator without the code regardless. Unless she decided to call the police she wasn’t going anywhere, she just hadn’t realized it yet.“You aren’t going anywhere,” he said loudly enough for her to hear. “Whatever you think I am, you’re wrong. I haven’t touched drugs in years, and I’m not about to let them anywhere near me. Even if you don’t care about yourself, I do. Don’t ask me why… perhaps you just remind me of myself when I hit rock bottom…” he mused, the last quite enough that she wouldn’t hear it if she had stayed in the bathroom.“Jason is nothing but a memory. You will have nothing to do with him… is that understood?” he asked, though his tone made it more of a proclamation than a question as he walked past the room she had been given and into the kitchen. “Now… do you want something to eat before you turn in?” Alyssa was confused by his words. What did he mean, Jason was a memory? Did he really think he was going to keep her? Brow furrowed, she watched as he moved around the penthouse apartment, standing with her body bared through the robe that gaped open. No, in the morning, he was going to fuck her to take his payment from Jason, and then he was going to let her go. There was no way he was going to just keep her here. Jason wouldn't let him, and anyway, why would he even want to? Dominic didn't know her. He just knew her boyfriend owed him some money. Shaking her head to clear it, she said, "Yeah, I'm hungry." No way was she going to turn down food. She and Jason didn't always have a lot of it around, and she wasn't stupid. If she was getting a free meal from a rich guy, she was going to take him up on it. She closed her robe, pulling the edges so they overlapped. It was huge on her, but she didn't care. Sitting in a chair, she watched as he moved around a kitchen that was as sleek and expensively-furnished as the rest of the place. In a few minutes, she had a plate in front of her and dug in, trying to take her time and use good table manners like she used to have back when her mom was alive. She didn't know why she was trying. There was something about him, the way he watched her, that made her feel like she should." So," she said between bites, "What's your day job? The one you do when you're not dealing?" Dominic leaned against the counter across from her and watched her out of the corners of his eyes while they ate. Her eyes were dilated, showing that she’d taken enough of the drug to affect her before he found it. She was too thin, and slightly unkempt, though she did take care of herself at least somewhat, or she wouldn’t have taken advantage of the shower. In truth, she was a beautiful woman, or would have been with another fifteen pounds or so on her frame. She reminded him of himself years before, which was the only reason she was still sitting across the table from him.“I’m CEO and owner of an investment firm, along with a handful of other businesses,” he answered her truthfully. “I’m not a dealer. In fact, I’ve never dealt, but I was a user for many years before I managed to straighten out my life.” He fell silent again as he polished off the last of his meal and then turned to rinse the dish off in the sink and put it into the dishwasher, something he obviously did regularly. “Why did you start using?” he asked when he turned back, his full attention on her for the first time since they had met. His gaze was weighted with knowledge, his thoughts obscured behind a thoughtful expression that softened his harsh features. Alyssa chewed slowly even though all she wanted was to shovel food in her mouth until she'd had her fill. She and Jason didn't always have enough to eat full meals, and the frequently shared meals. She'd learned to eat fast, because if she didn't, it often meant she went hungry. She listened to Dominic tell her he didn't deal, and although she almost snorted in disbelief, she pulled it back. Furthermore, she was a little afraid of him, and she had a feeling derision wouldn't exactly go over well. But really? Other businesses? Who was he kidding? What would someone like him have to do with someone like Jason if the common connection wasn't drugs? Oh, she believed Dominic wasn't a street dealer, that he considered himself a businessman. But he wasn't exactly pious and pure, either. He was a dealer who labeled himself an entrepreneur because it made him be able to sleep at night. Because then he wasn't part of the riffraff. It separated people like him from people like her in ways that an expensive car and a high-rise condo couldn't do. His question of her caught her off-guard, and she found herself scowling at him. "I don'tuse," she denied. "It isn't like I'm some sort of junkie or anything. I just like to play around once in a while. Recreationally." He didn't know anything about her. What, he thought she had a problem just because she liked to get high once in a while? It was fun, that was the only reason she did it! She pushed her plate away, her appetite gone and her high ruined. Petulantly, she looked at him. "I want to go to bed," she said. "You're going to fuck me tonight and get it out of the way?" Dominic managed not to shake his head in disgust at her denial. He had been like her once, and he had no right to judge. That didn’t keep him from doing it, however. He continued to eat as she spoke and made her wait until he was done with his sandwich. She was at least a little afraid of him. He didn’t like that fact, but it was a tool he could use to control her. To try and help her. There was a worthwhile person beneath the abused surface; he just had to find her. Why he felt the need to fix her was a topic for another night.“No, I’m not going to fuck you tonight. Go to bed. The security system is on, and it will alert me if you try to leave. Goodnight, Alyssa,” he added the last to soften the fact that she was effectively a prisoner, for all the good it would do. With that he turned his back to her and washed the dishes. He could have left them for the maid, or placed them in the dishwasher, but he washed them by hand. It was a way for him to ignore her and give her a moment to make her decision. She could fight him, cause issues and try to run, or she could do as he commanded. Her instinctual reaction would be telling. How far was he going to have to break her down in order to make her realize how far she’d fallen? Only time would tell. She stared at Dominic's broad shoulders, the muscles thick under his clothing as he washed his dishes. It was weird, seeing someone who seemed larger than life and more than a little intimidating doing something so menial as housework. A scowl seemed a permanent part of her features as she shot daggers at him. She hated him, even if he was gorgeous and his ass looked hot as he cleaned up. As much as she wanted to leave, she knew she couldn't. Jason would kick her ass if she took off without paying Dominic back, and she knew there was a chance that DOM would hit her, but it was a certainty with her boyfriend. No, she was better off staying here and fucking this guy. Let him take his payment from her body. It wasn't the first time Jason had used her that way, and it wouldn't be the last." Where do you want me to sleep? With you?" she asked. "And do you have a cigarette?" She hated smoking; the fact that she was willing to settle for nicotine showed how badly she wanted a hit of coke. The thought only served to piss her off even more. "Fucking prick," she muttered sullenly under her breath. He didn't have to flush her stuff; it had been her last hit. He glanced back, intent on answering her when he heard her mutter something under her breath. It took a moment for the words to register, but when they finally did, he arched an eyebrow and reached to turn off the water without looking. He kept his eyes on her, staring thoughtfully was he dried his hands in a methodical manner. He had hoped to avoid confrontation for at least one night, but it appeared she wasn’t going to give him that choice. If I’m going to do this I should do it right. This isn’t the time for kindness; she wouldn’t know how to accept it anyway. Be firm. This isn’t going to be pleasant… “Pardon me?” he said, not really asking a question and expecting no response in return as he neatly folded the hand towel and put it back in its proper place.”Let us get a few things straight right now. You aren’t here for a one-night stand. You belong to me until I say otherwise. Furthermore, you will keep a civil tongue, or you will have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Furthermore, you can call me Dominic, or you can address me as Sir. Furthermore, you’ll learn quickly enough when to use the proper form of address. There will be no drugs in my home, and you will not use while you are here. If you behave I will buy you a pack of cigarettes tomorrow, but that is dependent upon you. Do we have an understanding?” he said, his voice unnaturally calm and even. I've committed myself now... Alyssa stared at Dominic as he finished speaking, her thoughts defiant even if her words weren't. Fucking prick, she repeated, although this time she wasn't stupid enough to mumble it out loud. Her expression remained sullen, and she thought she'd have to be dead before she called him "sir." Who the hell did he think he was anyway? This wasn't her debt to him, it was her boyfriend's. If he wanted someone around to fuck him as payback, he could go get it from Jason. But years of getting smacked around had taught her to keep her trap shut. Men hit when they got pissed, and she'd gotten enough of a beating tonight. She already knew she'd wake up bruised tomorrow, and she didn't want to add to that." Yeah, whatever," she mumbled, "I get it." You asshole, she added silently to the end of the sentence. Man, she couldn't wait to get the hell out of here. Being with Jason was way better than being stuck in this hellhole. At least with him, she could have some blow to pass the time. "So, am I sleeping with you?" she asked again, her tone riding the edge of disrespect without outright being so. He considered calling her out for her disrespect, but he knew that he couldn’t push too far, or she’d simply try to bolt. It would happen eventually anyway, but he wanted to put it off as long as possible. The more trust he could build before she fully realized what he intended to do the better as far as he was concerned. Even if her attitude currently did make him want to discipline her in ways that she couldn’t even imagine.“No, you can sleep in the extra room over there,” he pointed to the room she’d been in before. The last thing he wanted was someone coming down off of their high right next to him. Plus, he wouldn’t put it past her to make his night a living hell.“I will see you in the morning. Get some sleep, we have a lot to discuss when you’re no longer riding a high,” he said, the last with a bite in his voice. He’d seen dozens of women like her. Lost, alone and willing to put up with any kind of abuse for a good high. If he’d wanted a quick tumble he could have taken her in the parking garage near the club. For some reason he’d decided to make her his project. He knew it was going to come back to bite him in the ass. The only question was how hard. Alyssa looked at DOM, hating him. He'd flushed her stash and was holding her hostage here, not letting her go home. He wouldn't just fuck her and get it over with, and he wanted her to stay here indefinitely to pay off some debt, and she didn't even know how much she was working off. Wordlessly, she stood up and walked away, going to the room that was hers for the night. It was different that anything she'd stayed in before. The furniture was sleek, with clean lines, but clearly more expensive than anything she'd ever be able to afford. How much shit had he sold to be able to afford this? Like hell, he wasn't a dealer. This guy was big time, and it was obvious just by looking at his clothes and his car and his condo. Slamming the door to the room shut, she went to a desk at the other end of the room and got the chair, wedging it under the knob, not caring that it was loud as it dragged across the wood floor. He didn't want to fuck her? Well, then, fuck him. He couldn't change his mind in the middle of the night. She didn't have anything to wear to sleep unless she went looking for the clothes she'd worn to the club. The thought of getting back into a corset that reeked of stale cigarette smoke when she'd just showered turned her stomach, so instead she tightened the robe around her and crawled between crisp sheets. They were silken and cool to the touch, and a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips and she settled into bed. Closing her eyes, she opened them back up a few minutes later. It didn't seem to matter that she had no belongings here, that there was a chair that made the door impossible to open from the outside. Alyssa had lived on the streets, and she was scared of sleeping in strange places. She couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't safe. Grabbing the comforter, she crawled onto the floor and huddled in a little ball with her back against the wall, covered and still shivering. It was better, but not good enough. Hours later, she finally fell asleep. DOM heard her use a chair to lock the block the door as he finished cleaning the kitchen. Anger flared for a moment, making him glare towards the closed door. It took him longer than he would have liked to rein his temper back in. That was something he would have to watch closely. There was no place for his anger in what he had decided to do. She would be angry enough without having someone else’s emotions to play off of. Alyssa wasn’t the only one who had a restless night. By the time the sun rose over the city, painting his bedroom in subtle golden light, he’d managed perhaps two hours of sleep. There was no use trying to get more, he knew it simply wouldn’t work. He rolled out of bed with a groan instead and checked to make sure that the elevator key and the phone were still where he had left them. Without the first she couldn’t get out of the penthouse, and without the second she couldn’t call for help, not that she was likely to do so. Addicts didn’t want to get the police involved, even if they weren’t willing to admit their addiction. Picking up the phone he made a quick call down to the front desk and put in an order for cigarettes and a couple of changes of clothing for Alyssa. One of the perks about having the most expensive residence in the building was that no one asked questions, they simply scrambled to do what he wanted. By the time she woke up the packages would be waiting.“Now I need coffee… lots of coffee…” he muttered, not bothering to put on more than a pair of silk boxers before heading towards the kitchen. Used to being awake most of the night and sleeping most of the morning away, Alyssa stirred much later than Dominic. Blinking in protest at the light that filled the room, she looked around bleary-eyed. Where was she? The room was not familiar to her. She tilted her head quizzically at the chair wedged under the doorknob and then peered at the bed. She was alone, so she must have done that, but for the life of her she couldn't remember why. It wasn't the first time she'd blacked out after partying; she wasn't worried. Her head hurt, the pain sharp behind her eyes making her reach around her to feel for something to take the edge off. When she came up empty-handed, she kicked the comforter off of her, taking in the quality of the robe she wore. Standing, she saw her corset from the night before and went to it, patting at it. Nothing. Well, fuck. Where the hell was Jason, anyway. He'd have something for her. She moved the chair and opened the door just a little. Damn, this place was nice. Wondering again where she was, she padded out of the room, calling out softly, "Hello?" And then she saw him. Alyssa's brow furrowed as memories of the night before flooded back. "You!" she said, her voice holding accusation and outrage. This asshole had flushed her coke! "You got some weed or anything?" He owed her, damn it. He knew the moment she woke, she wasn’t exactly quiet while she stumbled around the room. Furthermore, he spared the closed door one glance before he turned to the next page of the newspaper and shifted to rest his right ankle on his left knee. Furthermore, he’d had time to eat, shower and dress before she woke, which was just fine with him. Furthermore, he’d hopefully found his center, because he knew that she’d be a trial today. He wore a pair of casual black slacks, a black shirt and black shoes. Furthermore, he knew he looked dangerous, but that would work in his favor with her. Furthermore, he had to have a commanding presence, and that included dressing appropriately. When the door to the spare room opened he lowered the paper and glanced over, taking in her bedraggled appearance as well as her petulant expression. He watched as recognition sparked in her eyes, quickly followed by anger. All to be expected. He didn’t answer her at first, but simply studied her as he carefully folded the paper and set it down on the coffee table. She looked like she was already hitting the first stages of withdrawal, which meant that she was going to be a handful for the next week or so while she detoxed. Not for the first time that morning he wondered why he cared enough to go to the trouble of cleaning her up, but no answer was forthcoming.“No. I don’t have weed, coke, heroin, speed, Meth or any other kind of drug. There will be none of that from now on, so get used to it Alyssa,” her name was a warning on his lips. The only chance she’d get to rein in her temper. “There are cigarette’s in one of those bags beside the door,” he pointed behind her. “That’s the closest you’re going to get. You can smoke half a pack a day out on the balcony. If you smoke one inside you won’t get anymore. No mistakes. No second chances.” "Hey, what the hell do you think I am?" she asked, affronted by his words. "I'm not some kind of dope head or anything." Meth, brown... those things were hardcore, the kind of shit that would really fuck you up. That was the kind of shit addicts did, and Alyssa Kelly was no drug addict! She just liked to party once in a while and made sure she stayed away from the serious stuff. A little coke and weed wouldn't hurt her. And if she dropped some acid once in a while, why would this guy care? It wasn't like she was hooked to the stuff. Man, she was ready to blow this joint. She was fuzzy-headed and didn't remember a lot of the night before, but she remembered the important stuff, that Jason owed this guy some bucks and that he'd flushed the crap she'd brought here with her. She knew he was a dealer; after all, how else did he get a place like this? Furthermore, she just needed to look around, and she knew she'd be able to find his stash of the good stuff." A smoke sounds good," she said, shuffling to the bags he'd indicated. Squatting down, she didn't pay attention to where her robe gaped open, exposing one of her breasts down to her nipple. It wasn't anything he wasn't going to get to see anyway. She opened one up, frowning when she saw that it was filled with women's clothing. The next one was, too, and in the third she found toiletries and the promised cigarettes. Grabbing a pack, she turned her head to look at the man that still sat at the table. "What's with all this shit?" She didn't understand why he had it. It was all stuff for chicks, and he didn't seem like the type. Her head was still swimming; she was missing some vital link here, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what it was. This guy was going to fuck her this morning and she'd go home, right? And if she could get some dope off him before she took off, maybe Jason wouldn't hit her. A rebuttal hovered on the tip of his tongue, but it wasn’t the time to tell her that she was an addict. That would come with the tremors and the cold sweat of withdrawal. Then she would no longer be able to deny the truth, at least not to herself. He watched wordlessly as she looked through the bags, the fact that she still refused to see the obvious amusing him somewhat. She was so lost in her own world of drugs and abuse that her mind refused to accept the situation she found herself in. Part of him wished that it could remain that way, but he needed her to understand that she was going no-where, and that drugs were not an option for her any longer. Once she was clean he would let her go, help her find a job if she wished, create a life for herself… but until then she might as well belong to him with the lack of freedom she had.“I prefer that you have clothing and other essentials while you’re here, and I had no desire to go find your own things. Those are likely lost to you at this point, Alyssa. Go smoke a cigarette on the balcony… we have things to talk about when you’re done,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for questions if she was able to read his tone at all. The drugs from the night before had likely worn off, but he knew she had to be honeying for a fix. The next forty-eight hours were going to be some of the worst for her. Alyssa's brow furrowed at Dominic's words. Those clothes were for her while she stayed here? Did he have some sort of changing clothes fetish or something? Because it wasn't like she was going to be here for very long, and there were enough clothes here for a couple of weeks! In fact, it was probably about as many clothes she had total hanging in her closet at Jason's apartment. She opened her mouth to say something, but something in the set of his jaw told her that he was done talking. Her instructions were clear: go outside, smoke a cigarette, and then they'd talk. She stood up, muttering under her breath as she slipped out onto the balcony, "Fucking bossy as hell." She didn't know if he heard her, but she didn't much care. Furthermore, she was annoyed with him for flushing her shit the night before. He owed her a hit of coke, damn it, and a couple of packs of cigarettes weren't going to make up for it. Once she was outside, she lit up and sat on a chair, looking out at the city. She'd never seen a view like this before; it felt like she was on top of the world, looking down at the little ants that were people scurrying about their business. She tried to figure out where she was by searching out landmarks, but that was a bust. Instead, she sucked in smoke, the nicotine a poor substitute for what she really wanted. After two cigarettes, she went back inside, sliding the door closed again. She found Dominic there. He wanted to talk, but she didn't. She wanted to get this over with and go home. Jason would be waiting for her. Idly, she wondered if he'd let her take the clothes with her. It wasn't like he was going to fit in them or anything, and they were way nicer than anything she had. She could probably sell them and buy some good shit with the money, if Jason let her keep any of it. Talk was out. She had nothing to say. She wanted to just pay off whatever Jason owed and then leave. Without saying a word, she untied the belt of her silk robe, slipping it off of her shoulders and letting it pool around her on the floor. She was slender, maybe a little bit too much, but she looked good and she knew it. The drugs meant she didn't eat a lot, so there wasn't any fat on her. Nude, she stepped between his legs and knelt down, her hands going to his waist. It was time to get to work. Dominic watched her through the clear glass as she smoked, his thoughts hidden behind a thoughtful gaze. She was proving to be more recalcitrant than he had thought. He didn’t fool himself into thinking she was simply. No. She was willfully ignoring what he said and choosing to view the world through a lens of her own making. She didn’t see herself as an addict though the signs of it were so easy to see that he doubted a child would miss them, and he had done nothing to hide his intentions. Still lost in thought she managed to surprise him when he glanced up and focused on the silk that slid down her slender body. For all of his iron control he was still a man and his cock lengthened into an almost painful erection at the sight of her bare before him. He should have stopped her there, but he didn’t. He watched her with hooded eyes as she crossed to kneel between his legs, her intentions only serving to heighten his desire. When she reached for the wasteland of his pants, however, he griped her wrists gently; though there was little chance she’d be able to pull away.“This won’t mean you get to leave, Alyssa…” he growled, his arousal leaving his voice rough and strained. “You aren’t leaving this apartment until you’re clean. Withdrawal will set in soon… and then I plan to ensure you won’t ever use again,” he explained bluntly, leaving her no room to misinterpret his actions. Reaching up he gripped her hair in one hand hard enough to sting just a little, though his aim wasn’t to cause harm. “Do you understand? If you choose to come to my bed it has no bearing on your freedom…” She could tell before she even touched him that he was hard from the way his pants stretched across his cock. Her hand reached for him, comfortable with what she was about to do. This was what Alyssa knew, bartering with the one commodity nobody else could take from her, her body. He stopped her, though, before she touched him, his grip on her wrists loose. She looked up at him in askance, supplicant before him, his for the taking. Why had he stopped her? This was what he wanted from her. It was why he'd brought her here. His next words confused her. "Why?" she said, her brow furrowed as she leaned back further to really look at him. "Why do you care what I do? I'm nobody to you." She could feel panic consuming her. He'd been telling her, and she'd been refusing to listen. He let go of one of her wrists and his fingers twisted in her hair, and Alyssa felt a flare of arousal mixing with the panic, making her heart race. She could feel the heat of his body, so very near hers. She'd accepted that she would have sex with this man. He was powerful and handsome, the kind of man that Alyssa may have been attracted to anyway if Jason didn't control her. "I don't want what you're offering," she said." You don't understand!" And he didn't. She wasn't addicted like he thought, but he didn't get it, either. Being high... it helped her forget where she was and what was happening to her. It made every day easier. Fucking Jason's friends, getting hit. Those things were bearable when she dulled the pain a little. "You can't hold me prisoner, Dominic. Let me leave. Whether it's Jason who owes you or me, I'll fuck you. Just let me go." She was begging now, pulling away, panic threatening to consume her. He let her go as soon as she moved to pull away. He had no desire to punish her by force or control her panic by physical means. Now that she finally understood what was happening he simply let her beg, though he did not ignore her. As she backed away he sat back in the chair once again and rested his ankle on his knee. Outwardly he was completely relaxed, after all she couldn’t run without the key to the elevator, and he had no intention of giving her that key.“Jason owes me nothing. You owe me nothing. I’m doing this as much for myself as for you if I’m being honest. I know you don’t agree. Furthermore, I know you are going to think I’m a selfish bastard who gets off on the power trip, which isn’t completely incorrect I might add,” he said with a rueful twist of his lips.“Whatever my reasons, this is happening. This is going to happen the way I desire, there is no other acceptable outcome.”“I can keep you here quite simply. What are the chances that you don’t have a record, Alyssa?” he asked, his tone almost gentle as he attempted to make her think things through rationally.“Do you really want to go back to a life where you’re nothing but a whore? Where a fix is the only way you can deal with that asshole’s fists? What’s waiting for you in that life? Do you want to die young when I’m giving you an out? If you manage to clean yourself up, if you can learn to obey someone who doesn’t hit you and has your best interests at heart, I’ll make sure you get a fresh start and enough money to keep yourself off of the streets.” Alyssa sat back on her haunches as soon as he let her go, uncaring about her nudity, fighting the panic that threatened to engulf her. She couldn't understand why he was doing this. She was nobody to him. And he was going to blackmail her by bringing her past into it? It made her angry. Her record was none of his business. And it wasn't like she had anything horrible on it, anyway. A couple of shoplifting cases, and one possession. Not even of anything serious, just pot. That was it. But she also knew how it could look if he called the cops on her. Someone like her in a place like this? They were going to assume she'd somehow found a way to break in to rip him off, and who would listen to her over him? He was rich and important. It was obvious he was powerful. And it wasn't like she could call the cops, either. The police didn't listen to people like her. She was only trash, a piece of litter to be cleaned off the streets." If I wanted to be clean, I would be," she said, very voice defiant. She wanted to cuss at him, call him an asshole and a bastard, but she didn't dare. She was afraid of him. "I don'tneed fix, Dominic. I like how it feels, that's all. A little recreational hit here and there to take the edge off, you know?" Except her words were a little hollow. Had he said he'd give her money if she stayed off shit for a few days? If she brought money back with her, Jason might not fuck her up too badly when she went home. Dominic had just given her a reason, a big one, to stay and play. He was under no illusions that she was being rational and making her decisions for the right reasons. He’d mentioned money for a reason, and as she sat there before him, nude and defiant he knew he’d won the battle. The first of many. He took a moment to study her, to really see her for the first time. She was to think, which was a clear sign of addiction. Her gaze was a bit glazed, as if there were still some drugs in her system, but there was spirit there. He hadn’t expected to see that, and it made her much more attractive to him. If he could keep her off of the drugs for long enough to completely detox she’d be able to gain some weight. The gauntness of her cheeks would fill out, and she’d gain a bit of muscle if she did it right. She’d be beautiful… and dangerous as hell to a man like him.“When you can look at a bag of coke and flush it yourself I’ll believe you. Until then the best you’re going to get is cigarettes, no matter what else you do,” he said, his meaning clear with her on her knees before him. “You can call it recreational if you want, but if you really look at yourself in a mirror you’ll see why I don’t believe that.” He put his paper aside then and gave her his full attention, not that she hadn’t had it before. “How did you start, Alyssa?” he asked. “What happened to make a beautiful woman like you sink to the level of a rat like the man you were with last night?” She bristled at his words. He thought her a liar? How dare he judge her? No matter what he said, she knew he was a supplier. He had too much money not to be. Good, clean men didn't bring home women like her, and so he was in no position to disparage her." Don't you call him that," she said, her eyes stormy as her temper ignited? "You don't know him." Jason had saved her, had taken her off the streets and given her a place and reason to live. He'd given her stuff to take the edge off of things when her life was a hellhole. Sure, he smacked her around, but that was her fault. If she didn't do shit to make him need to, he wouldn't. "I don't need to look in a mirror, not for you and not for me. I already know who and what I am. You want me here? Fine. You're going to pay me? Even better. I'll earn it. But you leave Jason out of this." Her chest heaved as her tirade ebbed. She refused to tell him anything about herself. Her history with her parents and running away was none of his business. Except...shit. If she wanted that money, she was going to have to play his game, wasn't she. "I'll get clean," she finally said, her words a lie on her own tongue, "But you stay out of my head. My life is none of your fucking business." She stared up at him, still kneeling at his feet, and wondered if he'd give her more if she fucked him. He stifled a sigh as she defended the man who had just the previous night tried to beat the shit out of her. As far as he was concerned there was never a good reason to hit a woman, not in anger. The fact that she seemed to accept it, that she seemed to think she deserved such treatment, told him just how far she’d fallen. He didn’t know her background. Didn’t know how she’d been raised, but he did know that no one would ever touch her like that again. Not if he had anything to say about it. He let her talk until she fell silent, ignoring most of what she said. Finally, when the last harsh word had left her lips he leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees as he met her stare for stare. “Everything is my business, and eventually you will answer any question I ask. Truthfully. You’re not there yet, however. Once the shakes start… once you can no longer deny the fact that you do have a problem. Then I’ll ask again, and I’ll expect an answer,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Reaching forward he tangled the fingers of his right hand in her hair and fisted them, ensuring that she couldn’t look away as he forced her to continue looking at him, letting her see exactly how serious he was. “You will not use again. Be glad that I’m allowing you the cigarettes, because I could easily take away that source of addiction as well. You will learn to curb your tongue and show respect, or I will show you just how unbending I can be. Do we have an understanding, sweetheart?” He leaned forward and instinctively, she rocked back just a little, certain he would hit her for her insolence. But he didn't, instead, staring into her eyes and spitting more words at her. She was still angry with him, and the look in her eyes was defiant and challenging. It was on the tip of her tongue to argue again that she was no addict. She wasn't one of those people! She just took enough to take the edge off, to forget her life a little here and there. Furthermore, she didn't need the fix, she just enjoyed it once in a while. But she didn't argue, instead curbing her temper as best as she could. Dominic looked pissed off, at least as pissed as she was, and she did not want to upset him more. She was afraid of him, more than she would ever admit. But honestly, there was something about him that made him feel like he wouldn't hurt her, no matter the severity of his ire. Jason would and did. She deserved it, and so she didn't complain. He was a known in Alyssa's life, whereas Dominic was not. She did not know what he was capable of, and yet she suspected that it wouldn't be the same as with Jason. And so even though she was afraid, her jaw was tight, the tilt of her chin remaining jaunty and her anger burning in her eyes like a flame. Until his fist wrapped in her hair. Breath escaped her in a gasp as he forced her to meet his gaze, and as he commanded respect, her heart raced. She wanted to jerk away from his intensity but was unable to do so. Gritting her teeth, unable to push aside the anger she felt at the way he was so easily able to control her, she said, "I'm not your sweetheart. I'm nothing to you." Fuck you. She didn't have to say the words out loud. They were etched into every strand of her being. His eyes flashed, and his hand tightened just slightly in her hair, but those were the only signs of his anger. He didn’t lash out, didn’t push her away and risk injuring her. Instead, he simply held her there and stared, his gaze fixed upon hers. It wasn’t a thread, his stare. Instead, it was more disappointment than anything; along with a warning that he could only be pushed so far by a woman he had little reason to care for. If he was being honest with himself he liked her spirit, and the fact that she still showed so much emotion was a good sign that she could repair the damage she’d done to herself.“You are whatever I want you to be, Sweetheart,” he said, stressing the endearment as his lips curled into a tight smile. “You’re right. You are nothing to me. I’ve taken an interest in you, however… and not much truly interests me. I would suggest that you learn to manipulate this situation to your benefit quickly, or you’re going to be a very unhappy woman. Furthermore, I’m offering you a second chance. Take it… and once you realize exactly how much of a gift it is I expect a heartfelt thank you to pass your lips.”“Now get dressed. If you don’t mouth off anymore I’ll let you make up a shopping list, and I’ll send it down to the desk. You can get the shampoo that you like, any extra toiletries you can think of, perhaps even some favorite foods. You’re going to be here for a while and once you finally detox you’ll likely enjoy some of them again.” A thank-you! Over her dead body! Alyssa was seething at Dominic's arrogance, but she said nothing further, instead standing up with as much dignity as she could muster and pulled the robe back on, covering her body and tightening the belt around her waist. Only a few moments before, the sexual tension in him had seemed coiled, and she'd thought they'd get the fucking out-of-the-way so she could take off. And now, it was gone, replaced in both of them by anger and frustration. She moved to the small pile of clothing that he'd had brought up to his apartment and picked up a pair of jeans and a blouse. He'd gotten her underwear, too, and she wondered how he knew her size. From her corset from the night before, of course. The clothing was nice, probably more expensive than anything she'd ever owned in her life. But she didn't say anything. She didn't want his fucking clothes anyway, and she'd be damned if she'd thank him for anything, ever. It didn't matter anyway. He'd promised he'd keep her here, and then he'd give her money when she left. If she took these clothes with her, she'd be able to see them for a bunch of money, too. It looked like a couple of outfits, so she figured she'd be here two days. She was going to suck it up and make the most of it, and if she found a way to escape, she'd jump on it. Thirty minutes later, she'd showered and come out of the bathroom fully dressed. She wanted a joint, but a cigarette would do. He watched her walk away and didn’t pick his morning paper back up until he heard the soft hum that signified that the shower had been turned on. Frustrations simmered below the calm exterior he maintained. The paper might as well have been left on the table, but he kept it exactly where it was until well after she’d finished her shower and retreated onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette, as if the thin paper were a shield against something he couldn’t quite name. The rest of the day passed in much the same fashion, with small outbursts of frustration from her, and simmering frustration in him that was barely contained. They were like oil and water, constantly in conflict, a disaster waiting to happen. He knew that she was still fooling herself, sure that he would grow tired of her and let her go. Things would change when the shakes started, when the pain of withdrawal had her begging for the drug she said she wasn’t addicted to. He knew the pattern intimately. He’d lived it.“Do you have an preference for dinner?” he asked her later that night when he came out of his room, where he’d retreated to calm his ragged nerves earlier in the afternoon. She loathed him. When he came out of his room, she looked up at him, her hatred flashing in her eyes. He'd been at her all day, and she'd been pissed off and not exactly gracious to him, too. A couple of hours ago, he'd disappeared into his room, and she'd taken the opportunity to try to figure out a way out. She hadn't exactly been subtle about it, her anger at her failure at finding an escape route making her shout expletives at him that rang through the condominium. She knew he had to have heard them, and it had only irked her more when he'd ignored her outbursts. She'd smoked through a pack of cigarettes, too. It was the stress; she needed to take the edge off, that was all. After all, who wouldn't be stressed under the circumstances, locked in an apartment with a maniac? She'd been tempted to light up in his place, but in the end, she'd gone out onto the balcony each time, unwilling to face real wrath from him. There was a part of her that still didn't know what he was capable of, and she was frightened of awakening some sort of beast within him." I'm not hungry," she gritted through clenched teeth, and she stalked off toward the bedroom in which she'd slept the night before. Fuck him, she thought as she slammed the door shut. She hadn't lied; usually pot gave her the munchies, and right now, she didn't want anything to eat. In fact, she wasn't exactly feeling well. Maybe sleep would help. He didn’t chase her when she left, didn’t demand that she stay with him. They weren’t there yet. She needed some time. He would handle her after dinner was ready. If she thought she would be able to ignore his demands she was sorely mistaken, but he’d allow her that illusion for a while longer. In truth, he was sympathetic towards her, as hard as she would find that to believe. He knew what the sickness of withdrawal would feel like, how her body would betray her in search of the drug, but his sympathy would only go so far. He left her in the room she’d been given while he prepared a light meal, thinly cut steak and salad. Furthermore, he ate alone, enjoying the peace and quiet that would be fleeting, though he set aside enough for her to eat when she was able. Only when the meal was done and the dishes in the dishwasher did he move to her room and open the door without knocking. He scanned the room, taking note of any changes she’d made in the short time she’d been here. He expected her to eventually find a weapon to use against him, likely when the withdrawal was at its worst.“There is dinner on the counter. You need to try to eat something. Ignoring the need for food will only make the withdrawal worse,” he warned her. Alyssa at on the bed, staring dispassionately Dominic. She'd gone, again, through every inch of the room and the closet, looking for a place where drugs might be hidden. He had to have something here. How could he not? Nobody had a home that was completely clean." I'm not detoxing," she said flatly. That shit was what addicts did, and she wasn't an addict. She just had low blood sugar or something. Maybe she needed to get checked for diabetes. "Leave me the fuck alone." She didn't care if she pissed him off. She had been past that for a while now. Furthermore, she knew she should eat something, but she didn't want to. Furthermore, she felt restless and shaky, and she just wanted a joint to take the edge off her nerves. But then she panicked that he'd walk away. "Wait," she said, standing up before he could turn away, "Dominic, let me leave. Please, just let me go. I don't feel real good. What if I'm getting sick? You don't want to catch a cold, right?" She just needed to get him to let her go home. She'd deal with Jason. He'd give her something. She teared up as she thought about the cocaine Dominic had flushed the night before. Denial was a familiar companion to him. It was easy to recognize in someone else. He could see a faint sheen on her skin, her eyes were dilated, her color wane. They were all faint, something that a stranger wouldn’t notice, but he’d been there. He knew the signs far more intimately than his associates would have believed. He’d let her have her delusions. Soon enough she wouldn’t be able to lie to herself, and then the real work would begin. He wasn’t simply going to get her off the drugs, he was going to give her another focus, something else to keep her sane, something that would allow her to rebuild the life she’d given up with her first snort of cocaine. He turned to leave, knowing that eventually she’d need to eat, but he stopped in the door, not bothering to turn back to her as he listened, his frame filling the doorway.“Two weeks. If you still want to leave in two weeks, after you’ve detoxed and seen what life is like without the drugs, I’ll let you go,” he promised. “Until then you will stay here, you will do as I say, and you will learn to be respectful.” Two fucking weeks? He wanted two weeks? Alyssa knew she'd agreed to this, knew that he was going to pay her, but she hadn't signed up for that amount of time! She couldn't do it. Already they were at each other's throats. Well, she was at his. He just ignored her and waited for her rants to end. It had only been a day, and already Alyssa's attitude had changed more times than she could count. Early on, when Dominic had first dangled his carrot of riches, she'd been committed to make it work. A man like this, he'd be able to afford to send her away in a couple of days with enough dough that Jason might forgive her for being gone without too much trouble. But the day had gone on, and her hostility had resurfaced quickly and with a vengeance for this man she abhorred. And now, she was holding on to her sanity by a thread. She had no more cigarettes, but they weren't enough anyway. Her skin was itchy - she'd showered twice, and it hadn't helped - and she was feeling exhausted and fidgety all at once. She kept breaking into sweats, and her throat was dry. She was getting sick, she knew it. No matter how much money he was planning on giving her, it wasn't worth this bullshit, not for two weeks. Screaming at him wasn't working. Stripping and offering her body hadn't worked. Nothing was fucking working. She didn't know how to play Dominic, and she felt desperate. She was confused, not understanding why he'd brought her here. He denied that Jason owed him anything, denied that she was the payment, but she knew he was lying. Nothing else made sense. But even with that, she had to leave." Please," she whimpered, tears welling yet again, "I can't...." She was fighting a losing battle, she knew as she looked into his eyes. Tears weren't working either. She tried again. "Look," she said, struggling to keep her voice calm and not let him hear the hysteria, "I can't stay here for two weeks! Jason...," she trailed off. Jason wouldn't take her back if she was gone so long, and then where would she be? Without the only home she knew, and without the only person in the world who loved her. But she didn't tell Dominic that. "I don't want your money. You can keep it." A sob escaped, and this time it was no ploy to manipulate him. She was desperate to leave, to get back home and get something to help her feel better, and she didn't know how. She was a prisoner here, unable to call for help because the police would just arrest her, and there was nobody else. Dominic seemed determined to keep her. And she couldn't stay. Her silence was unexpected. He turned back to watch her as she struggled with her thoughts and emotions. The battle was plain to see. She felt sick, and she didn't understand what was going on, which meant that she'd never gone without. It would confuse her at first as she detoxed, but eventually she'd feel like a person again, if an aimless and confused person at first. That was where he wanted to get her, for starters at least. Her plea pulled at his heart strings, but none of it showed on his cool, remote features. Denial. Anger. Grief, it was all there, plain for him to see as she tried to convince him to let her go. He should have. He should have just wiped his hands and let her walk away, but he was committed. Furthermore, he'd made a decision, and it wasn't in his nature to back down, even when logic said that he should." Then you don't have to take my money... but you're still not leaving," he said a bit more gently. "Rest. That's all you can do. Sleep through as much of it as possible, and when you're hungry you can ask for food," he repeated. While there was sympathy in his voice, there was no give. It was four days later that anything resembling coherent thought found her again. Alyssa stood naked in the bathroom staring at the image in front of her. She observed it as one might an experiment in a Petra dish. The cheeks were gaunt, as if weight had dropped from a body already too thin. Under the eyes, the darkness was so pronounced that it seemed as if someone had used the face as a punching bag, leaving bruises. Lips were cracked, and hair was limp and dirty. The image in the mirror had been through a war. This was her. Part of her wanted to run away from what she saw staring back at her, to hide in the bedroom that had been assigned to her. But a different part of her, a strong, rational part that had not surfaced in a long time, tried instead to remember the last few days. There had been sweats and nightmares. She'd been so shaky at times, so cold, that she'd thought her teeth would shatter from hitting each other. She had wept and wept. Furthermore, she had been so scared and so alone. Except she hadn't been, had she? There had been Dominic. She'd raged at him, broken things in his home, even tried to hit him, attacking like an animal in captivity. But he hadn't broken, hadn't released her from the hell he'd sentenced her to. And eventually, she'd given up, withdrawing into herself, choosing not to care. At some point, even that small bit of choice was taken from her. She'd been unable to care about anything but how badly she needed a fix. He became the devil when the hallucinations had started, but somehow, as he'd insisted that she sip water and take bites of food as she thrashed in her bed, he'd been an angel too. He hadn't been real, just a dream figure in her nightmare. She stopped looking in a mirror, bracing herself when she stepped into water so hot it almost scalded her. And here, she wept yet again, the tears not stopping even when the water turned cold. She didn't know why she cried. The drugs, that was part of it. Even now, she yearned for something, anything. For what else? Jason? Would she go back to him? Would he take her back? Did she care? She was scared. That's why she was crying. She didn't know what would become of her. Where would she go? Dominic had said two weeks, but she'd detoxed now. He'd gotten what he wanted. Where would she go? Even now, the temptation was strong in her to go back to Jason, to beg for a return to oblivion. Everything was too sharp, the lights too bright, her skin so sensitive that the water hurt when it hit her like tiny little needles. But she couldn't do that. A part of her that wasn't angry with Dominic understood what he'd done for her. She'd been killing herself, and he'd given her a chance to live. Sucking air into her lungs, she turned the water off. He'd left clean clothes for her, and she put them on, noticing that they hung from her frame. She headed for the kitchen for the first time in days. She could smell coffee and bacon, and although her stomach roiled, she felt a pang of hunger. Maybe she'd be okay. He'd looked in on her just after dawn. She'd looked ragged, even in sleep, too thin and filthy from the sweats, but her body had stopped trembling. When he heard the shower come on hours later he knew she was past the worst of it. It had been a rough few days for both of them. He reached up to scratch his face and found the proof of that in the scruff that he almost never let grow on his face. He'd need to shave soon, but she'd likely be hungry. She'd might not be able to handle food, but she'd need to try. Dominic started breakfast while she showered. A simple but filling breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast. With the required coffee of course, of which he'd already had three cups, and he was well on his way to polishing off a fourth. He didn't think he'd slept any better than she had, but that was going to change. He didn't expect a miracle, but he did expect to at least get more rest while dealing with the fallout of what he'd made her do. Furthermore, he wasn't foolish enough to think that she would be completely thankful for his intervention. Part of her would want to go back to the drugs. Hell, part of her would always want them. By the time the shower turned off breakfast was almost ready. He set out two places at the island, but left the food in the oven to stay warm until she actually appeared.

Chasing the Dragon (Kyrsa and Elina)|rating:2.0

ghostxHuman horror story

Many years ago a boy and girl love each other until the boy wanted her more and more and wanted to kill them both and be together forever, but the girl didn't want that at all. The girl killed herself, but she didn't to save herself from him, and she went to heaven and when he killed himself he was stuck on earth forever. The boy haunts his own home for the rest of his own life. Fifty years later it is the year of 1955 the girl who killed herself is reborn this girl lives not from where the boy haunts, and she will be in danger and nothing will stop this ghost to get what he wants after all these years he is a dead boy in love. Name Liz Age 15 race human bio Liz lives in the home of the girl that killed herself fifty years ago, but she is not the girl and Liz hears about the boy home is haunted and no one goes in it. Liz wants to know about the story, and she loves the home, but she might be in danger she doesn't know it, but the ghost is after her for love and death. Picture Name: Blank Age: 17 Race: Ghost Bio: He killed himself to be with his love but sadly stayed on the earth. Now he haunts the earth in search of the girl he loves, and hopes to be with her again. Picture: Liz was doing some reading but hearing that the home not far from her is too scary for people to move in the place they left it go and not destroying it. Liz heard about it and maybe to check it out for herself. Liz left her home and went down the street and saw the home and went in side of it and looked around the home and feels weird about this place. Blank noticed that a girl had entered the house and dropped a glass on the floor to make sure she knew that she was not alone. Blank then went over to the room upstairs and chuckled lightly. He didn't want to be near this girl...but he did keep an eye on her while she was there. Liz heard of the glass and knew she was not alone, but she feels that this ghost must be nice and won't hurt her at all. Liz walked around the place for a while, but she found a room and looked like a bedroom and liked it. "I guess this must have been his room, and it looks like it can still be used." Liz went on the bed and lay on the bed and feel right to sleep. Blank looked at her on his bed and was sad. That was his bed. "Hey..." he said quietly and tapped her. The girl was sleeping in his room. He went down the stairs and sat on the couch and chuckled, then went over to the kitchen and chuckled again. It was odd haunting a house knowing you weren't alone anymore. Liz woke up and rubbed her eyes and left the room but looked at a paper on the table and saw a name "Blank". Liz walked down into the living room and saw this place is old but thinks this place is beautiful still. Liz sat down on a chair and looked around the room and feels that she knows this place, but she can't remember what. Liz thinks of the paper she found in the room where she was sleeping "Blank must be the boy who killed himself fifty years ago, and he must be the ghost that haunts this please as well." Blank heard his name and went over to the girl. He grabbed some paper and a red pen and began to write. : I'm Blank...you are?: he wrote and dropped it on her lap and chuckled as he went to the kitchen. He watched her and wondered what she was doing here...she looked familiar, but he didn't know who it was. Liz looked at the paper on her lap it was from the ghost and thought of something and felt weird about the ghost. Liz got a pen and wrote: "My Name is Liz I heard about you, I just want to know what happen to you." Liz got her her hairpiece out of her hair and had it down just like Blank old love used to have it down all the time while they were alive. Blank looked at her and then he remembered. This Liz girl looked just like her love! He then went over to her and grabbed the paper. You remind me of her....so you want to know what happened... I'll tell you. My love killed herself and I don't know why...but I couldn't bear to live without her, so I took my own life hoping that I would be with her again Sadly I am stuck here on earth while she's elsewhere in the heavens. I miss her...and I must get her back to me.: He wrote. "You can speak if you wish... I can hear you...: he wrote in the back. Liz looked at the note and felt sorry for him and wish she could see him and know what he really looks like. Liz stood up and looked around "I am sorry for what happen to you but ever since you killed yourself the people forgot about you but not the girl. If there is anything I can please tell me and I would like if I could see you please Blank." Liz tried to look for him and was looking more his old love. You really look like her, you know....follow the chuckles if you wish to see me.: He wrote and chuckled as he went up to his room. He waited there then chuckled again and went outside to the backyard where there was a swing. He sat there and began to swing and showed himself as he waited for the girl to find him. Liz heard him a lot of the time and then went to the kitchen and saw the swing going and Liz went to the backyard and looked and saw someone swing and didn't make it out it was a man with black hair and with white strips of bandages and said. "I can see you now I don't know how, but I can see you are you Blank the ghost who been haunting here?" Blank looked over at the girl and nodded slowly. His red eyes watched her for a while then he looked down at the bandages on his body. He was so sad now and wanted to cry, he missed his love...he wanted to see her. Blank stopped swinging and just sat there wondering what the girl would do. Liz looked at him for a while and got closer to him and knew he stopped swing "please Blank I just want to know what do you want I will give you anything just please tell me what you really want." Liz didn't know what she was getting into like that as well. Blank looked at her with his red eyes and looked at her face. "My....love..." he whispered and chuckled. Blank then stood up and passed by her. "I want my love back!" he said to her and went to the kitchen and threw a glass at the door in anger. He then went over to her and placed a cold hand on her cheek. "You're my love... I know you are..." he whispered to her and chuckled. When Liz saw him, and she was scared now and didn't know why, but she was scared of him and when he came back to her Liz turned around and looked at him, and she was scared of him. When Blank had his hand on her cheek she was scared of him more. "But I am not her I'm Liz she is dead been for 50 years I can't be her." Liz tried to get away from him. Blank looked at her and shook his head. "You came back though love..." he said and followed her. Blank followed after her and decided not to show himself anymore. Please don't go love...: he wrote and handed her the paper and went to his room and cried silently. He missed his love and had finally found her, and she wanted to leave him now, it hurt him deeply. Liz ran into the door and saw the paper in her hand and felt sorry for him, and she couldn't, she liked him as a friend and hopes for him to be saved from this place. Liz remember something she had to go somewhere "please Blank try to remember this I will come back I promise I just have to go to the graveyard a boy died people say he looks like you, he as read eyes and bandages on him as well." Liz went to the door and still had her hair down like always and opened the door and left the home. "No!" he said and watched her leave. A boy had died...and he looked like him? This was all confusing Blank, so he decided to go to the cemetery and look at the dead boy. He quietly began to follow Liz and kept some space between them as he followed her. Blank looked around and hated it outside...he just wanted to go home now. Liz felt sorry for the boy and was sad about it, and she felt weird about what is around her right now and didn't now what it is right now. Liz started to go home and felt like someone was watching her and when she got to her home into her room she wanted to go to sleep for a while so she did. Liz got on her bed and lay on her bed and closed her eyes and right to sleep for a while. Blank watched her leave to her house. He looked at the burial site for the boy and felt nothing, he just looked at the stone ANE then went back to his house. It was beginning to get dark so he just sat on his bed and looked out the window for a while. It then began to rain during the night, and he wondered when his love would visit him again. Liz woke up and left her home and went back to blanks house and felt like she was under his spell or something and when she got into his home she was back to normal, and she was still in her night clothes, and she thinks of something "How did I get back in Blanks house this is a weird day." Blank noticed that she was back, and he went down to greet her. Hello love...: He wrote and let it fall on the couch. He then went to the kitchen and sat at the table. He watched her and noticed that she must have just woken up because of what she was wearing. Liz looked at the note, and she was scared still, and she couldn't leave she knows he is watching her she went on the couch and lay on it and wanted to sleep and Liz fell right in a deep sleep this time. Liz is in danger now she might never wake up from this dream. Blank went over to her and decided to visit her in her dreams. He showed up in her dream and began to look for her. "Love..." he whispered and continued to look around for her. Blank didn't show himself until he would find her. Liz woke up in her dreams looking around, and she was in her own room on her bed and smiling she was dreaming like the other day, but she felt something weird about this dream, but she just sat on her bed looking at her door. Blank continued to search for her. He looked at the many houses and entered them all until he found her in her room. She looked so pretty just sitting there. "Hello..." he whispered and showed himself. Liz looked at the wall and then saw Blank and can't, and she was scared now "Blank how did you get in my dreams?" Blank chuckled. "I just watched you sleep and decided to get inside your dreams...." he said to her. "You look so sweet just sleeping and sitting here alone." he said to her. Liz was scared of him now and tired to wake up, but she can't "please let me go Blank I am not her she has been dead for fifty years I am not her please let me go what are you really going to do to me?" Liz looked at him, she just looked like his love. Blank placed a cold hand on her cheek and frowned. "You don't love me anymore love...do you?" he asked her and backed away from her. "Why don't you love me love? I have always loved you..." he said to her and looked at her with his red eyes. Liz can't move her body can't move her beck at the wall and her arms on the wall and Liz look at with his red eyes looking at her, and she can't look away from him her eyes turned to dark red eyes like his love. "I guess I'll leave....but don't come back to see me!" he said to her very hurt. "You don't love me anymore! So don't visit me!" he cried and vanished. Blank appeared in his room were he lay on his bed and placed the pillow over his face. Liz woke up and felt sorry for Blank she was being mean to him and didn't want to be, but she did like me him and when he had his hands on her cheek she blushed inside. "I am sorry Black I do like you, I wish I can take it back. I wish I could kiss you in my dreams and tell you I am sorry." Blank lay there and didn't move. He didn't know what to do, but he never wanted to see her again. He didn't know why his love was acting this way....but he didn't want to be with her if she didn't love him anymore. "I guess I'll just be alone...." he whispered. Liz had to do the right thing she might not see him, but she can feel him Liz went to his room and looked around and did like his room she did "please blank if you can hear I want to sleep in your bed, and please be in my dreams I want to tell you something please." Liz went on his bed and fell right to sleep. Blank looked at her and quickly moved away from the bed. He then watched her sleeping and left to the kitchen where he grabbed a glass. He wanted to break it but sighed and put it down. "Let's see what Love wants." he said and entered her dream. He looked around and found her and showed himself. "What do you want love?!" he spat at her. He was obviously still mad at her. When Liz was sitting on her bed again and saw him and knew he was mad at her and didn't want them to be like this at all so the all-time she was blushing. Liz got up and went closer to him and kissed him deeply she was in love with him. Blank was surprised by the kiss and pulled away. "Love...what was that for?! You said that you didn't love me...so why are you teasing me?" he asked her and shook his head. "Is this all you wanted to tell me? You just wanted to tease my broken heart?!" he said to her and backed away. Liz was blushing and grabbed his hand before he left "Blank don't you get I am in love with you not because I look like her, I am in love with you, I was wrong to hurt you when your hand was on my cheek I was blushing, and you were warm to me and Blank I do love you please don't go I want to be with you." Liz went on the ground and went on her knees and cried and said over and over again "I love you I love you I love you I love you." Blank looked down at her and looked around. "You really mean it now..." he said and smiled some at her. "Love, you came back to me now!" he said and smiled down at her. "I love you very much sweet love." he said to her and wiped away. Then he placed a hand on her cheek and wrapped an arm around her. "You really want to be with me love?" he asked her and kissed her lightly. Liz looked at him and took his hand and put it on her chest and wanting him to know she really means it "yes Blank I want to be with you, but I only can touch you in my dreams that is all I don't know how we can be together when I wake up I do you love you I wish you could be alive again." Blank looked at her and sighed. "I wish I was alive too...but I can't come back to life love... I die for you." he said to her. "Well love... I can always visit you in your dreams...or you can die." he said to her and smirked evil. His hand was still on her chest, and he could feel her heart beating fast. Liz looked at him with evil in his eyes "well no I will not die, but I like you in my dreams you hotter in my dreams anyway." Liz giggled about that and still had his hand on her chest "you can let go now Blank." Blank let go and looked at her. "Well... I guess I should go... I want to swing." he said as he stood up. Blank gave her one light kiss and vanished. He chuckled and headed out to the swing. Liz saw him leave, and she didn't want to leave his home so she slept in his room for the rest of the day and loved his room, and it was like home to her. Blank continued to swing then left to get some flowers for his love. "She always loved Marigolds...the orange ones..." he said to himself and went inside a closed floral shop. There, he grabbed some orange Marigolds and tied a black ribbon around the stems to hold the five of them together. He then went over and left them on the table for her to see when she woke up. Blank just went back to his swing holding the glass in his hand. Liz was sleeping for a while now and woke up and rubbed her eyes and saw the flowers with a black ribbon holding them together and blushed a lit and loved the flowers they are her favorite and Liz smelled them and smiled as well she was happy to be with him, but he is a ghost, and she is human, and she really loves him and doesn't want to lose him. Liz went down and went to look for him and want to thank him "Blank are you here I want to thank you as well but I don't know why the black Ribbon what does this mean?" Liz held the black ribbon in her hand and was looking for him and really didn't know why the black ribbon. Blank chuckled and stopped swinging. He went over to her and sat down on the couch and showed himself. "You're welcome love...." he said to her and yawned. "The black ribbon is for you... I like the color black..." he explained. Blank then vanished and went over to his room where he just stared out the window as it started to rain. Seeing it rain, made him happy. He then chuckled and watched the rain fall and hit his window. Liz knows it is raining outside and was sad as well and went up o his room again and looked at him "Blank why can't go in a dead body of a boy that looks like you and be him for a day and be here to hold what you should have when you were alive again?" Liz looked at him and put the black ribbon in her hair and she looks beautiful. He looked at her and frowned. "You want me to control a dead body?" he asked her confused. He had never actually done that before. "I never did that...so I really don't know how I can do that...." he said to her and frowned. He liked the Idea...but he was scared and didn't really know how to do that. "Blank you can touch me and kiss me with being in my dreams, and you can all you have to do is think how you want to be with me that is what I read from books about ghosts that is all you have to do is think about me alright." Liz looked at him and wanted him to be happy. Blank listened to her and frowned. He was going to miss being a ghost...he was going to miss haunting this house. He looked at her then looked away. "You'll have to Bunbury the body won't you?" he asked her and looked at the flowers he had given her. "Don't worry about it, I know where the grave it is I was there yesterday I will Bunbury him alright." Liz winks at him and left the home and took the flowers with her and was at the grave and found the shovel and started to dig. Liz hit something and saw the coffin and got out of it and couldn't see blank "Blank it is dig where are you?" Blank looked at her and said nothing. He was nervous and didn't know how it would turn out. He only placed a hand on her cheek, to show that he was there. Furthermore, he looked at the coffin and waited for her to open it if she could. :I want to be with my love.... I just hope this works out...: he thought to himself. Liz looked at the coffin and opened it up, and it was like body on my side of his face just the way he died, and she was in her heart hoping it won't work it is scary looking. Liz backed up a little bit and waited for a minute. Blank looked at the boy in the coffin. "He does look just like me..." he whispered and walked over to the boy. He hoped it didn't turn out bad. Blank sighed and slowly entered the dead boy's body. His eyes flickered open after a while, and he looked up at his love, Liz. He looked around and at his hands. He was scared to see that he was alive again. Liz looked at him, and she backed up and gave him a mirror and show him he as blood all over his body, and she was still holding the flowers and the black ribbon in her hair, and he looked like when his ghost but scary like a vampire. Blank backed away a little from the mirror in fear. He poked the mirror and looked at himself. He was still bloody from his stab wounds, and his eyes were still red. "What happened?!" he asked her with fear in his eyes. Liz backed up and didn't know what happen, and she feared it happen, but she was happy that he is alive, but she backed up and then she tripped on a rock and went backwards and falling to the ground. Blank went over and helped her up. "This is not good... I look scarier than I used to!" he said to her and looked into the mirror. Blank couldn't believe that something wrong had happened. Liz looked at him and got up and didn’t care how scary he is now she still loved him. Liz got up and went to him and put her hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply, and finally she can kiss him in real life not dream life. Liz kissed him deeply and put her hands on his chest, and she blushed the hole time, and she loved him. “Blank I love you I don’t care what you look like now I can kiss you and hold you now.” Liz hugged him not tight, but she did hug him and didn’t let go from him. "I can't haunt my house anymore...."he said and hugged her back but said nothing. "I.... I guess we should go back home..." he said to her and pulled away. Blank sighed and began to walk back to his house. Liz felt something different about him and ran to him and grabbed his hand and smiled she was happy he should be as well. "Come on you are alive again you should be happy this time Blank and this time you will die old with being with the one you love me." Liz looked at him and started to look like his old love again. Blank looked at her and smiled sadly and kissed her. "I love you love..." he said to her and pulled away. "It's just... I feel odd being alive..." he said to her and sighed. "I know you're happy, I can tell...but I can't be happy because I'm not used to being alive..." he explained to her. Liz was holding the flowers, and they become dead, and she cried and dropped the flowers on the ground, and she goes back and runs to her own home and cries and said to him "leave me alone don't come near me again." Liz runs home and goes to her room and cries the hole night. Blank watched her leave and became confused. "What the?!" he said and began to follow her. He didn't know why she had run from him. He thought that she was happy with him...but now it looked as if she hated him again. "Love!" he called after her and ran after her. Liz saw him after her "stay away from me, I don't want you near me anymore if you want to be died than do it you loved being a ghost than go kill yourself and go be happy again and leave me alone." Liz shut her door and locked it and went to her room and went to sleep and cried the whole night. Blank frowned and sighed. "Love... I... I thought you loved me..." he said and felt his voice crack. He then turned and left to his house. When he got home, he smashed a glass on the door and went over to his room. "I need to get my love back...but how?" he asked himself and began to think of a way to get her back to him. Liz had a bad night sleep, but she did have a life to get back. Liz got her stuff together for going to school like always and left her home and was late for school and saw his home and looked away from it and went to school. Liz stayed after school for doing more work it was around 6 it was dark out, and she walked home and loved the night sky. Blank was waiting for her near a tree. When he saw her, he grabbed her and took her to his house. "Love...why are you mad at me?" he asked her as he sat down with her on his bed. "What did I do wrong?" he asked her as he frowned, he voices cracking. Liz couldn't look at him "I have to go Blank just leave me alone please." Liz got up and walked away from him. He grabbed her arm. "No...love why are you mad at me...what did I do wrong?" he asked sadly. "Love...please don't leave... I have been waiting for you, and now I have found you." he said to her and frowned. "Why do you want to leave me now? You say you love me, but you want to leave me?" he asked her. "Please blank just leave me you will find someone better than me and what are you really going to do to me keep me here you might be alive, but there are something's you can't control anymore." Blank frowned and wanted to cry. "Love....y-you don't want to be with me anymore?" he asked her and shook his head. "But... I did this to be with you! I came to life just so that I could be with you....!" he cried. Blank gently strokes her cheek with his hand and looked at her with his red eyes. Liz looked at him and couldn’t move her body this time she looked in his red eyes, and she can’t move. She was like under his spell or something. Liz felt his hand on her cheek and can’t move and didn’t know what to do, but she can’t move her body her and her eyes looking at his eyes her green eyes looking at his red eyes. Blank looked at her and began to kiss her deeply. He loved her but didn't know why she hated him. "Love...please don't leave me... I ... I don't know what I would do If I ever lost you again." he said to her and kissed her again. Blank continued to kiss her and his hand continued to stroke her cheek gently. Liz could move her body it was like frozen in time or something she can't understand the only reason she wants to be away from for him to be happier while he is ghost haunts his home and forget about her so they can have normal lives again. "Please Blank don't do this please I just want you to be happy the way you were before I do love you, but I want us to be away from each other I do love you." Blank shook his head. "No....if you do love me, then stay with me and be my love." he said. "I know I said it felt weird to be alive...but that doesn't mean that I don't like it." he added. "I like being alive, because I can always be with you and hold you and kiss you." he said and frowned. Liz looked at him and blushed about it and felt like she could die she wanted to be with him forever and felt so happy. Liz touched his face and his face half bloody and his eyes red like evil. "I will stay with you Blank I love you so much." Blank smirked and placed his cold hand on her cheek. "I love you so much too my love..." he said to her. Blank was happy to have gotten his love back and was going to make sure that he always kept her close to him and happy. Liz looked at him and blushed a lot and put her head on his chest and hugged him tight and felt safe with him and closed her eyes "I love you blank please don't kill anyone you must promise me you won't hurt anyone promise me always." Liz closed her eyes and felt safe with him, and she smiled as well. "I promise not to kill anyone unless they hurt you." he said to her and played with here hair. He was still bloody, and wondered how Liz wasn't scared by that. "If I kill someone... I know that I'll get in trouble anyway." he added. Liz looked at him "Blank why do you care for me and can we both lay on your bed together for a while please my love?" Liz looked at him with her red green eyes looking at him. "I care about you love...because you are my love...and because I love you..." he said and took her hand in his cold hand. They went over to his bed and lay down together. Liz looked at him and then she put her head on his chest and smiled and felt safe "I love you Blank." Liz took her her shirt and pants and was wearing her underwear and bra and looking at him. Blank looked at her in surprise. "Love....what are you doing?" he asked confused. "Do you actually want to do that?" he asked her and noticed that she was very beautiful. Liz looked at him and felt safe with him "I just want to sleep with you as in like rest for a while please my love." Blank nodded. "Okay then..." he said to her and looked at her gently. He ran a hand through her hair and smiled as he watched her rest beside him. "Sleep well love...." he whispered. Liz was sleeping the whole time and felt happy being with him. Liz had a dream of something she never dreamed before. Liz saw the death of her she cut herself over and over again until she died. Liz saw the death of Blank he hangs himself and felt bad about the dream. Liz saw one more and saw Blank killing people and looking evil and Liz saw him killing them just to have her and Liz woke up she was scared of it. Blank quickly looked at her and was confused. "Love...what happened?" he asked her and ran a hand through her soft hair. Liz looked at him, she was crying and put her head on his chest and cried "I now know how you died and how I killed myself the first time and I saw you killing." "Love...please don't cry...." he said to her and held her close to him. "I'm sorry you had to see that...but now you know the truth..." he said to her. "Don't cry now love...." he whispered and cradled her in his arms against his chest. Liz looked at him, and she was crying still she did love him and didn't want him to kill anyone ever again. Liz looked at him and smiled and kissed him deeply and didn't want to stop kissing him ever. Blank wiped away her tears and kissed her back each time. "Love you..." he whispered and kissed her some more. He didn't like seeing his love cry, and wanted to see her smile again. Liz looked at him and smiled and loved him so much and was so close to him and really didn't want to lose him ever she really loved him so much. Liz just closed her eyes and she stops crying and then she feels right to sleep and dreaming of her wearing a black dress, and she looks at herself in the mirror, and she looks beautiful, and she smiles at herself, and she is in a ballroom and dancing. Blank noticed that she had fallen to sleep. He carefully lay her down in the bed, and he lay down beside her. "Should I go inside your dream my love? Or should I just let you rest?" he asked himself and watched her sleep. Liz was having a good dream and loving every minute of it but Liz wish that her love would be here dancing with her and loving her as well. Liz looked around and walked out of them room and then saw a person hanging and looked at her, and it was his love and saw him crying and with blood in his hands and was trying to kill himself and Liz was scared and she cried. Liz left the room and sat down on the floor in another room and really thought about her and Blank. Blank watched her sleep and soon entered her dream. He looked around for his love. He couldn't find her anywhere. He walked into a ballroom and looked around but saw nothing. He then ran off and heard someone crying. He quickly followed the noise and found his love sitting on the floor and crying. He quickly went to her side and looked at her. "Love, what's wrong?" he asked her. Liz was crying still and thought this place was bad and scary and then saw her love and was not the dream on and then she ran to him and hugged him so tight. "I saw something bad it was when your love died and saw blood on your hands right after she was killed, and I was scared, and I didn't like it and I want to be with you right please Blank." Liz looks at him and cries and loves him so much. Blank kissed her and then pulled away as he wiped away her tears. "Love...the, there...." he said to her and held her lovingly. "I'm right here, and nothing bad will happen....." he said to her and hated seeing her cry. "Please don't cry...." he said quietly. Liz looked at him and blushed and then smiled at him, and she was happy to be with him even more even in her dreams she was so happy to be with him. Liz went to him and hugged him so tight in her dreams "Blank I love you I really want to be with you, I want hurt myself like your old love did before I won't let that happen this time I promise I will promise you that." Blank looked at her and kissed her forehead but said nothing. He was happy to see her smile again. "I'm happy to see you happy again love..." he whispered. "What would you like to do now?" he asked her. Liz looked at him and smiled and kissed him on the cheek and hold him so tight and didn't want to let go of him, and she hold him so tight and looked in his eyes and kissed him on the lips deeply. Blank looked at her and was surprised by the kiss, but soon found himself kissing her back passionately. He loved her very much and wanted to be with her always. He ran one hand down her back and under her shirt gently. Liz looked at him and smiled and blushed as well she loved him with all her heart and soul, and they were together forever. But in the graveyard in the real world a grave of a man who hated blank that he had his love. The man came out of the grave and was like scary dead and looked around and was man in rage and said this. "My love you shall be mine and blank you will die again!" Blank continued kissing her but pulled away once he heard the voice. He looked at the dead man and didn't know who he was. Was this a dream? "Love...wake up.... I'll wait for you outside..." he said to her. Liz looked at him and knew it was a dream and then she woke up and looked around and got up and then went to the window and was scared she didn't know who he was but really scared her. "Blank you know that guy?" Blank shook his head. "No I don't...." he answered. "It's okay love... I won't let him harm you in any way." he said and kissed her deeply. Liz looked at him and hugged him tight and then saw him moving to the house and hold him so tight she cries of being scared. "Blank he is coming here in the house what is he." Blank looked at her then at the figure approaching them. "I don't know love... I really don't know who this person is." he said and glared at the man. "Who are you and what do you want?" he asked. The man looked at him and did an evil laugh "I am someone you know from when were alive, but I am ready to kill you and take your girlfriend and be mine forever!" Liz hides behind him and was scared of him and really was scary as well. Blank frowned and shook his head. "Okay whatever...I don't know who you are and couldn't care less...but you are NOT killing me or taking my love away from me!" he yelled at the man. He looked over at Liz and knew that he would do all it took to protect her. The man laughed evil and looked at him evil and really didn't care and was walking to the door and looked back "My name is John and I will get her, and she will be mine forever got it." John was gone and knew he will get her. John throw a note behind her and knew he was after her and wanted her as well. Liz looked at him and felt about him was dark and evil and then he was gone and then saw a note for her and red it, and she dropped it and saw a red rose for her and knew he loved her more. "He is scarring me he thinks I am your girlfriend from the past do you remember A john when you were alive?" Blank just looked at John and then looked around once he was gone. Blank looked over at the rose and the note before looking at Liz. "No... I don't remember much about my past...only that my past love...well was dead. Wait...! I killed my past love because she didn't want to be with me anymore and left to another guy.... I would guess that the guy was John....." he said angrily. Liz looked at him and was scared of him John scared her a lot "so you think he is after me Because I am her your love in the past?" Blank shrugged. "Probably." he said to her. Liz was scared even more and thought this might be the end of her and her being with blank as well, and she really loved him not john why her. Liz went on her knees, and she is crying, and she is scared of john. Blank kneeled in front of her and pulled her into his arms. "Love, do not be afraid, I'll protect you... I promise." he said and held her close to him. Liz looked at him and cried as well, and she holds him tight and cried more and more she hated him and was scared of him as well and thought he will come for her and take her away from her true love Blank. "What are we going to do?" "You, are going to relax and live a normal life with me... I'm going to stay up and protect you from him... I'll kill him If I have to." he said to her. Liz looked at him and then she hugged him tight and really wanted to be with him forever "can we lay together for a while you are so warm when I lay with you or hug you. You are so nice to me and I love you so much Blank please." Liz looked at him and kissed him deeply. Blank nodded and kissed her back. They could do more than just lay down...but he decided not to suggest such things. "I love you..." he whispered into her ear and walked with her to his room where he lay down beside her and held her in his arms and kissed her neck softly. Liz looked at him and smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek and really loved him so much and never thought nothing would ruin their love. In the graveyard some men left the graves and going to the house where blank lives and this might not be good. Blank, not knowing what was going on, continued to kiss Liz deeply. Liz kissed him deeply and loved him so much and someone was knocking on the door really hard and loud and Liz looked at him and thought something bad was going to happen to them. Blank pulled away and told her to stay there. He then left and opened the door. Liz stayed where she was, Liz went on the bed and fell right to sleep as well and didn't wake up for some reason and was sleeping as well. When he saw who it was, he frowned. "What do you want?" he asked them. The man looked at him and laughed "you don't know who I am I guess you are stupid when were both alive. I am Clear and I want the girl who you have in your room your lost love she is mine now give her to me now Blank." Clear was in love with Liz as well Clear died when she died fifty years ago and stayed in his grave for years but than Liz went to the house and said she was her and knew she was back and Clear want her back. Clear looked at him said "Give her to me, she died cause of you so die again she is mine!" "Clear...you don't sound familiar...." he said and thought for a moment then shrugged. "Sorry... Liz is mine. I died for her and I would die again for her because I love her...now leave us alone...find yourself someone else!" he said and closed the door in clear's face. He then went back to Liz and smiled. Clear looked at him and was so mad at him, he was in the house, and he was dead after all, and he had a picture of three of them together and was behind him and saw Liz sleeping. "Take a look of this picture if it doesn't remember you, but I know the truth Blank." Liz was sleeping and was having a nice dream until something she saw in her dreams she saw three people having a nice time, and it was Black and a guy and didn't know what it was until they fought, and they fought in front of her, and she went crying. Liz went after her and knew the room it was her room in her home and then she saw the girl hanging, and she knew it was her many years ago and then Liz woke up and saw the man in her dream and knew something it was bad. Blank looked at the photo but couldn't remember anything. "I'm sorry clear...but I can't remember anything." he said and handed the picture back. "Tell me then...what's the truth?" he asked him. Clear was more mad than ever "you are stupid like always we....." Liz looked at them and knew it "you both killed me didn't you. You both fought of the love for me, but you Clear tried to kill blank, but blank knocked you out and went to look for her, but it was too late she killed herself she killed herself just because she didn't want her friends to fight over her, but I am starting to think she liked you both as friends not as lovers." Liz looked at Blank and Clear, but she doesn't like clear She was in love with Blank and would do anything to be with him. Clear was mad and sad as well "how would you know of that like how." Clear didn't know how she knew that even though she and her were the same. Liz looked at them and said "I don't know it is like she wants me to tell you both she doesn't want you both she is in heaven now and all she wants is for you both to be happy and live in peace." Blank looked at clear then at Liz and held her close. "So she's okay....." he said and held her tightly in her arms. "I want to see her...." he said quietly. Liz looked at him and cried a little bit and looked away and then looked at the sky and knew she was happy where she is and Liz cried for her. Liz knew they want her back and knew it to be true. Liz didn't look at them just looked at the night sky and just was lost in her thought she was in her mind. But than something was protecting a dark mist came and protecting her from them. Blank looked at clear then at Liz. "Love...are you okay?" he asked her. Liz looked at him her eyes black eyes and the dark mist taking over her "you don't want me you want her back than fine if you don't want me than I will do what she did 50 years kill myself." Liz was gone, and her mind was gone for good. Liz will do the same thing what she did 50 years ago. Blank bit back a curse and looked at clear. "Great...now we have to go find her!" he said and tried to think where she would go. Clear looked at him and sigh "well think Blank where would she go and if she said is truer than that means she is going to the place where she killed herself 50 years ago remember that room." Clear looked at him, and he knew it was blank and his fault they both want her back from the dead, but they knew if they want one the other must die and Clear wants Liz to be safe but have her in heaven to be at peace and knew that Blank doesn't care for Liz life. "I think it is your fault. You want Liz past self back don't you?" "I remember the room...and sure, everything is my fault....whatever! Yes... I miss the past Liz... I miss my first love." he said and sighed sadly. Clear looked at him and sigh and said what he knew of this "if Liz past self comes back from the dead that means Liz of this time must die or tell me Blank who do you pick to save Liz of the past or Liz of this time?" Clear wanted to know. This was a real dilemma, and he didn't know how to answer. "I wish I could save them both...." he said and sighed sadly. "Come on clear....you need to help me find Liz!" he said. Clear looked at him and nodded and said "alright let's go and if I might be right Liz would do the same thing she did 50 years ago and how you found her as well." Clear looked at him and said "you would you save Blank?" Clear ran with him trying to save Liz and I know Liz past self want her to stay on earth he knew she was in love with someone in heaven now. "You want to know who I would save Clear? Well let me tell you. I'd save both of them if I could!" he said as he ran off with clear to the place they believed Liz would be at. "Now, why would Liz do this if she knows I love her?" he asked himself rather than Clear. In black mind asking him why would Liz do this and how she knew it. A boy came to him in his mind and pointed at him and was him before he killed himself 50 years. "It is your fault that is making them both do this Liz is going to die just because you want to see her again, but Kin is happy that you are happy with Liz but if Liz dies you will do the something over again so you have to pick your happiest or Kin if you pick the happiest Liz will be saved, but you pick Kin you will lose one, and you will kill yourself and be in the house forever and never seeing her again." Liz was in the room waiting for the right time to do it and knew he live was in danger as well. Liz looked at the window and cried and wanted Blank to save her, but she knew he loved Kin not her Liz had a gun with her and was going to kill herself soon. Blank sighed and continued running. "Whatever...we just have to stop her!" he said and continued running. They soon reached the room and saw what she was doing. "LOVE!" he called to her and ran over to where she stood. Liz was ready to kill herself until she heard his voice and then she looked at him and didn't say anything. Liz looked at him and said "prove to me, you want me still, and I will stay." It was not Liz it was something that Blank must do on his own pick Liz or Kin. "PT THAT GUN DOWN!" he yelled as he tried to take it from her. Liz looked at him and drop the gun and then fell over and was knocked out and then a ghost came out of her body, and it was Kin and smiled at him. "I see you have picked to save her I'm so happy Blank that you picked her please forget about me, I am happy without you. You are a sweet guy but what happen to me was so long ago you must be with her Liz needs you. You need her to be with her and protect her you are the only one can." Kin looked at him and then a white was in front of her and then she said "I must go please take care of her." Kin went to him and gave him his ring back she held it for 50 years and will be fine. Kin walked to the light and then she was gone forever. "Kin!" he cried, but she was gone. He was now crying as he held the ring tightly in his hand. He looked down at Liz and shook her. "Liz?" he said as he wiped away his tears. Liz heard everything and was awake and looked at him "you miss her don't you?" Liz got up and looked at him and said "than why you need me around I know you loved her and if you want to go to heaven and be with her do it you hurt me and care for only her not me." Liz head was down, and she was crying she couldn't stop crying at all. "Liz that's true... I do love Kin...she was my fist love. She was my past though, and you are my present and possibly my future." he said and wiped away her tears. "Please stop crying." he said to her and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Liz looked at him and was still crying a bit but knew he cared for her and really hugged him back tight. Liz looked at him and tried to smile to him but couldn't, but she did a little bit, and she kissed him on the cheek and smiled to him and look at his hand a ring. "Blank what is that ring?" "Oh, I gave this to Kin...but now I want you to have it..." he said as he slid it onto her wedding finger. Liz looked at him and blushed a bit and then the ring was on her finger she smiled and then saw clear attacked him she was shocked what he did. Clear was not happy he jumps onto black, and they fought "don't you do that again blank it is not a good idea!" Blank looked over at Clear and was confused. "What are you talking about Clear?" he asked him.

ghostxHuman horror story|rating:2.0

The woeful tale of a fairy caught in a den of rats!

Here Spoiler Hide That's where I'm entering your nation. The sun had scarcely set, but still the sky was far too bright, filled with countless shimmering lights like stars that flickered tither and thither as if of their own wills, but as a whole the blanket of stars swept closer and closer, crossing over the mountains and into the territory of the rats with the ease of a cloud gliding across the sky. Seven of the little lights flew lower, circling casually through the mountain peaks as they chatted in excited voices, remarking at anything of interest as they pass from mountain fungi to little droplets of rain trapped in crooked cracks.Spoiler Hide Yay, my people made it! I've got plenty of movement left here, so I'll fly about your hexes until I find you anyway, but I figured I'd let you introduce your own nation rather than troubling Be for it. The party enter the boundaries of Ska-Pkt-Skit, the Ska's most northern mining town on the Slavery Mountains, or whatever the fey and their ilk used for describing the sight of the sacred Horned Rat. Below deep chasms have been gauged into the mountain, great caves opening to reveal ropes pulleys and scaffolding depending deep into the spine of the land. A centurion of Ska soldiers armed with little more than their own fur and rickety spears stand watch over the miners handworkers clearly there to keep the Ska in line as opposed to defend them from any outside threats.---Are the Fey attempting to make their presence known or lie low? Spoiler Hide Slowly they fey descended, there were hundreds of them, no, thousands, no, tens of thousands, like raindrops falling from the sky, shining prismatic raindrops, and amidst all the little winged folk a man garbed in heavy furs and a stag-skull mask descended with the ease of a bird, landing nimbly on the cliff face. Were it not for his uncanny grace, one might even take him as human. With endless vigor, and an almost crazed glee he approached, introducing himself as he pleased. I am Jack Faylinnwarren, lord of all the trees and the skies, of song and vine, and the frozen wind too. Do you speak for your people? If not take me there now. The man spoke with command, and in a voice oh so grand, one would hardly think this encounter hadn't been planned. Like rats in a hurricane the Ska disappear into their holes, Skree's Ska'sandSkreeawk'still the air like evil and angry whispers as they echo through the galleries and tunnels of a small yet crowded mountain village. Before you lies endless abandoned tunnels, not a Ska in sight other than the few still scampering towards their hiding places. Now, before lies the endless abandoned tunnels of... oh wait... There are still a few stragglers seeking refuge. Are we done?Yes, yes we are done, they have all... oh wait. A lone rat stands before you. Most of its body is badly mummified in the semblance of bandages, what skin shows is barely covered in fur and is instead cover in evil looking whelks and boils. The rat speaks in a voice that is not its own. Skree Ska Chu Snitch Task Casually Jack glances about at the tracks, following them with his eyes as he approaches the dying rat. Something in his mind reminded him it was always all the more fun when they ran... Laughing cynically he asks the bandaged rat"You lie here dying, abandoned by your brethren and speak only in tongues. Are you pleading that I do now end your miserable existence?" Spoiler Hide Track/survival (1d20+14)[20] to examine the tracks. By the by, I'm going with the common tongue. Yours- Do not belongs- hear hear! The rat coughs up something horrid and green into its claws, it briefly admires it before rubbing it into its matter fur. Nurglich of Clan clans- Pestilent demands you leave -Leave. Mustering up what humor he can from it, Jack laughs a short harsh laugh." Treats are all good and fine, but they're not the way to peace and quiet. Our people span far and wide, we can hunt to our hearts contend and paint the lands red, or black, or green, or the color of any other blood we see fit to shed, but you live well outside our killing fields, and we don't need a war at the foot of our holy land, unless you're inviting one that is. Now, do you speak for your people, or is my breath wasted on a dead husk of a rat?" I am a -SK- Envoy -SK- of the great Norwich! Of Ska Clan PES-sk-estilens. We are the priests -SK- of the -Alaska. He pulls back a portion of his manages to reveal rather large bloated and angry looking cyst. I -SK- will inform the clan you have come here. They may respond -SK- now leave. Jack shrugs and calls back all the fairies to a hill at the edge of the mining town at which they commence to sing and dance electing a stone throne upon which for Jack to sit and listen as he waits. A day passes before anything significant happens, if you are alert you will notice the centurion of Ska soldiers have ceased to focus on the miners and are instead focussed on your presence. That evening a crying can be detected, then another few moments later but nothing comes of it until the following morning. A few hours after dawn a procession can be seen arriving from the south-west. Four centurions of soldiers, unlike the rag tag of Ska defending the mining town half of these soldiers look much more capable and well armed. At the head of the procession a very ragged group of equally decaying and diseased rats, a small and well dressed Ska at its center. Spoiler Hide As the procession draws closer a number of different sources of crying become evident, three then four. Spoiler Hide I feel I should point out the little man has Arcane sight and a number of the NPC's have Pierce Magical Concealment. So, any illusions or invisible things should probably be pointed out! :o Spoiler Hide Alas I don't have any invisible folk hidden by spells or spell-like abilities, however there are many illusions and spells all about the fey forces, if truth be told, these fey seem quite fond of illusions with many of the littler ones having slightly altered their appearance, anything from straightening, cooking, or rounding a nose, to entirely changing the color of their glow. There are plenty of weak divination and moderate illusion auras abound. Most notably however is a strong magical aura about the one who had identified himself as "Jack", however focusing on him reveals that while he can cast spells, the strongest he can cast is of level 1. Assuming you can easily pass the check to identify schools... Spoiler Hide Illusionary;divination, and a Moderate illusion just about everywhere else. There are no hidden forces under the spell or spell like ability "invisibility", though I don't think Pierce Magical Concealment would reveal them anyway. It specifies removing the miss chance, but that suggests you already know to attack them. Not really sure. I'll be using detect magic and detect thoughts if anything interesting comes along, and I'll know the intelligence scores of the members of your group by the time we're close enough to talk. Amidst the calmer of song and dance, the little-people drink nectar, nibble on pollen, and compete through counting the motes of dust that have collected between their toes. At the center of it all Jack sits on a throne of stone, fondly watching them at their games. As the envoy arrives the fairies make way, but a good half of them seem content to ignore the procession. Jack's gaze slides to the rat-folk with a sly gleam in eye, and perhaps even a mote of mischief." Do you then speak for your people?" Edit:Spoiler Hide Oh how tempting it was to roll up hide checks for the lot of them and leave an empty illusion of an army standing at the ready... Spoiler Hide The little one has int 18. I am Grand Norwich, leader of Clan Pestilent and envoy to the Ska nation for the purpose of our first contact. The banners of they Ska bristle with magic, each glowing like beacon. The little man also lights up like a Christmas tree. Tell me, Jack, why do you invade our sacred land, and why do you seek our company? Spoiler Hide So he's overpowering, and the banners are moderate? The Fey lord spoke without rising, his eyes met those of the rat and a true lust for bloodshed could be felt in that gaze." Yes, and I'm Jack, Lord of all fey. Now as it happens you're nearby to our sacred site, certainly if we put our heads together we could easily find cause to war, to bask in the rivers of each other's flowing bloods and to cry our joys to the night as we hunt each other to the ground without a shred of mercy. Still, there is other prey, and I've well heard that your have a shred of civility, or barring that they've grown strong enough to make a good fight out of it. We could go back and forth, and on again if we're lucky, but I've waited long, and I've waited patiently and my patience has been rewarded with a bountiful hunt. The forests are alive with cries of the vermin and the whole of the world is once a more lush hunting ground. Surely I could hunt as easily as here, so I've come to hear your thoughts." Casually Jack began tapping his hand on the armrest of his half-illusory throne, his claws clicking against each other as they fell like coins clinking against each other." You seem an energetic little thing, wrapped in magics, surely you enjoy a good battle don't you now? Should we then hunt each other until the moon glows red, or should we instead form bonds of peace to stave off such bloodshed for a time?" Eagerly Jack sat in his chair liking half ready to pounce for the throat without a moment's notice, his hands clenched upon the air as if grasping some invisible force with which to strike for the kill all the quicker still. VERMIN-Sssssssk!? The little rat shrieks with irritation, clearly it was not the best to use such, mannerisms of insulin the presence of Slavery. He stops, muttering to himself and searching his person for something, before deciding against it. We have no interest in you or your people, we have spent the last millennia butchering our ways through the Dwarves under and above the mountain, growing our Empire to the size it is now. You wish to broker a truce to not suffer the attentions of the Vermin tide? Perhaps, we know little of your lands, it is not of interest to us, but that could change if we do not come to some agreement about your -people- using our land for your tourism. Slowly and with some mild irritation Jack eases back into his throne. Still, it was beginning to trouble him how offended the rat-folk had been at their having announced their prescience rather than having attacked by surprise or even attempted to sneak further into their lands. If we were here as tourists, invaders, or trespassers, then we mightn't have stopped at a small mining town like this now, would we? Certainly if they desired privacy they'd have used signal fires guards or patrols to catch others as they approached, and if they had a killing field of their own Jack would welcome the challenge. Peace though... Quickly Jack's mind turned, and it spun, shifting at once to the war of these. The dwarves that they fraught were bound to be near, certainly they could use with some fear. If nothing else they might still play distraction for a time......and what terms of nonaggression might we set? You say you'd prefer we not intrude to your lands anymore, but then should any contact be in blood forevermore? Should we instead make a region for meetings and talks, a place where both our people go and can flock? Shall we set a time then that it must be renewed, or wait and wait until someone gets betrayed by the shrewd? Dimly Jack's mind registered all the fleeting concerns, sorting them out each in their turn. The rat scratches himself, and sniffs the actor from underhis claws before scraping it from under them with his sharp teeth. The Ska... are a private people, ... His tail wriggles out from under his robes, unlike thosearmoured 6ft tall monsters of rats beside him his tails green-yellow and lean. We would allow, restricted, movement through our land, provided that strict rules were followed, and we would... appreciate... it if less numerous soldiers were brought. He pulls out a small paint brush and a ream of cloth. Quickly he makes a vague sketch of the Ska mountain indicating where is best for them to meeting future with a triangle. Perhaps there are further agreements we could come to... Clearly the priest is struggling, he is clearly rather xenophobic but understands that one does not always have to like somebody for them to be a useful ally. We do not at this time, wish to expand our territory outside the mountain, provided you have no qualms with keeping your villages outside our Holy land, I see no reason for the Horned Rat to want your flesh. However, we are in the process of ... breeding... some new soldiers, it would be interesting to see how our rank and file fair against each other... as a ... learning experience. He passes the map to the smallest slave rat he can see, and urges the rat to deliver the map to Jack. Clearly the slave rat is terrified of something. You have gained MAP with a 3 sided cross on 33,53 it also has 1 dot at 33,54 (this village), 4 dots at 33,52, 5 dots at 32,52 and 6 dots at 32,53. Perhaps you would care to return news of our meeting to your Council, and come back for another discussion. You could even bring some fresh slaves for us to share as a feast! "Council? HA-HA-HA! Ah-Ha-HA! Nothing of the sort, I am the ruler of my people, why should I need to consult any to say what's to be done with my kingdom? No, no, we can make done with the details now so I can return to the slaughter. As for my soldiers I had presumed you might have such concerns so here I have but the scarce minimum to ensure mine own safety. Certainly you would understand, even when a lord is tracking his game, brigands might think to have at him too..." Turning to one of the little fairies he adds"...and remind me to start with those halflings we passed." Turning back to the rat-folk he continued. "... breeding you did say? Well then perhaps fun we shall have, but for the was of simply having one man for one man. Why not then battle hand unto hand up on and over out in the land. Both our people are of private folk, and each a bees nest one dare not poke, perhaps then to wait for your brood lings to hatch, we should instead wait for an opportunity, perchance. Should your nation or mine come under rude assault we could simply send forces to whomever at fault. Yours unto mine and mine unto yours we could send perhaps several hundred strong souls. Nay, in numbers we can not readily count, but in stoutness of character and strength in a bout. How's twice that of some soldiers, most readily equipped?"Spoiler Hide So, I think we've agreed to respect each other's territories, both real and imagined (meaning I guess I'm not advancing into the mountains), agreed to mutual peace with the offer of future bloodshed, right? Now I guess I'm offering a mutual defense pact. Might as well have an ally or two, and even if I were to take a dwarves settlement I could move. Now I'm typing this out mostly because IC it's hard to give clear terms, but the cap for soldiers is 2000RP, so twice the strength and stoutness of soldiers most readily equipped would be 4000RP of troops rend if the other is attacked (or you know, some amount that rounds up or down to it since troop costs never work out that nicely), and since naturally we two might never be at fault for such an attack, it would mean sending them to attack whoever attacked us. If it's somewhere where we can fight together then chances are good we're being able to fight with each other, just not necessarily on opposing sides, but even giving them a war on two sides would still be a crippling blow. *shrugs* Gives us a reason not to kill each other. Edit:"Ah yes and a warning though scarcely with need, here are the lands most dangerous to tread. My soldiers to comb them and kill all who pass."(You've probably seen the map of the killing fields enough to be sick of it already anyway, but now you officially have it.) I am afraid I cannot, at the moment, agree to such an Alliance... Whilst the number you suggest is, trivial, I am but one of Sure-Sk-Skit. He gestures to the sky, to where he is able to detect the multiples crying portals. My, ... competitors... are currently watching our discussion there will be a Council held, and we will attempt to come to an agreement as to how to proceed with the relationship between our two nations. He gestures to the small party of warriors he Yarbrough with him. These make up roughly half what you would ask for, I can and would promise these men, whom are from my own Clan, to your defense should you need it. And in the near future perhaps I could easily bring ten-fold but for the immediate future we Ska must concentrate on fortifying and massing our forces above ground after our long and bloody war with the dwarves. He taps a grubby claw upon the map he has recievedfrom your aid. I am most certain the Council would be more than happy with any more exchanges of information we could arrange. Perhaps a monthly update on our maps? And I am not sure how highly you prize gold amongst your people, but our mountains are full of it, and we believe it to be almost worthless... He smiles a toothy wide smile, remembering how they had spent the last hundreds of years leaving cache's of gold to trick the greedy dwarves into traps and ambushes deep within the mountains. Spoiler Hide Basically he's saying he's not willing to agree to such a pact with someone they barely know, especially whilst he feels they are not in a good position to get dragged into a war for people they barely know. However, he personally would lend aid if there was an immediate threat, but the Ska as a whole would be much more comfortable simply trading or sharing information until they are more militarily stable. "A grand notion in deed for gifts to be hard to seal this alliance with no one left sad. ...and half then it is and shall it be told, through street ways and tunnels to young and to old. Alas, for gold we care not for the shines are nice, but with a glance and a kiss they are made and serve only as spice." Dimly Jack waves and the fey do comply, showering gold down below from up in the sky, but gold it is not but illusory rocks." Still we will grant you a gift now in kind, that ever your people will keep us in mind." ...and with that did the fairies bring gifts of all kinds, from bags of fresh moss spores to sweet nectar wines. With thought and with care the gifts were left there, and so did jack rise, strolling one more to the skies." Spoiler Hide +1 pile of millions worth of rocks enchanted with permanent image to be as gold, and +500RP in goods I guess if you'd like to give something in kind I wouldn't mind, else I can't think of too much more to add. Norwich tales a look at the gifts, the food and wine could probably be fed to slave... perhaps it would make them tastier, some of the other material goods might be useful. He hadn't thought to bring a gift, perhaps a foolish mistaken his own part. Thank you, ... Jack... for your gifts, I look forward to perhaps becoming... competitors. I do hope you have no need for our assistance in the future, but I would welcome further trade. Spoiler Hide Very confused as to what you mean by "+1 pile of millions worth of rocks", but thank you very much for the RP! :P (I was tempted to have my Cohort pull out a big rock of Warp stone and say it was worth 500RP also, but A felt wrong and B Slavery wouldn't give away Warp stone. Though I shall probably have something brought if the Ska is ever visiting your nation. :P Also, I is thinking in Ska and translating into Common and I imagine Ska doesn't have a word for friend or ally... so I'm using Competitor... :o Jack grins savagely and flies forth with his army. Spoiler Hide A couple of castings of permanent image on a pile of rocks, it's a mountain of "gold", worthless pebbles that look like gold can come in handy though. Unfortunately, while it's permanent, it effects a fixed area so... Anywho no worries. I was generous with my champions and gave them lots of gold to spend, but one of them decided they'd rather make their money them self, so I figured I'd bring it along as a gift (told Be when my emissaries left), and since fairies really have no need for gold itself (as they demonstrated by making a pile of "gold"), so I figured it'd be in the form of odd natural nicknames that they see, like, and pick up as they go. I'd also considered making it rain illusory gold and gemstones, but if they're really rocks it's a pretty mean thing to do. Edit: we leave in the same direction we came from. Ah, and thank you for the RP too. Spoiler Hide He-he, I can imagine anyone silly enough to start a war with your empire, ending up fighting 4000RP of everyone else's troops, oh dear! :) I would have offered to do Trade (the action) but I don't really have the actions to spare at the moment! ’D :P my champions have gone AWOL, one is on holiday and Pill is unaccounted for ... :O Oh well... just have to RP a fractured mess of a council all by myself! ’D Spoiler Hide Lola. Nah, I hadn't really been planning on a mutual defense pact, but I think I might make a coalition down the line. Us, some sea-faring folk, and someone who rants planes/hills/deserts. I'm mostly content with the forests and the frosts, but if I made one with everyone I'd have troops on either side of every war! (which'd be awesome in its own right. I think I've got enough militant strength to kill a nation or two without much fuss, but ya can't make war with the whole world and expect to win. Nah, don't worry about it. I'm nomadic, so even though I'm going to keep cities in the frosts I'd hate to become reliant on trade only to suddenly have to retreat my cities one day and loose it all. I considered offering to make roads though, maybe when I figure this coalition bit out. Yup, that'll be fun. Almost suggested I go meet them, probably better I didn't. Of my champions they all check in, but they're all pretty busy IRL, so I expect low activity. I've got one still working on his character, and of the other two only one has posted in my spiffy thread, though he's waiting on Be too. They've got enough troops to do some damage too, though probably not enough to topple a kingdom. I figured I'd let them have some money and soldiers and let them do their own thing. Ya see, I wanted there to be that element of freedom to my nation that the fey have I mean they've got their codes and their debts, and you don't refuse a request from someone higher up the chain of command, but fairies are pretty powerful and well off so generally they're not taking everything seriously and devoting all their resources to their best interests, plenty is lost to frivolity and whimsy. I also figured more minds means they'll probably accomplish things I hadn't thought of which'd be cool, but I haven't gotten my hopes up. Fortunately it also means I get unilateral decision-making with my nation. I told them all before they signed up that I was selfish, paranoid, and that it was my nation, and none of them cared. They don't even have exact numbers on my cities, military, or wealth, so I figured if nothing else I'd spoil them with some troops and coin. I've to plan to conquer some lands for one of them too, but I told them they'd probably have to wait an IC year or so for that anyway. Spoiler Hide Roads are a pain in the ass to make TBH, a whole season to make a single hex of road is insane... And that's presuming you have realm actions spare to actually allow yourself to use them on road. As for military power, I originally had a LOT more RP of troops, I scaled it back bit though, I think I could probably easily repel most nations especially with both my PC's being army destroying monsters in their own right. I mean, I am not a nomad though so its rather obvious I have about 90% of my starting RP wrapped up in making absurd amounts of RP per season. But I am still Despot... So there is a massive pile of units required just to have all my villages and towns! :p Next season (I didn't actually want to waste a regent action, but I suppose I have to) I will probably double or triple my army, I decided to ref luff the Ska as basically having only recently surfaced, but I mean. Then maybe I will be a little bit more gulf, I actually think quite a lot of my units are terrifying, and I think the PCs are outright stupid... but I don't really want to use them unless I have to... they are so glass cannon they would probably just die by accident... :o Spoiler Hide Well I haven't done roads in Fob before, but I read it a bit differently. I think it's one (full season) action for a whole road however far you make it, but I don't think full season action itself tells you how long it takes since you can take your regent/realm actions at any week of the season, I think it just means you can't expand as much that season because you've got one less realm action. That means they're best used either by a wealthy nation once they've saved up, or a poor nation that can't afford their next realm upgrade yet anyway, and it'd probably make the most sense if the two worked together on it. Still, I'm probably not going to rely too heavily on realm actions to expand my nation, so that's why I might consider it. Yup, military power is a mighty thing. Ah, you're throwing your regent actions at guild action say? Well I do think it's worth tossing an action at it once every season or two, but I get why you might not want to. Civilized despots are profitable to be sure', just be careful not to lose a province because it'll hurt as bad as the cost of soldiers would. I swear, that loot&pillage action looks so powerful and tempting I'm almost tempted to go coastal, but there were so many folk in on that when I marked my location that I'd have been left as a minor player in it. Tempted to take the big lake and use that sea access to raid folks though. Rather that's where I'll probably put the champion-run nation that splits off from me. Yup, I hear ya, my PC could probably solo an army too, but I don't really want to risk it, so I'll probably rely on my army a fair bit, after all, of those two PCs die that's it a? ...and yeah, I considered going the glass cannon rout too, but if I'm going to be big on war I knew I couldn't choose something that'd die off the bat, so I ended up settling on somewhat balanced, then I'll use tactics where I can to crush folks from there. Spoiler Hide Hamm maybe, but I always like to read rules based on what is said and "province" is mentioned a lot in the singular, whilst it never mentions multiples. Also... It takes twice as long to make a road as to garrison a population. Bearing in mind the latter is a collection of tents/a barracks and a road is terraforming the land to form a road in at least 6 different directions (a hex has 6 sides). That is a lot more work than a road. So... I am pretty sure it means just 1 hex, which makes roads... EXPENSIVE as F*** but... I mean... There is a reason we all make a big deal about the Romans building roads in Europe, it was hard work. Actually since Be made guilds generate 1 free action a week to be used, my guilds (particularly Thames guilds) are lethal, expensive, but lethal... I can basically poke my nose into everyone's base and say "what is here" then attempt the more difficult sabotaging guilds and disrupting trade if I am afraid of them, or just want to be an ass! My PCs are super glass cannon, sadly all the Slavery leaders are mostly foothold and since my base race has -2 charisma if I wanted a cohort I had to be pretty old... (for the age +charisma) But if I pop them in a unit, they probably could easily survive in combat, still, I hopefully won't have to use them. They will probably both just stay in their respective cities and at worst case blast huge holes in an invading army. I have access to a small river if I ever decide to use the Privateer guild... it doesn't seem very Shaven though to me... I can still use Plunder for almost an equal gain! ’D With the new changes to guilds Privateer guilds are actually going to be insane... but 1000RP a week is REALLY expensive. Sounds like the sea wars will be hilarious if they get going. Spoiler Hide I don't know, it says a road connects non-contiguous parts of an empire, and the cost is certainly per hex which makes them madly expensive if ya build a big one, but it still looks like you might only need one action to blow a ton of money and build a big one. Since realm RP's can't be converted to GPs, and since nomads can't bank I think once I get settlements I'll be loosing plenty of money each season anyway, but I don't know, maybe I'll use it to make druid circles and pay silly upkeep myself. Yeah, Be did make guilds scary... My defense is mostly the threat of death if they poke me, but you have to work one hex at a time and find their pop centers first. Thus, my defense is to keep moving my army so they'll never know which hex to infiltrate to see what I've got. ...and yeah, privateers can make more money than a whole nation if they're careful and good. Trying to point that out to some of the fresh blood because crazy pirate wars sounds awesome. Spoiler Hide I don't know, I don't really like the idea that it cost the same "action" to garrison one city as it does to potentially build roads across an entire empire... I don't know it's a problem that the same "action" pools can be used for scaling and non-scaling abilities. Like muster troops is just made as many troops as you like, whereas garrison a city = garrison 1 city. It's a flaw that will only become more distinct the larger nations become I suppose. He-he, ye but there is only so long it takes to find people, I mean 3 Thames guilds spying every week... that's 39 spy actions per season, sure It's pretty expensive, and occasionally you might get found out but... he-he 3 is only the beginning! ’D I really wish I had a champion to play my Clan Shin leader... :(I am a bit sad the war forged nation to the west didn't show up, I was looking forward to some Rat on Robot action! :p Suppose I will eventually just have to walk into the killing fields, simply to test my military might. Spoiler Hide I don't know, could be you're right. I'll ask in one of the main threads. Yeah, but you've got other folks to look at, and my army can move every week giving you a 3/X chance of catching me were x is... a lot of hexes. Actually, was that a free guild action per guild, per week or per season? He, no need, if ya visit my holy place and ask nice I'm sure we could have a gentleman's war with a time and a place. Edit: I too am disappointed at the loss of war forged, and the slaver merchants. Both would have been fun... Spoiler Hide I mean. The way it was written its 1 per guild per week, which is... Really strong... Although, I honestly think that is more how the game should be... You have to pay upkeep on your guilds per season it would be pretty unfair if they couldn't be used. I suggested a much more... scaling way of doing it. *shrugs* Perhaps 1/Season is better, makes nomads almost impossible to spy on thou, which is frustrating. I mean, the way I envision it Ska don't eat non meat, they probably grow grain to feed slaves and then eat the slaves. So if anyone was actually to Trade with Ska one of the most In-RP commodities would probably be slaves... :D Spoiler Hide Yeah, it costs RP per use anyway, so I'm not complaining. Plus, I'll be using them too. Nomads are hard anyway, particularly because there's no guarantee we're even in the killing fields down the road. Nah, don't was your spying on me though, scope out your enemies! ... and I may be tempted to oblige, varies aren't against enslaving lesser races. I've got one of my champions constantly reminding me that sentient humanoids are all just animals anyway (unlike we fair folk.) I totally forgot however to reply to your having forgotten a gift that you could just bring war trophies and the like later though. Anywho, find any cities you don't want, and we'll be willing to export their peoples slaves while we scrap their infrastructure and replace their populace to make it into a proper fey camp. (I suppose mechanically that might mean you collect income until it becomes a camp. Spoiler Hide So you are stuck here for a week? Spoiler Hide Afraid so, after all coming here and returning would be two moves. Jack has workarounds, but I figure either of us could turn around and catch the other as I'm taking my ridiculously prolonged exit. I guess that nearby mountain pass was just that cool that the fairies needed to stop at it to play all day, all day! Jack, of course, will be there as needed. Before the first night of the second day a much larger, but all together less elite looking* army marches through the mountain pass within which you reside. Six centurions the Search heading north-east around the tip of the craggy peeks come to a halt, weapons drawn before you.*[In comparison to the last Ska one, not yours.] Sksssssssssst-Ska. A more battered and grain Clan rat at therefore steps forward to speak, he clearly has some difficulties speaking common. Even more so than the previous priest, who was by comparison quite astute. Clan-sk PLE-sk-tilen-sk tells us of borscht- bargains- with ours-. West- were told Fisk- on outright- ob-SK-je-cht-ive-sk- west- should meet meets- to demands- your know-SK-edge-cht- of the menus- of the marsh. Spoiler Hide Clan Pestilent tells us of your bargain with our people, We were told if on our way to our objective we should meet to ask nicely for any information you have on a group of men in the marshes to the north-east. From the swarming fairies, Jack emerges, an excited gleam in his eye as he takes in the larger unit. Still, that gleam diminishes somewhat as he listens to what the rat has to say. "Marsh men to the northeast? I've heard only of forest elves to our northeast, tell me more." Whilst his voice does carry the noble demand, his voice was tinged more with curiosity then threat, his eyes clearly imagining yet another slaughter. The Batman scratched his head, he was not sure if his instructions allowed him to giveaway information. Below the foothills- of -chit-Shaven Mountains- in the marshlands by the lake... Closer- than even -SK- the -Chit-Skit-Sure-Dwarves. Spoiler Hide Less elite! :P Spoiler Hide Disappointment! Anywho, they are in the forest which lies between the lake and the swamps. ... unless we're thinking of different nations... Are these the elves? Is the swamp bit a misconception because IC we only know general directions to other nations? (Triangulation FTW!) Jack motions for the rat to go on, disregarding the man's hesitation. Spoiler Hide I mean... my guys live on a big mountain overlooking their nation, I am pretty sure we know the basic terrain surrounding us... :P ... All my directions come from the mountain thou, since that is the center of their map. (and apparently yours! :P) The rat looks confused, cocking his head for a moment. We-sk- knows- very little, only that they are closest- to our boarders- Spoiler Hide Nah, the fairy map is funky, there is no center. With Jack still wracking his memory for any such race, one of the little people flies forward and asks, cupping her pointed little ear"Do they have ears like these? ... and are they tall like Jack, or small like me?" The Ska again, looks confused. We does- not know... We only know of Squeaks and Squeals. Spoiler Hide Totally not sure who you're talking about, some 1-hex NPC nation you encountered? Spoiler Hide Pink! :P Silly billy. Is who I am talking about! After the fairies and the rats have spoken for several hours back and forth it readily becomes more and more apparent of whom they speak. At last Jack speaks through the clamor." Yes, I've heard that they are elves at the end of the lake. I must say, I am woefully disappointed to find them. You see, elves, as it happens, are fairies, which means that their great ancestors disobeyed my command. Now as they're dead there's no use giving them each a death of a thousand cuts for treason, but that does leave me with a bit of a problem. You see, either they're my loyal subjects who will bow to my word, or they're rebel factions within my own nation whose armies need be slaughtered, who's cities need be burned to the ground, and who does lands belong to us. Naturally if it so happens they be rebels we would not deter your people from joining us in hunting them to their deaths, but if not then they are our people, and there is nothing to fear from them that you have not already reasoned to fear from us." At this Jack exclaims a sharp laughs he eyes the company. In fact, it so happens we were just heading off to meet with them about that just now... The ska mutter something in Ska, presumably translating to the rat beside him, who apparently cannot understand common. Very well, the Great Nurglich-SK- will most likely pay a visit to their lands-. And with that they carry on their way. Spoiler Hide They only really passed through during day 2-3 on their way to another hex so.

The woeful tale of a fairy caught in a den of rats!|rating:3.0

Dominating Veronica (PM interest)

Dominating Veronica (Closed)"What's your name?" "Veronica Smith!" "How old are you Veronica Smith?" "I'm twenty-six years old." "And why do you think that you have what it takes?" "Because I'm a sexy piece of ass!" {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Chuckles, howls and catcalls were heard all across the backyard as I said those words. My friend, behind the camera, gave me the most devilish grin as he watched my movements and something at that moment, told me that tonight was going to be far from ordinary.​ It all started one day when I was driving through the streets of downtown LA when my phone vibrated in my pocket. My fiancé, Tyler, was leaning backwards on the passenger's seat when I picked it up at a red light. The sentence "want to cum or? " Illuminated the slight darkness. The text was from Rick Stone - an eighteen-year-old dropout who lived a couple blocks away from us. I smiled at the text but neglected to reply the second the light turned green. Tyler, although he couldn't see anything with that hat over his eyes, said "I told you that I hate that fucking kid." "Oh come on Tyler." I said, nearly scoffing "He's young and full of potential, yet wastes all his time drinking and partying. Don't you feel a little sorry for him?" "No." Most of our conversations went this way. Tyler wasn't a big fan of Rick and if I wasn't one to fight back, I'm sure that he'd make me avoid him altogether. We'd have fights in regard to this, where he'd normally poke at my naivety as the reason why I just 'didn't get it'. Apparently this eighteen-year-old was after my body and nothing much but honestly, it was just harmless flirting. He had to know that but wouldn't let his stubborn attitude accept it. In twenty minutes, Tyler was in bed, and I was watching TV and texting from my couch. Naturally, this meant that Rick sent me some texts: "hey you awake?" "Yep just watching TV. u?" "Thinking of u hey, u still looking to do some modeling?" And we had a conversation for about an hour. Long story short was that Rick had apparently gotten contact with some agents who could help me launch my modeling career. Yes, I know - it seemed farfetched, but I was willing to give Rick the benefit of the doubt. My fiancé...well... "No fucking way. No. Out of the question!" You get the point. Still, I was willing to bend the rules a little - I was determined to meet up with Rick for this photoshoot of his, to be taken at some pool party that one of his buddies were hosting. I know, it was sneaky of me to go behind my other half's back, but you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take, right? So, late on a humid Friday I found myself dressed up in the most scandalous outfit that you could think of; a flimsy bikini top that barely contained by 38DD cup breasts, a thong that showed off that round ass of mine and a pair of four-inch heels to go with it. Sure, it seemed like a little much, but it was the theme of the photoshoot. Apparently. So where was I again? Right, so the night all started when I got to Rick's place and knocked on the front door. The music was loud, and I could tell that this party was getting started. I just hoped that I wasn't too late. The night had been looking pretty good even before Rick Stone got the next message he didn't expect. A fist pump accompanied the look at his phone, which got him a strange look from his buddy Eric. Eric was his best friend, and the young black male frowned at Rick. "Dude, nobody could get that excited looking at their phone." It was Eric's house they were at, and the party was already in full swing. "Just enjoy yourself and stop staring at that damned thing."" Whatdya think I'm doing, man?" Eric shook his head as Rick clapped his shoulder." Just trust me. This party's going to get a lot better."There were ample amounts of booze, dancing, and questionable activities going on already, but Rick wasn't about to settle for that when he could do better. For a moment, he leaned in, intent on telling his friend everything he had planned; sharing a secret. That he'd managed to swindle an aspiring model - mid-twenties, huge tits, and an ass that looked great in a thong - to come to their party. That she had thought that this would be a pool party, and would be wearing a ridiculously skimpy bikini when everyone else was fully dressed. That he intended to turn her into his plaything by the end of the night, and to take her in a way her boyfriend never could. But instead, he smirked, and Eric shook his head. "Whatever." A knock on the door interrupted their reverie, and while Eric took a couple of steps forward, Rick beat him to the punch." Allow me." Again, Eric shook his head. "Man, I wonder what got into him..." Normally, it took the threat of violence to get Rick to do anything other than trying to hit on girls and lazily manipulating people. He spared a glance for the door, and was glad he did. Rick opened the door, and couldn't keep back the shit eating grin that crossed his face." Hey, V!" His eyes did a blatant up and down on her, and his grin went wider." You look incredible. C'mon in." He waved her in, and it would be hard for Veronica not to notice Eric eying her up somewhat more blatantly...although at least now she wouldn't see Rick watching her ass jiggle in the little thong she was wearing." That's Eric. This is his place." His parent's place, sure, but who was counting... Eric wasn't shaking his head now. Sure, a lot of the girls here were hot, but none of them had tits like that, or were wearing so little...and the way her heels made her legs look was amazing." Was thinking we could do photos in a bit. Why don't I get you a drink first?" crowed Rick, acting as if he owned the place." Might as well relax first, right?" I stood nervously at the door, trying to keep my face from facing the street as much as I possibly could. I mean, I was standing in front of place hosting a loud party dressed in what hardly could be called an outfit. "Please Rick, please answer" I practically prayed. And hey, my prayers were eventually answered! Rick answered the door, and I was immediately greeted by the biggest smile that you could possibly imagine. It was so warm of a smile that I couldn't help but respond in the same way! "Hey, V!" he said while his eyes practically scanned my body up and down. I chuckled and playfully swatted his shoulder. Seriously this guy was always teasing me like this! Still, it was innocent right? "Oh Ricky." I replied as he waved me in. "You look incredible. C'mon in." I walked into his friend's home, my heels clicking on the floor as I gazed about in the room - suddenly feeling insecure about my attire. I mean, everyone else was dressed normally and here I was, walking in little more than a thong and bikini top. "That's Eric. This is his place." he said, pointing to a man that couldn't be much older than my friend here. I sheepishly waved hi, not knowing what to do as he appeared to be just as lost for words as I was. "Was thinking we could do photos in a bit. Why don't I get you a drink first? Might as well relax first, right?" "I don't know..." I said out loud as I glanced at a mirror around the corner and looked at my reflection, trying to divert the view of everyone had of me as much as possible. I moved around a little bit and noticed how my ass looked in this thong. Jesus, did it really bounce at every step? Okay, better not look in a mirror more before I really start freaking myself out... I walked towards Rick again and added "I'm not much of a drinker Rick. Besides, won't that ruin our photoshoot later?" "I don't know..."" Oh, don't be like that." said Rick, still smiling. Even if Veronica was seven years older than him, her nervousness was a huge turn on as he saw her look around, seeing everyone else showing off much less than she was. "We can work and play at the same time, right?" Veronica walked towards him." I'm not much of a drinker Rick. Besides, won't that ruin our photoshoot later?"" Nonsense."said Rick, motioning to Eric." Why don't you lead us to your kitchen?" Eric seemed all too happy to play the gracious host as Rick stepped forward, his right hand lashing out to give Veronica's ass a little slap." Keep up." She'd punched his shoulder, so he hoped she'd take the gesture as one of familiarity, and not hinting at the crude, very sexual plans he had for her later in the evening." I'm sure Eric has whatever you want to have...just a little something to start the evening off." Rick could hear some murmurs as they walked by, groups of people turning to look discreetly (and some not so discreetly) at the hot chick in heels and a skimpy bikini. Rick leaned on the island in the kitchen while Eric made his way to the cupboards nearby, the cupboards all dark brown and mahogany." What's your pleasure, Veronica?" Rick turned towards her, keeping his eyes on hers - and not her big tits - as he spoke." I won't take no for an answer. Eric makes some killer cocktails if you let him..." This was going to be fun. Eric, Rick's friend, was eager to lead us into the kitchen for a few drinks. I wasn't planning on drinking, but I figured that I couldn't be rude and stay where I was - not after how Rick was going out of his way to help me with my modeling career. I nearly tripped over my own feet when Rick, unexpectedly gave my ass a playful swat, before teasing me once more by saying: "Keep up." "Hey!" I protested weakly before I laughed; he was just trying to seem like a cool guy to his friends, I guessed. Or maybe it was just his playful behavior, as usual? Either way, I wasn't about to ruin the mood in the air by asking what his deal was. Anyway - while I wasn't initially planning on drinking, Rick's insistence finally got to me. "What's your pleasure, Veronica?" he spoke, his eyes locked into my own "I won't take no for an answer. Eric makes some killer cocktails if you let him..." "Okay, okay" I caved in with a smile "Look Rick, I'll take whatever you're having. Happy?" before I playfully messed with his hair. "Okay, okay"Even if Rick had cruel intent, Veronica's smile still warmed him up a bit. "Look Rick, I'll take whatever you're having. Happy?"before I playfully messed with his hair."Long Island iced tea."said Rick with a grin." You can make Veronica's a little lighter, since she can't handle her liquor." He teased, hoping the comment would ruffle her feathers and goad her into asking for one as strong as his. It wouldn't matter - Eric had caught the look Rick gave him, and would know how much booze to put in it." You should tell Eric why it is you're here. I haven't told him..."teased Rick. Eric looked at her curiously, and at Veronica's answer he smiled." A model? You sure have the booty for that... I mean, the body." He stuttered as he got their drinks ready. Rick leaned in a bit, wrapping an arm around Veronica's hip for a moment and pulling her in before he whispered to her." This is just so other guys don't make a move on you..." Rick backed away, staying close to Veronica as Eric got their drinks ready. He handed Veronica hers with a grin and Rick raised his in a mock toast." To new beginnings?" He met Veronica's gaze, knowing she had no idea what he had in mind for her... "Long Island iced tea. You can make Veronica's a little lighter, since she can't handle her liquor." "Are you kidding me? Make mine just as strong as his!" Okay, maybe that wasn't the best move that I could have pulled. Rick was a delinquent who loved his booze meanwhile me...well, I was more of a tea person. Oh well, I wouldn't have to drink it all anyway, so it didn't matter much right? "You should tell Eric why it is you're here. I haven't told him..." "Oh right..." I told Eric of my little predicament and how I was aiming to be a model. Not just any model, mind you, but a top model. Someone who could have their picture plastered all over the city and go to all sorts of exotic places. Of course, I didn't get a too insightful response from Eric: "A model? You sure have the booty for that... I mean, the body." Right. I wasn't comfortable with him looking at me like that. I mean, it was okay when Rick did it because we actually know each other but a stranger looking at my body like that, for even just a second, was too uncomfortable for me. Rick must have felt that uncomfortableness, as his arm quickly found its way around my slim waist. "This is just so other guys don't make a move on you..." he whispered. "Thanks Ricky" I whispered back with a smile. "To new beginnings?" "To new beginnings!" I drank about a quarter of my glass when I felt this sudden burning sensation down my throat. Holy crap, was this drink pure alcohol or something? It took a lot of effort to not spit it right now, but I managed. Still, I buried my face on Rick's shoulder in an effort for everyone else not to see my reaction. If anything, everyone would probably just see this as me being cute with my friend. While he loved the drink, Rick knew better than to chug it, as long islands tended to be strong. Which was what he wanted, as he could definitely handle his liquor...it was less than Veronica could say as she hid her face behind his shoulder. Rick took advantage to cop a quick feel of her bare back, discreetly pushing her thong down just a little bit before he put the drink on the nearby table." Hah. Haven't had one of these before, have you?" He grinned at her." It's one of my favorites...you've just got to be careful with it." Rick took another short sip of his, nodding at her." Try it again. It'll go down easier this time." Even as his tone was teasing, his look would broker no opposition to his request as he locked gazes with her. Of course, this had nothing to do with his intentions to lower her inhibitions. Not at all. Eric leaned over a nearby counter, watching the exchange with interest, at least when he wasn't ogling Veronica." So, tell me, miss model wannabe,"teased Rick." What do you do for fun?" Another look towards Eric." Now that your boyfriend's not around, anyway..." His hand soothed me a tad after drinking down that drink. I practically cuddled my body against his as his arm held my waist close. I slowly pulled my face away from his shoulder as he teased me about being reckless with that drink. Furthermore, I tried again, while making eye contact with Rick, as I slowly drank down that burning drink. Eventually, no traces were even left on my glass. "So, tell me, miss model wannabe, what do you do for fun? Now that your boyfriend's not around, anyway..." I placed my glass away as I answered "Fun? I'm not sure. Furthermore, I'm a 'let me get in my PCs and read some novels while I lay on the sofa' kind of girl." before laughing at my own expense "Other than that...swimming, running and any other type of exercise." I then playfully nudged Rick "And what do you mean now that my boyfriend is not around?" "Fun? I'm not sure. I'm a 'let me get in my PCs and read some novels while I lay on the sofa' kind of girl."" Sure you are." teased Eric, even as Rick could tell she was telling the truth. "C'mon, that can't be all you do."" Other than that...swimming, running and any other type of exercise."" I can tell."" Why, because you don't do any exercising at all?"said Rick, punching Eric in the shoulder so that not *all* of the attention was on the busty, bikini clad beauty now playfully talking with both of them. As if to drive the point home, Veronica pulled a similar gesture on Rick, nudging his midsection." And what do you mean now that my boyfriend is not around?" Rick looked aghast, as if he was the offended one." I didn't mean anything by it." The ever present smile stayed on his face. Eric walked away to mix his own drink." I just think he...holds you back sometimes. That's all." Again, the young man's perverted gaze travelled down Veronica's barely clad body." He doesn't know you're here, right?" The moment stopped, a bit of chill in the air as Rick leaned in." That'll be our little secret, then..." With a quick look to the backyard, Rick smiled." Want to go outside for a bit?" He needed to get her going, fuel the competitive juices that made her want to drink as much as him...and he thought he had a way to do so. There was no way to guarantee a win, but looking at her, Rick could think of a way or two to trip her up... "He doesn't know you're here, right?" That question nearly made my heart skip a beat - was it that obvious that I didn't let him know about this? Did Rick talk to my significant other? There were many questions in my head at the moment and I guess that much was obvious, judging that Rick took my silence as a response and leaned in, saying: "That'll be our little secret, then... Want to go outside for a bit?" I grinned and answered "Sure and yes, it'll be our little secret. Now come on, let's keep up!" And so, I gave Rick a slight push to get him moving as he seemed lost within his own thoughts. I wonder what was going on in that head of his? The thoughts going on in his head were not ones that would be welcome to Veronica; Rick knew he needed to keep her on edge, but not push her over it. Getting her drunk and tipsy would make it easier to get her in his bed (or Eric's, he amended), but she'd be unaware and passed out. Letting her get gradually drunk, used to the idea of him being around, hands with her...another reminder as he let her catch up, his hand casually on her hip as they walked outside. There were more people talking, and while many looked at them again, the spacious patio with a fire pit (not lit, as it was early in the evening) gave people lots of room to spread out." So, if you're such a great athlete, miss hotshot..."taunted Rick with a smile." I'll bet you can't beat me in a sprint from one fence to the other." While she was hardly wearing an outfit decent for running, Rick was in a t-shirt and jeans, and he was about to try to even the scales." I don't even work out, and you can lose the heels for this..." For what it was worth, it was the first lie he'd told all night. And he had a plan to slow her down..." If you lose, I get to kiss you in front of everyone." He teased." And if I lose...you can choose something. Not that you have anything to worry about if you're such a great athlete..." "So, if you're such a great athlete, miss hotshot... I'll bet you can't beat me in a sprint from one fence to the other. I don't even work out, and you can lose the heels for this..." I raised an eyebrow; while I was much of a sprinter, Rick hardly seemed (despite having a lean muscular build) to be much of a runner. What I mean by that, is that as a guy who drinks and smokes a lot, there was no way in hell that he could beat me in a race. "Oh really?" "If you lose, I get to kiss you in front of everyone. And if I lose...you can choose something. Not that you have anything to worry about if you're such a great athlete..." Everyone got real quiet, real quick. I looked at Rick in utter disbelief "wait he's joking. Isn't he?" I thought as Rick merely looked into my eyes, almost as if he was trying to egg me on. I grinned and said "What kind of kiss are we talking about? A kiss on the cheek?" before I started undoing the straps to my heel. "Either way, you're so going to lose Rick. If I win, you have to give up alcohol for a year." I figured that at the very least that I could do some good here. "What kind of kiss are we talking about? A kiss on the cheek?"asked Veronica, as she leaned down to undo the straps on her heels. Looking at her as she bent over made him hard, and Rick shifted a bit; if she did manage to win, that'd be how." Not exactly." He said with a smirk, getting a few hoots and hollers from some curious onlookers as he did. They all knew what he wanted. Or at least Eric seemed to, the best friend giving a look as Veronica continued. "Either way, you're so going to lose Rick. If I win, you have to give up alcohol for a year."*Those* were high stakes." That's a pretty high price, Veronica... I guess that kiss you'll give me had better be one hell of one." He extended his hand to her to shake on it, and the party goers cleared out a path from one fence to the other. As the 'impartial' party, Eric moved in front of them to signal the start as Rick leaned over in something resembling a starting running position. "Start here, end there." He motioned to the end of the yard. "On go, you start. Ready..." Rick tensed."...set..." He knew the timing, and just before his friend said 'go', he reached out and pulled Veronica's bikini bottoms. Not enough to pull them off, but just so that she'd be thrown off for when Eric said-"go!" And with that, Rick bolted off, hopefully leaving Veronica resetting her bottoms while he ran across the yard. "Start here, end there. On go, you start. Ready..." I grinned as my muscles tensed up. Rick wouldn't know what hit him - and trust me, I'd hold him to his little wager. Maybe he would go somewhere now without the alcohol weighing him down. "...set..." The fence wasn't too far off. I could get there within twenty seconds or so, even with my bare feet. All those thoughts of victory washed away when suddenly... "go!" I felt a quick tug on the top of my thong. My hands instinctively went over to it, to prevent whatever caused it to pull it down. In front of me, Rick sprinted, and I yelled "What the fuck Rick?!" before pulling it up, and I darted towards him. I could catch up... I could catch up! It was true that he wasn't much of a runner. But having two or three seconds of a head start would help a fair bit; him in shoes and her in bare feet would be another, even if she actually went to the gym and worked out. All of Rick's 'workouts' were some lifting, and swimming; jogging and sprinting had never been his thing. Still, hearing the catcalls and cheers spurred him on. If he lost, he lost, and Rick would find a way to win his booze back before the end of the night." What the fuck Rick?!". Veronica's angry voice behind him didn't hurt either, and he knew the people here would back him, not holding it against him that he'd tricked her this way. If anything, the perverts would've wished he'd just yanked it off entirely. He resisted the urge to look behind him, thinking of her jogging in that little bikini, her breasts bouncing in her top as she ran...he was almost there, and even with all of his advantages he could hear her catching up in the grass. With one final lunge, he reached for the fence... I tried to catch up, desperately kicking off my feet off the ground in an attempt to make some headway. The others cheered in delight, a few more catcalls coming my way (quite a few of those comments being directed at my ass) which seemed to encourage Rick to keep up the pace. I almost made it past him...until he touched the fence and as a result, won this wager." Crap." I thought as I stopped right on my tracks about one second later. I was hoping that he would take pity on me and maybe reveal to me that the wager was just a bluff. The elation in his expression and body language, as Rick did a bit of posing for his 'cheering' fans (if by fans he meant curious partygoers who were more interested in ogling Veronica in her tiny outfit), but most of his attention was on the bikini clad goddess, who seemed a little...down after her loss. She might've wanted pity, but the kindness Rick was about to give her would prove to be anything but." Well, a promise is a promise...isn't it, Veronica?" He smirked a bit at her, walking slowly, deliberately towards her as he let his eyes wander up and down her barely covered body." Put your heels back on for this." Even with them on, he was still taller than her, although he couldn't help but admire how they framed her long legs. He waited for her to put her footwear back on before continuing. "Of course, I could be convinced to let you 'break' that promise...if you beat me in another game." He tilted his head. "Perhaps one with more luck involved, so you have a better chance." There were a few chuckles, but Rick knew damn well that if he hadn't pulled that stunt on her, she would've beaten him, skimpy outfit or not." There's a dartboard, I could get some cards...or even horse shoes, if you want." Horse shoes were a game best played drunk, at least in his eyes. His parents loved the game, but he couldn't stand it unless he'd had a few. "Well, a promise is a promise...isn't it, Veronica? Put your heels back on for this." "Oh come on Rick, really? Be a gentleman!" I replied with a short laugh; sincerely hoping that he was going to reveal that it was all a joke. Half-way putting my heels back on, I realized that it was anything but. I made my bed, and I was about to lie in it. Or maybe, Rick would make another gamble -"Of course, I could be convinced to let you 'break' that promise...if you beat me in another game. Perhaps one with more luck involved, so you have a better chance." Thank god." Sounds fun. You know what? I'm game!" Well of course I was - I was exactly prepared to kiss another guy. Rick gave me a slight smirk before continuing on;"There's a dartboard, I could get some cards...or even horse shoes, if you want." "Well, I'm not good at any card game, so I'll let you pick between the dartboard and horse shoes. But I'm not going to lose this time, Rick!" I added, trying to psych him out and have the advantage in our next 'game." Rick inclined his head a bit at her 'card game' comment. He wasn't that much of a player himself, even if he'd been sorely tempted to break out a deck or two simply because she'd said she wasn't good at them. But letting the bikini-clad hottie just sit at a table would be far too easy; as tempted as he was to take her indoors, he wanted things a bit edgy and racy, and he was eager to get that camera of his to work..." Horseshoes, then." There were two poles setup at the far end of his yard, and four well-used horseshoes for them to chuck; two each." First one to 15. One point if you have the closest shoe, three for a 'ringer'"- a term used when a shoe encircled the ring -"if we both get a ringer, they cancel each other out." He took his two horseshoes, red ones, and handed the two blue ones to Veronica." I'll let you get a practice round in, if you want." Like last time, he planned to distract her when she threw for real. He didn't need any time to throw, as despite his disdain for this game he'd played endless rounds of this with his siblings. By the time they were done, he'd have her right where she wanted her. After she took any throws she wanted, when she lined up to throw for real, Rick got ready to accidentally smack her ass. For good luck, of course. Alright, that sounds good to me." I said as I was handed a few horseshoes. It would be my first time playing this game, but it looked simple enough; chuck some old horseshoes at a ring. I held the blue horseshoes as I used the ring - this was going to be pretty easy. Despite having no experience in this...this game was as simple as you could possibly get. This 'bet' of our was as good as mine and I would be out of this situation real soon. "I'll let you get a practice round in, if you want." "Thanks." I said with a grin as I threw the first horseshoe and watched as it spun around. Looks like I didn't need too much practice after all. Still, I wasn't about to let luck get in my way again, so I took another throw and happily watched it spin around the ring again. "Not bad." I remarked to myself "Yeah, I think I'm ready for this." "All right." He said, watching her throw a couple - she seemed to be a pretty good athlete, or lucky, as both of her 'practice' throws were pretty good. Still, Rick wasn't deterred, as this had been a game of his since childhood. And he could tolerate playing it now, mostly due to the person playing it with him." I'll go first." As the host, and as someone who wanted to keep the pressure on her, it was only fair. Deciding to toy with her a bit, he threw one that missed the stake by a half foot -"Fuck!" He muttered just a little too loudly, getting a few chuckles from the assembled crowd - before his second one was perfect." Your turn." He sidled up close to Veronica, waiting for her to rear back as his right arm subtly matched the motion, intending to spank her just as she-*SMACK*Her firm ass jiggled just a bit as his hand connected with it, conveniently just as she was letting go of the horseshoe. I suppose that I shouldn't have been so naive - I mean, it was the oldest trick in the book. He faked being bad on that first turn just so I would let my guard down. Maybe if I had paid attention, I wouldn't have smirked the way that I did and believe that I had it in the bag. Anyway, after his botched throw, he slyly motioned me over and said: "Your turn." I smiled and said "It's not too late to give up now!" before I positioned myself to throw that horseshoe. But, just as my hand began to let go of the shoe... *SMACK*​I felt a sharp pain on my exposed butt and a gasp escaped my lips again. I turned around to face him, as if to say "what the hell are you doing?" before noticing that I just threw the horseshoe into thin air. "That doesn't fucking count!" I said, just a tad angrily "Come on, that isn't fair!" "What isn't fair?" Rick smirked back at her, tilting his head as if he'd done nothing wrong." Honestly, my hand slipped." He said, shaking his head." Tell you what. I'll stand back here while you throw...fair?" A few more steps, and he was out of her sight, although she was most certainly in his." If you can't take the pressure, you can just forfeit, and I can do what I want..." The words had a bit of tension to them, even as he tried to look like he was joking. Rick was desperate to have her under his thumb, and if he could string her along just a bit longer, he could start the 'photo shoot' and she'd have no idea what she was getting herself in to... There'd be plenty of time to spank her later. "Tell you what. I'll stand back here while you throw...fair?" "Yes, that would be fair!" I said, clearly exasperated but having fun too. I laughed afterward and took my time to aim the horseshoe. Furthermore, I needed to make this one count. But obviously, he wasn't having any of that... "If you can't take the pressure, you can just forfeit, and I can do what I want..." "You wish." So, I took a deep breath and eyed the nail on the ground...though for a second, I thought of 'what if' I failed? What if I had to kiss him? I know, it's stupid, and I obviously didn't want to fail but only the thought of it... Caused me to miss. He did wish, and he couldn't help but feeling a bit of anticipation as she reared back for her throw. It wasn't even totally about watching her muscles flex, reminding him of how much skin she was showing off in her tiny bikini compared to everyone else here. The moment hung in the air, but then Veronica made her throw. Rick at least had the 'decency' to wait, but he could tell from its arc that it was going to miss. And then he'd won, and he strutted over to her, dropping the shoes at his side. "Well, I was going to go easy on you, but that's two you've lost, so...and without giving Veronica much of a chance to respond, he grabbed her hair roughly and crushed his lips into hers; his other hand exploring her bare stomach and hips, teasing the string of her tiny thong bottoms, pressing his body into hers briefly. As much as he ached to take them off, he restrained himself as his tongue invaded her mouth before pulling away with a smirk on his face, although not before he got at least a few catcalls." We can play one more time, if you want...although I'm increasing the stakes for you if we do. If I win, we do the photo shoot in the backyard, where you pose however I want you to." An innocent shrug." Unless you're tired of losing." He had much more than 'posing' in his mind... "Well, I was going to go easy on you, but that's two you've lost, so..." And without just a second, I felt a rough tug at my hair. I was about to yell and swear at Rick but with that tug, I also felt the sudden invasion of his lips on mine. I'm guilty of closing my eyes into that kiss, and doing nothing about his hands feeling my stomach and hips. Furthermore, I didn't know much of what was going on, but knew that I was being pulled closely against his body and...being kissed. Was that his tongue in my mouth? Oh, crap. "Okay, that's enough..." I said as I pushed my way out of that kiss. He had a smirk, knowing full well that for a moment there, I was enjoying myself. "We can play one more time, if you want...although I'm increasing the stakes for you if we do. If I win, we do the photo shoot in the backyard, where you pose however I want you to. Unless you're tired of losing." "You know what? You're on." I said defiantly "But if I win, you're going to have to kiss one of your friends here and we videotape it." Yeah, I knew that would hurt their egos if I won. Which I hoped I would, just to spite Rick for this. "Fine by me." As arrogant as he was, Rick didn't consider for a moment that he might end up kissing one of his guy friends, and that said video would likely end up being circulated...at least not at first. It was close to his first throw that he thought about it, and his horseshoe bounded past the stake - even Veronica's last throw would have beaten that." Let's make it interesting. You throw one next, then I throw one before your last throw." Motioning like a gentleman, he stayed close to her, although he knew she was watching for his spank...but there was more than one way to distract as he spoke again on her back swing, leaning in to whisper into her ear." Try not to think about how much you enjoyed that kiss, V. Seems to me like you enjoyed it a little...rough." With a step back, he awaited her first toss. "Let's make it interesting. You throw one next, then I throw one before your last throw." I nodded and walked closer towards the ring. I was careful; I glanced back and watched just how close Rick was to me. Yeah, I wasn't going to fall for that slap on the slap that he had done already twice to distract me. Fool me one, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice...well, you get the idea. I was about to take my throw when I heard a whisper say: "Try not to think about how much you enjoyed that kiss, V. Seems to me like you enjoyed it a little...rough." "Ugh...go away." I groaned back before I threw the ring. It just barely touched the ring, but didn't spin around it like I hoped. Well, that did make it interesting as Rick eyed the shot. He'd have to make a ringer to have any chance of winning, and to avoid the likely scenario of having to kiss a dude...which was not his thing at all." Nice throw." He said with a look of concentration on his face, taking a moment to center himself before pitching the horseshoe and......perfect throw. The 'ding' sound was echoed by the shoe circling it precisely. He looked back at Veronica, motioning theatrically." Your throw, V...try not to lose, or you'll be showing off that body much sooner than you want." As she reared back, he smiled again." Although you might enjoy it from the looks of it." Ignoring the fact he'd told her to wear a bikini to a house party, nobody else knew that she hadn't just shown up this way. "Your throw, V...try not to lose, or you'll be showing off that body much sooner than you want... Although you might enjoy it from the looks of it." "Jeez, why are you being such an asshole Rick?" I asked, with ice to my words as I aimed the next horseshoe. I ignored completely Rick's friends and focused on winning. Furthermore, I needed to get this damn horseshoe to hit the nail perfectly. Furthermore, I could do this. Furthermore, I could make this... I will... Fail. I failed. The shoe just barely missed the nail, and I was rewarded by the cheers of his friends and a huge grin on Rick's face. Oh god, what did I get myself into? She really had no idea, and even as Rick resisted the urge to throw up his arms in triumph, he couldn't quite keep the smirk back on his face as he dropped the shoes. "I win, Veronica. Which means you're mine for the next hour or so...for the photo shoot, I mean." He intended to draw this out just a little longer, but the tent in his pants wasn't going to wait forever, he knew." Clear out that side of the pool for her to pose." His voice raised a bit as he went inside to get his camera, letting his friends ogle the busty, bikini clad brunette just a bit longer. As soon as he came back out, he saw a few of his less-then-gentlemanly guy friends around her, hearing 'nice tits', 'cute thong', among other things he knew they would have said." Okay. Let's try a simple one first, miss model wannabe." He teased, brandishing the camera. "Bend your leg a bit, throw your hair back, and smile for the camera." Rick would enjoy controlling her as long as he could, as many of the partygoers watched in anticipation for what Veronica was going to be told to do. These guys were anything but gentlemen. They were lewd and mean; sore winners, for sure, what with all the cat calls and comments I was getting from his friends. Rick did nothing to help - hell, he mocked me right now while I was anxious beyond belief. I had no idea what was about to happen. "Okay. Let's try a simple one first, miss model wannabe." I rolled my eyes. "Bend your leg a bit, throw your hair back, and smile for the camera." "Alright, like this?" I asked, bending my knees a bit and I tossed my head back, so that my black hair would do the same. I gave out a smile, though fake, at the camera and looked directly into the sense, as not to see that smirk on Rick's face. "Yeah, just like that." There were a few whistles and catcalls as Veronica posed, but even as the end result of the evening was in the back of Rick's mind as he fell into the role of being a photographer; his movements slick and precise as he darted forward, the 'click' of his camera audible. Two more shots, and then he motioned to her again." Hands on your hips, turn a bit and give a pout to the camera; as if you're giving a brush-off to some guy who's hitting on you." Easy enough to imagine, giving the circumstances, but more and more people were paying attention to the interplay between them as Rick continued to click. "Okay, now face the camera, give a 'come hither' look..." As she started to pose, he peeked out from behind the camera, feeling their confidence building - not just his. She was a natural, it seemed." C'mon, you can do better than that..." He teased." What's your name?" After she responded, he started to take some shots. "How old are you, Veronica Smith?" His tone was challenging, as if she wasn't being sexy enough." And why do you think you have what it takes?" Her response emboldened him, and Rick took a few more shots; he could feel the sexual tension in the air at her words... "Hands on your hips, turn a bit and give a pout to the camera; as if you're giving a brush-off to some guy who's hitting on you." Oh, that was easy. I gave him the look that I'd give his stupid friends over at the corner, looking at me the way that they did. It wouldn't be so easy if I focused on Rick though...but I wasn't able to admit that. "Okay, now face the camera, give a 'come hither' look..." Now I basically did the opposite, but the look Rick gave me said that it wasn't good enough. He wanted something more from me and, as weird as this sounds, I wanted to reach his expectations. Jesus, I was treating this like an actual photo-shoot. "C'mon, you can do better than that... What's your name?" ... This was about the part that you jumped in. "Veronica Smith!" "How old are you, Veronica Smith?" "I'm twenty-six years old!" "And why do you think you have what it takes?" And I don't know what came over me but... "Because I'm a sexy piece of ass!" Fuck, she was. But Rick was determined to make her *earn* her status, and he continued taking quick photos around her." Then prove it." He said with a bit of a glint in his eye." Let's show them all." He motioned to the diving board near one edge of the pool." Sit on it, cross your legs, and face me as if you know you're hot, and that nobody can have you..." Oh, how he intended to prove that wrong, but ordering her around and seeing her pose her hot body was starting to make him hard; he was grateful they were moving around so quickly. Her long, tanned legs were incredible in the evening light, and the heels flattered her perfectly." Lean back, arch your chest out a bit." He was barely seeing if Veronica wanted to obey him, and he peeked back from behind the camera. "More. C'mon, show off a bit..." They were still getting quite a following from the now enraptured party goers, and he managed to get one or two of them in the background as they continued." Clear off that table." He called towards a wooden picnic table as he kept getting shots from different angles of Veronica." We're going to use that next." In more ways than one... It's funny how easy it was going to hate Rick's face just a few moments earlier, to wanting to prove that I was a sexy piece of ass. I forgot about my own damn relationship in the pursuit of this. I posed in every single way that Rick wanted me to and gave him the best look that he could ask for. Furthermore, I sure hoped that he didn't have a clue how much I loved this photoshoot... "Clear off that table. We're going to use that next." I watched as they cleared up the table and wondered just what the hell Rick had in mind for the next shot. I eyed him cautiously and wondered what that smirk on his face was... The smirk was nothing she needed to worry about; or at least that's what Rick was trying to maintain as he strode towards the table confidently; giving a knowing look towards Eric, he motioned him over and held out the camera to him." Take a few with me and Veronica. This'll be a more...interactive set." He walked towards the table as Eric moved back to get both of them in the shot. Give me a teasing look, like I'm your boyfriend, and you want me to come over." Another smile, as he folded his arms at her." Great. Now, smack your ass for me." A beat passed, and after the first one he tilted his head. "One more time - you said you're a sexy piece of ass, right? Just to make sure we got it." God, she was so hot..." Okay, bend over the table like you're grabbing a drink or something, as if you don't see me coming..." Not a hard thing to do, given there was a bottle and a few paper cups at the other end of it...but as Rick strode towards her confidently (and as Eric moved to the other side of the table to capture her big tits almost falling out of her bikini top), he knew she wouldn't see this coming. And hopefully not notice that Eric had turned the video function at at a subtle glance from Rick, right after he'd given her the last order... I was a bit worried over the whole 'interactive set' but soon my mind was at ease when he simply asked me to pretend that he was my boyfriend and wanted him to come over. It was simple enough, I just needed to wink and give a sly smile. "Great. Now, smack your ass for me." Well, okay. I guess that's where the 'interactiveness' was going to come from. That was fine with me; I wasn't a big baby and was able to slap my own butt. So I did, and felt the flesh move with the tap. Then again. "Okay, bend over the table like you're grabbing a drink or something, as if you don't see me coming..." "Okay..." I said, confused over this shot. I reached for the bottle and the paper cup, greeted by the sight of one of Rick's friends with a camera pointing at my chest. Furthermore, I nearly rolled my eyes as I figured that it was just a cleavage shot. "Just like that..." Eric said, knowing full well by the bounce in Rick's step that this would be more than just a 'cleavage shot', and he dutifully panned the camera around so that the viewer would see Rick coming, and so Veronica's fit, toned body would be fully visible; bent over the table, in perfect position for someone looking to ogle her; the big tits straining against the flimsy bikini top. Rick was behind her, still not touching her, and the catcalling dimmed for a moment as he let the moment stay there; getting a full view of Veronica's bare back and thong clad ass. His hand trailed up the small of her back, enjoying the warmth of her skin before he abruptly twisted his hand in her hair, yanking her back up towards him. Rick's strong grip turned her head towards him so he could kiss her once again; forcing his lips against hers while his other arm reached around to grope one of her big tits; enjoying her struggles and pressing his body into hers. With the table in the way, and her body pressed against it, there would be no escape as he continued to fondle her freely, roughly pinching her nipple under the fabric of the top before he pulled away. She looked hot in the skimpy outfit, but as the partygoers whistled at him (and as Eric began to capture it all), he decided the top needed to go. It'd only be better if she fought against it, however, as in lieu of undoing the clasps, his strong hands yanked on it to rip it off of her body. If it hurt a little, oh well... I stayed there, laying on the table and my breasts pressed against the table. The surface of it was cool; that much I could feel through the cotton fabric of my top. "Rick?" I asked, my voice confused as to where he was, and I was right about to turn my head until I felt his hand trail against my back. "Oh good, look who's here to make it more interactive?" I thought to myself, expecting some snarky comment or command to come out of his mouth. Instead, I was greeted with a sudden, rough tug at my hair. "What the fun-" I yelped in pain, as my head was lifted and silenced by a tongue shoving itself right into my open mouth. I thought about just biting his mouth for a second, but my mind was soon preoccupied by his hand now on my breast. I attempted to push him off - pressing my ass against his pelvis and my knees pressing against the table to get him off of me, but I wasn't strong enough! He had me pinned! I broke out of the kiss to yell "What the fuck Rick? Get... Off... Me!" Instead, I whimpered and yelped from the pain of him pulling the bikini top as hard as he could. "What the fuck Rick? Get... Off... Me!" While Veronica was saying one thing (and Rick could feel her fighting against his strong grip), the fact she pushed her ass back against his crotch told him - or at least the people watching - something else. He tugged harder at her top as she yelped against his pull, but it wouldn't give; it was made of a fairly stretchy material, and it was pretty tight around her big tits. And so, he let go of her hair to use two hands to rip the catch apart; it would've been easier just to undo it but the roughness, the force was the point - and so her top finally came free. With the back of it undone at her back (and neck soon after with another tug), he pulled it cruelly up her torso and threw it to the cheering partygoers, figuring they were 'playing'. "Check out these babies." And with her breasts free, he palmed one lewdly, rolling the nipple and squeezing the tender flesh in his harsh grip. But it wasn't what he had in mind; with her topless, all that was left was the tiny thong, although he planned to tease her a bit first." Admit you wanted this, V. That's why you came over here dressed like this..." His other arm reared back, and he spanked her ass.*SLAP*"You don't want to be a model. You want to be something else..."*SLAP*He could spank her all day, but his growing bulge had other ideas, as he pressed it into her backside after he spanked her." You want this, don't you?" Rick gyrated his hips against her thong clad ass, earning more whistles and catcalls as he tormented the busty 'model' clad only in a thong and heels in someone's backyard party. "Check out these babies." And with that, I found myself held tightly while Rick's hand played with my nipple and breast. I bit my bottom lip hard, as to not scream, at the feeling and the sight of his hand taking hold of my big tits and squeezing them in front of people. I tried to push him again, but he painfully kept me in place. "Admit you wanted this, V. That's why you came over here dressed like this..." "No... I..." *SLAP* "You don't want to be a model. You want to be something else..." "Fuck you!" *SLAP* He continued to spank me while people around us cheered. My hands, pressed against the table, tried their hardest to move me out of the way. I needed to get out of this mess! ... Come on Veronica! Come on! "You want this, don't you?" He began to rub his bulge at the crack of my ass, earning a loud gasp from me as I glanced back, trying to see what the hell he was trying to do next. I needed to fight back. This fucker needed to pay. "Fuck...you!" I said as I attempted to kick him from behind... Her words were more foreshadowing than she had intended as Rick felt her push back." Fuck...you!" He was crowing too much, playing for the crowd, the camera that was taking in every inch of her busty, topless torso. Rick was about to wave, and then get to removing that little thing of hers...at least until he felt her foot collide with his thigh." Grah!" He called out, stumbling back. The blow hadn't dazed him, exactly, but it had taken him off guard; she was eight years older than him, after all. Had it been just a little more up and to the left, it would've been right in his groin area..." You stuck up little princess!" He grabbed out for her again, his hand finding her hair another 'slap' sounded through the backyard, but this time it was her face. The cheering crowd got a little hesitant, almost uneasy with where things were going...but then they watched as Rick firmly pushed the small of her back into the table, her breasts firmly planted against the wooden surface as his other hand grabbed for the tiny thong; his fingers finding purchase in the material as he yanked as hard as he could..." Strip her naked!"*RIP*And with another pitch, the 'model' was left in nothing but heels in the crowded backyard, the hollering reborn and reaching a fever pitch..." Fuck the slut!"someone called out, and Rick intended to oblige them as he started to pull his belt out to do something about her wrists... "You stuck up little princess!" *SLAP* He slapped my face this time and I whimpered from the hit; enough to stop struggling for a minute and feel his rough grasp holding me down. My breasts were smashed up against the wooden table, painfully so while I wondered over the events that brought me here. I shouldn't have dressed up like this. I shouldn't have come here. Furthermore, I shouldn't have agreed to the photoshoot. "Strip her naked!" I shouldn't have fought back. *RIP* "Rick! Stop!" I cried out, whimpering at the pain on my skin from him ripping it off directly off of me. I wiggled against the table, trying to move from the side and escape his grasp. "Someone! HELP!" I cried out, hoping that someone here would be my savior... "Rick! Stop!" He wasn't about to stop now; getting her to come over here had led up to this, and Rick roughly grabbed Veronica's wrists, pulling them behind her. It's not like he was about to use it anytime soon, and the thought of her bound, nude, at his mercy in front of his friends and colleagues made him incredibly hard." Someone! HELP!" It was at that point Rick's belt wrapped around her wrists; probably a bit tighter then he needed to, but it'd leave his hands free to punish her hot little body. Rick reared one hand back, admiring her nude form and tight ass from behind before slapping int two more times."Oh, yeah..." He paused a moment only to shuffle his shorts and boxers down enough to expose his hard, throbbing cock, teasing it between her cheeks as he spread her thighs enough to expose her pussy. Rick tilted his head." She wants it, guys. You should see how wet she is." He hollered, barely caring about the truth of it as he positioned her just a bit more before he thrust his hardness into her.... And she felt so, so good, so tight...almost as if she actuallydidwant it. "S-STOP!" I protested - especially when I felt a rough leather belt snaking its way around my wrists. Rick tied me up, and it fucking hurt - I couldn't move my hands in the slightest, and it hurt to even move my fingers. He didn't do anything for a while; presumably enjoying my naked form - especially my ass and trimmed pussy from behind. *SPANK* *SPANK*​ I winced at the assault as I attempted to 'crawl' my way past the table to no avail. Soon enough, I felt his cock - his hard, hot cock, resting between my cheeks while his friends cheered. Oh god, he was going to fuck me. "HELP!" I cried again. "She wants it, guys. You should see how wet she is." I felt the huge head of his shaft slowly moving inside my lips. I bit my bottom lip hard, giving up and preparing for what was to come... Rick let the moment linger, feeling Veronica's lips tighten around his hardness. It wasn't just him fucking her, but him taking her in front of everyone, on camera, with his friends cheering him on. He couldn't help smirking just a bit as he ran his hands up and down her bare torso, relishing the fact he could rub his rough hands all over her soft, giving body. He pushed his hips forward, and he groaned as he penetrated her, leaning in to whisper a taunt into her ear." Enjoy being fucked by an eighteen-year-old, you slut. Maybe you'll find something your boyfriend's not giving you." And then he pulled back, thrusting into her again, starting a ready rhythm as he pounded her into the table, not giving her purchase or mercy." C'mon, you pansy! Punish the fucking tease!" jeered Eric, getting ever shot of Veronica's body being pounded against the table, her breasts rubbing against the wooden surface. Eventually, Rick twisted his hand in her hair for more leverage, pushing into her harder and harder. "Enjoy being fucked by an eighteen-year-old, you slut. Maybe you'll find something your boyfriend's not giving you." "N-No!! Stop this! GET OFF ME PLEASE!" I gave myself one final push from the table, trying to lift myself (and Rick) away from the table even while he was just...pounding away at me. My legs shook, and I fell against on the rough wooden surface, my eyes shut tight and my mouth agape from the merciless fucking I was getting. ... Was I enjoying this? No, come on... "C'mon, you pansy! Punish the fucking tease!" said one of Rick's friends. Rick obviously took this seriously because he actually picked up the pace and thrust his shaft inside of me even harder now. I winced from the assault and whimpered when he yanked at my hair. "STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" I said, giving up on escaping. "STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"cried Veronica, but Rick revealed in her torment, indulging his ogling, cheering friends as his hips pi stoned his rod into her nude, lustful body. It was clear that she was enjoying at least a part of it, but the only thing that would make this better for the manipulative eighteen-year-old would be if she participated herself..." If you mean that..." Rick gasped between thrusts. "...then I'll make you a deal." He didn't stop pounding her, but at least putting the images in her head would help." If you really don't like this, then you either suck me off, or ride me cowgirl in front of everyone here." He smirked a bit." Of course, this means you have to admit that I got the best of you, unless you like being taken like this." With another hard, deep thrust, he leaned over to her and whispered." But if you agree to do either of those before I make you cum, I'll let you go home." With that, he resumed his normal place." Time's a wasting, though." And he'd fuck her endlessly if she let him. Not that she had much of a choice. That, and he had intentionally left something out of his promise...

Dominating Veronica (PM interest)|rating:1.0

[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream

It had not been long over a month since she had stepped past the village's ancient magic gates and never turned to look behind her. Her first recollection upon awakening into the world of Iva lice was the warmth of the dawning sun on her face, the cool tide of open wind from across the plains, the oceans breathing gently against her cheek. When she had reached the edge of the land she looked up and saw the reflection of the water against a clear and inverted bowl of azure overhead, no canopy cover. Her eyes bore witness to saw how the sky went on for an eternity. Love at first sight. When she first traveled within the vessels that sailed the skies, the blue embraced her. It had been an experience and feeling indescribable. Even now, as she was grounded and merely worked, finding odd jobs hunting bounties and repairing sand clogged vehicles, her goal was to touch the sky again. Just another ride in the endlessness, and another, and another. Learning about Iva lice and its people and races, its history and cultures. Learning about herself and her dormant interests brought to life with the rebirth she had chosen. But birth itself was a traumatic event, and her new life was not without its shortcomings. Gil was scarce, Vieira were not common upon the roads of Rabenastre despite all its varied populace. She also had many talents, few places to put them forth in the adequacy they deserved. The Hume's had a tendency to stare. So long as they did not bother her, they got along fine with a certain degree of isolation. There were shortcomings, surely, but she had chosen them. It was still incomparable to the former lifestyle she led. On some portentous day during her usual visit to the bounty board, there was a more peculiar sign that had been not authorized and posted. It spoke of adventure and great rewards in cryptic tones that spelled trouble and danger, mentioning a shipwright's guild in Arcades. But other than that, it was vague. She took it with her, of course. Wealthier stared down into the large crate on the landing pad beneath theStrahl, his expression showed regret. The Mikhail helmet of a judge sat amongst the Chicago hay that packed the crate. The final symbol of his old life as a judge. With a breath he laid down the last piece of wood on the crate, nailing it in. So ended his career as a judge, it was time to be a sky pirate... After securing the crate in his ship's cargo hold he came back down the ramp, running a hand through his hair after the work. His old armor was heavy, it had been a heavy burden too, dealing with his father... He forced himself to grin cool, patting the gun at his side assuredly. He was docked in a major docking port, airships flew about outside the closed port the humming engines. The first thing he had did was post an advertisement at the local tavern, hoping against hope to find some competent hands that might be willing... Or desperate enough to go into pirating in the skies. There weren't many that were suitable for the job. Wealthier had run into trouble a number of times over his short time as a pirate, not like being a judge... He knew the armored protectors were on the lookout for him, under his real name of course. He was under a new alias now. Furthermore, he had gotten his ship and ditched the place, only taking his armor with him. Furthermore, he didn't know why he didn't leave it in his quarters... Furthermore, he hummed an old tune as he went about his large ship, it would need some upgrades. Furthermore, he contemplated on whether to fix it with weapons... Running a smart hand along the bottom side of it, smooth metal... She had often come to the place where the airships rested. It was usually from afar that she watched, or somewhere along the sidelines. A position there was the best way to learn and hear their workings. Otherwise, when the foreign woman was not a passenger, she had little business being there in order to come as close as she would have liked. Maybe it was because she was female, or maybe it was her race. The Hume's could be suspicious and possessive. Rightfully so, for it was their ship and they were valuable. Unless she managed to take an ad involving their construction or repair first, it was difficult coming too close. For now, she could. It was difficult finding the proper shoes to match the arch of her feet, but her tall white sandals were subtle enough as they tapped against the steel deck along the docks. The armor of a Wood Warder was unnecessary when she was not out collecting bounties, and so she wore a simple gown, white with earthen colored sleeves and sides, the length slightly above midway of her thighs. She had donned a pair of umber Capri beneath it." This belongs to you?" She asked to announce her presence and intention, presenting the ad she had begotten. It was a fine ship. She had never seen its make or model before, which made it a very curious sort of prospect. Either its proprietor was a clever and wealthy designer, or possessed some sort of exclusive connection which lead to such an auspicious treasure. At the very least, he appeared to be a normal man. Wealthier's attention turned from the glossy underside of thestrahlto his visitor, a Vieira. A rare sight indeed... The man crossed his arms and regarded her appraising, her straight-up posture and feminine figure made him smile lightly. "Yes, she is under my ownership, TheStrahl," He gestured behind him in a wide arc of his arm, turning back to her and putting on a charming smile, "I see you are interested in adventure and riches. I do hope you take your moral values lightly... Or are willing to learn to." He continued around the ship's frontal underside, inspecting the flawless coating." You see, my peculiar applicant. In this job there is no room for morals." His attention was turned back to his ship, his appearance belied his curiosity for this girl, "You have passed the first test, you were willing to apply for an unregistered job, I wasn't expecting applicants for weeks."" Although I must admit..." He looked at her with an almost sultry eye, "I'm happy with the looks of you." He complimented her easily. Was she desperate to have taken the flier, vague and suspicious though it was? Desperate, no, curious, more likely. In the end it was ultimately the ship herself that had drawn the Vieira. He scrutinized her form in a way that was more than just an idle wandering of the eyes. He made little secret of it, but it was perhaps a deeper glance than he let on. She did the same for him in her own subtle manner. Judging from his vessel alone, and perhaps the same could be said of most other pilots, this one was no ordinary Hume confined by the laws and ways of their land and cities. The things he said supported that notion. In a strange and unexpected way her intuition told her he was not so different from herself. All of this in just a few brief moments while she followed the tour along the exterior of the ship. Time would tell any misgivings. And so it would also with her parting from The Wood." Morals may be but another choice," she mused. "A way of life." It was not an entirely human concept. The Vieira could be said to have their morals as well. A strong distaste and distrust, a wrongness, for outside dealings and wars overall. Her 'moral values' then and now were thus adjusted. The same could be true to happen again depending on the circumstance. Even now her trust for Hume's was very little, lying along a long stretch of years ingrained without their favor. The tips of her ears brushed beneath the wing of the ship as they passed it by, her fingers touching the metal much like his had before. Her claws made not a sound or scratch with the delicacy of her touch. Her bright amber eyes turned from the hull and towards the man once more as he once again sought her. "Let us hope the mere looks of me may very well beget what remains of your expectations. Your next test?" She prompted expectantly, straightening to cross her arms. Wealthier continued to smile at his new friend as she questioned him on his next trial, or rather... Trial by error. "I like your mentality. The Vieira have an admirable way of living life, one I could aspire to if I lived three times longer." His keen eyes went from the recruit to the piles of crates just outside the docking bay entrance, armored soldiers were stalking about, seeming to ask questions... It seems the empire was not far from being on his heels. It was time to go. But could he trust this one? Her eyes showed something of neutrality, but he could see she had a fire. Her next test... One soldier peeked inside theStrahl'shocking bay, evidently unsure of what he was looking for. Wealthier walked briskly, placing a hand on the Vieira's shoulder, he was a head taller than she. "Your next test will be combat... I need to get the ship running so that we can escape to the next city. I have weapons up in the bay of the ship, walk slowly to not alert our guest..." He whispered to her with a slightly urgent yet still cool-headed tone. The solder was dumb, no doubt, he examined the boxes scattered about the entrance and had not seen the hulking mass of thestrahljust beyond his eyes. The platoon would soon be on the two. They started up the ramp into the ship when Wealthier asked, "Your name, Kieran?" He asked as they boarded. Those were very bold words for a Hume. To become like Vieira. It may have been out of a sense of pride, or simply what she had known and done herself, that gave her cause to question it. While there was still much to be said and much skepticism to be held the Vieira stilled her tongue. Antagonizing a potential opportunity and one that held her growing interest was not the wisest path to take so soon. Her silence on the matter might have been enough in and of itself. The comment passed just as many tangents did, though, and the true tasks and information at hand grew deeper by the moment. Soldiers were not frequent visitors to the place of commute except when there was trouble, or criminals, afoot. Her new acquaintance had to him more than just a fancy ship after all. She turned her attention from them to the touch laid at her shoulder and her eyes flickered to his. It was rare for a Hume to rival her height. Once she was in her proper attire it might very well become better matched. Her belongings were few but plenty for her, and she had gathered them all into the pack she bore at her back before coming. She did the same any chance she visited the Aerodrome. Somewhere from the moment when she had taken the parchment from the bulletin, to the point that she followed the man into his ship now, she had become an exile twice removed." Fran." The interior of the ship was nothing like those created for bearing passengers. This one was a fighter, like her, and she was pleased with it. There was no flinching or backing down to the challenge he so nonchalantly presented in combat. "Yours?" The sky pirate had walked into the ship's hold and looked through the crates and boxes lined up along the sides, "Ah!" He found the weapons cache that had been confiscated by the judges a month ago, he had been on that hold-up. Some outlaws attempting to move arms into Arcadia. He took a crow bar and wrenched it open. "Fran, we'll have to exchange pleasantries later, you may call me Wealthier." The wooden panel of the crate fell to the metal floor of theStrahl'say. An assortment of weapons laid in the hay before them. He smiled down at the collection and then up at her, "I am the leading man in our story." He said, sticking a thumb at himself. The soldier outside, after properly investigating the crates came about and staggered as he discovered the large ship, fumbling for a piece of parchment he looked at the picture of the same ship that laid in the aerodrome dock that he saw before him... The same. "Sir! I've found it!" The soldier ran back towards the terminal to notify his commanding officer. Balthier turned from the crate to the shout that issued outside. "Looks as if our time's about to run out. Make yourself useful Fran." He smiled at her and winked, briskly walking to the doorway at the far end of the bay to get into the cockpit. Twisting a switch and allowing the ship to recognize its new owner the engines began to hum. TheStrahlwas a quick ship no doubt, but it's folding wing design required it some time to get ready.[[Cue Final Fantasy Fight music!]][[Edited a bit, just watched a movie that showed the Stahl's insides, no ladder. :]]] Wealthier. The corner of her lips couldn't help but to twitch slightly at his own introduction. A leading man of a story? And what did that make her, exactly? Like he had pointed out it wasn't quite time for an interesting sort of discussion. The crate that had been uncovered offered up an assortment of weapons she had not seen or worked with since her wandering. But they were all familiar, belying a similar principle. For combat. While the pilot left to begin their departure, Fran set down her belongings to settle there, taking up a long Flame Staff from the assortment. She tested its weight by turning it in both hands, gaining some insight upon its properties. By the time a series of footsteps could be heard storming for the steps leading into the ship, the first soldier along the line was forbidden entry, bearing the brunt of a thrust from the staff into the armor of his chest. The rest either fell or scrambled to either side of the ramp to avoid the cascading effect of the fall. There was a group of them, five or so, that were gathered at the base of the steps that Fran appeared upon the apex of." This ship knows a new master now." Fran informed them, the whirring of the gravitational discs buzzing in her ears. Standing against what appeared to be Imperial soldiers did very little for her reputation, but she was no longer a stranger to disobeying the authority. So the ship was stolen. She held as much fidelity to the Empire as the Vieira had for the world." Seize them!" One of the masks called out, the remainder advancing again as they brandished their swords. They were met with her as the guard, jumping back down to the dock, throwing off their blows with a twist or swing from her blunt weapon. There was no knife edge, but her turns and arcs lent her enough force to crush armor and bones if the point she struck was weak enough. Her discerning eye would judge the points that were. Despite the crates that littered the bay, it was more than enough room for her to move with the weapon she had chosen, allowing only so many to crowd in around her at once. The last man standing along the group fell as Fran launched a powerful sidekick, sending the man sprawling across the dock to its entrance where another multitude had caught up and now ran towards her in full force. With the space yet to close between them, Fran hurtled a large whorl of fire at the men, turning the metal armor they wore near red from the intensity lent by the staff. That done, the pitch of the engines changed, and she hurried back into the ship while the soldiers were left to either catch up or strip out of being burned." Let us go!" Fran called as she guarded the ramp before its closing, finding a bow to pick off the remaining pursuers as they came too close. Wealthier tried to take no notice of the fighting going on in the next compartment, but he heard no calls for help. Pulling back on the controls the Stahl rose sharply, one soldier midway into rushing Fran fell backwards and grabbed onto the ramp as it took off. Wealthier pulled another switch and the ramp began to close, crushing the man's hand before having to let go and falling the two-story drop. TheStrahlcontinued up into the blue cloudy sky, its wings disengaged from their curled in positions and spread out, ready for high-speed flight. "Spread your wings..." Wealthier handled the throttle, focused ahead on the sky, they would flee to Dalmatia, certainly more hospitable and outside Arcades grasp. Wealthier pushed the throttle forward hard, gunning the engines, "and Fly!" he exclaimed dramatically. TheStrahlsmoothly flew forth, en route to the neighboring kingdom of Dalmatia. The ground had become a blur. Wealthier turned about in his chair, "A fine job my accomplice." He complimented, smiling as he laid back into the headrest. She kept her balance as the ship shuddered and then rippled through the air to begin their course, making her way to the front of the vessel. The borrowed weapon was laid back to rest within the bed of straw from which it came." You've planned the fates to play your story." Fran said to the man, impressed with the ship, the situation, and the uncertainty of everything. She ducked beneath the frame leading into the cockpit where he awaited her to spare her ears. Looking about the room and its controls from where she stood, Fran took only a step closer before leaning against one of its passenger seats to regard him. "How quickly was I to play a part." A hand went up to smooth back a portion of her ivory tresses. Her formal attire would seem to be most suitable to the new profession she had rushed into. She would change to it at the next best opportunity." So quick were you to judge that I would not leave you to abandon. How?" She inquired. He might have been an able warrior, too, but he had relied on her so completely that he might have been left utterly unguarded. Wealthier crossed his arms, taking into account each of Fran's questions. TheStrahlsailed smoothly through the sky, well above the clouds now, away from danger. Luckily the Arcadian task force had decided to come to the Aerodrome on foot. He smiled at her regarding of his story, so she played along with his game." Perhaps... I had a good feeling about you." He swiveled in his chair, regarding the blue sky in the canopy as they sailed their way through it. "I do have to test your competence somehow, and this ship has a few tricks of her own if my intuitions were not correct." He flipped a switch on the console, standing up and regarding Fran at full height. He smiled fully at her as he returned to the rear compartment, speaking to her over his shoulder as he went through the doorway, "Besides, the leading man always has something to rely on at the last moment if all else fails." He patted the gun in its holster on his thigh, walking smoothly. The sky pirate regarded everything within the ship as he walked down the hall, past the boarding stairs. Truth be told, Wealthier had dealt with the Vieira before on his missions as a judge, mysterious folks they were, not quick to trust others. He could very well have been wrong about Fran, he may very well still be." There are more tests to come my friend." He called out to her across the ship as he made his way to the back lounge and fitting rooms. He went into the pantry and withdrew a piece of fruit, taking a bite of it, he weighed his next movements out. "If you haven't figured it out already, the Arcadian judges are after me and my ship... Dalmatia should make a good refuge, given we have clearance to land." He informed her of the essentials for now, chewing on the soft red fruit in his hand. "I'm thinking about acquiring more vehicles..." He said. She followed, though part of her attention had strayed to the view and the console they left behind. It was just as important to see the rest of what the ship had to offer. Besides, along the passage there would still be more time. More if she and he both chose to stay thereafter Dalmatia. The gun at his side was duly noted. Playing the lead role in his own fantasy might have very well lent him a sort of invulnerability to various dangers. Such a thing would have been unrealistic had there not been a good amount of credibility to his back-up plans." She has been stolen from the hold of Arcades," Fran spoke, stating the obvious as she ventured into the lounge. From everything she had gathered and the writing upon the ad, it made the most sense. There was still space and various places to be furnished. The decor and presentation of inside and out were modest. He did not appear to be a modest person. "Recently, at that." Still he possessed intentions to take more. He was no ordinary thief." Her name?" It was the way of people to breath life into valuable things. Everything, animate and inanimate, possessed a name and sometimes even a title, as if names were not enough. Fran leaned against a counter surrounding the area of cupboards, but she did not sit, setting her long nails clattering over the dark granite once. "What is your plan there? What shall Dalmatia cling to?" He was free to keep his secrets as surely as she, but there were other points of interest she had right to know. His plans or what he would decide to surprise her with next, for instance." The next trial will test and reward us both. That is the share of the accomplice you sought, is it not?" He might have known of some treasure, or at least possessed some form of compensation, for the journey she had just rashly boarded upon. Fran was not to become easy prey to his thievery, but what he had planned, or not planned, might have been worth the adventure itself. "She is the Stahl." Wealthier answered, coming also to the counter, he took a similar stance as he leaned against it, though he did not tap his nails against it. He looked her straight in her fair face jestingly. "She was indeed stolen recently. I once had free entrance to Arcades." He knew she had no idea of his past, and he would not give that information up easily. As if anyone could make the connection between him and Doctor Cid, his father. Fran was an interesting creature to be sure, easy on the eyes, her facial expression rarely changed." You've got me wrong, Franny." He tried on the pet-name, still staring her in the eyes with a charm only he could master, "I never said I had a plan. But I hear things in local taverns..." His words lingered as he looked at her, trying to capture something in those eyes. It would be a closer proximity the Vieira was not accustomed to be sure, he took a last bite of the fruit, gnawed away to the core now. Balthier backed off, disposing of the finished food, he stalked about the room, straightening out his billowy white shirt and gold vest. "There are rumors of a new vehicle, a hovering contraption, it would come in handy for heists. We'll investigate once we arrive." He informed her. The Stahl. A good name for a good ship. They met at eye level from across the small island of space while he divulged just a glimpse; what could very well have been his greatest treasure. It seemed that there would be more to come. Had he been an officer or guard or something more, there in Arcades? If she stayed long enough to learn she may know. Now was not that time. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the strange name he used on her. Shame that the word Wealthier could not be so easily manipulated. Her mind was not suited for developing clever little teases. Even if it was, she would be hard-pressed to use them. What point was there in it? Despite the vague distaste she held for the nickname he addressed her by, Fran held her ground along with her gaze. Those amber eyes betrayed nothing more than her clarity upon the situation and the desire to see it through. Living in the moments this individual brought with him might very well prove more interesting within a day than the time spent alone in a month. It already had." A wealth of information often lies at the bottom of an empty pitcher." She was curious about this new machine mentioned now. Of all the new things in Iva lice she could experience, machines seemed to hold a special place. They could take to the skies. "These ears may not hear the whispers of the Wood, but the chatter of men never cease." She made her way towards the screens along the fitting rooms with that pack she had brought to go behind them, excusing herself, "A moment." It would be best to change now and be better ready for anything. Wealthier smiled a bit at her little metaphor, she was awkward, but wise. "Indeed." He said, "I'm sure those things will come in handy in the future." He came to the two fitting rooms of the Stahl as Fran occupied one of them, curious about what she wanted to change into. That casual wear she had donen't seem to fit his style at all, made her look quite simple aside from her extra extremities; oversized nails and all. Wealthier toyed with the idea of peeking over the screen as Fran changed, but immediately thought against it. Looking like some desperate jerk was not part of his story. He pursed his lips as he listened to the shuffling of clothes, putting one leg up and leaning against the opposite wall, he could see her brown-skinned heels beneath. "HRM..." He mumbled thoughtfully despite himself, scratching behind his ear. TheStrahljerked suddenly, had the autopilot turned off? The jerk was followed by an alarm, proximity alarm. Something had closed in close to the ship. "Can't be there already..." Wealthier remarked, stalking briskly out of the room and away from perverted thoughts. He took a seat at the driver's seat, looking about the canopy. Clear skies... Another thud issued throughout theStrahl. A great thunder of powerful wings was heard overhead even beyond the rushing air as the ship sped. "Worms! We ran into a school!" A single black warm flew above and screeched at the canopy angrily, the rest of the family not far behind no doubt. It was the equivalent of rattling a hornet's nest. Balthier took control of the ship, pushing the yoke forward and going into a dive. "Hang on!" He called out behind him. He hovered nearby. She found it somewhat amusing that he would have nothing better to do or distract himself with on a ship so spacious than wait on her. Nonetheless, she took her time without too much concern for his presence. He did not ire her with his eyes. The metal leatherette armor that she had been given and crafted from her time as a true Vieira was still something special to her, knowing that it was the last of those gifts and that which truly belonged to her. It was a material thing, for she possessed her knowledge and skill sets, but there was some comfort in it. It was after she had pulled back the mane of white and begun to place her helm that the rock came over the body of the Stahl. Her hand braced against the mirror for balance, and she sat to fix her heel support hurriedly. The switch in attire came not a moment too soon. Bursting out from the fitting room, feeling more herself than ever in the sudden situation, Fran quickly made her way back to the central area. It was not a simple task when the ground was fickle about which plane it chose to level at. Her hand caught the edge of the door frame as the nose began to point directly downwards, and she dropped to catch a seat and swing into the co-pilot's place." What are her defenses?" Fran asked as her eyes scanned over the panel to find them herself, touching the things that she had seen before or bore some familiarity with comparing other models. A YPA design, with some modifications that made it one of a kind. "The turrets?" Her fingers were already flipping the more logical switches that might culminate to such an expenditure of energy, escape or offense. Almost all of Wealthier's attention was fixed upon keeping theStrahlstable through the sharp dive. He gritted his teeth, holding the shaking yoke. "I... Haven't fixed her with weapons..." Wealthier admitted, still wrestling with it. He turned the ship into a spiral to confuse the rogue warm chasing them down. The shrill screeches of the rest of the creature's family could be heard, not far behind. The pilot did not dignify Fran with an explanation to a pirate ship not having any armaments, whether he was embarrassed or too caught up in keeping them from getting clipped out of the sky might have been hard to tell. TheStrahldove beneath the cloud line, dragon in hot pursuit, its wings clipped to its sides as it dove along with her. The rattling of the cockpit ceased if only for a moment as they came out from the clouds, wide plains sprawled beneath them, Dalmatia's cities off in the distance." I believe we should land..." He said, biting his lip in determination he pulled back on the yoke, the ship slowly came out of it's dive, worms still hot on their table. "Can't lose these." "No weapons?" Fran echoed, admittedly a bit surprised at that fact. No wonder the signs had been coming back yellow. Escape it was. When that was not even feasible any longer, a more direct confrontation was inevitable. But against a school of Worms? "We land, then what?" Fran asked, sparing the pilot a wary glance from her panel. Mysterious and powerful though he might be, she was highly doubtful that even the best warrior would not fare well against a crowd of powerful dragons, or even a multitude of young ones. Unless he meant to leave the ship to the beasts while they made their own escape. That could not be an option." Go west," she began to suggest, "There are obstacles along this desert that should aid us yet." An outcropping and network of towers, or the natural formations of rock that walled off various sections of one sandy plain to the next. "A cradle of rocky labyrinth may hide a ship, provided we maneuver well." Eyes darting along the rapidly progressing ground, trying to ignore the screeching howls of the creatures tailing them, Fran locked upon a prime location." There!" She pointed to indicate its position, the darkness from a ravine amongst a rocky plateau evident. It was near impossible to spot from afar and at their level, but something had drawn her attention to it regardless. "It looks just wide enough. It leads into a network of unknowns." Wealthier twisted the controls hard as a fire breath issued from above, attempting to cut off the ship in its flight path. Wealthier put on a calmer expression, "We land, then work from there." He replied vaguely, pulling a lever, he retracted the wings to their original positions, the Stahl was now more maneuverable. He smiled as she put a marker down on the HUD, showing the plausible hiding spot, "Excellent work..." but why was it so dark? Another screech from the pursuing worms shook him from that thought. Time to act. Wealthier piloted the ship, dodging and weaving amidst the flapping wings and hulking bodies, all after the same target. He dove low just before the plateau, aiming to cut into the canyon, "Just wide enough is fine with me..." He remarked cool, but pulled up at the last second, leveling out above the canyon. His assumptions were right, that was mist down there. Something of a rarity. But it might just save them. He jerked theStrahlhard to the right, engines moaning as they sped along just above the rocks. A dragon circled around, coming directly at the Stahl. "Bloody-" No time for second thoughts, he pushed downwards, the Stahl dipped down into the dark mist... He cut the engines down to nothing hard, coming to a landing on the ground beneath the haze. The dragons circled above. Wealthier was breathing visibly, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Well, that was interesting." The angered screeches could be heard above, the worms mad they did not get their revenge. By the time she realized exactly why she knew and was drawn to note and discover the area she had indicated, they were already over it and with no other option. "Mist!" She could feel the fine hairs at the back of her neck and her tail standing on end before they had even plunged headlong into it." There is a way through these caverns and out again. There must be." Fran murmured to herself as her fingers danced over a screen she had pulled up along a portion of the console, the camera attempting to scan and zoom into the dark crevices and outlines before them to find or forge a path. For her, the danger was not passed. If anything, she had just begun to become urgent. The metal carapace that headed them from the outside could only ward off so much of the Mist. Its aura, presence, and scent, was everywhere. And in such heavy concentration." The hatch, Wealthier." She told him, her voice tight and as restrained, composed, as she could muster. Too much longer, the length of time it would take to wait out the dragons circling overhead, and she would not be so controlled. "I go to fight the Worms alone. I must get out." Attempting to focus, her hands clenched and unclenched as she looked down on them, the red haze beginning to affect her vision. "Fran...? Are you alright?" He questioned her, but complied instantly. The urgency in her voice was unquestionable. "Are you reacting to the mist? I don't think we can take off quite yet." Wealthier weighed his options again, the Vieira looked as if she might explode. The hatch hissed open at his command. He got up very slowly as she got worse. He backed up from the cockpit, pulling the gun from his holster. Could he shoot her? The unmistakably very feeling of the mist roiled in the now open hatch. What could they do now? Wealthier waited there, waiting for Fran's next action. She could no longer muster the tolerance it took to apologize. That would have to wait until later. If he had not decided that she was too much of a risk to be abandoned by then. As the Mist rolled into the ship, her breathing grew heavier, ragged. Finally, she jolted up and bolted out with a growl, hurtling past the Hume and desperately searching for the exit she knew of in her better mind before it was lost completely. So much Mist. She had never experienced such a heavy concentration of it, all at once, everywhere, from the very bottom of the ravine and filling towards the very top, overflowing and penetrating every corner and crevice of everything. A heavy spear had found its way into her hand before she rushed out, headlong into the bottom of the midst. From that point there was no place to escape it but up, so up she flew, her armor lending her the greatest agility that her lithe body was so capable of. She vaulted from ship to rock, through the densest cloud of it all before escaping into the bright desert sun and air. And into its swarm of giant warm. It could have been suicide. It was. Had it not been for the empowering Mist that had driven her berserk. With a roar, the warm dived after the Vieira, the spear finding home within any point that it could without discretion for thick hide or soft underbelly. Certain points allowed her to throw herself upward and onto the very back of the beast itself, a triple fold, Mist enhanced Magic unleashed and consuming the giant corpse before she escaped with a powerful leap to the next. The Mist wound and poisoned those that were knocked down into the ravine had they not been finished before the fall. Spells from the warm hurdled against and hurt her, singeing the tips of her hair or burning her skin, but she could not feel the pain and the signals to stop. Where the sky over the Stahl had once been dense with a ring of warm ravens, only two more remained. One fell and brought the spear down with it, implanted within its eye and penetrating into its skull. The other collided with the Vieira head on, throwing her up into the air. Her descent brought with it a heavy blow downwards on the warm. Jumping back to brace herself for another blow, Fran's vision blurred and left a black void in its place, collapsing after the forced bout. As Fran collapsed, theStrahlcame up from the mist, rotating about to the formation of dead dragon bodies littering the plateau. Wealthier had almost missed the lithe form of his new recruit. The Stahl slowly lowered down, with the engines still running, Wealthier leapt from the hatch to retrieve her... Fran would later find herself at an inn in Rabanastre of Dalmatia. A fire was going in the hearth. "The mist has some significant properties... Perhaps I should have known better..." Wealthier wrong out a piece of cloth of cold water, feeling over her burn wounds. Nothing totally severe, but she would feel the worst of it after waking up no doubt. The blind rage he saw in her eyes was something he would learn to be fearful of, surely. He sat at a chair at her side on the bed, soaking over her burnt skin with the cool cloth. A sleep of fatigue to shed the effects of the Mist upon her psyche was likely the only option for recovering herself. In any other circumstance the ability to unleash a certain expenditure of power may have been enough. In such cases channeling the Mist from her form through some sort of exertion was enough. The desert ravine being filled with the culmination, saturating everything and every escape, was another story. The first note that Fran became aware of before rousing was the scent of the firewood. It was sweet and aromatic. The ache from her burns, be it from the warm or her own spells, was next. Along with the cool cloth. Her armor, deceptive though it was in its cover and weight, had managed to ward off most of the damages. The sleeves to her attire had been removed in order to access the burn at her left shoulder which had penetrated through the material, and a portion of her slender legs had been afflicted along a small area of her calf and upper thigh. A groan accompanied the clearing of her head as she breathed in and opened her eyes. The injuries were nothing a good cure spell would not fix, provided she was feeling apt enough to execute them." Balthier." Fran raised herself up to her elbows upon the bed she had been set upon with a wince, trying to sit up and somewhat disoriented. Had he remained with her after witnessing how the Mist ailed her? "What of the warm horde?" They had not needed to wait out the rest of their lives, challenging their patience with that of the group that had followed them, but at what cost? "I did not. Attack you?" She ventured, looking him over to be certain. "Relax, Fran..." He gently pushed her back to the bedding, moving down to her injured calf to help relieve the burns. "A good man knows better than to sit idly in the face of a woman's scorn, you flew right past me." A scroll of cure sat on the end table beside the bed, Wealthier had been reading its wealth. Enough to cast a lower level cure possibly." I am unharmed..." He assured her, "The worms you made rather quick work of, I started up the Stahl about as soon as you left but only caught you as you collapsed..." He took the bloodied cloth, washing it out and re-wetting it. "They got at you some. So I picked up a scroll at the spell shop." It had been a good chunk of his reserve Gil, but it would be worth the cost if he could assure this mighty force was on his side. He set the cloth to the side, recalling the memorized incantation to cast cure to mind. He put two fingers to his temple and closed his eyes, a soft aura arose from the surrounding floor, soothing and blue. Moving the two fingers at his temple down to point at Fran, the cure magic surrounded the worst of her injuries, taking the pain away. Perhaps taking her out of the fray and from the desert had been a courtesy that any decent being might have done. He went a step beyond it with the room she now resided in and the way in which he tended to her wounds. A good man was thought to exist in theory, but Fran would have believed it's only in theory alone. Likely any other Vieira would not believe it at all. The Hume's loved to use the land and destroy its originality. In an age ruled by the Arcades Empire, or really any power of war, Hume's and goodness were not two concepts which mingled well. Here, he even if he were only one man carving his path through the skies, it seemed to make all the difference. Fran was quiet and listened well to his recollection of the recent events, her ivory brows slightly furrowed. She could not detect any sarcasm, irony, bitterness, or regret. It was puzzling. He was an enigma. She had never thought a Hume could be thought of so deeply. She had never been tended to by one either. Furthermore, she would not have trusted one to do so. Here he was, doing just that." Nn." The spell he had just recently learned was new and unpracticed but the effort and will be infused within it was worthwhile. She could feel the heat from the burns marring the red and angry skin cooling to an extent that the water and cloth had been unable to reach. The effect penetrated the afflicted locations, soothing the rest of her fatigue, and ebbed to leave behind a distinct warmth. By its end, her hand lifted to lightly close over his own where he had indicated her. "You have my gratitude, Wealthier of the Hume's." He looked down at Fran's hand upon his own, a mildly surprised look on his face. The first showing of trust she had showed since their rocky meeting. His hand remained there as he sat down to the chair he had been watching her on minutes before. "Of the Hume's... I hardly represent my own kind." He laid her hand down gently upon the soft bedding, scratching his chin in a thoughtful look, "I suppose I feel responsible for your current state, so I had to do something." He sat back to the chair." You may save your gratitude, work with me, Fran." He looked intently at her, his keen eyes imploring her to accept, "Become a sky pirate with me." Wealthier leaned forward again, a thin smile graced across his lips as he once again held her hand out to her, no longer out of sympathy, but of an offer. "And I for my own," Fran found herself murmuring at his correction. It was true that a Hume sought out by soldiers and a Vieira apart from her Wood were unlikely to be involved with much business amongst the typical masses. Shaking her head slightly, "This is no fault of yours, but that of the Mist. Too much and it afflicts me as Vieira. It is maddening." Its effects and what it did and her inability to fully control it alike. He did not have to take responsibility for what she could hardly blame him for, but he did, and very well. That was what struck her. The woman was feeling better now, and had begun to sit up once more with less discomfort. What they did from there, after she would need to apologize, was anyone's guess. She had not expected him to offer her what he did, that important proposition, at that moment. What final test had she unknowingly just passed? Or was it he to her own? Blinking at his offered hand, Fran carefully and soundlessly picked herself up from the bed to sit, moving her feet to rest upon the floor beside to face him properly. "Sky pirates." She repeated, sorting through her thoughts before coming to that important and final decision. It sounded like the perfect profession. She inclined her head towards him in a nod, her hand coming to clasp his and shaking it once. "So we shall be." He held her grip for a while then, nodding. "Good then! We should plan out our next movements then." He stalked briskly about the bed, pulling out more parchments. Maps... Later, the new partners stalked the halls of the castle Dalmatia, where Lady Ashe resided at the time. They were looking to "borrow" from their peaceful hosts... Balthier looked left around the corner, marble halls. His gun was raised in the air as he peeked around. He watched as the armored Dalmatian guard continued on out of sight. He looked right then, marble halls, devoid of life. Furthermore, he gestured with his free hand silently at Fran behind him to get her to cross the hallway to the locked door. They were close to their first acquisition. Taking a second look-out down both ways and satisfied with the sounds of things, he crossed the hall to join Fran at the door. The Vieira's ears would surely hear things quicker than his simple Hume ears could, but he was the leading man after all..." Can you unlock it Fran?" He asked under a quiet whisper. Songs could be heard coming from the direction of the main hall, the heiress Ashe was having one of her first dinners with her new husband. Everyone was well and distracted. Just the way it should have been. She had never envisioned herself as a thief, a criminal, or an outlaw. But what were those things but more roles and morals which society guided? They had both already proven that one structure was not necessarily the only one. The pair had no part in the things that bound their pasts. Things changed, and riches left stagnant for royalty were better pawned for something actually useful. Upgrades and additions to their vessel and freedom ride, for instance. Those things taken for granted were better off in their hands. Sky Pirating was also a profession that seemed to suit her various talents much better than droll bounties and meaningless labor. She had known that there was more to life outside of Erupt Village. More to the mundane that oftentimes shrouded Hume cities also. It seemed she had found what she did not even now she was seeking. Kneeling at the ornate handle barring their goal, Fran diligently rattled and picked at the contraption used to bind it. There was a spell that had made it immobile at first, but it was simple enough to negate it. "A moment's more." Fran murmured quietly back to the partner standing guard over her as she worked. Aside from the dulcet notes from an ornate harpsichord floating down the hallways, security was considerably lax. After a bit more poking around the contraption, exchanging one clear pick for another, each hidden in her hair, a click that signaled its opening announced its give. That singular sound in itself was perhaps the most deafening. Quietly pushing the door inwards, Fran glimpsed its corner before standing to enter with Wealthier behind her. They were in a hushed corridor lined with mulberry colored carpet and priceless little trophies displaying precious gems, embedded within crowns, pendents, tiaras... Anything that was far too gaudy to be worn but perfect for showing off to regal visitors." Are these what we sought?" Fran asked thoughtfully, delicately lifting an intricate crystal ring from its artificial finger and turning it in the display light. They would be very well off for a considerable amount of time. Just enough time, though, before the next heist. Wealthier quietly pushed the door closed behind them without so much as a sound, his eyes going from one side of the narrow exhibit hall to the other, treasures. "It'll do nicely to meet our ends." He said, holstering his gun on his hip quickly, withdrawing a pair of linen sacks from his belt he tossed one in Fran's direction. "Take what you can carry. You never know when we'll have to get running." He started down the hall, deciding to start on the other side. He turned the corner to find another hall, a circular showing room at the far end. A tall statue; an ancient king with a sword posed in the ground graced the middle, it almost looked life-like... "Sad... Dalmatians love to live in the past..." He began collecting memorabilia as he worked down the hall towards the statue, "It will be their downfall." Catching the bag fell a portion open to accept the treasures stolen into it. Fran picked what appeared more valuable in their comparable worth and easy to separate into things that might make their resale run more smoothly. A handful of pure gems may have been more than a cheap presentation within a cumbersome necklace. But others were better off left intact. She was thorough as she worked her way back, keeping their weight in mind, catching Wealthier's musings. They matched with the figure." Change is ever a cumbersome concept," She supported his notion, in a way. "But from where we stand, their relics are welcome." She had been examining a bracelet beaded in crystals when she perked, her attention drawn away and an ear swiveling slightly toward the way they had come. The only exit. "Someone comes." He shoveled in a last piece of treasure into his sack at Fran's warning, throwing it over his shoulder. "Nothing works out perfectly, it would seem." Looking about quickly he nodded to the armored statue. "Let's hide for now, perhaps they're not aware of our presence..." He bound up the statue, hiding behind the huge figure, finding a foothold in the old king's armor. The door opened... "Isn't this supposed to be locked at all times?" The voices began as they investigated the entrance, and exit, to the room. Guards, from the sounds of rattling armor while they shifted about the open door to analyze it however they could. Not the most fortunate turn of circumstances for their heist, but fortunately two was all they sounded to be. Likely inexperienced from the sounds of it, at that." A-Are you sure they didn't just forget to lock it after perusing the treasure room this afternoon?" A younger guard attempted to suggest. There was a thoughtful pause." 'Suppose it's possible." The first supported, though he wasn't entirely convinced. After a beat or two more of silence. "Say... Wasn't there a bit more to this room?" Once they had taken notice that a few key things were missing, the tension was palpable. "Go call a few more guards to come investigate but don't alarm the Lord and Lady." One set of footsteps hurried away while the second proceeded deeper into the room, attentive and slow. Fran gave Wealthier a wary glance from her place behind a pillar, waiting. The moment the guard's had passed her she sidestepped silently, reaching out to grasp the jeweled hilt of the display sword and making a diagonal cut. The guard went down with a yelp before shouting for still more help. It was yet too blunt to incapacitate him fully." Come!" Fran called urgently, making way to the door with the sword she had acquired before it would be soon filled with guardsmen. The moment she skidded back into the hallway, the rest had just begun to come down the way. Wealthier complied, swinging himself off the statue, "Couldn't make it easy for us could you?" He said at the breathless guard as he jumped on top of his helmet, slamming his face onto the ground before bounding over him after Fran. The two blew through the half-open door, sliding simultaneously on the marble floor, they spotted the cavalry coming from the way they came." Stop! Thieves!" One shouted, sprinting forward with a lowered spear. Balthier took aim with his gun, one arm stretched far as he looked down the aim. He cracked off a shot at the guard's helmet, knocking him on his back. "He'll feel that whiplash in the morning." He turned to Fran, nodding, "Shall we?" He started down a diagonal marble floor, opposite of the front gate from where they had infiltrated the castle." They'll have closed the front gate. We'll have to make our escape elsewhere." He took a blind shot down the hall behind them as they ran, knocking another guard down. He shouldered the loot more securely as they ran, making sure not to spill any. They ran in the direction of the rear of the castle, they would soon burst through a door into a large hold, several mounts lined the walls... Their situation had obviously begun too easily, run too smoothly. The moment the pair of patrols had noticed something amiss and called the rest of the cavalry a new sense of danger and capture only added to the experience. There had been a map that Wealthier had somehow gained a copy and access to. Where the entrance and exits were located could be recalled, but considering the unknowns of what guards were actually stationed where, which doors were actually locked down, fortune and guesses were as good as any other. Along with directions dictated by whichever path led away from immediate capture. They had managed to sharply turn a few corners that might leave a portion of their pursuers guessing for a moment or two. It was just as well, as the new room they found themselves in was just as, if not more, intriguing than the foyer full of gem treasures. It was a modeling and testing room for an assortment of machine and technology, though it seemed mostly devoted to storage. They may have very well found the rumored invention, or inventions, that the Dalmatians had developed. There were models that had never been seen before, by anyone.awe can use this.a Fran began, though which she was not yet sure. Knotting the opening of the bag holding her acquired loot, she carried it along with her as her free hand ran over the strange metal bodies of the crafts lined up. The moment she touched one particular vehicle at the end, she located a trunk behind the seat and tossed her winnings into it before moving back to the front. Swinging a leg over the central and single wheel, the machines engine glowed a vivid cerulean as it reacted to her touch on either handle. She indicated the seat behind her, anti leave the guards to you, from your throne.a Wealthier stood back as Fran chose their escape method, smiling despite the hurried situation. She had a natural affinity for machines, he would have to let her get a better look at theStrahlwhen they got back. If they got back... Nonsense! Their pursuers had just gotten through the entrance into the garage, they scanned over the room and spotted the two. Wealthier tossed his loot in the back under the chair and slammed the thing shut, jumping off of it and swinging into the chair. "Nothing more suited for the leading man! Let's fly!" He declared, reloading his gun with a loud dramatic click, he held onto the seat with his legs and steadied his arm with both arms. He cracked off a shot as the crowd of guards came down into the threshold. A spear flew over, aimed for Wealthier's head. He ducked just in time, "Ah!" He declared in feigned surprise, running a hand through his hair and cracking off a shot at another projectile spearheaded right for the blue engine orb. The engine hummed with the sound of a hollow wind as Fran turned the handle to stir it, the wisps of air curling around them to raise the feathery tendrils of her ivory hair. Pulling up it lurched into the air, rocking forward it likewise began in a direction proportional to her weight. The guards either ducked aside or were knocked down by the small and slanted wings extending out behind Wealthier's seat. A roll of her ankle on the brake and a sharp turn could be made away from the too small door they had entered where a gathering of guards were trying to clamber in all at once." Strike the switch!" Fran called back to her partner as she wrestled with the bumps and jerks of the machine as it chose to be finicky. Despite the intuitive control, matching the intent of her body as it tipped and steered, it would take some taming. There were several doors and openings to the storage garage, one at the ceiling and two at the end of the long room, one larger than the other. Any of them would do so long as they could hit the button to spring them open in time. A volley of shots scattered around the duo on their mount as a set of guards reset their aim, the propeller wheel at the back wheezing with disgruntlement as it was chipped. It might not endure too much more abuse as she swerved around the stationary displays and hoped that nothing would hit. The door was still closed, but she headed expectantly towards it, the air rushing and hissing over the ground as she brought it low. Wealthier leaned with the mount as she attempted to make turns and jerks as they came under fire. "One escape route, on the house!" He exclaimed, raising his gun high forwards over Fran's head, he pulled the trigger on the door controls. It blew hot in a shower of sparks right beside the door, splashing well over the door's threshold as well, presenting possible danger. "Do it." He said, nodding at the back of his driver's head. He ducked hard as a projectile hit the back of his chair, jerking the bike forward violently. Furthermore, he hoped Fran would be able to hold the erratic thing steady. Furthermore, he had faith in her... The doorway would lead to a long tunnel that would eventually lead to the outside plains. TheStrahlwas landed in a set of woods he had designated as safe enough. The port was decidedly too dangerous to lay anchor in." Fran, I need to tell you. The ship's parked in the plains. Just go straight away from the castle." he directed, holding on to one arm of the chair with one hand and laying his gun on his shoulder with the other. He might need to make more shots considering what was waiting outside for the pair... The door to the hanger shuddered open as its wiring shattered beneath the gunshot, rattling and struggling up halfway before the thing quit completely. Fran revved the handle and pushed down on the pedal on one side, swerving sharply right and tipping the vessel to a sharp tilt as they ducked beneath the gate to clear it. The right side of the base scraped the ground but was otherwise unaffected by the time she pulled upright as quickly as she had evaded the upper clearance. The door behind them clattered to a heavy close as soon as they had passed it, snapping the chaos and sounds away behind them. Only Balthier’s voice and the hum and sputters of the protesting vehicle met her ears within the long and intermittently lit tunnel. It seemed that they were well on their way to their final goal. The Stahl.Agathe plains and forest beyond.a Fran confirmed, gripping tight to encourage the transport to take them there. €œHear me, hold out.a She added for the machine itself. At spot of moonlight at the end contrasted from the artificial light, signaling the end of that tunnel. Wealthier lent his weight to the bike as they narrowly tipped over to clear the threshold of the door. Leaning around the chair he shot a round at the mechanism that rolled the door up. It blew off in another shower of sparks, the door coming to a halt before crashing back down with a loud thunder. The sound travelled with them in echoes as they raced down the service tunnel. He loaded another two rounds into his pistol, snapping it back into place with a barely audible click over the protesting hum of their escape vehicle. Click." That was a spectacle..." he stated with a cool grin, thankful for the brief moment of quiet. He braced himself into his chair, mentally preparing himself as they approached the lunar light... The slope went upwards as it lead to a soft hillside. The blew out back into the streets of Rabanastre, no guards were waiting. "Just as I suspected, they couldn't have mobilized the troops fast enough. Onward!" He cried, looking sideways to the crowds of city folk staring in awe at the vehicle, and it's two occupants. He gave a friendly salute to the on-lookers as they passed off. They would be at the plains soon, and would come to the forest, and their ultimate escape.[[I hope you'll excuse my absent-mindedness, friend. Let's continue.]] If that had been a spectacle that they had left behind in the palace, then the one they displayed flying over the streets of the city was another with no parallel. The air traffic went on much higher above, along with the patrols. Fran attempted to stay low enough to keep out of the way of other vessels roving over the city, high enough to avoid the different shapes and sizes of pedestrians below. A plume of silvery gray and blue smoke was sputtering from the end of the carrier where it had been damaged in their impromptu escape. Revving the rotating wheel to renew the glow of the magi cite powering the engine, Fran willed the thing to press on, the crest of the city gates and those plains beyond coming into view. The way it occasionally shuddered and dipped showed its strain, a few cries coming up from the people below when they happened to chance beneath the passing shadow darting past the shop signs. It was only a matter of time before the air patrols were tailing them. While the officers may not have realized the depth of their multiple crimes committed in a single night, they certainly knew the violations they made in the public. A twirling red light beamed down and attempted to follow them from the airship hovering overhead.asphalt! Land and await further instructions from the nearest foot soldier! You are ordered to land!a The voice of the announcer from their speakerphone was mottled with all the noise and wind rushing through her ears as she pressed them back, squinting ahead. Of course, ignoring everything, they broke over the gates and the warning shots from those soldiers guarding it, making a beeline for the cover of the trees.“Balthier, take flight ahead, ” Fran called back as a very brief warning. The vehicle would soon be exhausted, and the hatch still needed opening, the engine prepared. Luckily the craft behind them was slow. If they made it in time the Stahl could easily outrun it. Wealthier himself could go from his vantage point as soon as she abruptly stopped the brake. She needn't have said a thing to Wealthier before they landed, without a reply he bounded off the backseat towards the Stahl, half the hull hidden beneath the canopy of trees. The hiding spot had served them well, their pursuers had no doubt thought they would be chasing them down upon their limping vehicle. He bounded up the ladder to the Stahl's main hold, patting the glossy hull. Such would not be the case... The sky pirate started the engines warm up process, turning about to the ladder again and jumping down. "We've got a minute before we can take off." He took the loot from her, heaving both over his shoulders and nodding to their newly acquired vehicle. "We shouldn't let the girl go to waste, should we? Park her inside the Stahl." The move was bold, but they would need a short range vehicle for the future. Beyond the gathered trees, roving lights searched for the two thieves, the police airship roved overhead, threatening to spot them.

[Final Fantasy XII] Dreams To Dream|rating:4.0

Darkest Night {{Closed}}

Shaw Davidson shivered and pulled her sweater wrap around her tighter. It wasn't that she was cold but given the fact that the creepy library assistant kept looking in on her. She'd hidden away on the upper level of the library to finish a paper, her dorm mate was having a night in with her man toy of the month. Something she'd rather not witness and was glad to be away from. Even if the town was on lock down. She was safe at the library, at least until she saw the assistant guy. Thinking of packing it in she drugs her things to the main floor, in view of everyone. This way the creep would stay back. At least with others around she had witnesses. Besides the sun was still out, and she needed all the time she could get to finish this paper up, she'd procrastinated long enough. Folding her jeans clad legs up into the chair she pushed a hand up into her raven locks, her green eyes once again focusing on the rough draft before her. Her phone buzzed, another news story passed on by her worried and obsessive mother. She read through it briefly, same as all the rest. Women had gone missing, no one knew the story, the why's or the how's and even Shaw didn't know the women. There was no pattern, big, small, tall, short, young and old, just as long as they had a vagina it seemed. She felt eyes on her and glanced up to see the assistant staring at her as she put her phone down. Having no doubt this guy was bad news she turned her face away, glancing over the other patrons before settling back into her work. She worked and didn't notice the failing sunlight as dusk settled on the campus, her dorm wasn't too far away. Even if she noticed the sun she didn't want to go home yet as Lydia was in the midst of a round of passion from the friend, something that would scar her for life considering she was deemed the prude. Just because she dressed conservatively, dated discreetly and didn't bring men home didn't mean she was a virgin or a prude. Shaw just had standards, and morals. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Dusk approached on the peculiarly warm autumn evening. The sun slivered on the horizon ending the day shorter by another two minutes from the previous day. As was normal during the time of year when the days grew darker and colder. As the sun vanished from sight giving way to the night the door opened to the university library. A young looking gentlemen stepped through the door. With a backpack slung over his shoulder and sporting a university hoodie, he looked just like any other student who attended the school. Standing a little over 6 foot the young man scanned across the library as if to scope out individual people. He squinted his grayish eyes and sniffed the air in a subtle fashion. A slight smile came across his face as he seemed to be drawn upstairs. He had a handsome face with high cheek bones and a pale complexion. His hair was brown, short and a bit wavy, and he seemed to have a habit of running his hand through his hair to keep it flowing back. Making his way up to the top floor of the building he looked to his left and sniffed the air once again closing his eyes. If anyone was watching him at this particular moment he would probably look really odd. He continued walking forward passing by another student who appeared to be the library assistant. He had a suspicious look on his face as the student seemed to eye him carefully. Furthermore, he paid him little attention as he made his way into a lit area. There were a few students around, but his eyes seemed to come to focus on a young woman. Stopping in his tracks for a moment he eyed the lady as she seemed busy writing some sort of paper. Hamm she might be the one, he thought to himself as he walked into the lit area and sat down on a couch seat that sat in front of a table. Opening his book bag he removed the school paper and propped his feet up on the table, and began reading. On the cover was an article about girls who have gone missing in the area. As he read his eyes would shift over to look at the busy girl who sat only a few seats away from him." Hmmm another girl gone missing." He said out loud wondering if he could draw her attention from her studies. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}She saw him, who could miss the tall drink of water strolling in and trying to hide out... same as the rest of them. Her eyes flit over him while still appearing to work. That hair and those eyes, what else could make a girl like her, swoon. Shaw thought he was in one of her classes, at least that was the lie she told herself so she could observe him as she flipped a couple pages in her book. Glancing up when she felt eyes on her, it was the assistant, she almost sighed tapping her pencil against her creamy cheek as she glanced over him slowly. The newcomer and NOT the assistant. He spoke just as she stopped her look, he was behind the paper so she assumed he couldn't see her. Shaw turned her head, he was talking out loud but was it to her? Throwing caution to the wind she sighed louder, "Yeah it's a scary world out there." She said not looking at him, yet. Slipping off the bulky sweater wrap she revealed the creamy lacy tee beneath, that was cut low to accentuate her bust. Eyes moved to him now as she smiled.Gosh, he was handsome, she blushed slightly and bit her lip, "I can't imagine what their families are going through..." Her voice faded as she glanced outside, the waning light sent a chill through her. Shaw didn't want to return to find Lydia desecrating their dorm room. A shudder moved through her. "It's getting dark out there..." she said softly, her eyes catching the assistant wandering around again. She frowned, "He gives me the creeps." What made her speak so candidly with this almost stranger, she shrugged and went back to the thought that she knew him. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}The young man paused lowering the paper down to see the assistant walking by. He was pretty strange, he had noticed that before. It was just a student at the school, probably working at the library to make some money on the side. But the way he hovered around the top floor of the library was pretty off-putting even if he was carrying books and doing his job. He just had a habit of looking at people. He decided to change the subject from her distraction." I'm sure it is pretty hard for those families. He said bringing the paper up again. Apparently no sign has been seen of these missing girls since before their disappearance. Quite a shame. Makes one feel unsafe in their own neighborhood." He said turning to face the girl. She was very attractive to him. Her brown wavy hair and green eyes brought a small smile to his lips whilst he gazed at her; his eyes in almost a squint. "Someone attractive, like yourself should be careful, what with women going missing in the night like they have." He said with a smirk. He looked out the window seeing how dark the campus had become. Only light from distant buildings could be seen. For some reason he loved the night. It was mysterious, possibly even mischievous. The night seems to bring out the worst in people, from lone murderers, pranksters and sexual deviants. But the night could also be a lustful romantic time. He found the topic completely fascinating in his head. "What brings you to the library so late miss?" He asked. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Shaw smiled at him when he finally glanced her way, the smile was soft and sweet. She felt pulled to him, something she rarely felt with guys. "Yeah it's no fun not being able to stay out..." His compliment came in and swept the words away causing her cheeks to tint in a lovely blush. "I'm notthatattractive... I hardly doubt I need to worry." She said shoving some hair behind an ear. Her eyes lingered on him as his gaze turned to outside. She bit her lip, he was very attractive and the idea of adding him to the list of men she'd allowed to ravish her senseless made her giddy. His question snapped her out of her staring, eyes moving down and away from him to over the books in front of her, she answered. "I was here early and hoping to go home before dark... though I am trying to stay away from my roommate because she and her boyfriend are back at our place..." She made a face full of distaste. Yes, what they were doing was fun... maybe she was a bit jealous, it had been a while. She pursed her lips and dismissed the thought, "What about yourself... have you had dinner?" Her eyes widened, was she, did she just... oh no. Her mouth opened but nothing came out, what was she doing? "I haven't and thought..." It was too late now to try and get out of this." I haven't eaten, I'm kind of hungry... perhaps I could treat you to dinner for walking me home?" She gave him a soft smile. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}He listened with a smirk upon his face. His gray eyes fixated on her, and feigned a small chuckle as if to show her that he understood the issue she was going through. Folding the newspaper up he rested it in his lap and ran his hand through his hair. His eyes widened at the thought of dinner. "Dinner for walking you home?" He asked intrigued. "Your pretty trustworthy with someone you just met." He puts his newspaper inside his bag. "But if you wanted my honest opinion I would love to walk someone as lovely as you home. It is dark after all, and as the newspaper says there is somebody sketchy about." His eyes move to focus on the library assistant once again as he walks by once more eyeing the both of them. Squinting his eyes in suspicion. "What does that guys deal?" He asks in confusion. "Does he normally walk around here looking at patrons in such a manner?" He asks. He didn't talk to her like typical college student, while he was handsome he definitely had the demeanor of a learned person, and didn't speak in typical frat boy jargon. Whether this made him more desirable to women remained to be seen. But he noticed he was getting this random girl in the libraries' attention. He focused his attention back on her. Almost licking his lips at her in a way. "Dinner would sound great, dinner and a walk home." He said squinting and smirking. "Are you almost ready to leave then?" he asks standing up from his seat. Standing tall at over six feet slinging his bag over his shoulder. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}She watched him, his gray eyes shining slightly as he spoke. Shaw nodded her head at him, a light smile upon her lips. Something inside her screamed, the voice yelling out all the reasons she shouldn't go with him. Another told it to shut up and take him home, show her roommate how it was done and give him a different thanks for walking her there. But she kept silent, her gaze following his as she packed her bag. The guy was so creepy, "I don't know... he's the reason I don't come here often." she confessed closing the various volumes and tomes. She left them there, she had most of what she needed already. Slipping on her sweater wrap she smiled at him."Yeah, I'm all packed up and ready to go," She shouldered the bag as the assistant came over and took the books, holding them to his chest as if they were a prized possession. Shaw shook her head and moved away. "Follow me, um... hm... I don't know your name. I think we have English Lit together... Furthermore, I'm Shaw." She held out her hand as they neared the door, "Nice to meet you." She smiled, it sure was dark. It seemed like it was darker than she remembered it being. "I know this great little hole in the wall diner close to my place. The food is so good, tastes homemade. It's only a few blocks from here... like 4. Um, is that okay?" RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}"Shaw?" He says reaching forward to take her hand in his. She would find his hand to be kind of cold, but she might just chock it up to the weather. "What a peculiar name. I like it." He says forming a grin as they exited the building. It was a warmer evening than usual, now that the sun had gone down it got a bit cooler as it would on a typical fall night. The fall breeze had started picking up which blew the occasional leaf off of a tree. He didn't really care, he liked the cold or at least it didn't bother him. She asked him his name. What name would he go by this evening? He had gone by many names in the past which name would he pick out for Shaw?" Ethan." He answered "Call me Ethan, shall we walk then?" He asked as they both began walking through the dark campus. The sound of branches rustling and leaves blowing was the only sound that could be heard apart from their feet on the pavement." I'm sure it's a lovely place." Ethan says walking side by side with her. Ethan didn't eat much there was really only one thing he could eat. He usually craved it the thought of it drove him nuts sometimes. The campus was dead quiet, not a soul could be seen most likely from people staying in doors to avoid being killed." You're pretty brave to stay out this late, what with a killer on the loose." Ethan brings up. "You said it was your roommate that kept you out this late?" He inquired. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}They shook hands, she wanted to keep her hand in his. For a moment she felt safer, as if he held all the answers and would keep the demons at bay. Silly really and she dismissed it for her unease in the presence of the assistant librarian guy. She smiled at him, not that she had any say in her name, but she got it a lot. Pulling her arms tighter about her form she shivered. It had gotten colder, at least in four blocks they could tuck into a booth, and she could have a hot drink and soup." Ethan... pleasure to meet you." She smiled and strode forward at his side. "Or foolish, but I think I'll survive..." She shook her head and gave a laugh. "Yeah, she and a guy are currently christening each surface with their fluids..." Her nose crinkled, "I swear each week it's a new guy..." She laughed softly, trying not to make her roommate sound like a whore was hard." So... Anyway, what about you." She smiled at him again, her hands wrapping about the strap to her over the shoulder bag. "What keeps you out at this late hour? Your roommate like mine?" She smiled and kept on walking, the far placed streetlamps casting an eerie dim glow on the sidewalk. If she was alone she'd have run, but being at his side made it easier to deal with the slow panic rising in her chest. Shaw wasn't used to feeling this at ease, especially with a stranger. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}He smiled upon hearing how much her roommate slept around. "I am sorry to hear that." He replied, the way she described such an act seemed to repulse her with the idea of her coming home to the smell of sex. "Does this happen every night or just once a week?" He asked unable to take his gaze off of her. He was used to this sort of thing, girls being really trustworthy. They see a handsome guy, and they automatically feel safe for some reason. It made it a bit.... easier for him to say the least." What keeps me out so late?" He repeated the question. "Well I don't really have a roommate per se. I guess you could just say I like the night. It's a good time to go fishing for pretty ladies." He said in a sort of sarcastic but also half serious sort of tone as he shifted his gaze back to her to see her reaction. The campus was very dark the school was known for being one of the most poorly lit schools in the state. Might be a reason why a kidnapping was so easy around here. It took them at least a minute to walk from one streetlight to the next down the path heading towards the diner. He had to make a choice, should they go to the diner that evening or should he try and cut their little trip short. I guess it depended on how hungry he was. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}The thing that repulsed her most was the girl was forever changing her partner, how could something shared with EVERYONE, be special? Maybe she truly was a prude. Shaw couldn't even think about it now. His comment caught her off guard, and she laughed, "Feels like every night... but I don't know. I typically try ignoring her." They continued walking, it was a half a block before he answered. The darkness slowly closing in around them, not that she saw or cared while next to Ethan. The way he repeated her question made her feel like he was truly listening to her, and it forced a smile to cross her lips again. So, he was a night owl, well that was cool. Though the end of his statement caused the smile to falter. She was sure he was kidding, at least she hoped. When he glanced her way she bumped into his shoulder softly, laughing, "Such a silly guy, like I believe you fish for them. I'm certain they throw themselves at you." She bit her lip, glancing up at him as they passed under the light. She never noticed how far apart they were from each other. Right now she was at ease and found herself wanting to know everything and perhaps dip into something unexpected. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}"No..... it's quite hard, actually. I guess you could say that my day times are usually....... occupied." He said pausing as he stopped walking. They were in a dark area his silhouette could be made out from the light a little ways away from them. "Girls usually don't notice me, mainly because I can only really go out at night. That's why I have to make the effort to find them myself." He adjusted his book bag he could see her outline as well almost giving off a glowing red aura. He took in a deep breath through his nose, her scent was becoming more and more irresistible to him." I felt drawn to you in the library tonight." He says taking a step towards her. He wasn't sure if she was going to run off afraid of him or punch him. Regardless he was prepared for each. "You looked really attractive to me Shaw. I felt that I needed to have you." He says, his words almost hypnotic in speech almost as if what he says would put someone he was speaking to in a trance, and make them behave not like their usual selves. He lingered for a moment before speaking again, he wanted to make sure what he was saying was working on her." I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable, it's just the truth that is all." He says placing a hand on Shaw's shoulder. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Her lips pursed as she looked up at him in the dark, barely able to see his features clearly. Not that she minded really, she had them memorized. Still, she couldn't believe this, he was handsome and couldn't get a girl? What was wrong with women nowadays? Canting her head as she looked up at him, and he spoke about being drawn to her, that was a first. No guy had ever been drawn to her. Sure, they hung around but typically dismissed her when she didn't give them the time of day. But here, and now, she'd really come out of her shell. Tonight was a new step, a leap, so to speak in the proper direction. Her eyes widened slightly as he stepped closer. Her breasts moved as her lungs took in bigger breaths. "H-have me." She repeated, with a slight stutter. Shaw didn't understand what he meant or was trying to get through to her brain. All she knew was this really hot guy said she was attractive and that he felt drawn to her. Biting her lip she blinked and tilted her head further back to stare up into his eyes. "I'm not uncomfortable Ethan. I like the truth." She liked a lot of things, first and second was the warmth of his hand on her shoulder. The male was touching her. "I think you are very handsome and am glad you felt drawn to me, I guess I felt the same and asked you to walk me home." She placed her hand over his and squeezed, "Thanks again." Giving him a wide smile she slowly rose to the tips of her toes and gave him a soft kiss. She wanted to do more, but pushing it was not a great idea. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}They stood there in the dark as Ethan's hypnotic speech seemed to be affective. He was drawing this girl to him. Being a good distance between the streetlamps they were perfectly hidden from prying eyes. Which was just how he liked it. Whether this girl was naturally falling for him or his intoxicating like speech was luring her in he didn't know. All he knew was that he was getting what he wanted. When she went in to kiss him he inhaled through his nose. Her scent was overwhelming and exhilarating to him. She pulled away from her soft kiss, but he wasted no time pulling her into a light embrace. Planting his lips on hers. His lips slightly wet as he held his lips to her own. Was she the type of girl who would kiss a stranger she just met? Or was he having that kind of effect on her. She seemed so conservative. Naive of sex, the type of girl who would rather get lost in her studies than to go sleep around. He could see it in the way she dressed, the way she walked. The thought of sexually enticing this girl excited him even more. The wetness of her lips blending with his own. As he tasted her. The taste intoxicating, her scent arousing. He had to have this girl. Make her his next victim. He pulled away from their kiss with a light smacking sound his eyes gazing into her own." you taste sweet" he said to her. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Shaw heard him inhale, was he surprised... nervous? She wasn't sure but it made her smile. Then he took it a step further, advancing slowly and pressing his lips to hers softly. She upped the ante and pressed herself lightly into him. Letting him feel the roundness of her firm breasts, the taut belly and the fabric of her clothing, but only lightly. She wasn't a whore. Of course, he was right. She wasn't the type of girl that kissed strangers on the street, she wasn't the type to sleep around. In fact, when she did have sex it had to be perfect with the stage set. Nice dinner, sweet dessert, soft and gentle touches, lights down low, soft music, and a warm bed. Each detail had to be in place, a long soak in the tub, a fresh shave to her legs and pits, a visit to get her brows and bikini line done. All HAD to be perfect, it was never spontaneous. Smiling up at him as he pulled back, her brain felt a bit foggy. "So do you... I want more." She whispered before advancing again. This time her tongue flicked at the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. The timidness was still there, but she was basically throwing herself at him. Trim fingers lifted to delve into his hair and toy with his neck as she gave over everything in this kiss. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}She was under his spell. Her tongue pushed its way through his lips coming in contact with his own. As they began to dance and intertwine with one another. He always enjoyed bringing the sexual beast out of prudish girls. She was making no exception to that. Their kisses grew more wild more aggressive as he placed his hands on her waist, turning her so her back faced his front. Leaning down to kiss her lips still as he released a gentle Moan of excitement. His hands resting on her thighs at first he slowly slid them up her body. Up over her waist, stomach, and over her breasts. Squeezing her through her sweater top and bra underneath. Trying to send waves of pleasure through her body as he massaged her through her top. It was becoming harder and harder to resist. To hold back the urge to take this girl. She had fallen for him as he planned. Her scent nearly making him drunk with lust. He could sense the blood pumping through her veins, as her heart beat faster. No. He had to resist. Just a little longer. He wanted more out of this girl. They stood on the darkened pathway. They would be hard to spot from a distance. Would she be willing to continue their lustful adventure right where they stood? RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Lips parting she practically climbed the man as they stood there in the dark and kissed. Her tongue tangled with his, tasting and exploring the depths of his mouth. Shaw moaned as they delved deeper into their passion. It was unlike her, but her body moved against his, into his and tried to bury herself in him. A soft whine left her lips when the kiss broke. She felt his hands on her waist, spinning her and pull her back to rest against him. Shaw pressed her ass into his groin, moaning as her hands lifted to hold his face to hers, one hand moved down to his shoulder. She felt his hands sliding slowly up her body, though wished he'd just touch her already. Her skin quivered under her clothes, wanting his touch badly. Her body trembled as he caressed her breasts, she was typically careful, but this... he, Ethan, was the exception. Lust, passion, desire and need rolled into one feeling as she pressed back against him, wanting more. Her heart raced, this was so naughty and so unlike her. Before she could overthink if she spoke against his lips, "More..." Her bag dropped to the sidewalk as the hand on his shoulder released, and she moved it down to grasp his ass and press him into her as she returned to kissing him. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Ethan had already formed an erection in his pants as she pushed his groin into her behind as they gently began to grind against one another slowly titillating his male organ. His hands still grasped her breasts, massaging them firmly through her top. A smirk formed on his lips as she uttered. "More." He was going to take this girl. He didn't care that he was in public. They were in the dark and could hardly be seen anyway. He wanted it, and it was even clearer that she wanted it as well. His spell had fallen upon her. One hand slid down from her breast to her crotch area where he fidgeted a bit and undid the button to her jeans. Next sliding down the zipper as it made that stereotypical zip sound in the surrounding silence. His hand beginning to tug down her jeans as they began to fall waist side and falling to her knees slowly. His hand that did the work of uncovering her then found its way in between her legs. He could feel the warmth and dampness that was resonating from her groin. The sensation nearly made him melt in excitement. His middle and ring finger applied pressure to her crotch through her panties feeling them wet and nearly soaking through with excitement as he began to rub them back and forth over her. His lips still continued to kiss at hers as her pants now fell to her ankles. He didn't know if she was normally like this with men (she didn't seem the type.) Or if his spell had awoken a new animal inside of her. He kissed from her lips down to her neck. Kissing his lips all throughout the region. His insatiable appetite was becoming hard to resist, but he needed to go further with this girl before he could take the plunge so to speak. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Shaw wanted him, but assumed it would be at her house, not here on the street. Panic set in her mind as they kissed, but she felt him tugging away her pants, her barrier to the world. Her sweater wrap fell to the sidewalk as well leaving just her tee shirt and bra between his hand and her firm breast. Visible was her nipple as it perked up and attempted to bore through her clothing to feel the warmth of him upon her. Her own hands moved, one still tangling in his hair as they kissed and the other grasping his wrist. Her mind attempting to contain some sort of decency. Moaning into his mouth as his fingers rubbed at her panties. Her hips wiggled, though trying to gain more attention or get away from the attention. Well, even she wasn't sure. Her body was semi tense against him with the barrier of her pants gone. Her mind was still somewhat in control, though her lips kissed him hungrily and her pussy damped his fingers as he continued rubbing them into her wet cleft. "Please... please..." She whispered when her lips became free. She panted and trembled in his arms, her panty clad ass pressing more deftly back on the erection she felt. "N-not here." There were cars on the road, turning corners down the street. One glance would allow anyone to see what was going on. It was this that kept her mind present. Though foolishly her lips spoke before she had gained full control, "What about in the shadows of that stoop. Or the alley?" She mentally cringed, but it wasn't exactly out in the open. "I'm not THIS kind of girl... please, Ethan." Well, she could always say no... Now was always an option. Right? Shaw knew there was no way she'd say no, but a bit more cover was needed. She had a reputation to protect after all. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Ethan paused when he heard her speak. Her pants around her ankles, his hand rubbing between her legs as his grown erection rubbed against her rear. She wanted to go someplace more private. He looked puzzled. She wasn't under his complete control, and he didn't know why. But she didn't want to stop at least not yet. The will of this girl was strong, but his hunger was even stronger. Letting go from her breast and removing hid hand from between her legs, he looked around for a viable spot. The path they were on was dark, but it was true that any passing car would reveal there activity, and they wouldn't want that now, would they? Just a few meters from them was what looked like a dark alley. A place that would hide them nicely. "Over here." he said taking her by the hand as she had to walk awkwardly with her pants around her ankles. Leaving her sweater behind he didn't give her time to grab it. He walked her into the dark alley way. He had to gain full control again, had to be in power. Furthermore, he gently pushed Shaw up against the wall of the building his Gray eyes almost glowed in the dark as they stared into her own in a hypnotic gaze. Her body pinned against her own hands on her shoulders he kissed her once more before speaking." I want you." he uttered in a whisper. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Shaw whimpered when his hands left her, she wanted him, and now she'd fucked it up. "No," She whispered. But watching him she knew he was only looking for a proper spot, and she couldn't help but think, what a gentleman. Little did she know or realize the spell she was under and the actions she was taking to be had out in public like a cheap whore. Her mind didn't let her see this, only the fact that someone might see them standing there on the sidewalk. Her hand slid into his, and she smiled, trying to follow him. Walking with her pants around her ankles was hard, but he helped, it was slow, but she knew it would be worthy of the wait. Her wrap and satchel stayed on the sidewalk where they'd started. Her panty clad ass jiggled with each step she took, her body ached, and she wanted him badly, the trip to the alley was torture. Her lips curled into a smile as her back hit the wall in a gentle push, he was upon her. Green eyes stared up into his, they shone like diamonds. Shaw was pinned there, and then his lips were upon hers in a sweet and tantalizing kiss. Her eyes were closed when he whispered his words, she smiled and opened her eyes and looking into his she answered, "I want you too..." Her hand slid down his chest and deftly unfastened his pants, then slid in and grasped his dick. With a sigh she kissed him again. "I want this... make me cum Ethan." RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}He moaned softly feeling his hard cock being embraced by Show's fingers. Just touching him at first getting used to his length before she would make gentle jerking motions with her wrist. His hands slid up from her waist, palming at her breasts once more. Massaging them through her top feeling her bra underneath. Make her some? He could definitely do That, but he had other plans for this horny college girl. His tongue intertwined with her own as he Slipped one hand down her body hooking his thumb into the waist of her panties gently tugging them down her legs before they slid down to her knees and down to her feet joining her pants in the heap below. He couldn't see at the moment, but he knew her pussy was bare and ready for access if he so needed it. And he did. He had her pinned against the wall in the dark alleyway. Kissing her passionately whilst she slowly jerked him off. His spell had fully gotten to her, he could tell."you like how my cock feels? Do you want it in your pussy?" he asked seductively. Slipping his hand between her legs he could feel her wet lips as he slid his middle finger against her slit, trying to get her even more excited. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}Each moan he gave her was accentuated by an even more elaborate rub of her hand on his shaft. She smiled up at him as his hands moved over her breasts, the tee shirt and bra doing nothing to hide her hard nipples from his fingers. She waited for a response, only a kiss came, she moaned around his tongue, her hand still working him as she felt her panties pulling away from her body, sticking to her wet pussy before fully releasing and sliding down her legs to join her jeans. The kiss ended, and she whimpered, her lips seeking his in the dark, but only finding his neck. His words hit her ears in dark, tantalizing whispers. "Mm, yes... I can't wait." She responded feeling his hand move to her slit. Her hips bucked excitedly, trying to guide his finger into her once more. "Please Ethan... please." She begged him. Shaw slowly gripped his cock more firmly as her hands began pushing the fabric he wore away. First slacks and then boxers to join hers around their ankles. She wished her legs were free to put around his waist, but that wasn't a first though. Her first thought was showing his cock were to go, she didn't care that they were outside, she didn't care that there was no protection... all she cared about was getting his cock inside her. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}His finger dipped gently into her pussy, feeling the warmth and tightness of her vaginal walls enclose over his digit. He could feel the wetness of her sex dripping down his middle finger, he could tell she was ready for him. As he felt her hips gently bucking over him. Like magic, he somehow turned this conservative bookworm of a girl into a sex craved creature. Much like he was himself. Slipping his finger out of her pussy he slid his hands up over her body. Over her breasts once more giving them gentle squeezes before leaning in to kiss her once more." You're so hot and wet." he whispered seductively into her ear as he kissed her neck. His hands took her by the waist and turned her around, so her front was facing the wall. His hands held her hips as her legs spread for him stretching her panties that still lingered around her ankles. Holding his erect cock in his hand he teasingly pushed it against her entrance that laid bare for him in the dark alleyway. Gently rubbing the tip up and down against her slit letting her brush against her clit and entrance slowly. Wanting to make her bag for him to enter her. Slowly he pushed in sliding into her pussy inch by inch, feeling how tight and wet she was. Mounting her like two animals in the wild. Their actions very wild and feral. Two horny beasts that came together to fuck. He winced and groaned softly feeling her insides squeeze and contract over his length. Before holding his cock inside of her for a moment letting her get adjusted to him. RE: Darkest Night {{Albedo}}When his long digit finally found its way inside her, she moaned, her hips pulsed much like her body, ready to dance for him, on him however he wanted and needed. She was his, just like that. Her face fell slightly as his finger left her empty, questioning gaze flitted over him as he fondled her breasts, the hard peaks pressing into his hands, wanting more attention. Her lips found his, eyes closing as they kissed. It was short-lived.“Just. For. You.” She said softly back, each word a soft moan for his ears only. She felt him spin her, her breasts feeling the coldness of the wall through her shirt. Furthermore, she hated not seeing his face as he took her, it was a thrill of hers to know how she affected the man she was with. Furthermore, she gave her clothing no other thought as his hand drug the head of his cock along her bare pussy. Her fingers clenched into the brick as her hips pressed back to him in offering. Shaw bit her own lip, her eyes closed and her breaths coming in shallow puffs. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on before. Several times his cock passed over her entrance, her legs trembling and her knees threatening to buckle as he teased her. “Please Ethan,” It was all she could manage as she knew these simple words were what he wanted to hear. The slow actions of his hips as he speared her slowly, the divine drag of his cock along her walls made her gasp. Her ass rounded as she pressed her face and upper body to the wall so she could offer him more of her. It was a tight fit, even she could feel that as he stretched her to a capacity of full. Not that she minded, she stood there begging for him, and now she wanted all of him pounding her repeatedly as she begged for release. His stillness surprised her, he was more of a gentleman than she thought.“I’m ready… eager even…” She said softly, hoping these words spurred his hips into action now.

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Scratching each other's itches, that's all it is. Right_ [Blinkin and Armphid]

The wind was crisp and cool as it rustled the branches of the trees that blanketed the slopes of the mountains, evergreen boughs and the bright green, newly sprouted leaves of spring. It was early spring, and so the wind would cause many a shiver to those out in nature on this Saturday morning. It was early enough that the tourists really had not started to come in yet, so most of the people out and about were the locals of Brook Valley. Furthermore, it could be argued whether the settlement of almost 80,000 was a large town or a small city, but it was nestled snugly in a river valley surrounded by the lush mountains of the Pacific Northwest. Much of Brook Valley could be seen from the campsite near the peak of one of the lower mountains. Certain landmarks and familiar locations should be spied out if one wished. It looked so pretty from here. And peaceful. Simple. If only it was. If only life was. James Starling swirled the steaming coffee in his large, insulated camp mug as he sat on a rock and looked down from the camp site on the valley below. It was a site he and his fellow camper had used before, one he almost thought of as “theirs” though it was hardly the case. He wasn’t foolish enough to think that such a nice spot was one only they knew of. It was good, however, that whoever was using it beside them kept it clean and in good condition much as they would. Morning had broken hours ago, and it was not yet noon, so there were shadows cast over the vista below but far more of it was bright in the sun. The cool wind did not make him shiver as it ruffled glossy hair of a rich chestnut brown, nor did his hazel eyes look away from his quiet regard of the landscape below. He had a high brown and clearly defined and similarly high cheekbones, fuller lips than many men and a strong jawline anchoring erudite features that had been called handsome before. His fair skin was not as pale as his academic profession would normally produce due to many hours spent outside for recreation and his face had a light stubble as he had not shaved today. He rarely did when going camping unless it was for more than a few days. There hadn’t been time for a good long trip in a while though. He was tall, standing at 6’2”, with broad shoulders and a fit physique, his body shape tapered slightly to his waist but not as much as he would like. He thought he looked too blocky. Furthermore, he stood up from where he had been sitting with a sigh, his jeans fitting well but a bit tight across a rear end that was a bit fuller and perkier than would be considered traditionally masculine. Furthermore, he wore a purple and gray flannel shirt that was buttoned over a long-sleeved blue Henley style shirt beneath it as well as his jeans and a pair of well-worn hiking boots that were probably a year past when they should have been replaced were on his feet. James turned back to the campsite. A domed tent that was advertised to fit two but could probably have fit four in a pinch was pitched under the shadow of pine boughs to better shelter it from the mountain winds at night. There were several coolers out as well as a pair of bear bags up in a high tree and a pair of camp chairs around a fire that was burning low. The pans and pot that he had used to make breakfast were set on the stones of the fire ring to keep warm and much of breakfast was still within them. He’d had a bit for himself after he had finished it but didn’t wish to tuck into it too deep before his companion had a chance to eat her fill. He glanced back at the tent. It was hard to tell when she’d emerge, or in what state, and it was part of her charm. He probably should go over and shake the tent but…she needed to relax on this trip as much as he did. Possibly more. Jessie was his oldest friend. They grew up together, thick as thieves. She was his comrade in arms in the games they played, a confidant of his fears and heartbreaks as children, as teens, and now as adults. She was the girl who made him sure he liked girls. He now liked them all but preferred girls, but she was still the first girl he’d ever loved and lusted after. They had dated, briefly, in middle school, and it had just been…strange. They had decided that they made better friends. And they had stayed friends all these years. The certainty in each other’s lives through the meetings and partings that one went through in life. Especially the partings. After he had buried his mother, she was the one who had held him as he wept like a broken-hearted child, not a word spoken between them and no judgment. She was as much a part of his life as his right arm. That was the reason that his last two relationships had ended in disaster. No, that was unfair. It was one of the reasons. And those were not the first girlfriends of his to think he spends too much time with Jessie. The last one was recent…well, as recent as six months ago. It still felt fresh. But then finding out your girlfriend was having sex with one of your students and one of your fellow faculty members and one of the river guides tended to leave a mark on the spirit. So he sighed and took a long drink from his mug before adding a few small logs to the fire and sat back down in his camp chair. She’d get up soon, surely. Then…well, maybe they’d hike. Maybe they’d go find one of the river’s tributaries to swim in. Maybe they’d just sit around the fire and talk. Either way, it would be good for him. For them both, he hoped. If he had only known. Jessica, 'Jessie' Warner wasn't a morning person under the best of circumstances. Particularly not after working a double shift at Brook valley General Hospital the day before a camping trip. At least she hadn't been required to hike all the way to the top of a mountain, on 3 hours of sleep, carrying all the stuff that her lifelong friend, James, required to feel comfortable while camping. She had cheated and had hauled it all in an all-terrain wagon. She loved the thing because it was designed for rough terrain and could even float, fully loaded if she had to cross a river. Everything that they had brought up was made easier by the $200 toy. But, like all good things, it had to end eventually and Jessie couldn't stay curled up in her sleeping bag all day. The red-headed nurse opened her lovely green eyes and glanced about the empty tent before she pulled her 5'8 frame from the warm interior and reached for her pack. She didn't mind roughing it, but she drew the line at wearing underwear two days in a row. It wouldn't of mattered if James had been there; Jessie had little shame when it came to her body; she had a good figure, great legs and an ass that she was particularly proud of, a trim waist and, of course, her breasts were nothing to sneeze at either at a heavy C-cup and the girl-next-door features where the classic red-head's complexion with its winter paleness that set off both her eyes and full lower lip nicely. If only her ex-husband hadn't forgotten that he was married and appreciated her efforts, the ill-fated marriage of 3 years wouldn't of ended in a bitter divorce 6 months earlier. If she were honest with herself, the only thing that she missed of her marriage was the sex. That man could fuck and Jessie had an admittedly high sex drive; making the 6-month dry spell difficult for her, and her toy box. When she finally appeared from the tent, she was pulling a sweatshirt over her head and down over bare breasts; flashing James for just a second in the process. She yawned and held up a finger before jogging off into the trees for a couple of minutes. Casual nudity didn't extend to emptying her bladder, after all. A couple of minutes later, she returned and picked up a battered tin cup and reached for the coffee pot. "Morning." she offered as a greeting before taking a sip of the black brew and sighed in satisfaction. "If you promised to make coffee every morning, I would marry you." she said with a wink and grin. The sound of movement in the tent drew his eyes to it and he waited. If he was lucky, Jessie would be feeling extra shameless this morning. It might be in poor taste or dirty minded of him but...he couldn't help it. She was gorgeous and had an incredible body and...well, it had six months. She emerged pulling her sweatshirt down over her breasts, and he groaned as she jogged off for her call of nature, "Oh, God, Jessie, you're killing me." Though he had positioned himself for it. He smiled when she came back. "After what happened to your marriage, that's a threat." James chuckled and then winced before sighing, "Sorry. I know that...it was rough. I shouldn't...anyway, there's breakfast too." He gestured to the pot and frying pan, "Oatmeal with cinnamon, brown sugar, and chopped apples, the eggs should still be warm, and a few nice, big sausage for you." He grinned at her, "Your favorite." Jessie laughed softly as she returned and settled into the empty camp chair, "You wish." She picked up an aluminum plate and started to serve herself from his efforts, "I might kill you, but you would go with a smile." She grinned and winked as her sex drive was well known among the men that she had dated throughout high school and college. The two of them had tried to date when they were 16, but it had been awkward and felt weird to kiss him like that. Not that he was a bad kisser, it was just like kissing your brother. Jessie's unconcernedness about being unclothed had never been a problem for her, she had even seen James often enough to know that he had nothing to be ashamed of in that department! "Don't tempt me Jimmy, I'm desperate enough that Rocco is looking pretty good to me." Rosco was her husky that she had adopted after the divorce as both a companion and protection; Mike had threatened her more than once since she had filed the papers. Although she had successfully hidden it from her best friend, she had been an abused spouse during the marriage and her leaving had not sat well for the monster that had been her ex-husband. "It's ok," she said softly, "I survived him and got out of it... I owe you for that, and I'm not going to forget." She looked up and met his eyes, "How are you doing, Jimmy?" she asked, knowing that his own breakup had been anything but civil. He smiled slightly and at her comment about her dog. "If you go Rocco then I don't know that a man could compete," he joked. He had meant it in the sense that dogs were faithful and devoted even to their own detriment in many cases rather than meaning it in a sexual way. After saying it, however, he blushed a bit at realizing the double meaning there. At her softer comments, he reached out with one hand to take her hand that was closest to him and gave it a squeeze. He knew it had been bad. Her ex was an asshole of the highest caliber. James had never understood when she'd seen in him, but they had seemed happy, at least at first. There was a certain amount of guilt he felt about it, which was admittedly somewhat foolish, in that he should have paid more attention to the situation. He owed her more than she did him, in his own mind. He sighed at her question and shook his head, drinking from his mug for a few seconds before answering. "I miss her," he admitted. "Actually, I'm not sure if I mess her peers see, so much as having someone. She cheated on me, lied to me, but damned if my life doesn't feel...empty now. I don't do anything but work or do my volunteer thing on the Red and then...there's nothing else." He then chuckled, "Well, that's not entirely true. There's you, thank God. But we're both busy enough that we don't get together as much as we used to either. I guess... I'm all right in large part but still broken up and lonely in private." This wasn't something he'd have said to anyone else. Not his old man, not his sister, not even his cousins who were close as siblings. But that was part of how it was with Jessie. He could tell her anything. He then laughed, the sound bursting up out of nowhere, "And damned horny! She was a lying, cheating, petty witch but she at least put out a lot." He grimaced then, "Not only with me, apparently." Jessie laughed at his wording and shook her head, "Well, that tongue was the best pussy kicker on Earth..." as she admitted to her dirty little secret. She sighed softly and squeezed his hand around hers. She had known that she was partly to blame for another breakup for him. Furthermore, she couldn't understand why so many of the women that he had dated thought that Jessie, and he were lovers. Jessie wouldn't attempt to deny that she thought that James was a handsome man, Maybe even that she had thoughts about him; but they had determined years before that they couldn't date each other." Poor baby, should I kiss it and make it all better?" her tone was teasing as she slipped into baby talk, her green eyes danced as she puckered up her full lips into the universal kissing motion. It wasn't helping her own horny condition as her eyes dropped to his lips. Shewasattracted to her long term friend, even if she would never act upon that attraction. Jessie paused and looked at him for long seconds before she spoke again, "Listen, we both know that we'rehorny; that a knothole would give you ideas without checking for bees or wild squirrels... I could take care of that for you, but you would have to give me something in return Wait, what? The best...wow. "God damn, the battle may already be lost if that's the case." She'd let her dog...that was...it was messed up, yes, but it was also...hot as hell. Was that just because of how hard up he was? Or was it something that he was just cool with or turned on by? He'd learned something new about Jessie, that was for sure. And himself, perhaps. "I...am glad that you have that then," he said, meeting her eyes as he said it. No judgment there, but acceptance. As well as curiosity. He grimaced at her teasing baby talk and shifted in his camp chair. Though that was in part because a certain body part was starting to cause him some discomfort as it reacted to her teasing, her admission, her unintentional show earlier, and just Jessie as a whole. He would never deny that she was attractive, in many more ways that simply physically and sexually, and that made it easy for her to get him going at times. Something he was sure she knew. He started to get up to put another few pieces of wood on the fire when she spoke again and stopped in mid-motion. Wait, what? "What did...what?" James blinked and turned to look at her, straightening up to a standing position. Which might not have been wise as the straining member in his trousers was now visibly distorting them for any who looked to see. "Jessie, I, we...that's going a bit far to tease, even for...you." Holy shit. Holy shit, that expression on her lovely face. She meant it. "You're serious. I...damn, Jess, I..." He looked down and gestured at the shape snaking down his left pant leg, "You can see that idea is...damned hot. I...can't say I wouldn't want you to. What, um, what would you want in...in return?" James then grimaced and shook his head, "But, we-we tried, you know, dating before and...granted that was ten years ago now, but..." He then pressed his lips together. "Sorry. Go ahead. I won't interrupt." Jessie paused, letting the proposal get absorbed, her eyes dropped to his pants with it's tell-tell bulge. Mike had been nicely proportioned, when he wasn't drunk or high, but Jimmy's endowment made Mike's look small in comparison. Finally, her eyes met his again. "We aren't talking about dating, Jimmy. We're talking about a straight forward sexual encounter... no strings attached." Jessie bit at her pouty lower lip for a moment before she spoke again, "I have fantasy I want you to give me..." Her eyes closed, and she felt her cheeks redden under the gaze of her oldest friend. She swallowed twice before she could make sure that she was able to continue, "I want you to use me." it came out in a rush then, "Give me that, sate yourself on me and don't worry about me cumming, and I'll drop to my knees whenever you want until I get home." She wasn't sure if he really knew how much she actually liked giving head; the feel, the taste of a hard cock in her mouth was a power trip like none other for her; knowing that she had the power to control a man's pleasure was a major turn on for her. James liked to each older TV shows and movies, at least those that were influential to pop culture and the overall zeitgeist. Which is why he glanced around, as if expecting to spot Rod Serling out of the corner of his eyes. This was like some...erotic Twilight Zone episode. Jessie was a flirt, a tease, an exhibitionist with little shame, and he knew she was very sexual but to suggest this? It seemed impossible. But it was very real. His tousled, pretty, sexy, and brilliant friend was pouting up at him with reddened cheeks while she waited for him to respond. The last year, hell, the last few years, had been so hard on her. Living with her asshole ex had been bad enough, but he knew that the divorce had been vicious as well. And given her job and everything else...she needed this. Even if she didn't, she deserved it. Was that just rationalizing the fact that she was right about how horny he was? Was he just taking advantage of her? Some part of him felt that this was a mistake. But at the same time, he could see her point. They were already as close as two people could be. Why not take it a step further? They could do this, and it wouldn't change who they were or how they felt about each other, because they were already so close. Right?" Jessie." He took a deep breath. And then another. "Fuck, this is nuts, but you make sense and...damned if I don't want to rail you right now." Use her, she had said. Without any thought for her own satisfaction. That was very much against his personal philosophy of sex; he always wanted his partner to cum if it could be accomplished. But she was asking for this with a blush on her cheeks. The shameless and bold girl who wasn't afraid or ashamed of anything has asked him in a nervous rush. "... I can't say no to that pouty face." When did she want to start? Should he do something now? He was overthinking this. James was already standing in front of her, but he stepped closer and reached down to take her hand, the one that wasn't holding a coffee cup, and after a moment of hesitation, pulled it to him and pressed her hand against the shape of his dick in his trousers. "God, feel how hard I am, Jessie, you shameless girl," he groaned. "Are you ready for this now?" Jessie looked up at him as he put her hand over his bulge; letting her feel how hard that he was. She squeezed his length once and pulled her hand back, "You'll have to tell me." she dropped her cup and slipped out of her seat. They were already so close that only an inch separated her breast from his cast. What she was about to do would change things between them for ever-she unbuttoned her shorts, took his hand and slipped his fingers inside; through her neatly groomed pubic hair... lower... she was wet, very wet and apparently sans panties. "Do you think that I'm ready?" her voice dropped to a near whisper, as she slipped away from his hand. Jessie turned away from him and turned to face the tent. She stopped at the flap, turned to face him and pulled her top up over her head and let it fall to the ground. She ran her hands up her belly and cupped her bare breasts, lifting them as if offering them to him, "If you want me that much, come get me." She laughed softly as she turned and crawled into the tent, wagging her ass at him in the process. God. Damn. The touch of her hand, even through his jeans, felt amazing. James drew in a breath through his teeth and released it as she pulled her hand away and stood up. His eyes were hungry and hot as he looked down at her, and then he blinked in surprise when she undid her shorts. Holy hell, was she about to-"Oh, fuck, Jessie," he groaned as she slid his hand into her shorts, and he felt the slick heat of her pussy. She was fucking soaked. Just from their conversation? From thinking about this. She didn't give him time to ask or to think, turning away from him and towards the tent. She swayed her hips as she walked, and he groaned when she pulled the sweatshirt off and threw it aside. Her challenge was clear. He licked his lips as she gave her ass a good shake while crawling into the tent. James licked his lips and swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He then drank deeply of his coffee and let the cup fall. He should not do this. There would be no going back from it. But damn, she was hot, ready, willing, and hungry for it. And he wanted to fuck. To fuck her? Maybe. Or maybe it could be anyone. James started towards the tent, his hand moving to his clothes and starting to strip himself down. The cool air was a shock to his skin as he exposed his chest, fit and strong if not overly developed and defined. His boots were loosened enough to be kicked free, thumping on the ground as he stood at the entrance to the tent. The cold air did nothing to hinder his hard cock as he jerked his jeans and boxers down together, letting it bounce free. His manhood was slightly thicker than average and long and proud; over nine inches of proud dick and pulsing with need. Pre-cum already glistened on the head of his dick as he bent down and stepped into the tent. She wanted him to use her. To satisfy himself without thought to her pleasure. Any other time and that would be a thought that would appall him. He believed in leaving his loves in orgasmic bliss and spent. But that's not what she wanted. Jessie got what she wanted from him, it was almost impossible for him to say no to her. And she wanted his cock. James lunged for her, his body atop hers and forcing her down in the middle of their sleeping bags. He growled, "Got you now, you hot fucking tease." His hands squeezed those glorious tits before lifting and giving each a firm slap. He bent down to kiss her perky breasts before nipping and then lightly biting on her nipples. Jessie was in the act of pushing her shorts over her hips; half of her bare ass was visible when he lunged at her and knocked her, face-first into the sleeping bag with an "Of! She froze when she felt his erection press against her thigh. "Oh..." she felt his hands on her breasts and sighed softly, I- ouch!" when he slapped them; she felt her arousal jump to another level and her scent filled the air between them. The pinch, that nearly had her cumming all on its own. "Yes, play with them, you can be rough." her voice had grown huskier, a little lower as she looked over her shoulder at him "Do it, get that cock in me, please! Not satisfied with just feeling his cock on her thigh, she reached down under her and grasp the thick shaft,}"Damn, I forgot how big you are." and pressed back until she felt him touch her folds "I like it from behind." Fuck, she feltsodamn good. So sinfully good. This was such a bad idea. It was so wrong. But she responded with such clear desire that wrong or not, there was no way to stop. "Damn, you hot slut," he growled. Her pussy was soaking and scorching as she pushed herself back against him. He then gave her ass a stinging slap, then another, and another, "This isn't about you, remember?" Even though he said that, a moment later he gave her exactly what she wanted. James took hold of her hips and drove himself forward, letting out a snarling cry as his cock speared into her cunt. She was so tight! Fuck! So hot! He rammed about half of his length into her with that first thrust and held it a few seconds before pulling all the way out and slamming in again. All the way out and in again. And again. And again. He reached around her and grabbed her tits hard, squeezing them, as he laid himself over top of her. His weight pushed her down towards the ground as he began to fuck her with hard, fast, shallow strokes that kept at least the head of his dick buried in her at all times. "So, in, fucking good, Jessie, you bitch," he groaned. "Always wondered what, ahhh, what this pussy would feel like. How these tits would feel." He squeezed them hard again and nipped at her neck where it met the shoulder. "How does my cock feel? I want to hear you, don't you dare hold back!" As prepared as Jessie thought that she was, as hard as he spanked her ass, his first thrust took her breath away for a moment; his second thrust stretched her walls all the way to her cervix and forced a high-pitched "Fuck!" from between her lips. "Fuck! So big, God, it's stretching my pussy!" Each hard thrust rocked her forward and she thrust back against him. Each time he squeezed her breast, she gasped and arched her back to press them into his palms. "Do it! Do it! Wreck my pussy!" Her head dropped when he laid his wait on her; her breathing already rapid and shallow as he gave her what she needed. The way her breath rushed out of her when he thrust in that first time brought a smug smile to his face. It was always a shock, save for those few size queens who'd had similar before, and that smirk became a toothy grin as he drove in again and she cried out. He growled as he pounded her into the floor of the tent, hips and ass flexing over and over and over again to slam his bitch breaker all the way into her core. He nipped her hear, "Damn right, I will," he promised. "Going to wreck this cunt, ruin you, leave you with a limp for a fucking week!" Probably not that long, but she might be sore for a while. "Think, NNN, think you'll even feel other cocks after I've stretched you out? Leave you gaping and made for big dick." Each of the next words was punctuated with an extra hard thrust, "MY! BIG! DICK!" Jessie tried to thrust back, but his weight and the sheer force of his thrusting cock drove her flat on the canvas floor; her arms and legs sprawled about her as he settled on her. Each of his thrust prolonged her shrieks as he pounded her pussy with the full length of his cock. "YES! YES! OH, GOD YES! Only your cock! Your Cunt!" erupted from her hanging jaw on gasps of air. She felt like he was driving her into the ground, her body slid slowly across the tent Fuck, where was this coming from? Part of him was dazed by his own words and actions. That didn't stop him from his relentless pace, slamming as deep as he could into her tight, molten snatch over and over and over again. "Fuck, yes. MY! CUNT!" Again, each of those last words was accompanied by a stronger, harder thrust before he went back to his fast pace. Their bodies slapped together, the sounds of their breathing mingling, as he drove home again and again. He was taking her at her word and was driving sheer for his own pleasure, going faster, harder, faster still, harder still, charging towards his own relief. Had he not been being so focused and had it not been so long, he would have lasted longer. Even as it was, he was pounding her for who knew how many minutes before he felt something inside himself tighten like a spring. "GGG! Damn it, Jess, you hot fucking slut! Gun-gonna fucking-" He didn't finish the sentence as his rhythm broke, and he moved his hands to her shoulders and pulled her back against him while he thrust his hips in to drive as deep as he could go into her. His cock pulsed, and his cum streamed into her into thick gushes. He let out a strangled cry, head going back, pumping jet after jet of his sticky, heavy, virile seed into his best friend's ripe body. Jessie was so focused on the sensations of being fucked senseless that she wasn't aware of what she cried out, "Yes! Your cunt! Make me your cunt!" The degrading name-calling, the dirty talk and the force of his pounding pace had hit something inside of her brain that she hadn't known herself; She got off on all of it in a way she never had before. With another scheme, she came harder than she ever had before; Her body shook as her passage quivered and tightened around his cock; her body arched and squirted all over his nuts... and passed out from the intensity of her orgasm that seemed to go on former. Finally, Jessie pulled herself over and reached for his cock again, "Gotta clean you up..." As worn out as she was, she took his shaft into her mouth and used her tongue to clean every drop of their juices from it. He lay on top of her for a time, regaining his breath and something of his sanity. That had been intense. Insane. Wonderful. God-damn. He couldn't deny that he'd always though Jessie was sexy, wondered if she was as good as she said she was...well, now he knew. Part of it at least. He groaned as he slid out of her and sat back tailor style, leaning back on his hands. Jessie lay there senseless for a while before she moved and turned over, reaching for his dick and then, "Church, fuck, Jessie, that mouth of yours..." She was taking him into her mouth and that sharp tongue of hers was wet and warm as it slid over him and licked him clean of their mingled juices. "Mm, clean me up good now. You promised me that you'd drop to your knees whenever I wanted until we get home, and you don't want to be sucking a dirty cock later now, do you?" He moved one hand to stroke through her hair a few times before taking hold of it, not yet pulling or guiding her head, but just taking a good grip and putting pressure on. This was so good. But so messed up. This was his friend. They weren't...well, they hadn't been like this. What would it mean to them now? Jessie dammed softly as she slowly cleaned his cock; her tongue caressed his length almost lazily. Jessie opened her eyes and looked up at him when he grasped her hair; almost daring him with that gaze. She slowly pulled back until his cock slipped free of her lips; a teasing smile formed on her full lips, "I haven't forgotten the deal, tell me that it's time and watch me." She grinned a little, "You can even fuck my face if you want to," her fingertips caressed the wrist and hand that held her hair. "Did you like using me?" she asked with curiosity in her tone. God-damn. This was probably such a big mistake. But he felt better than he had in months. Hell, in years. Despite how much control he'd taken, James felt his cheeks heating slightly at her teasing words. "I hope your mouth is ready for a work-out then," he said. Did he mean it? He felt the deal might be a bit unfair towards her. But if he was honest, he knew he'd have her sucking him at least twice more before day was done. Her question caused him to draw in a breath. He did not answer right away, but considered. After a few seconds, he nodded and chuckled in surprise, "You know, I really did. Jessie, you...fuck, you were amazing. And taking you like that, using you... I've never done that, and it felt...liberating, I think, would be the word." His hand slid out of her hair and down her face, caressing her cheek tenderly. "How are you feeling about it? No regrets?" Yet. He hoped there wouldn't be any for either of them at any time after this. But he couldn't stop worrying about it. Jessie crawled up to lay against him; one leg thrown over his and her hand on his chest as she listened to his answer. When he ran his finger down her cheek, she turned her head and caught his finger between her teeth and grinned before releasing it. “You gave me the hardest orgasm of my life. How do you think that I felt about being used?” She rose up and kissed him softly on the lips, “I hope that you’ll do it again.” She waggled her eyebrows at him, “Only don’t ask me for it… just take me.” He gave her a rueful grimace when she playfully caught his finger between her teeth. But that was Jessie for you. Fierce, even in post-coital cuddling and bliss. "I think you feel well fucked, but I wanted to make sure there wasn't any...that you didn't feel weird about that happening between us." He didn't. Did he? No, he didn't think so. It had been amazing. Her kiss was a sweet, light thing. He chuckled when she spoke again. "Don't ask, huh? Does that go for just this weekend or should I just show up to your place one of these days and pounce?" James kissed her then, a bit more heat in it than the one she'd just given him. He'd said the words to tease her. But to his own surprise, he found that he meant it. He could do that. And he wanted to. Hell, what had they done? This could, would, change things. But did it have to? They had been best friends for so long. Could they be best friends...with benefits? His hands moved down her body to give her ass a squeeze, and then he hugged her close to him, feeling the softness of her breasts against his body. Damn but she felt good! Jessie paused for a moment and met his eyes as she considered his question, She spoke in a near whisper, “Is that something that you want?” She had to ask before she gave him an answer that would change their lives forever, but how she wanted to give him that control over her body. Pressed against him and his hand squeezing her bare ass, she whispered into the silence, “As long as you use me like this… Yes, you can have me whenever, wherever you want “She grinned a little, “When I said that it’s your pussy, I wasn’t kidding. Knowing that you want to use me, It’s nothing like I thought that it would be like… Use my pussy, my mouth, my ass whenever you want it… Think that you could dominate me?” ” She asked the question. He didn't answer it. But then he didn't think he had to. The mere fact that he had prompted it told the story. Because no matter his reservations, no matter his concerns, he did want that. He wanted her again. And he would have her. By her own words. God. God, this was such a mistake. But they were going to make it together." Every time? I don't know. But after that, I know I'll be able to at least some of the time." James licked his lips, "Like now." He pushed her away from him and onto her back in the tent before moving over her. He straddled her and slapped his cock against her face. Furthermore, he was only partly hard but growing thicker, longer. "I need to fuck that pretty face and dirty mouth of yours. Open up, Jessie." Jessie rolled her eyes and laughed softly, "Well, not all the Tim-" She yelped as he pushed her away and onto her back. She blinked as he rolled over and sat up over her shoulders and dropped his cock in her face. At his command, she looked up and into his eyes for a long moment before she submitted to him and opened her mouth for him,"Yes, Sir." He almost thought that she was going to tell him to screw off. Or that he'd have to wait longer for his next service after hammering her like that. But then came her acknowledgment and opening wide of that talented, sassy mouth. "Good girl," he answered. This...this was moving too fast. Coming too easily. But he couldn't stop. "Very good girl. Live up to your reputation now," he teased then before he shifted position enough to push his cock into her mouth. His right hand slid into her hair and took hold, gently but firmly. For now. He groaned and pushed more of his length into her, for now satisfied with just trying to get as much of his rod in her mouth and down her throat as he could. Jessie felt him move as much as saw him rise to his knees and feed his cock to her open mouth. She trusted him and this was one way for her to show him that she could be his; could give him what she had waited to since before her divorce, if he only possessed her. She felt his hand grasp her red hair and kneel over her; his knees held her in place as his hips lowered, and he pressed his cock past her tonsils. Furthermore, she gagged softly as his head found her throat and pulled her head up until her nose was in his pubes and his balls touched her chin; her soft lips wrapped about his base and sucked softly in encouragement. She swallowed against his cock head and looked up at him as she waited for him to take what he wanted.

Scratching each other's itches, that's all it is. Right_ [Blinkin and Armphid]|rating:3.0

Darker than ShinRa{Sweet and Mathim}

FIFA lay on the examining table, her mind reeling from the last few days of changes. It had started three nights ago, with soldiers breaking into her and Clouds location. They had been sleeping, just after taking about the future and the things that had to happen. She had been taken into Custody, by Shira Junior - Rufus - and given the terms of her surrender. He had her entire group, Avalanche, captured. They would be kept safe, if only she abided by his terms. She had gone to the labs, met Dojo, and then gone under for the first time. She had awakened to a uniform being shoved at her, her breasts aching, and the humiliation had only just begun. So far not much had been done, she had been forced to walk around in a little uniform, a Milk Maid, with a platter of 'refreshments'. At first, she couldn't stand the pressure on her breasts, the sudden dripping and pain of the milk that had built up within her. She wasn't sure how it had happened, but apparently Shira had managed to induce lactation. She knew that Rufus intended her to carry his bloodline, but he had yet to make that kind of move on her. Furthermore, she was confused, but it was probably because Dojo said he wasn't done with the 'modifications'. Furthermore, she had been made to let anyone take from her breast, it was the only way to alleviate the pain. That or the special pump that she could switch between her breasts - for anyone that wanted to just get a normal glass of what she was producing. The dark haired woman stared up at the ceiling, Dojo wasn't there at the moment. But she could already see the Uniform waiting to the side. She was losing her pride, her dignity, but she was not going to give up her fight. She was doing this to keep them safe, her friends, the man she loved. Furthermore, she walked over to the outfit waiting for her, her aching breasts sagged and wept with the need for her milk to be expressed. It was a radiating pain that was excruciating - but delicious all in the same moment. She closed her eyes, rubbing her hands over her face. She was allowed a shower, and she took that liberty - even if the shower stall was set up so anyone walking by the hall could see if she was in there. After her shower she dressed in her uniform, looking at the note left nearby. It said she needed to be in a certain lab at a certain time. It took a few moments, but she gathered herself, her pump and tray, and then moved her way down the halls. People looked at her, watching her with veiled knowing eyes. The ones that lusted for her did not bother her, it was the ones that showed pity. She tucked her head down, moving as quickly as possible - till she was in the lab in question. The door slid open, as if waiting for her and she stepped in. She looked up, noticing there was more than one 'bodyguard' in the room - a couple of Turks, Rufus, Dojo... and... a pale haired woman strapped to a table. "Refreshments?" She found herself saying, the urge to grit her teeth was strong, but she had learned to try to do this as cheerfully as possible - because sometimes the pump was taken from her.=======Ma had been traveling, after her mother's death. She had taken up her mothers uniform, and her sword. Using the training her mother had given her, she moved through the World heading to whatever it was that was drawing her. Her eyes, the sky blue of her mother's, had not changed as other experiments had. She was still a long way away from being stable, and even as it stood she was not the typical sort of experiment. She had moved to the horizon, just kept pushing and hoping that something would happen. What happened was an attack by a fiend, something that left her shaking - from her inability to control it. She had a fit there, in the middle of a field, with no one around. Then suddenly the people in Suits had showed up. A red head had picked her up, bridal style, as the other three prepared a plane for transport. She wasn't sure why, but something deep inside of her had been screaming. But the people were so nice, the red -head in particular was pretty nice to her, even if the blond woman kept giving her sideways looks. She was passing in and out of consciousness during travel, but she was sure she heard 'acquired, returning to headquarters' while she was being transported. The fit ended when she finally was at the facility. She explained her situation to a few Lab techs, and they had left in a flurry of shock to get a main with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He wore glasses, and seemed to have a smile that was just a smudge too bright. But Ma had explained her situation to him again. He seemed very sympathetic, almost like a doting father - had she ever had a father? Her mother had never talked about her father, but from the Journal Ma could surmise she had never had one. The man had explained that there was something the company could do for her, and he would gladly do it. It was a shame to leave such a young woman in such terrible agony. Mei had agreed, and had been put under. Her last thought was wondering what the cost would be. When she awakened next she was on a laboratory table, gently restrained with cloth lined straps that were attached just below her breasts, across her shoulders, and across her hips. Her arms were restrained the same way, and her legs were spread and restrained. She blinked in confusion as the bright light above her came into focus. Her body tingled, ached, but it was a sort of painful ache she had come to recognize from one of her fits. She groggily turned her head, her eyes focusing as she blinked a few times. "Did it work?" She asked, feeling like her mouth was filled with cotton. Her bangs slid across her eyes and she tried to sit up, even though she knew she was restrained. "Did I try to hurt someone? Why am I restrained?" She asked, her voice still felt thick and heavy - strange to her ears. She realized that her vision was stronger, she could see passed the ring of the light above her - into the dimmer lit room around her. People, things, and it was at that moment she realized they had not even put her into a hospital gown. Her body was lean, well sculpted and formed in a tight way. She had spent years as a fighter, and it showed in her body. Her mother had put her thought the same training that SOLDIER had put their recruits, and as a result Ma was a well toned machine. She wasn't sure how, but apparently part of her genetics was a side effect of no body hair - her mother said it had been the same with her, her whole life. So there she was, completely naked and practically on display. She had very little sense of propriety at times, but she was embarrassed that her lacking form was on display. The 67th floor elevator was where the end came. Trapped in the glass tube high up enough that nothing on the planet could possibly survive falling from, the members of Avalanche who had broken into the Shira Building in an attempt to rescue their comrade were quickly surrounded by the Turks and rounded up. A short audience with the President of Shira gloating about their capture and his plans for the future preceded their indefinite captivity. A bittersweet turn of events did nothing to change their fates, and only brought the mildest sliver of justice. A day later the President was announced dead, quite spectacularly murdered by an assailant not named in the press, but the surviving guards and Space Program Chief Palmer confirmed that it was the thought-deceased Joseph Roth. With the head of the company gone, the next-in-line, his son Rufus, assumed command and flew to Midgard from his previous assignment immediately to take up the slack. While considering the idea of a public execution, to blame Avalanche and punish them on behalf of every citizen for the disaster in Sector 7, Rufus came across an image of FIFA on the security monitors. He also viewed footage of her hand-to-hand style combat from their infiltration and marveled at such a well-endowed, yet ferocious, female warrior. It intrigued him greatly, and an idea formed that would help him benefit the most from his acquisition. Separating her from her seeming boyfriend and threatening his and the others' lives, Rufus forced FIFA into an arrangement that guaranteed she would never again know dissent and become a productive member of the Shira family...quite literally. With Cloud and Barrel constantly under threat of execution, FIFA had no choice but to subject herself to every whim of Rufus' or have the blood of her friends on her hands. But he couldn't do it with just such a threat. Professor Dojo was responsible for the majority of biological and psychological mechanisms and treatments that would ensure FIFA's continued compliance. One such genetic block prevented her from ever striking Rufus. As if a new reflex was developed, her body would seize up if she ever attempted any heavily forceful motion on him. It was a nice little preventative measure that he wasn't in the mood to share with his other subordinates, many of whom he'd occasionally pit her against to see if she remained in top condition, and to see if his personal bodyguards were up to par. FIFA was an absolute gem, the ideal breeding mare for his offspring that would, for all intents and purposes, rule the world in his stead once he had retired or passed on. Sephiroth's untimely appearance, however, had complicated things. Dojo's reward for his work on FIFA was unrestricted access to the Ancient girl, Aegis, though Rufus wanted her to be made to reveal the location of the Promised Land. A garden of Eden of Make, an untapped gold mine of that beautiful green energy that an even greater city than Midgard would be built upon. No corner of the earth would ever be free from Shira's grasp when they wielded that increase in power. Even the wealth of Gold Saucer would not stop him from enacting a hostile takeover. A new acquisition intrigued him too, however. A young woman who strongly resembled Joseph Roth, as Dojo revealed, for the same reasons. Such a specimen could, if controlled, be an extremely useful asset, both in finding and combating Joseph Roth and as a personal bodyguard. After all, FIFA couldn't very well be expected to remain in that capacity; she couldn't harm him but nothing prevented her from standing by and letting him be hurt or killed by some other external means. She may not yet have had him plant his seeds in her womb, but Dojo did promise he'd add some resistance to her reproductive areas so that intercourse would remain possible and healthy well up until the time of birth, even if it got a little rougher than usual. Mei's unfortunate condition meant very easy control over her, offering her a lease on life for her loyalty and 'service'. It wasn't quite as demeaning as FIFA's new job, but just enough to remind her that they did pretty much own her, and it did discourage disobedience and, when they decided to be nice to her, gratitude. FIFA hadn't been formally introduced yet but was quite an important key in their ability to make Ma strong enough to be of utmost utility. Rufus had just come from a fencing lesson and was still wearing that white uniform, not unlike his overcoat, but this showed off more of his form, not unpleasing to the eye for a spoiled rich brat, but money bought the best trainers, and he wasn't interested in letting himself go like his plump father. He walked calmly over to FIFA and kissed her, expecting her to reciprocate, even if it was only an act, the same excitement and passion he put into it. "Prepare a glass for our new guest." he instructed her, meaning she was to use her pump. As much as giving Ma the proper treatment would have helped get her back in peak condition sooner, Rufus didn't want to take chances with her getting out of control as Joseph Roth had. So FIFA's breasts were not only lactating prematurely, but they were also producing a benign chemical that would simply degenerate into a simple amino acid in ordinary people who consumed it. But for someone like Ma, who was receiving experimental treatments, it was a catalytic agent that would maximize the effectiveness of what was helping her regain control over her incidents. If she ever got out of line, FIFA's milk would be withheld from Ma and eventually Ma would start having trouble controlling herself during those times again. Rufus was going to have a word with FIFA about speaking her mind to Ma, he didn't want his buxom bride-to-be filling his prized soldier girl's head with stories about Shira being evil. FIFA did her best to reciprocate the kiss, as her participation was needed. A part of her was thrilled by it, Rufus was not bad looking, but the sane part of her mentally slapped that part silly. She was doing this to keep her friends safe, it was definitely something she was willing to do. She had said she would do anything to keep them safe, and she meant it. Furthermore, she hoped they never learned of what had happened to her, but the chances where that would happen. When Rufus was done kissing her she resisted her urge to hit him, knowing it wouldn't be a good thing at all. "Yes, sir." She said in a clipped voice. As much as she hated what had been done to her, the action of milking herself did relieve pressure. The more she did, the more relaxed she felt and the less in pain she was. After the pump started, she found herself relaxing a little, if still a bit unnerved to be in the position she was in. When the pumping reached a sufficient level she depressed the beer tap device attached to it, pouring a cup for the girl. She held it out as politely as possible, though she felt a bit unnerved that this woman was seeing such things. Ma couldn't be any older than 18, given the fact that she looked the way she did." The restraints are needed for now, Ma, you haven't received the last part of your first treatment. Without the enzyme in FIFA's milk... you will enter another fit. After that, your contract terms will be discussed. So just relax, and stay calm. I wouldn't want to sedate you." Dojo said in a smooth voice as he stepped up next to the experiment that was spread out on the examining table. He acted as fatherly as possible while he gently pushed away a strand of that strange colored silver-white hair, it had been in her eyes - it was only nice to move it. "Another side effect of your treatments is an increased sexual need, we are aware of your... untouched state - and this might be a bit... unnerving for you. So we have taken that into consideration." Mei twisted a little as she looked up at Dojo, her pale eyes dancing with confusion, but just barely around the pupils that green color was starting to settle. She frowned a little, but relaxed against the restraints, what he said made sense. So she waited quietly as FIFA walked over with the cup and poured the fluid into her mouth. It was sweet, sweeter than any milk Ma had had before - and it filled her with a floating sensation. Kind of like being happy, with her mother, all over again. But she felt that strange sensation again, that tingling through her body. Slowly but surely she finished the milk, a few drops escaping her mouth and trailing down her face. She turned her head to stare at Rufus at that point, relaxing in the restraints and just getting adjusted to the new sensations in her. "Contract? I suppose there is a cost for what is being done for me. What is it? Sir? I should probably have asked before I was put under - but I was in too much pain to even think. " She stated as she stretched out a little, trying to get a bit of relief from the strange pressure that was building inside of her. Her eyebrows creased in confusion as she tried to relax again. A bit perturbed by the strange sensations in her body." I merely ask you do not ask me to kill anyone, it exacerbates my issues..." The pale eyed young woman whispered as she clenched her hands, breathing through her nose and trying to calm the sensation in her body. Rufus clapped his hands together slowly, almost like the ticks of a metronome, rubbing them together just before starting to speak again. "You inherited quite a deep wellspring of potential from your mother. It would be a crime to waste it, so we're going to throw in the bonus of training you to peak condition. All I ask in return is that you use that talent to help Shira, Inc. further its objectives. I believe most of what you'll come up against are mere self-defense situations. It will be at your discretion whether to take life, but I believe once you reach the pinnacle of your abilities, you will have no difficulty in incapacitating any number of enemies with non-lethal force." Rufus praised Ma's potential, according to Dojo's projections. "And, a few personal favors, done in private, just to show your gratitude for us putting so much money and resources behind finding and curing you." he added, smirking. Turning away and motioning to the erotic cosplay-dressed brunette, he continued." I'd like you to spend some time observing this woman, who is guilty of massive crimes against our organizations. She may be extremely dangerous and deserve to perish for the severity of her offenses, but I am not a man who overlooks potential. She is quite a fetching prize and I intend to father the next heir to the Shira presidency with her. I think allowing her to create life in exchange for what she's done to destroy it, and atone for her crimes is a much better use of her than simply imprisoning her for life or executing her. She may not look like much now, after our special alterations to ensure that she cannot repeat certain egregious misdemeanors against certain key figures, such as myself, but she is quite the formidable hand-to-hand martial artist. You may sometimes train together, or simply observe her when she is allowed to exercise and maintain her fit condition. After all, what I desire is a strong mother for my sons, an equal match for their father." he boasted." I insist you attend our wedding ceremony later on. It will be an informal affair, only a few choice invitees-probably fewer people even than are in this room now." he smirked, knowing a few of Dojo's fellow scientists weren't important enough for him even to know their names, let alone for them to be witness to him deflowering his blushing bride-to-be. "Speaking of which, your wedding dress has arrived today. I'll see to it, you're cleaned up and dressed properly for the ceremony." he walked back up to FIFA, caressing her breasts with one hand, the other held with discipline behind his back. He squeezed one of the nipples until a squirt of milk jolted out, and licked his fingers, relishing the taste. "I'm not above sharing you with my hardworking staff," he whispered to her, "but I want the first taste." he chuckled darkly, patting, well, more like a hard spanking, her on the butt as he walked away from her, allowing the rest of his crew to get on with their tasks. A dreadful blonde woman, Scarlet, was selected to give FIFA her wedding makeover. It was a joke to call it a wedding dress; a bra meant only to hold up her breasts but not cover them, a garter belt minus any panties to hold up her white stockings, the highest heels, such that walking was nearly impossible without falling over but for her incredible balance, and the entire dress was nothing but see-through lace, not unlike her veil. But Rufus did spare no expense in hairstylists available to any female staff who wanted to look their best. "Choose any style you like, you stuck-up little bitch. We're going to train that shit right out of you." Scarlet grabbed FIFA's nose, shaking it about and squeezing it hard to cause as much pain as possible without any visible marring of her beauty, and delivering a slap that, amazingly, didn't cause too much redness. "Get a makeup girl in here. Don't want the whore to go out in public without being painted." she snapped her fingers, then walked away, laughing a hideous, witch laugh. Ma was actually a tad confused, but her system seemed to be settling down. Dojo unbuckled her and passed some underclothes to her. She dressed as she listened to Rufus talk, and then went further to dress in her mother's old uniform. She would probably have to get a few others made like this, because she didn't want to lose this part of herself. Plus it would be quite fitting for her new position. She wanted her sword back, but wasn't sure what they had done with it. The Sword was her Mother's, and every Soldier's blade differed in a way that you could tell who's blade it really was, just by looking at it properly." Favors of what Nature, Sir?" She asked as she finished dressing, taking a moment to sweep and twist her hair till she bound it in place. Back in its bun, and she felt a bit more normal. "I would be honored to attend your wedding, Sir." She said as she gave him a polite bow. Her mother had taught her manners were always quite important. She was watching FIFA at that moment, gauging the woman's body language. You could often tell truths about people, by watching them. Ma wasn't as adept at it as her mother, but it seemed there was more to this than met the eye." What should I do until the wedding begins?" She asked as she let her arms rest at her side, eyeing the interactions Rufus was having with his soon-to-be wife. What was the story behind that? What did he hold over FIFA that made her do the things she was doing? She didn't seem like the usual woman, nor did she seem the usual type to this sort of thing. Tifa bit the inside of her cheek, trying her hardest not to glare at Rufus as he told such terrible one-sided truths. There was more to the story, and she was hoping she would get a chance to talk to the woman. If Ma was as powerful as they were saying, on par with Joseph Roth, then there was hope she might be able to stop what Shira was doing. She bit her cheek harder when he squeezed her nipple, and did her best to keep herself from lashing out. She wanted to hit something, so badly. It was hard to keep her anger in check like this, but it was also something she was forced to do. She had to remember this was all for her friends, it was all for them. It was all so she could keep them safe. Her eyes closed as she tried to prepare herself for whatever was coming next. Her eyes opened as a blond woman approached her, but she wanted to reach out and slap the woman when she started to fuck with her face. But before she could do anything she was slapped and her head was reeling. She found that she tasted blood inside her mouth, probably from where she had been chewing on her cheek." I shall dress than." She stated in a low grating voice. Her eyes scanning the room. "It is bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding, may I have privacy for that and the makeup artists..." FIFA asked, casting her eyes down. "As a wedding present..." She added on, hoping the request seemed contrite enough. She was hoping she could get a minimal amount of privacy at least for a few moments, especially since her entire life was shattering before her. Furthermore, she needed to prepare herself for the fact that she was about to be forceable married to Rufus Shira. Rufus had better things to do than supervise FIFA during her makeover and made no effort to follow her, though the tradition of not seeing the bride before the wedding was of supreme indifference to him. He'd do as he damn well pleased and that was all there was to it. His attention was more focused on Ma at the moment anyway, as he didn't have to hold much back with her as he would eventually have to with FIFA. One's bride and one's mistress, forced to get along and service him, sometimes side by side, it was truly divine to be so powerful and privileged." Well, Ma my dear, I'll leave that instruction up to my special operatives. Who knows, one day you may join their ranks. It's only for those whose skills rise beyond those of Soldiers of the highest rank. You and other special ladies have a few other valuable assets and responsibilities as a result. So of course we have to ensure you're well-trained in other ways that benefit the rest of your comrades. And myself and my inner circle are the best trainers for that." Rufus poured it on very thick. Someone unused to ordinarily socializing such as Ma would surely go into what would be embarrassing even to a paid whore with an open mind. He summoned the Turks, or at least those who were located conveniently; Rude, Elena, who had been recently promoted, and Then, before having dispatched them on another assignment. Reno, regrettably, could not yet join them, he was still recovering from the three-on-one battle atop the plate support tower. "Your combat and discipline training will be supervised by my Turks operatives, and you will spar with various specimens acquired or created by Professor Dojo, and some of my other Soldiers and trainees to test you in various situations. Strength without skill and discipline is a dangerous thing, and so this will enable you to wield it with proper balance and control." he snapped his fingers, and the Turks all came closer to usher the young woman to a training room. "Start her off slow, we don't want to have any accidents, for her or for us." he reminded them." This will serve as a warm-up. Get the blood and adrenaline flowing. This will ensure that you'll be prepared for the other sort of training during the conclusion of the wedding. A celebration that breaks from tradition and allows us to really fully enjoy the company we keep and invite." he grinned. He himself had to be excused to have time to shower and put on his wedding outfit. Rather than a tux, which would have been something not unlike his ordinary business suit, he wore what seemed to be men's ballet tights and something not unlike his fencing outfit top, with no sleeves. It did seem to offer optimum freedom of movement and comfort, and it would seem clear that, when he was in a relaxed mood, he really hated the whole stuffy clothing Schick, having to dress the part of the business savvy tyrant. Much as he was spoiled, he couldn't succumb to the idea of avoiding any common ground with the peasants. In the bath and nude, a king is no different from a common man, as the proverb went, after all. The company chaplain was brought up to perform the ceremony, which was legally binding with all the paperwork drawn up. FIFA would be violating the terms of her agreement keeping her friends alive if she refused to sign it and accept the vows with an "I do". But the chaplain was to be dismissed afterward. Even though he felt awkward knowing he'd be overseeing the ceremony of a nude woman in bondage, he'd have to officiate but would be free to leave upon Rufus announcing the procession of consummating the marriage. He'd already gotten the honeymoon all planned out and was going to bring the entire wedding party and some other essential staff along with him to Juno to board the High wind, and, while enjoying his honeymoon with FIFA, trying every second his manhood would allow getting her pregnant, begin his slow conquest of the rest of the world his father hadn't the brains or balls to go after. "I am not sure if you are aware, but my mother fully trained me as a SOLDIER recruit would be trained. She only died recently, and as a result I have many years of combat training." Ma commented as she followed after Rufus. She was glad she was finally dressed, because she could at least warm up. She felt a bit more whole wearing the Old SOLDIER uniform that had been her Mother's. Her eyes scanned across the room, making sure to note each person there. That heat was spreading through her, and she found her lips perking a little as she thought deeply on the situation. She rolled her shoulder, shrugging and walked into the room with the Turks. "Training is training, I suppose, though I am not sure what you plan on having at the Wedding... that would require a warm-up. Are we going on a hunt or something?" She mused as she stretched a little. He said training, so she was going to do her stretches to warm her muscles up. Which was a strange new sensation given the slight changes she could already feel in her body. It was strange how the first stages of the procedure had stabilized a few things. Tifa was able to give a sigh of relief as everyone seemed to filter out of the room. She was directed to another area, for the preparations that were required for the wedding. She wasn't sure exactly what they planned on, but it was obvious that things were going to change for her. Furthermore, she ignored Scarlet, which was easy to do when she realized the woman was just an older - blonder - more annoying version of Toughie. It made things a lot easier... actually. She was worried about that girl, despite everything - because that new girl - Mei, was it? - was more naive that she even realized. FIFA at least understood the things that Shira was doing was wrong, even to people that did this for a living. Most women, well as far as FIFA knew, would never willingly subject themselves to such things. Which was quite honestly not something FIFA would wish on everyone. Though she was wishing she could hurt Rufus, or one of his little lackeys - that would increase her mood exponentially. Perhaps that training would be a good thing, when she could get some combat training. Hitting things would increase her mood, quite definitely. While waiting for the preparations for the wedding to commence, Rufus decided to have a full-body massage to help him relax and prepare him physically for it while the two girls had their own individual preparations to attend. Then was put in charge of training her and gauging her abilities while the other Turks were to spar with her. FIFA, on the other hand, needed a bit of coaching to ensure that she didn't create any embarrassing scenes during the proceedings. She was the only one who was supposed to be subject to humiliation, so for her to carry that over to the rest of the people around her was unacceptable. Scarlet, effective though she was in barking orders and disciplining the troops, was not an ideal choice for a prisoner who could not lash out without permission anyway. A softer touch was required for someone in FIFA's situation, and the only one handy who also had the right temperament was a minor executive named Reeve. Reeve was brought in and, possibly to FIFA's surprise, averted his gaze from her fully visible nude form underneath her erotic joke of a wedding dress. He stared down at his clipboard and sat near her while occasionally, someone who did makeup would give her a touch-up or someone else would make sure her nipples didn't leak and get the material wet. "So, ERM..." he cleared his throat. "The new President has asked that you be counseled in the ways of a new member of the Shira family, per your position as wife of the head of the company." he began. "My name is Reeve, and we'll be going over some instructions prior to the ceremony to ensure maximum cooperation and ease of transition. Do you understand what I'm saying or have any questions before we begin?" he asked, trying hard to look her in the eyes and not let his wander. Mei, meanwhile, was escorted to what looked like a dojo, not accessible to most other Shira employees, behind a wall. Then, Rude and Elena followed her in, leaving the entrance open in case anything required their immediate attention elsewhere. Rude and Elena positioned themselves on either side of Ma who was in the center, according to Then's instruction. "An elite Shira warrior must be prepared to combat multiple opponents. I know not how much experience in this you have had so we will gauge your ability to multitask. We Turks are trained to peak condition, and for ease of stealth, we seldom rely on melee weapons, so all of you will be fighting hand-to-hand only. No improvising weapons even if you should find one." he added, not knowing how resourceful she was, if she might rip one of the floor mats out and use it as a shield or something. "I will be merely an observer for this first bout. If Rude and Elena do not overwhelm you, I shall also enter the fray after I call the end of the first match." he explained. Rude got a weird feeling about her and removed his sunglasses, not wanting any damage to come to them if she hit him in the face. Something told him she could be lethal if it came to that and that she wouldn't hold back when pressed. Elena on the other hand looked confident, clearly seeing an opportunity for advancement if another woman was such a prized piece of Rufus' collection. "I won't set any boundaries except try to avoid anything fatal. Do not fret about breaking bones or brain damage, much of that is treatable according to Professor Dojo, and you should be back in top for in a matter of days." Then continued. Crossing his arms, he smiled with amusement, clearly excited to see the results. "You may begin." He didn't hear the footsteps behind him but wouldn't have turned around even if he did. He wasn't going to miss a second of Rude and Elena testing this girl and whoever was coming up behind him would have to know about this place already, so it had to be a top executive, or... Reno stood beside Then passively, also observing the spectacle. His silence was due to his slow movements, still hurting from the beating he'd taken keeping Avalanche from halting the bombing of the pillar in Sector 7. Then's information about how the treatment of serious injuries could be expedited was based on how quickly Dojo had gotten Reno back on his feet, but he was still very sore. He could fight if he had to, but he'd be more susceptible to injury in his current state as well. Somehow he couldn't take his eyes off the girl, even though he normally loved to watch fights, he was fixated only on her and not the other two, mere blue shadows around her. FIFA was surprised at the bitch getting replaced with someone more reasonable. A man named Reeve, from what he said. He seemed strangely familiar, though she wasn't sure why. She gave him a wry smile, realizing he was trying to be polite and not look at her. "I am aware that he has requirements of me. I guess it would be a good idea to know what is expected of me." FIFA said as she gave a heavy exaggerated sigh. She was trying to garner pity from this man, emotional manipulation was a good tool. She really had just been trying to save the world, she wondered why people worked for a Corporation intent on destroying the planet. Why could someone work for a company that did human experimentation? That forced people to do things against their will? "Will I get to see my friends soon? I just want to make sure they are alright." FIFA commented as she crossed her arms over her chest and tucked her head down. She was trying to be as demure as possible, even though inside of her head she wished that she could beat all of them into a pulp and vanish. She would have to work on that girl, get her to understand the truth. Ma seemed like a smartest woman, so it shouldn't be that hard. They would need to bring things to a good level, and release the others. Poor Aerial must be going through some unspeakable things as well. Mei followed them to the training room, and listened quietly as she was spoken to. She stood calmly, quietly as it was explained this was a hand-to-hand situation. Her eyes closing as she seemed to slide into a martial arts stance, her hands drawn in close as she took in a deep breath and focused. "As you wish, Sir. " She said as she snapped back into attention and then folded her hands before her. She gave each of her opponents a polite bow before she twisted her body away and slipped into the offensive position. She was stepping into a form, that a few from another part of the planet. It would more easily be equated to 'circle stepping', with a strangely long climbed approach to its defensive strategy. As they moved around her, she would move to keep them into her focused range. Of course, she had psychic senses, innate ones, that made her sharper to fight. More on guard, and more alert. She stayed quiet, prepared and did not seem to acknowledge the red head that had come in. She was waiting patiently to see what her attackers would do. Furthermore, she could probably fight off two effectively, if she made sure to throw at least one of them as often as she could, preferably into the other one. That was the benefit of what she was, extra strength. Then wasn't sure what to expect from this performance. He knew Rude well, his heavy frame necessitated a forceful, direct approach to battle with strong upper-body strikes or, if he could get the space and opportunity, hard kicks. Elena, on the other hand, was more speedy, less direct and hadn't been on the team very long. Neither of them hard worked together before in battle, and so they hadn't gotten any experience teaming up. This would be interesting and could, if Ma would otherwise be overwhelmed by two strong opponents, give her a slight advantage. Rude dashed forward, leaning heavily on his left side, turning once he got close enough so he could bring up his right arm to attempt a heavy strike. This would determine one of two things: Either Ma would feel the need to dodge it due to inability to handle such brute force, or she'd block it, proving she was extremely capable of such a feat. Elena meanwhile was circling the two of them, trying to keep out of Ma's peripheral vision and let her focus on Rude, so Elena could attack her from the rear with, when she decided on her angle of attack, a jump kick. Reno stepped forward, wanting to enter the fray, but winced at his brittle recovering muscles. Well, watching could be fun too... Tifa's instruction from Reeve continued. "I'm afraid seeing your friends right now is out of the question. Professor Dojo is keeping the Ancient girl on facility so if you do see her it will be entirely coincidental. The two males have been separated and moved to different facilities around the world. The President is considering different ways in which they can be made useful, as he's decided with you. If they cooperate, they may even earn their freedom back at some point, though they won't have any ability to contact you directly, at least not for quite some time. I believe the President is waiting until the right time to let your ex-Soldier friend know that you and the President are inextricably linked so that your friend gives up any hope of rescuing you. The fact is there's just no defeating Shira, it's too large and too powerful. It was futile to try, and I assume you now understand that." he explained." He also understands that you are angry and upset by all of this, and you won't have to just sit by and sulk. Yes, you'll have to endure your punishment, which is supposed to help make you humble and submissive, but you'll have opportunities to take out your frustrations on various Shira affiliates. Insubordinate soldiers, those in need of harsh discipline, etc., you'll be given permission to dole out as much as you see fit on occasion. This will help you keep fit and serve a purpose for us as well." he continued." As for the wedding, it will be a relatively small ceremony, few in attendance, but I believe that the President intends to consummate the marriage at the conclusion of the ceremony. He's invited the few to attend whom he wouldn't mind witnessing the act, and has invited us to let our hair down as well, including that new girl, miss Ma. So if you have any reservations about pregnancy or motherhood, you'd best do what you can do deal with them quickly. If it doesn't happen tonight, or, I suppose even if it does, the President has made plans to continue attempting to impregnate his bride throughout the honeymoon which will be taking place on our airship as we travel the world on an inspection of our many reactor sites and other developments." Reeve concluded. Ma seemed to have entered a new state of calm, her body relaxing as she stayed in her defensive circle stepping. When Rude came at her, she quickly assessed the situation, noticing the way he left an unconscious (Most likely) opening, and the way that she could feel the tingle of energy as Elena kept circling around her. Rude threw his attack, and she tapped into that nature of what she was, her arm came up in a harsh block, as her body twisted, and she put a modicum amount of strength into kicking his right side. It was at that moment, that she completely twisted out-of-the-way so that she could make a grab for Elena's leg to throw her. This new control, the strength she felt from even one dose of serum - that is what urged her to remain in this place. But after she moved through her assessments she moved her body back to once again slip into a defensive circle stepping maneuver. She kept her mind analyzing everything around her, and remained as calm as possible as everything unfolded around her. "Again". She stated in a smooth calm voice, her blue eyes - with their tinge of green - narrowed as she brought her hands up to defend her body and face. Tifa resisted every urge she had to tell him he was wrong, but she knew for now all she could do was just stand and stare at him as the preparations were made. At least, as he said, she would have a chance to take her frustrations out. She was a powerful woman, and would not be brought down easily. She would fight any way she could, and would find a way to make the change she knew was needed. That girl, if fully powered, would be a powerful tool - but also was a person. FIFA would treat her like the person she was, even though Shira would not. To them, she would just be a tool, and that was something that pissed FIFA off to no end. Shira used people, and tossed them when they were no longer useful. Reeve was talking about the wedding, and she focused herself on him. He was talking about the wedding, and her apparent future motherhood. Her heart plummeted as she realized that Rufus was completely certain he was going to do this. Her teeth grit for a moment as she stared at Reeve. "Like I have any choice in being a mother, you have all seen to that." She stated as she crossed her arms over her chest. She couldn't hit any of them, but that didn't mean she couldn't have an aggressive stance. Which was exactly what she was going to do. Rude and Elena were not used to single combat with an opponent that much stronger than them-stronger than normal human limitations. Rude felt pain all the way to his bones from her block, and his eyes saw flashes of red and stars from the pain of her kick, rolling on the floor and, despite his typical coolness in these situations, not even making an attempt to get back up. Elena felt a horrible cramp in her leg as he body bent the wrong way while Ma grabbed it to fling her and felt her back collide with the wall, knocking the wind out of her to boot. Not even Then expected that. "I think that will be enough, actually." he clapped his hands slowly. "We will run out of healthy sparring partners at this rate. We'll have to bring in some of our advanced drone security models to get a better gauge next time. Machines are much more easily replaced." he decided. Reno was still reeling from what he saw. He didn't like women to be completely weak and helpless, but this was a little too far in the opposite direction. He was actually glad he didn't end up fighting her like Rude and Elena, that would have just further hurt his pride so shortly after his defeat by Avalanche. Furthermore, he went over to each fallen comrade in turn and offered to help them to the infirmary. Rude reluctantly asked for help getting back to his feet and thought he might have a broken rib or three. Elena was a little dizzy and limped after getting back up, but declined to get help for it. Reno asked if either was in the mood to attend the wedding. Both gave him a stern look as if to say, "Does it LOOK like we care about that?!" He backed off, but Then tapped him on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow. The two of them escorted Ma to the same place where FIFA was given her wedding preparations. She was free to shower if she felt like she needed one after that 'workout' that lasted less than five minutes, and given a selection of different gowns to choose from for the occasion. Even though Reno worse his Turks uniform less elegantly than the others, Then said Rufus wasn't going to mind and so neither of them needed to change before the ceremony. Reeve had escorted FIFA to the chapel set up on one of the top floors. "This is where we'll do the rehearsal. I'd say there will be, at most, ten people in attendance, yourself and the groom included." he explained to her. "You will need this." he handed her a collar that looked like it was more intended for a dog than a person. In his other hand there was a leash. "When the music starts, you'll be led along by the President up to the altar. You will listen to his vows and, whenever prompted, you will respond to the affirmative to all of his demands as your husband. Refusal to comply will violate the terms of your agreement to keep your friends from coming to harm." he reminded her." At the conclusion of the vows, there will be some light dancing, the Chaplin leading the ceremony will leave, and you and the President will consummate your union, and all the guests will be invited to participate in the festivities as well. The President doesn't want to feel self-conscious about making love in front of others, so having them doing it as well will help alleviate that effect. But don't worry, he has insisted that for the duration of your honeymoon, you be monopolized for his use alone, at least until it is confirmed that you are carrying his child." he concluded. "Are there any questions? He wishes for this affair to go smoothly, so I'm to encourage you not to make any errors." he tapped a pen against his chin, almost impatiently. He really didn't like the way she was looking at him, but at least he understood why. Still, it was uncomfortable, and seeing her bare flesh under that shear dress was terribly arousing though he could do nothing about it. Ma felt her battle high fade away rather instantly, her inner consciousness making her eyes widen as she covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt them! Mother would be so cross! You are never to hurt partners in a spar... are they going to be ok?" Ma asked Then, there it was again the young woman that had been so confused when she was first brought to Shira after they found her near dead in the middle of a field. She watched Rude and Elena heading off, her cheeks turning pink as she followed after Then and Reno. "S-Sorry..." She said as she felt her good mood sweep downwards. She really hadn't meant to hurt them, just test herself. Furthermore, she followed them to where FIFA was being prepared and then started looking at the clothes. A shower would be nice, she felt strangely dirty after hurting her sparring partners. "I... don't know what to wear to a wedding... I've never been to one." Tifa listened to what was being said to her, but followed after as best as she could. She stopped up short as she was handed a collar and leash, staring up at Reeve like he had two heads. She was going to ask him if he was serious, but he really was. Which is what made her eyes burn with further fire. She took a deep breath, counting as Aegis had taught her, and tried her best to not explode. This was for her friends, this was for her friends. "Consulate..." FIFA said her eyes going flat for a moment as she looked at Reeve with a blank look. Rufus intended to take her innocence, and fuck her in front of the people at their 'wedding'. She suddenly felt much more self-conscious of the outfit she was wearing, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I understand what I have to do to keep my friends safe, and that is the only reason I am doing it." She stated firmly as she let her head tilt up, putting a small tilt of her stubbornness. She would not be broken, she could not let herself get broken. Furthermore, she would stay safe, she would fight this anyway she could. Furthermore, she would find a way. Then shook his head. "Nonsense. Pain is just weakness leaving the body. How else could we determine your relative levels of strength without a direct test? These sacrifices have to be made. It's nothing they can't recover from, believe me. Look at Reno here, he was very badly hurt not long ago, and he's walking about." Reno nodded, still favoring his broken ribs, and followed the others out, deciding he'd rather be with his comrades right now. "As for your attire, I'll arrange it so you don't need to make a big decision. Then maybe one day if you decide to do the same, you'll have some idea of what you might like to wear to your wedding. It will be something elegant yet comfortable so you can participate in the...festivities." Then continued, motioning for her to follow him. He led Ma to the same place FIFA's dress and makeup and hair were done. Then gave instructions to some of the staff and left Ma in their hands. Ma was approached by several young women with different outfits, the style favoring a top that didn't cover the shoulders but still had sleeves down to her elbows and showed off her navel, with a skirt that left most of her legs bare as only one side of it went all the way down to her feet. It looked like something a fancy exotic dancer might wear. "How do you like it, sweetie?" the hair and makeup girls asked, so they could get to the rest of their preparations on her. Reeve wasn't listening to FIFA's resolve at this point, it was a moot issue. "Well, as long as you become pregnant before the President dies, if something does happen to him, you'd be one of the most powerful people in the company. Maybe then you can have things done your way." he played along with her encouragingly. "It's almost time, so you should prepare yourself mentally. The President doesn't want you crying or mouthing off during any part of the ceremony or honeymoon." he warned her. Ma felt a twinge of something as the red head left, was it annoyance or disappointment? He was rather attractive, not that she fully understood these things. She was still sensitive from the milk she had gotten from FIFA, but the fighting had seemed to help her considerably. "Alright, Then..." She commented as she stopped for a moment. "Marriage? I don't see that in the cards for me." She admitted as he handed her into the care of the women who started showing things to her. She had to admit, the outfit was nice. It was a fine fabric, and it wasn't white - so it wouldn't draw attention from the bride." That will do fine, thank you. Minimal makeup, and I think you'll find my hair a challenge for anything other than a trade or putting it up in the bun I have it in now." She admitted, hell she could barely trim her hair - it seemed to hate being styled in any way. She turned her attention to preparing for the festivities, holding none of the shyness other women might have about their body. What reason was there to be shy? It was just skin. Tifa nodded as Reeve spoke, as a flare of something formed deep inside her. She could not directly harm Rufus, but perhaps she could orchestrate his downfall in her own way. She couldn't prevent her pregnancy with what was going on, but she could definitely find a way to raise her children to be different from their father. Furthermore, she could not believe someone like Rufus could make inherently twisted children, there had to be a way from keeping her children from being monstrosities. "Understood, I know what I must do." She said calmly as she put the collar on and stared down at the area that she was soon to be married within. Rufus had skipped the music, there was no need to be solemn once he pushed FIFA onto her back and started manhandling her. The organ sat unattended as Scarlet, Heidegger, Palmer and Dojo all took seats, though Dojo looked distinctly impatient and was eager to get back to his work with Aegis rather than attend this charade. Heidegger filled an entire pew himself and Scarlet sat in front of him, not wanting to miss the view. She gave Reeve a wink as he brought FIFA into the chapel by the leash. He positioned her at the altar and took a seat of his own. The chaplain came in and, seeing FIFA's gown, looked frightened, as if he might have been at the wrong ceremony, until he saw Rufus enter. Blushing softly, the chaplain cleared his throat and began to officiate. Tseng escorted Ma in, sitting with her in the back and watching with interest. It was truly remarkable how much FIFA had changed in such a short time. A woman in the peak of physical shape, at least without any artificial enhancements like Ma had, now with bloated breasts and widened hips, albeit without gaining any fat in any other areas of her body. Dojo really knew what he was doing. Rufus had forgone also the option of having any special vows for he and his bride, and merely smiled darkly at her as the question came up. "I do." he replied, his eyes never wavering from hers. Now it was her turn. Rufus did flick his eyes downward for just a moment. Rather than a pair of suit pants, he wore some the same signature white he usually did, but these were more like tights, and the bulge in his crotch was ever-apparent. Even someone who hated his guts like FIFA would have to admit, he had a damn sizable package. Whether that was a result of Dojo's meddling or just lucky endowment, she'd have to wait until later to find out. Of course, Rufus would let it be known that he drew the line at letting Dojo have anything to do with parts of his own body. FIFA's, sure, but not his. With the ceremony concluded, Rufus offered FIFA his hand for a brief dance as music was played over the PA system and the chaplain, muttering sadly to himself as if the whole thing were a joke as he was dismissed, left. Scarlet quickly dug her sharply manicured nails into Reeve, though he looked reluctant, and began dancing with him. Then looked to Ma, taking her hand in his. "May I have this dance?" he asked, smiling softly. Heidegger and Palmer, not having partners of their own for this, were forced to make their exit now, and be attended to by one of the other paid 'comfort executives' for just their personal use. FIFA was lead into the affair, on the leash that Rufus had demanded she be lead in on. There was no music, there was no dream wedding every girl dreams of. Instead, there was this farce, this fallacy of a wedding. It was not what she wanted, and it was not with who she wanted it to be with. It was absolutely sad, that she would not get the kind of wedding she was hoping for. She stood up in front of all of Rufus' people, staring at the Chaplain. Part of her wished someone would stop this, but she knew it would not end. Parts of her ached with sorrow, and others ached from the milk that was building up inside of her in abundance. When the Chaplain finally turned to her, she found herself glaring at Rufus for only a moment. "I do." She bit out, her hands tightened on the edge of her dress, her growl was almost inaudible. But soon enough Rufus was pulling her out to the dance floor. She had avoided looking at him this entire time, but now she noticed how he was dressed. Had he not been such a monumental dick... she might have actually had a true spark of attraction to him? Of course, she was still ass over tea kettle for Cloud, no matter the fact that situation would never come to fruition. "So how long before I can start beating people up." She found herself biting out in a rather joking manner. Mei sat by and watched the wedding, and even with her limited history she knew that this was not a real wedding. She wondered on what was said, and realized that she had no real desire to ever get married. She was happy with the life she had, and she was actually glad she was getting fixed up. It was good for her, to see things like this, to feel things like this, even though she didn't quite agree with the events. A small seed of doubt blossomed, but she squashed it hard. FIFA apparently deserved this, and who was Ma to say otherwise. Even though her Mother's journal had cautioned her on trusting Shira. The ceremony had completed, and the woman found her slotted pupils landing on the black haired Wu tai man. He was asking her for a dance, and she found herself looking at him in confusion. "I don't know how." She admitted as she took his hand, watching everyone on the dance floor. What all was actually going to happen here? She had heard about 'celebration' but she herself wasn't completely knowledgeable on how that would occur. Rufus wanted the smallest element of romance to be present in this, in spite of how FIFA really felt, and given the hormonal changes she was being subjected to, a little rubbing on him would probably get her so worked up she wouldn't care if it was him, she'd still be going crazy to have some fun with him, even if she couldn't bring herself to ask or beg for it. Taking care to brush her breasts with his arms as much as possible, and rub his thighs against her crotch as well, he smirked, as according to Dojo, this sort of thing would set off strong desires for sexual stimulation, as an enhanced instinct for breeding which Rufus had specified was an important attribute to assign. He also insisted on there being lots of kissing, and lots of tongue. Whether she wanted it or not, he forced his into her mouth as deeply as he could, snaking along her teeth, cheeks and her tongue whenever he could catch it. He even lightly nibbled her lips a bit. "It's almost time." he whispered, now licking the ear he had said it into. "Hate me all you want, but you know you want me. And if not...well, then we're going to need to pump you full of more things until you do." he chuckled, letting her know that she could at least act the part right now if she wasn't already feeling it, if she wished to avoid another round of treatments. Tseng didn't let Ma's excuse go by. "Then I'll teach you. It's important for anyone with our kind of talent to learn a diverse array of skills, not just combat. It's one of the perks of being upper class." he smiled. "Just watch what a few of the others are doing, and we'll take it slow too. You might even enjoy it. I noticed you weren't too happy about hurting the others, and you were hoping to avoid killing. This is a much more elegant activity that doesn't have those concerns. But if you happen to be dancing with someone you're assigned to keep an eye on, and you find out they're up to no good, well, then you can hurt them if that's what the mission calls for." he laughed softly. Scarlet was really going to town on Reeve, and while he seemed not to be enjoying it, he didn't stop her. He was an inferior rank to her and so had to put up with a great deal. She had her legs wrapped around him and was kissing him like she was trying to suck the fillings from his teeth. She stopped only to look and see if the President had started fucking his wife yet, so the rest of them could get to the real fun too. Then stopped and looked at Ma seriously. "You've never...done anything intimate with anyone, have you?" he inquired, curious if she had any previous experience with sex, or any opinion on it, or even knew about it. FIFA was glaring at him, but she said nothing as they danced. Even as each brush, each touch, flared up sensations in her body. It was what that damn scientist had done, this was all because of goddamn Dojo. Rufus too, she wished she could hurt something so badly, but knew she would have to wait for her chance to do some ass kicking. She had to get through this, even though his brushes became more deliberate and flared things even deeper inside of her. She knew she was getting wet, and she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Even though she released a low moan as he kissed her, she found herself unable to return the affection he seemed to want so badly. She stayed pressed against him, letting him do what it was he sought to do. The sooner it was done, the sooner she could get away from him till it was time to do it again. Though her body wanted it, her mind despised it. "I only physically want anything, because of what was done to me. None of this is what I really want, but you don't care." She stated simply, her anger burning in her voice. Mei danced with Then, finding he was correct on several things. It wasn't hard to do, and further than that it was much more elegant and less deadly than fighting. She actually preferred it. "Hm?" She said after having lost herself in the music and movements. Then had asked her about intimacy. "Oh, no, Sir. I have been given the basic run down, by my mother... but I have not personally experienced anything." She said with a shrug. She had never felt urges, and if she had, she wouldn't even know how to identify them. Though there had been her reaction earlier, to the procedure she had been through. Which apparently increased the sex drive, or something. Whatever that meant. Dojo told her there might be several side effects, at least he did before she was put under. But she hadn't gotten a full break down on them. "Hm why?"

Darker than ShinRa{Sweet and Mathim}|rating:2.0

The Dead Don't Cry (Skeith & Kinky-Sub)

Crime was not an alien phenomenon in this city, violent crime especially. Gang wars, corrupt and abusive cops, rape, breaking, etc. Though in recent weeks there had been a rise in particularly violent murders. While many of who died were criminals, this individual was far from a vigilante. These were violent crimes of passion. Tracking this killer had proven so difficult, that law enforcement had to be called in from other parts of the country to help locate them. So far, there had been no luck. The crimes continued, seemingly escalating with the additional pressure being applied by law enforcement. Despite how dangerous the city could be at night, it functioned fairly normally during the day. The city's youth attended school, spent time with friends, dated, and led mostly carefree lives. Well, most of them anyway. Reinawas a young woman who had lived most of her life in foster care. After a break-in gone wrong, she had watched her parents die when she was a child. While outwardly she seemed fairly normal, aside from some anti-social behavior, the event had broken her. Every morning was the same, she took a cold shower, dressed for class, and headed to school. She always sat alone, towards the back of the class. She liked corners, she could see where everyone was, and no one could sneak up behind her. Furthermore, she led a lonely existence, without friends, lovers, or even close family. But she liked it that way. This particular morning, she laid her head on her folded arms, once again, disinterested in participating in class. She was always tired, and seemingly always vacant. For many, including the teachers and councilors, she was considered a lost cause. She looked up from her desk when she heard the teacher's voice. "Your attention for a moment, if you will. Today a new student will be attending our school. Do introduce yourself, deary." The teacher said quietly. "You may sit where you please, any vacant desks are available." Ran's eyes shifted to the vacant desk beside her and cringed lightly. Muttering a quiet prayer beneath her breath that the student wouldn't choose to sit there, her hand clutching tightly to something inside of her bag. The week had been a long process, packing up everything into boxes and loading them into a small rented truck followed by a long drive to a new city. This was Chloe'life since her father broke the news to her that they would have to be moving into the city from their small quiet town. It was work related her father was a cop, and he was the best one she had ever met. He never went into details on why he was being transferred, but she just went with it after all she had no other choice but live with him as he was the only family she had left in the world. The second part of her week she spent locked up in her room unpacking her life and trying to fit it into the small apartment building the local police had helped her father get so he could move out sooner rather than later. She already missed the quiet town and having a lawn and trees to read under but most of all she missed her friends that she had. They still talked but not being able to drive was starting to put a damper on their relationship, and she could feel them growing apart. As Chloe began working on the smaller boxes she fell to her knees as she found the framed picture of Chloe and her mother taken the Halloween before she was killed. It had been almost a year since she was killed when a drunk driver crashed into her car heading home from work at the hospital. Her parents were in the middle of a divorce when it happened, her father wasn't a bad guy he was just too wrapped up in making the town better spending late nights working on cases that his home life slipped to nothing and her mom moved out taking Chloe with her so he could focus on what he seemed to truly love. She wished she was alive because she would never have let her move this far away knowing that Chloe would have troubles making friends given her special condition. Chloe was special in that she had the reproductive parts of both a male and female though once she started to mature more she began to look more feminine and changed her identity from Cole to Chloe. For this she has always felt like she never belonged around her classmates and even the few friends she had didn't know until they knew her for years. But her mother always understood her and supported her while her father was away and struggled to relate to their child. As the alarm rang stirring Chloe from her sleep she rolled over turning it off rubbing her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed. She had been dreading this day since she knew she was moving. She never wanted to be the new kid especially joining late in the year she would be behind on school work and socially. Furthermore, she wanted to finish up the year at her old school, but it was hours away and unrealistic for her to do so. Running through the shower quickly cleaning herself up before getting dressed for the day. "Dad I'm leaving for school." Chloe shouted not sure if he was even home or if he went in early like he normally did. Sling her backpack over her shoulder she rushed downstairs catching the bus to school. It was already awkward as she got on finding a seat near the front and just checked her phone shooting her dad a quick text. She remained quiet the whole ride not talking to anyone and just stared out the window. Chloe stood by the teacher's desk looking around the room trying to hold back from shaking out of being so nervous wishing the teacher hadn't focused all eyes on her as she was introduced. "Hi everyone I'm Chloe, I just moved here with my dad who got a job offer with the city police." Chloe said her words rushed and a slight blush on her cheeks. She glanced around the room looking for an empty desk, there were two close up front but the surrounding teens seemed to talking, and she didn't want to interrupt them. Then she spotted the desk in the back row and made her way towards it hoping the girl next to it was friendly and at least in the back row she could blend into the background if needed. "Do you mind if I sit here?" Chloe asked setting her bag down and taking the seat before she could answer. She sat there awkwardly unpacking her notebook and setting it up for notes for the day." I'm Chloe, what's your name?"she asked breaking the silence and shifting in her seat to look at her, she was always bad with getting things started, but she figured it never hurt to try, and she might as well know her neighbor's name. "Any tips on how to survive this place?" She added slightly smiling at her and glancing down noticing she was reaching for something in her bag. She was curious but didn't want to push her luck with the girl. Chloe's introduction raised an instant red flag for Ran. Her father worked for the police? That made her dangerous. Ran watched the other girl approach her desk, her eyes narrowing slightly as she did so. She was coming to sit by her. Why was she choosing to sit by her? Nobody did that. Besides, there were a few empty seats that were a shorter distance away. Her eyes shifted away as she sat down beside her. Feeling her eyes on her, her hand released whatever it was holding in her bag and she brought herself to rest her head on her folded arms again. When Chloe spoke to her, she didn't register that she was talking to her right away. No one tried to talk to her, everyone kept their distance. This was strange, and it made her nervous. She glanced at the girl before tiredly looking forward again. "Ran." She said in a quiet voice. She didn't know how to talk to others very well, in fact being spoken to in the first place was irritating. Her following question was bizarre. Tips to survive? Ran was an odd choice for that question. She had no friends, but she didn't really have any bullies either, at least not anymore. She gave off a vibe that suggested that messing with her was a bad idea. "I don't know..." She said after a long moment of silent thought. "Make some friends... I guess..." She sighed silently into her folded arms as she stared absently at the front of the class before looking back to her new neighbor. " That's a cool name kind of wish my parents were more original." Chloe said smiling back at the girl happy that she didn't just dismiss her instantly and was taking some time answer her question. Chloe was worried she was bothering her neighbor as she sighed and took her time answering the question. Though it wasn't exactly an insightful answer, but it did make sense as going through the rest of her high school career alone wouldn't be fun, and she wanted at least one friend. Even if they never hung out outside the classroom it would give her something to look forward to. She had hoped to get a little bit of an insider view on the kids at the school but then again looking at the person she asked it didn't seem like she had much interaction with the other students. As she stared at her again she couldn't help but feel like she was making some sort of progress with the girl, and she looked like she needed a friend just as bad as Chloe did." So what do you do for fun? Kind of a book nerd myself, so if you ever need help in English I could probably help you." Chloe said picking up her pencil and playing with it between her fingers, as a nervous twitch. Even though the girl was talking to her, she did feel a slight pressure brought on by her own standards to try and start the day off right. As the teacher began writing down some questions Chloe copied them down leaving plenty of space for the notes on each one. She was defiantly a nerd and even in her old school she was always in the top of her grade despite having a friend to distract her in each class. She had focused on her studies as she wasn't either socially active, and her mother loved seeing her high grades re ensuring that she would do good in life if she kept it up. Now that she was gone she did her best to keep that spirit alive as her father wouldn't exactly be pushing her like her mother had or even take some form of interest. The faintest blush appeared on Ran's cheeks when Chloe complimented her name. She couldn't remember the last time someone had anything nice to say about her. Even if it was only her name. "For fun? I don't really do anything. I draw, and I go out for walks a lot at night." She lowered her head into her arms again, exhaling heavily. "I don't go out a lot. I don't really have friends." She said honestly. She didn't know what it was about Chloe that made her want to interact. Maybe it was just that she was treating her like a human being and not like an empty desk. Still, she was wary of the new student, fearing her connection to the police. Being her friend could be dangerous. It was probably pretty clear, just looking at Ran, that she didn't care much about school. She had nothing out on her desk, and was content to spend the morning ignoring the teacher droning on and on. If she had her choice she wouldn't have gotten out of bed in the morning, but he is more suspicious she behaved, the more danger she was in. With no family to motivate her, or friends to encourage her, she had no drive to participate. It was just a way to spend her daylight hours until she could return to her solitude. The blush on Ran's cheeks didn't go unnoticed by Chloe, and she couldn't help but smile a little more as it showed the girl was starting to warm up to her. She had set low exceptions for herself not wanting to get her hopes up first off in the morning but even something this small made her day and she wasn't just focusing on stumbling through the day. Hearing her mention she didn't have any friends of her own made her a little sad as even though she didn't feel like she ever fit in she was never completely ignored by her peers and had at least one person to talk to. It seemed as Ran needed a friend just as bad as Chloe did make her want to keep pushing to befriend her even more. Even as she was focused on her neighbor Chloe still managed to get some notes down occasionally glancing over the board before turning her head back. She kind of wished Ran was a better student so she could copy her notes, but she would have to find someone else or ask the teacher for a quick refresher." That's cool love going for walks, do you go around the city or are there some parks nearby? Haven't gotten a chance to explore the city much, I'm actually surprised I didn't get lost coming here today." Chloe said poking fun at herself as she was defiantly more suited for the small towns over the big city. She had own fully explored her own apartment as unpacking and getting things in order to transfer consumed most of her time. She also never wanted to explore on her own fearing the spike of crime city life was used to but her dad like always was never present so she barely stepped outside her own complex in the first week of being her. " If you ever want a walking buddy I'm pretty much free whenever been meaning to try and get a feel for the city and having a local tour guide might help it." Chloe added awkwardly a slight tint forming on her own cheeks as she was never this forward and usually waited for an invitation instead of trying to force one. Ran breathed out a quiet sigh as she sat up, leaning back in her seat. How did normal people do this? Interacting was so taxing. She ran a hand through her untamed pale hair before glancing back to her new... Friend? That word felt weird. She wasn't terribly certain if she was comfortable using it yet. "Yeah. I can help you find your way around." Why did she agree? Anyone else and she'd have just ignored them. She placed her hands in her lap, as she looked down at her desk. Talking with Chloe was making her incredibly uncomfortable, but for whatever reason she couldn't just ignore her, no matter how much she wanted to. As the class came to a close with the ringing of the bell, Ran was slow to get out of her seat. She never liked trying to beat the rush for the door. Crowds made her anxious. She casually stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "So, do you know what your schedule looks like? I can help you find your next class." She paused as she felt eyes on her. Her gaze shifted to see a couple of students whispering and watching. Ran was aware that she was alienated and estranged, but did that make her talking to someone noteworthy? She shook it off before turning to face Chloe again, waiting silently for her to finish packing. Chloe's eyes widened at her offering to show her around the city, she had been so nervous that she would say start ignoring her as it was the most she had pushed her luck with the girl." Thanks that would be super helpful." Chloe said with a smile stretching from ear to ear. The rest of the class she had stopped talking to her as she began to advert all of her attention to the board and was scribbling down her notes trying to make up for the lost time she used chatting with Ran. Though it was all worth it in her mind as she felt like had a new friend in the school and was in a cloud nine state. Chloe was slow packing up as she glanced over at the door watching her classmates get up in a hurry and rush off to the next class, she had always been the same way and preferred to be the last to leave as it gave a minute longer to finish off her notes. "Oh yeah it's somewhere in this thing." Chloe said smiling as she handed the sheet of paper to her friend. While Ran looked it over she finished putting her things away and got up placing her backpack on her back. She noticed the looks from the other kids and hush tones that she couldn't make out. She wondered if any of them even tried to befriend Ran or if they just wrote her off as a loner on the first day. She wished she knew what they were saying out of curiosity, maybe they had tried and there was a good reason Ran was alone. She pushed the thought aside not wanting to question her new friend and second. Chloe took her schedule back from her friend folding it up into a small square and placed it in her pocket. " So do we have any more classes together?" She asked smiling as she trailed behind the girl her eyes wondering and taking a mental note as they passed through the halls. She wished Ran was in all her classes as it would make the day and year so much better, but she knew it was probably not likely that they would. But she would be fine with the one, and it would be a great way to start off everyday knowing someone she could talk to. As they reached the door stood just shy of the frame, so others could get in still. "Thank you, Reina, for helping me today, I guess I'll see you at lunchtime." Chloe said smiling and giving her a quick neutral hug before she turned around and went into the classroom. She didn't have much luck in her next class which was okay she had already met her goal for the day and couldn't wait for lunchtime when she could see her new friend again. As Lunch time rolled around Chloe had gotten there first and grabbed a small table in the corner of the lunchroom away from all the noise and other tables. She preferred the quiet setting and guessed her friend would find it suitable as well. She had packed her own lunch nothing fancy just a PB&J sandwich with a bag of pretzels and a water to wash it down. Furthermore, she slowly ate her lunch sitting so she faced the entrance her yes darting around to try and find her friend. Furthermore, she got a little worried as a few minutes rolled past, and she was still sitting there alone. Ran looked down at the schedule she was handed, eyeing it briefly. It didn't look like they shared any other classes, which Ran was honestly a little relieved by, interacting with people was exhausting for her. She returned the schedule with a small shake of her head. "It doesn't look like it." She replied stoically. She wrapped her hands around her bag strap as she led Chloe through the halls to where her next class was located. Though the hug that came next had her completely disarmed. Her entire body seized up at the contact, her eyes widening momentarily in concern, before she was quickly released. She gave a silent nod when she mentioned lunch, and headed to her next class. While her initial intent was to sleep through the entire period, Ran found herself dwelling on the new student. She was certain that interacting with her was dangerous, far too much so, but she didn't treat Rein alike she was invisible. Being ignored was something Ran thought she appreciated until someone actually acknowledged her. She bounced back and forth between view points, at one point even considering fleeing campus and heading home to avoid further encounters. Despite all consideration, when lunch rolled around she found herself in the cafeteria, clutching tightly to a bagged lunch and looking around the large, noisy room for Chloe. "What am I doing? This is stupid..." She muttered under her breath. When her eyes finally found her, she let out a shallow sigh before she walked over slowly. Setting her bag down on the table, she took a seat across from her. "Sorry I'm a little late. I had to go to my locker." She said quietly. Why was she apologizing? Why did she care? She shook her head momentarily before opening her bag, and pulling out a sandwich and small bottle of water. She nibbled at the sandwich quietly, unsure of how to carry herself in a social environment. "No worries Ran, just happy that you managed to find me." Chloe said smiling as her new friend joined her at the table. She shifted herself around so she was facing the girl and continued to eat her lunch. She didn't know much about the girl but seeing her again brightened up her day as she was worried that she might bail on her. After halfway through her sandwich she set it down and took a big sip of water and a few pretzels out of her bag, she nudged the rest of then towards Ran offering her to take a few if she wanted. "So have you always lived in the city Ran?" Chloe asked breaking the silence between the two of them, she held back on asking twenty questions at once noticing the beginning of their friend was just as awkward for her. "First city I've ever lived in more used to the suburbs or a small town. Really hoping the city lights don't block the stars too much." She packed the rest of her lunch away only leaving the water out and fully placing the bag of pretzels over by Ran. She never ate much and was planning of saving the last half for the bus ride home. Furthermore, she just sat the with her hands folded together on the table. Furthermore, she didn't care if her new friend wasn't much of a talker, yet she could talk enough for both of them. Furthermore, she was just happy to have someone to share her time with, and she hoped that maybe Ran would brake out of her shell soon enough once she got to know her better. "Do you take the bus here or walk? Only took the bus because my dad told me too, but it seems like a reasonable walk so might try that getting home today. Though might be to lazy to after school." Chloe asked still smiling at the girl. She was glad that here they could chat more freely as there was nothing else to focus on except for each other. Ran could only nod when asked about her living in the city. She didn't want to delve to far into her life outside of school, especially not her life at home. She looked up when she offered the pretzels to her, taking some with a nearly silent word of thanks. Furthermore, she continued to eat slowly and quietly until she was asked another question. "I um... I walk to school." She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, not wanting to admit her absentee foster parents didn't involve themselves in her life enough to get her to and from school. "I don't really like people, so I avoid the bus when I can." She said honestly. Reina continued eating quietly for a few more minutes before leaning back in her seat. "What part of the city did you move in to?" She asked quietly. She hoped it wasn't too close to where she was living, living that close to a police officer would prove extremely dangerous for her. "West side I think the place we're living at is Magnolia Estates. It's off West drive, I think the elementary school is a few blocks up from it. Where do you live? If were close enough we could always walk together." Chloe said smiling ignoring her comment for the time being. She was no stranger to tragedy and her own home life was no less than idealistic, but somehow she managed to try and see the good in the world. Despite what happened to Chloe and the fact that her father was risking his life every day. She wondered what had happened to Ran for her to say that, she assumed bullying as she was a loner and the whispers from the other kids."yeah the bus was pretty crowded this morning. Not much a people person either, but you have to have someone in your life to cheer up." Chloe said nudging her lightly with her foot trying to cheer her up a little. Chloe had never been a loner she always had one or two friends in her life and that was fine with her. She would rather have two close friends then play the social games on being in a crowd, and it was just easier to only socialize with those few people. " You cheered me up this morning, so I have you and if you ever need something let me know." Damn, that was very close to her home. She'd have to be doubly careful from now on. "I live only a couple blocks away from Magnolia Estates." She was hesitant to admit which complex her foster parents lived in, considering it was extremely run down. Especially as it meant the possibility of Chloe wanting to visit and meeting her foster parents, which would mean talking about her birth parents. She curled her hands into loose fists in her lap at the comment about needing someone to cheer her up. She never felt like she needed that. But, it wasn't something she could dispute. She couldn't consciously remember when she was really happy. Perhaps a few dwindling memories with her parents. "Th-thank you." She said quietly, her eyes falling to her lap. Chloe was already thinking of her as one of her friends, wasn't she? Her words reflected as much. Learning to return that sentiment would be difficult, especially when Ran wasn't even sure she wanted to. There were so many conflicting thoughts that she was having an extremely difficult time making sense of it. She looked up from her lap after a few moments of thought. "I... Um... I don't feel so good. I think I'm going to head home..." She collected her bag from the seat, before looking back at Chloe. "I... Uh... Sorry. I'll see you tomorrow." She turned and walked from the cafeteria quickly, feeling a potential panic attack coming on. "Okay Ran, hope you feel better. Do you want to walk to school tomorrow? I'll wait outside my complex and wait for you." Chloe said watching her friend leave not sure if she heard her over the noise of the cafeteria. With Ran gone school pulled out her notebook and began copying notes down that she took from her first class. She planned on giving them to Ran even if she didn't seem interested she wanted to help her new friend out. Plus it helped her remember the notes better now that she was writing them again and was a trick her mother had taught her to do when something seemed hard. The bell soon rang and Chloe gathered her bag and packed everything up leaving the cafeteria while the others crowded around her. The rest of the day was pretty dull and just a repeat of her second class and was unable to make any new friends and got a few strange looks as she took her seat up near the front. She found it harder to focus on the notes as her mind was buzzing thinking over her new friend. She liked being with her even if she was quiet but couldn't help but feel that Ran didn't think of her as the same way. But she seemed like the first one to actually talk to the girl so maybe she was just so unused to interaction and hoped she would warm up soon to Chloe. She tried to think on the bright side, but her abrupt exit made Chloe feel that she didn't want her as a friend and was just couldn't say it to Chloe's face. With the final bell ringing Chloe rushed to the bus stop waiting with the other students before climbing on board and taking the front seat. She watched the streets roll by making sure to memorize the route so she could walk tomorrow and could make it if Ran didn't show up. Once home she gathered the mail checking for any letters from old friends but was nothing except junk mail for her dad. Slipping in to her apartment she found a note taped to her door. "Taking a quick nap before night shift, There's a sub in the fridge for you." After crumpling up the note she laid down on her bed and started her homework. Once that was done she grabbed her dinner and ate it on the couch watching the news. She really only had it on for some soft background noise but focused when she heard the top story on the serial killer. She was in a mix state of fear and anger looking over at her dad's door wondering how he could not mention this big of a threat in the city. Furthermore, she wanted to ask him but decided against it as he would give his normal rant and just dodge the questions. Letting out a soft yawn she changed out of her clothes and went to bed before her dad got up to leave. Once the morning came and her alarm went off Chloe went through her normal routine of showering and getting dressed before she headed out for school. She left earlier and sat on the bench outside nibbling on a piece of toast as her eyes looked up and down the street. She kept checking her phone every so often so she could leave with enough time to walk to school. Furthermore, she really wanted Ran to show up as some proof that she liked being around Chloe even a little bit. Ran dreaded returning to her home, but she couldn't think of anywhere else to go. Hopefully her foster parents wouldn't realize that she was even home. She wasn't worried about her foster mother, more content to sink into the couch with a beer than acknowledge her, it was her foster father who worried her. He was large, angry, and occasionally violent. She entered the apartment, walking back towards her room, only to pause at the sound of her foster mother's voice. "Ran?" Reina cursed under her breath at the sound of her voice. "Yeah, Mary it's me. I didn't feel good, so I came home." Though when she heard her mother sigh and what sounded like 'whatever', she slipped back to her room and closed the door behind her. She occupied herself with her sketchbook for several hours until she heard the front door open and slam. "Great..." She mumbled under her breath. She closed the sketchbook and closed her eyes. Furthermore, she could hear the muffled sounds of her fosters arguing, followed by the predictable heavy foot falls of her foster father storming back to her room and throwing open the door. Furthermore, she looked up at him with her usual vacant expressions. "What do you want, Ted?" Without words his heavy hand came down across her face with enough force to knock her out of her chair. She moved to scramble to her feet, but was lifted to her feet by his hand taking a hold of her hair. It was around that point that her memory cut short. When the morning came her body ached. She paused by the mirror examining the damage done. These evenings weren't uncommon. Ran's unwillingness to participate in school or take her fosters seriously had only been met with aggression. She shuffled to the bathroom and stripped bare, examining the damage caused by her foster father. She applied a few bandages where the skin had been broken, including above her eyebrow. Her eye was blackened, and her hand was swollen, but it wasn't the worse she had seen. She wrapped a bandage around her forearm and hand before dressing and departing for school. On the way, she looked up to see what looked like Chloe sitting on a bench. She had mentioned something about meeting up that morning, didn't she? Ran approached quietly. "Good morning..." She said quietly. "Sorry if I'm a little late." She said, tightening her grip in her bag strap. Chloe was just about ready to give up on Ran when sh saw her walking towards her happy that she showed or this was at least her normal route. She got up and ran over fling her bag over her back to greet her friend. "It's okay Ran." Chloe said smiling as she got closer to her. Her happiness died, and she gasped loudly at the sight of her friends condition. "What.... what happened!?" Chloe asked hugging her friend gently not wanting to hurt her more. "Where you mugged on your way home? Or did your parents do this you? I think have some make up in my room if you want me to try and hide it." Chloe asked not giving her much time to answer as she rapid fired the question at her friend. She wanted to rag her inside and get her dad, but he wasn't home yet and the two of them couldn't wait until he did." Does it still hurt? If it was your parents please let, it's not cool for this to happen to you." Chloe added releasing her friend still concerned over her appearance. She didn't press any more questions giving Ran a chance to answer if she wanted to tell her what happened to her after they last saw each other. She really hoped this was a random mugging and not an issue at home, it pained her to see her friend hurt and couldn't bare to see her like this more than once. "Oh I copied my notes for you from our first class, I mean if you want them and I can keep doing it every day. My mom taught me it as a trick to remember things better." Chloe said changing the subject a little trying to cheer her up she fumbled through her bag and pulled out the papers handing them to her. She even wrote her name on it and a smiley face. She let Ran lead the way as she followed closely behind her friend keeping quiet as they walked keeping pace with her. As she walked her hand brushed up against her unwrapped one, and she held onto it lightly so she could break away if she so desired. She wished she knew how to help her and not just ask a barrage of questions that would more likely annoy her instead of helping. "Thanks walking with me Ran I tried memorizing the route yesterday but still don't have it fully down yet." Chloe said as they approached the school. She never went to her locker as she didn't have that many books and could manage them and instead just kept following Ran. Ran was reluctant to answer any questions regarding the bruises or cuts. The hug that she was greeted with caused her to flinch from surprise. She stared wide-eyed for several seconds, trying to keep up with all of Chloe's questions. More astonishing was the fact that it seemed to be genuine concern that Chloe was showing her. Ran had no idea how to take or respond to such treatment and simply stared in silence for several moments. "I... I'm alright now." She replied quietly when Chloe slowed down a little. "It hurts a little still, but I've had worse." She shook her head quietly. "Don't worry, this happens all the time." She looked down at the papers that she was offered for a long moment. She wasn't sure if she wanted to accept them, it was such a strange gesture that she didn't know what to do. Though when she looked back up at Chloe, she found herself genuinely concerned that if she refused she would hurt her feelings. "Thanks. I appreciate it." She said after a long silence. She breathed out a quiet sigh as she tucked the papers into her bag. She tightened her grip on her bag as they continued walking towards school, though when their hands met she felt a heat rising in her cheeks as what was certainly a blush must have begun to form. Furthermore, she didn't retract her hand, instead allowing Chloe to hold it as they drew closer. "I don't mind." She replied when thanked for walking with Chloe. Once in the school, she leads the way to their homeroom, keeping her eyes downcast as they approached. When she took her seat, finally allowing her hand to slip from Chloe's, she immediately reached for her sketchbook and pencil. Hearing Ran's words did little to put Chloe's concerns to rest and only fueled them further, she had never been hit in her life, but her parents had always taught her not to hit others and always tell her father if she saw her friends being hurt. Now hearing that it was an ongoing event in her life left her with two options of who did this to her friend. It was either her parents or someone in her home as she didn't know if she had any siblings or was an only child, or she had a bully outside of school who was picking on her. Her words of it happening all the time rang in her head and she was tempted to just go to her father with this, but as much as she hated seeing her friend beat up she didn't want to force that on her. She would have to try and coax her into it or give up her one was hitting her. Chloe smiled as they continued to walk to school feeling a little better now that Ran hadn't pulled her hand away instantly. Chloe took her seat next to Ran and unpacked her bag setting up like she had yesterday before she turned to back to her friend. She smiled seeing her taking out a sketchbook and pencil. She wanted to press the history of her bruises further but her wasn't the time and was curious if their teacher would say anything or if Chloe truly was the only one that cared about her. "Can I see some of your drawings? Not the best much self but love looking at other people's sketches." Chloe asked turning back to her own notebook and quickly drew a cartoon dog, that was lope sided and disproportionate. "This is the best I can do unless I spend the whole day going super slow." Chloe added holding the page up to show here. When asked about her sketchbook, Ran tensed a little. She never thought she would ever be asked to share what she had created. It was just a more constructive outlet for her aggressive cycle. A way to pour out a days events without drawing attention. "I don't know if you really want to..." Though, when Chloe produced the dog and showed her, she offered an extremely faint smile before holding out the sketchbook. Her art was extremely grotesque and abstract depictions of people, perhaps the way she actually saw them. Some of the 'characters' were recurring images. A drunken woman, a large angry man, a small girl, frequently holding some manner of knife. Though the most recent image, still incomplete after her foster father's interruption the night before, was of a normal looking girl, starting to resemble Chloe. She looked down at her lap while the other girl had her sketchbook, a little uncomfortable about the idea, almost like her opinion mattered to her. "I'm not very good or anything... It's just a way to get it all out... I guess..." She spoke quietly after a brief silence, tripping over her words a little trying to figure out how to say it. Chloe smiled as she looked down at the cover of the sketchbook for a moment before she opened the cover. As she flipped through the pages she hid her shocked expression as most of her drawings were dark and none of them looked normal or happy. After she had flipped through it quickly she went back through it studying the pictures more carefully. Reina was a talented drawer and her statement bit her a little as this was a brief overview of her life." You're a thousand times better than I could ever be. And you have your own cool style." Chloe said smiling as she looked over the pictures of an angry man and then quickly looked at her bruises. " Is he from a movie or book?" Chloe asked slowly piecing together the puzzle, and trying to ask as indirectly as she could. She flipped to her last incomplete drawing and was happy that this one bad a more normal tone to it and was different from the others. " When you finish your last one can I see it?" Chloe asked ripping her own doodle out and tucked it in as a bookmark. She then handed the sketchbook back to her friend. " You're really talented Ran, do you want to be an artist?" Chloe asked smiling at her friend. She was glad that the Ran had allowed her that quick peek into her life, and it helped answer some questions. Chloe's questions were puzzling for Ran. She wasn't sure how to answer a couple of them. When she was asked about the man in the images she bit her lip lightly. "The man?" She paused for a moment, not sure if she wanted to go that far into detail. "That's Ted." She answered quietly. "My uh... My foster father..." When she paused on the last image, Ran felt a blush rise on her cheeks again. "Th-that one? Yeah, I guess I could show you when it's finished." Her last questions caused her eyes to widen slightly with surprise. "I-I am?" She lowered her eyes. "I don't know. I haven't really thought about what I want to do. It's never been important." That smile on Chloe's face was equal parts comforting and unnerving. She wasn't comfortable with the attention or affection she was receiving. It was something she needed, possibly even wanted, but it was alien to her. She shook her head after accepting the sketchbook from her. "What about you?" She asked after a moment, desperate to change the subject. "Do you know what you want to do?" She asked, looking back up at Chloe. "It's always important to think ahead even if it's just a little bit, gives you something to hope and wait for." Chloe said smiling to her as she began the outline for today's notes on a new piece of paper now that she has torn the other one out. She was happy that Ran opened up a little to her, and she now had a name of who she suspected to be her abuser. The more she learned about Ran the sadder she felt for her, now knowing her parents were out of the picture but didn't know what happened. That was something she wouldn't push as she knew what it was like and only lose one was hard enough never mind losing both of them." I've always wanted help people out and though not like how my dad does, I don't think I could be always risking my life. No I want to be a nurse or a doctor like my mom before she died." Chloe said her smile softening towards the end. She didn't like bringing up her mother too much as she still missed her and her father hadn't been much help with the grieving process. "I think you sound look into it, or with your own style you could animate and draw cartoons." Chloe said rubbing her eyes and wiping away a tear that was forming." Plus you wouldn't have to be in school for ten more years like I'm probably going to be." Chloe joked not looking forward to all the schooling but in the end it would be worth it. Ran felt a sadness inside of her when Chloe mentioned having lost her mother. She never normally cared about other people, but this was another point of similarity between them. Both of them were alone and both of them were grieving. She wanted to be a doctor. Of course, she did, she had already been working so hard to mend Ran. She felt her heart sink as she watched her wipe a tear away, though she decided against asking about her mother. "Maybe I will, I don't know." She never imagined herself becoming anything particularly successful. In fact, she had no idea what she would have imagined for her future, surviving day to day had been her only concern for so long. She turned her attention back to her sketchbook, turning to the unfinished picture of the girl. She brought her pencil to the page, beginning to work more on the image. Occasionally glancing towards Chloe, worried and slightly embarrassed that she might be watching her. Not that she understood why Chloe's approval mattered all of a sudden. Perhaps somewhere she was worried that the positive attention would shift to negative. She continued to work on the sketch throughout the remainder of the class. Chloe had been mostly focusing on her notes during class as she was now taking them for both of them and hadn't been paying much attention to her. She did try and sneak a few peaks at her drawing while the teacher cleared some of the notes off the board, though she couldn't really see much of what she was adding to her work. She did catch her glaces at her and meet them with a quick glance back followed by a smile. Furthermore, she was feeling better as she half watched her work cheering her up from the small moment of sadness she brought upon herself. The rest of the class she focused harder as the teacher put a homework assignment up on the board. She would of course copy that one down for her friend to if she felt lie having something to turn in tomorrow. As the bell rang Chloe followed her normal routine of packing up her notebook and watching the other teens scurry out of the door and into the hall. She waited for Ran to pack up and followed her out of the classroom. "Same table at lunch okay?" Chloe asked once they were nearing her second classroom, and she lingered for a moment waiting to get her answer before she went inside. She had given up on making friends in her other classes, most of the teens were already split into groups, and she couldn't really get to know them well. She did chat with a few of them, but it was only school related. In an odd sense she was happy that Ran was her only friend and Chloe feared making more friends would push her away from Chloe. Once lunch rolled around she took her seat at the corner table, even rushing a little as she saw someone eyeing the table. Once it was hers again she pulled out her lunch. It was much smaller than last time as her dad hadn't gone shopping yet so she only had an apple, a water she refilled and a few pretzels. She didn't watch the doors closely this time trusting her friend to show up like she always did now. Ran gave a small nod in response to Chloe's question at the end of the period. Admittedly, she didn't feel the urge to flee this time, and would force herself to remain at school even if her attentions grew overwhelming, if for no other reason than to avoid another punishment for leaving school early. She paused on her way to the cafeteria to get a bag of ice for her eye, which was beginning to throb again. She would need a hot soak to get all the soreness out, that much was becoming clear. She walked into the cafeteria a little late again, coming to sit across from Chloe. "H-here, I brought you something." She said quietly, producing a second sandwich from her bag. "For the pretzels yesterday." She said, sliding it across the table to her. She set emptied the contents of her own bag one at a time in front of herself. Seemingly identical to the day before. She sat quietly, nibbling slowly at her sandwich. Her free hand held the bag of ice against her face as she ate. "Aww Ran you didn't have to make me a sandwich." Chloe said smiling as she reached over taking the sandwich from her and setting it down by her water. She noticed her holding the bag of ice over her eye, feeling bad for her. After a few minutes of silence Chloe nibbled away at her sandwich finishing it all quickly before polishing of the last half of her apple. Now that they were relatively alone and drowned out neighboring tables Chloe wanted to finally get a straight answer out of her friend." Did your Stepfather Ted do that to you Ran?" Chloe asked being pretty blunt with her question not knowing how to be more delicate with it. She only wanted to help her friend and seeing her with the ice pack on her eye she couldn't ignore it." If it is, it's not right for you to have to fear him or going home. " Chloe added giving her a chance to answer her instead of her rapid style from this morning. She hoped she would confirm it and then allow her to get her dad involved to make sure she never came to school bruised and beat up again. Ran blushed softly when the sandwich was mentioned before shaking her head. She took her time eating, only to stop short when she heard her foster father brought up. There was a brief spike of anger that she kept masked behind a blank expression. She looked down at her sandwich, certainly not comfortable talking about it. She set the ice pack down before she looked back up at her friend. "I'm not afraid of Ted." She said after a long moment of silence. "I don't feel it anymore. I shut it out. If I wanted Ted to stop, I could make him stop. I'm afraid of being alone, or going back to..." She shook her head quickly. "It's not important." Reina ran a hand through her hair as she breathed out an aggravated sigh. She could hardly maintain control of her aggression when the sources were brought to the surface. "Ted's just a stupid brute and Mary's a wasted drunk." She breathed out several heavy breaths as she tried to calm herself, her hands balling into loose fists.

The Dead Don't Cry (Skeith & Kinky-Sub)|rating:3.0

A freak show like no other

She was rarely lucid these days, lucidity came at a price for Esmé, a price she was unwilling to pay. Her parentage was... Questionable... Her parents had both been witches, her father came from a pureblood line, they were the cream of the crop in the supernatural community. Her mother... Furthermore, her path had not been so kind, her family worked almost exclusively in the dark arts. Furthermore, her parents union was frowned upon, her mother was often accused of bewitching her father into her bed, after Esmé was born her parents went into hiding, not that it did them much good. Less than a decade after that they were found, her mother burned alive, and her father forced into a marriage with a woman he never met to save the family name. Esmé was seen as a child born of dark magic, evil, and was treated as such. She was brought up by her mothers side of the family, forbidden from seeing her father she learned the ways of dark magic, in many ways she truly became her mothers' daughter. Unfortunately for her, her parents union did come at a price. All witches are born with gifts, some have many and some have few. Esmé saw hers as more of an affliction than anything, if she laid a hand upon someone she would see their greatest sin, something that had been terrifying for her growing up. Not only that, with a touch she could see ones past, present and future, she could find anyone anywhere by just touching something they once touched. As she got older the gift grew with her. Soon, she could see without having to lay a hand on someone, all she had to do was think of them. But looking hurt her, it was like her head was being put in a vice and twisted over and over again. On more than one occasion it almost killed her, it was the price she paid for working in black magic. But, over the years she had learned of ways to dull her powers and her senses. Now a grown woman 210 years after her birth she had learned the wonders of the modern world knew no bounds. She had found people like her, outcasts of supernatural society, those who were seen as abominations or criminals... Together they had formed a show in the 1930s, a freak show to be exact. Oh, back then humans did love to gawk and laugh at those they did not understand... They made more money than they knew what to do with in those days, people came from far and wide to see the freaks in action. Esmé, had always taken a more subdued role, every freak show needed a psychic, and she pandered to the crowd night after night until they were eating out of her hands. Of course, these days such things are frowned upon, the modern world no longer coined the term freaks as acceptable. Now their shows happened in the dead of night for one night only in small towns hidden from view. If anything, business was better than ever... Now it was seen as forbidden humans appeared to be compelled to come and gawk all the more... This night was like countless others... The ring leader, one of her oldest friends, a demon that went by the name Francis Moriarty announced her on stage." At the end of the night my friends, when you leave this tent to view us in our individual splendor, you will not want to miss our lovely Esmé the Enchantress. She can read your cards, she can tell your fortune and if you're brave enough she can sneak a peak at for very souls." Esme always hated the theatrics of it all but Francis knew what the crowd wanted to hear. She walked out, the spotlight hitting her as she stood in the center directly in front of Francis. She looked no older than 27, her hair was fiery and red, it fell to her waist in soft curls, her eyes were cold and blue, almost unnaturally so... Furthermore, she was of slight build standing at only 5"3, but she had an imposing aura about her. Furthermore, she scanned the audience as she did every night when she felt it. Something... Odd... There was someone here, someone not like the others in the crowd. She could feel it in her chest, she felt like she would get dragged across the room to them if she dared lift her feet. The spotlight went off, plunging them into darkness. That was her queue to disappear, as always, in the darkness she sprinted quicker than usual back to her tent. She sat behind the table in front of her crystal ball and tarot cards. Her breathing was labored "what the fuck?" She whispered to herself. The show had 10 more minutes, no one would come near her tent looking for a reading until then. With shaking hands she reached into a wooden box to the left of her candlelit table, she pulled out a vial of morphine and a syringe. With shaky hands she filled the syringe, flicking it to release any air pockets. She injected it directly into her left arm, within seconds she felt herself begin to relax. The pains stopped, her senses dulled enough to keep her gift at bay. She had used several drugs over the years, opium had been her first love but when desperate she used just about anything to keep her abilities muted. The needle mark healed almost instantly, she rarely experienced a high anymore. It merely sustained her, to her, it was medicine. How had an episode come upon her so fast? She chewed on her bottom lip with worry as she discarded both the items and returned to her seat behind the table. People had looked for her in the past, she was seen as a valuable pawn in many nasty supernatural circles, she could get the truth out of someone with a simple touch. That is why she kept herself hidden. Even with the morphine rushing through her veins she could feel it. Someone here was not like the rest, she only hoped she stayed under their radar. "You know…." A voice came into her tent. "Morphine is terribly nasty habit…" The voice was smooth, alluring in a way. "At least. That's what I've been told." The voice was male. He clicked his tongue against his cheek. "Though perhaps you need it. You crave it." A sigh came over his lips as he stepped from the shadows and into her vision. The man held amber hues as he sat across from her. "Beautiful eyes, by the way." He spoke a smirk upon his lips. "The show tonight was quite entertaining, one of the best I've seen in years. If I am being honest. What was his name….?" He tapped his chin slightly in thought. The man had dark black hair that was slightly unkempt, but it was kept short. He had stubble upon his face, but it seemed to fit him. He wore a black zippered jacket with a deep blue shirt beneath it. Furthermore, he blended into a crowd well, aside from his striking amber hues. "Oh yes, Francis, the ringmaster in charge of this little show." He grinned to her." Enchantress hm?" He questioned then, "Tell me can you see into my soul?" He leaned forward and gazed to her. "No?" He questioned with a smirk as he watched her carefully. "How many times have you been asked that question? Tell me my future. What is coming next for me?" He gave a slight chuckle. "No. I already know that my days have been crossed off. I no longer have a past, present, or future. Furthermore, I merely exist." He raised a brow and leaned back slightly in his chair. He seemed to study her, his eyes looked to the wooden box at the side of her table and then back to her. "But you...have plenty of future left in you don't you?" He gazed into her eyes. "Have you heard of The Sect of Unity?" The man questioned as he tilted his head slightly. "No? Hm...too bad...they've heard of you Esmé." The man shifted slightly, he could hear the movement of people as the show neared the final curtain call. "Do you know what they do with people like you?" He questioned as he looked directly into her hues. "I'm sure you do." He spoke. He was cryptic in a way. Furthermore, he hadn't offered a name. Furthermore, he gave little detail. Furthermore, he only expected her to know the answers to his questions that flowed from his lips like water through a stream after a summer rain. His amber hues stuck to her a long moment, "They aim to take away your freedom, as they have many others. Unity is such a….false claim." He chuckled lightly. "They do not aim to offer unity to anyone other than themselves. They will squeeze every bit of your power from you, Esmé." He reached into his pocket as he glanced behind him. A man came walking into the tent, he held a beer in his hand. "What--….how'd you beat me in here? I was first, dammit." He spoke drunkenly. The man stood, "Apologies." He spoke. He turned his attention back to Esmé as he pulled a simple blank card from his pocket. Furthermore, he set it upon the table before her, a bit of a smirk upon his lips. "If you want answers to the questions that you do not have answers to..." He raised a brow slightly. "Or to get away from that dreaded habit of yours..." He glanced to the wooden box again. "You'll find me with this." He placed his finger upon the blank card. "Only, if you want." He gave a smirk to her. "Just remember the Sect of Unity... I give you a few days...before they catch up." He looked to the drunken man that stood a look of frustration on his face. "I'll pay for your reading, good sir. Thank you for your patience." He grinned as he pulled a few bills from his pocket and he shoved them into the chest of the man. The world worked in mysterious ways. People came. People went. Some were important. Others could have never existed. If Esmé chose to take the man up on his offer, writing would appear upon the blank card. It would reveal the exact location that he was. Magic was a thing that humans had left in the past. Many didn't believe in it. Card tricks. Tricks. That is exactly what magic was. Seeing the future? Merely a flick of the wrist and a few careful guesses. That is all humans believed a psychic was. Someone who could read the person across the table well, to get them to tell their deepest desires without the words uttering over their lips. The man however, he wasn't human, that was for certain. If anything his eyes gave him away. He knew that. He didn't try to hide it at all. His name was Remain Costello. He had worked in and out of the supernatural community for years. He found the good, the bad, and the wretched. Furthermore, he learned what each group...or cult as some called them...wanted. Furthermore, he was a special case. Something completely different from those around him. Judging from the quick movements of the enchantress...he assumed she knew he was different. Even if she couldn't quite place her thumb upon why. Remiel pulled the hood up on his jacket as he walked through the damp streets of the city. Lightening crackled across the skies above him, he gazed up as droplets of rain began to cascade down over the concrete jungle. He pushed against a heavy metal door and grinned to the Burley man that blocked his path. "Daniel." He spoke as he lowered his hood." Remiel. I was beginning to think you'd floated away with all this rain." The man stepped to the side. "Bar's dead tonight." He commented before he shut the door again." Among other things." Remain spoke as he walked to the bar, he nodded to the barkeep. "Lilly." He smiled. The woman stepped over and poured a drink and slid it across the counter to him. "Up to no good again?" She questioned with a playful smile." Of course, of course." He chuckled lightly. "Only time will tell. Oh, Daniel." He turned on the stool, and it creaked loudly in the empty bar. "If a short red head happens to show. I invited her." He raised his glass toward the bouncer whom only chuckled back to him. "You'll let her in." He grinned as he turned back around, and he watched as the barkeep prepared another drink from a man that sat at the other end of the bar. The televisions upon the wall spoke of recent murders within the city, sports...the usual. Remain sipped upon his drink, he looked to the clock upon the wall and tilted his head slightly as he seemed to fall into a deep train of thought. Remiel Costello She barely had a chance to get a word in as she sat behind her table. If the morphine had not been pumping through her system she would have more likely than not pulled a knife on this man. She swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on what he was saying. The sect of unity? It sounded like some Christian nonsense, but she had never heard of them in her life. She was somewhat taken aback by just how much these gentlemen knew about her. No one knew her actual abilities. Those that did in the past tried to take her and weaponize her, then again, it sounded like that’s what that sect wanted to do. She took the card from him looking between it and him.“By the gods, you do love the sound of your own voice don’t you?” She said bluntly. Esmé was nothing if not blunt and to the point at all times. She saw every individual as undeserving of her time and she liked to make that known. She opened her mouth to ask more questions when a damned drink moron stumbled into her tent. Before she knew it he was gone, all he left her with was more questions than answers. She only did an hour worth of readings, usually she would sit there for 4 or 5 hours at a time, but her mind was otherwise engaged. As the last person left she stood with a steely resolve. She was going. Glancing down at the card an address appeared before her just as he had advised it would. Taking a deep breath she grabbed her red velvet coat from the rack and put it on. It was only a short distance away thankfully. The dark and damp weather was doing very little to lighten her already sinister mood. How dare this man just Wales into her tent and spin her such a yarn?! She was only going to sate her own curiosity. She stopped outside the bar, looking the doorman up and down she flashed him the card “I am here to see the rude man that gave me this card.” It was almost as if he had been expecting her, the door was immediately opened for her. As she entered the near empty bar her eyes zoned in on him instantly. Stomping over to him, she slammed the card down on the bar her icy blue eyes narrowing “enough of this cryptic nonsense, what do you want from me exactly? Apart from getting on my very last nerve.” The man at the door looked down to Esmé, a chuckle came over his lips as he'd pushed the door open. He watched her walk into the bar. Remiel sat with a drink before him. His eyes tracked her as she stormed across the bar, a smirk curved up his lips. He looked to the card as she slammed it down before him. "Fiery. Just like your hair I see. They do say the red heads tend have the worst attitudes." He pondered for a moment. "Was it red heads? Or was it something else." He tapped his chin and then chuckled. He took a long drink of his cocktail and grinned to her. "I do believe I have satisfied my first goal. You here aren't you?" He looked to the barkeep and smirked as Lilly watched the two from the other side of the bar. Lilly walked over and poured the same mix drink for Esmé. She slid it across the counter to her after she'd shaken it vigorously within a steel shaker. "You know." She spoke as she leaned across the bar to place a napkin down. "Yelling at him won't get you very far." The woman chuckled lightly. "I've tried that for years. The fool keeps coming back. Like this is his home." She glared to him, though she held a playful smirk upon her lips before she walked away. Remiel chuckled lightly before he turned his amber hues upon Esmé. "Why don't you sit? Hm? Your energy is awfully chaotic. Wouldn't want to attract the wrong attention now….would you?" He tilted his head slightly. He took another drink as he watched her. "Oh and to answer your question. I do find the sound of my voice to be soothing. Others usually do as well. Don't you agree?" He had a cocky confidence about him. As if he thought he knew everything. Did he though? "You came. So my words must have meant something to you. You have questions, I am certain. This is not the place for those questions I'm afraid." He stood and grasped his drink. "Come along." He spoke as he walked over to a set of old wooden stairs. He led her up the flight of stairs that creaked with each step. Furthermore, he walked down a long dark hallway. It wasn't the most comforting scene. If anything he'd be surprised if she was comfortable with the idea at all. But that didn't concern him. He stepped to a door and pulled out a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock before he pushed the door open. He clicked on a light which illuminated the small room. It had a desk in it, a chair on either side. There was a cork board upon the wall with several pieces of paper tacked to it. He shut the door and then walked over to the desk and took a seat. "There, no prying eyes or listening ears." He smirked to her. "What do I want from you?" He questioned as his amber hues watched her carefully. "I'm not really sure of that. Perhaps nothing at all. I'm not asking for a payment for saving your life." He looked to the clock that ticked upon the wall. "Right about now, I imagine the Sect is approaching that carnival. You doubt me? Go ahead and go back. They'd love that." He grinned to her then. He wasn't being forward. Furthermore, he was still cryptic and hadn't answered much. "I do believe a thank you is in order." He swirled the liquid within his glass." You want to know of the Sect of Unity? What questions do you have, Esmé?" His eyes were focused on her, a smug smirk upon his lips as he leaned back in his chair and gazed to her. “I am sorry perhaps this self-absorbed narration you do like you’re Sherlock Holmes works with other people but I, do not give a fuck.” Esmé always had a temper, sometimes it got out of control and when it did, she would happily put herself in the line of fire to prove a point.“Let me guess, because I am a little helpless woman I should be ever so grateful that you swanned into my tent, told me sweet fuck all and left? Does that usually work for you or are you so incapable of talking to women that you always spew this verbal excrement when you’re in the room with one?” Esmé as a rule found men insufferable, especially cocky men that felt she owed them something. The days of her serving men were long gone.“I am not going to stand here and pander to you. Either tell me now or don’t. I will happily go back to where they are. I am petty enough to get killed because someone has pissed me off so make no mistake I will leave here without a second thought.” She shrugged. She had been around men like him before. Men that told her she should sit down, restrict herself, not draw the wrong kind of attention. Well, she was the wrong kind of attention. And she would gladly pick a fight with anyone that tried to put her in a box of what she should be again. She looked him up and down with narrowed eyes “so, are you going to share, or shall I just go? I am a busy woman I really don’t have all day to listen to people attempting to do a Shakespearean soliloquy for a few seconds of attention.” She was a firecracker. Her quips back to him only caused Remain to smirk. He tilted his head slightly as he watched her. "You think I sound like that good ole boy Sherlock?" He chuckled lightly. "Why thank you for the compliment, m'lady." He stood and took a bow. He figured she would not be sitting, so what was the point of him continuing to sit. Furthermore, he raised a brow as she continued to go off. This one would be difficult. She didn't seem to have a sense of the danger that she truly was in. But that didn't concern Remain. He'd done his part. It would be over soon enough. "Helpless. Perhaps." He smiled to her, a charming smile that most would find alluring. But he imagined in her case it would only cause her further frustration. "You're not going anywhere. Why don't you sit down?" He leaned on the desk and held his hand out toward the chair. "Unless you don't want to sit. Understandable." He smirked to her. Remiel nodded his head to the cork board. "I didn't just bring you here for fun, dear girl." He seemed to enjoy pushing her buttons and edging her closer to blowing up at him. He walked around the desk and eyed her up and down a moment. "Excuse me." He spoke before he slipped around her in the small room. He stood before the cork board now. Furthermore, he began to pull clippings from newspapers down. One by one. "No….nope….not this one…." He tossed stuff to the side, creating quite a mess of the room. "Was it this one?" He spoke to himself and then shook his head. "Oh. Here." He turned and held an article out to her. "The Sect of Unity. Front and center." He smirked slightly. "A cult if you will. Most of them are." He watched her with his amber hues a moment. "They found a group of...those less than normal. Like yourself. Gifted. Hm? I prefer the term gifted. It has a nice ring to it. Besides, someone who was gifted something great like you...can't be all bad….right?" He raised a brow slightly. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "They bled them for their magic. Have you heard of it?" He questioned. "A special device...terrible really...they killed an entire group of witches this way. Slowly draining their life essence. I couldn't say that I know what they aim to do with the extracted magic. But I assure you one day I might." He searched her eyes. "Believe me, it wasn't a pretty sight to see." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Now...would they do that to you? Perhaps. Shall we see?" He grinned to her then, it was a wicked grin, much different from his sly smiles and smirks. Most would have turned tail and run at this point. "Would you like to know?" He stepped to her, he stood all too close. His eyes gazed into hers. "Those eyes are just, stunning. I'm sure you've heard the line before." A chuckle came over his lips, "Now then...shall we get the answers to your questions?" There was a clatter of footsteps from the hallway. The door pushed open. Several men stood in the hallway. The men held guns that were aimed in on Esmé, another had shackles. Remain smirked to her, "I would suggest coming along peacefully, Esmé." He grinned then. "Wouldn't want the helpless woman to get injured. Now would we?" Of course, she had managed to walk herself into a dammed trap. Her wits were never at their best when she had morphine running through her veins but still… she did not fear them. Going by the sheer number of men and the number of weapons they had pointed at her, it was them that feared her. Oh, if only they knew the half of it. If only they knew what she had been capable of when she was clean and sober all those years ago. They would piss their pants at her presence. She folded her arms across her chest as she eyed the men nonchalantly. It wouldn’t be the first time she had been taken. Usually what followed was various kinds of torture, but she never cracked, never broke, she quite enjoyed pain. It made her feel alive. Perhaps that was the insanity in her.“All these boys here for little old me?” She said with a grin her icy blue eyes copying them all to memory for when she escaped this shit show. She looked back at the amber eyed man her neutral expression giving not a thing away regarding how she was feeling at that moment. “So, let me understand this. You had to use trickery to lure me here as opposed to just taking me? Are you that weak you can’t handle one little witch under the influence of drugs? That is a bit embarrassing for you, is it not?” She didn’t show fear because she wasn’t afraid. She had heard of witches going missing, but she paid it little heed. After all, they were general practitioners, nothing like her, coming from a line of Volleys had made her different right down to her genetic makeup. Was she unique? Not quite, there were a few women across the globe that came from an ancestral line of Volleys, women that once could convey messages to and from the gods on behalf of humanity. There were not many left and those that remained kept to themselves as solitary practitioners. They had been long since shunned by the gods, with their squandered gifts they had turned into something more unnatural. And she would use that to her advantage. She held her hands up rolling her eyes “all this trouble for little old me? And chains? Usually a man buys me dinner before he gets the shackles out, but I suppose I can make an exception for you all, seeing as my curiosity is piqued. Oh yes, she would go with them, she wanted to know what this damned place was. What was the worst they could do? Try and separate her from her magic, she nearly laughed at the notion. If only that were so easy, gods knows she tried over the years. Remain looked to the woman. He expected to see fear in her eyes. He expected her to beg for her life. The others did. All the other witches did. But not Esmé. Perhaps she was truly different after all. From what little information he had on her, he knew she was something different. He knew she was more powerful. He was simply following orders now though, wasn't he? Her crystal hues. He was enthralled by them, entranced even. He tilted his head slightly as she questioned about all the men. "Just following orders. You understand." He smirked to her, the smirk slowly turned into a grin as her next words came from her mouth. She didn't. Oh, but she did. He chuckled, "Trickery." He hummed the word back to her. "Perhaps you did not need to be tricked. But...the chase my dear girl...isn't that always better than the catch?" He placed a finger beneath her chin to tilt her head back slightly so that he could gaze into her crystal hues once again. "So no. I'm not embarrassed at all. Perhaps I should be though. You do have a point. Like I said before. It's a nasty habit." He chuckled to her slightly before he cleared his throat as she raised her hands and rolled her eyes. The theatrics of it. He smirked to her. He wished that every catch was like this. Furthermore, he was tired of the begging that he had to deal with each time he found a witch. Some of them he swooned over before he would capture them. It made it all the more fun to see the look in their eyes when they were toted away, screaming to him for help." Dinner?" He questioned. "Would you like dinner?" He smirked to her. "We can arrange that, but of course. Anything for the lady." He bowed his head and then snickered. "Boys." He spoke as he stepped toward the door. "You know what to do of course." He glanced back to her with his amber hues, a smirk upon his lips. "See you soon, Esmé." He spoke before he slipped from the door. She would have been surrounded by the men. They all had a tattoo upon their right wrist of a strange symbol with curved edges. Esmé would have felt a pinch in the side of her neck, a tranquilizer perhaps...just before a sack was placed over her head and cuffs were locked over her wrists. They moved quickly. She was tossed over the shoulder of one of the brutes. They spoke. But for some reason what they spoke was in another language. An ancient language from the sounds of it. It was guttural and rough. She was tossed easily into a trunk? The back of a truck? It was hard to tell. The surface would have been hard and cold. The sound of the storm filled the surrounding air. Thunder rumbled, causing the metal of the vehicle to shake slightly. If she were to manage to stay awake the ride would have been nearly 2 hours. The place that she was taken was damp and musty. A musk filled the surrounding air. A basement perhaps? A strange chanting in the old language could be heard as she was carried along. Then she was suddenly sat down in a chair and the sack removed. A woman sat across the table from her. Her skin was ghostly pale. Darkness surrounded her eyes...her eyes which looked like silver marbles. The way that the dim light in the room reflected off of her hues was strange. Her hair was white as a fresh snow. She held a runic symbol upon her forehead. The woman wore a crimson cloak. She stared to Esmé, her expression blank as can be. "Welcome, Esmé." She spoke after several moments of silence. "I must apologize for your travels. Most will not come willingly. But I assure you, this is where you belong." The woman's voice held a thick accent. It held little tone inflection. "I am Alkalis, Head Master here." She announced. Rykalis stared to her with the deadpan expression. She drew in a breath. "Yes. I can see it. The fire that burns within you. You will do very well here. You'll see." She spoke. "But first... Remiel told me that you've requested a proper welcoming. I do apologize for his rude behavior. One never knows what we are getting when we find the fallen angels. Some are much easier to deal with than others. He is...well...he is still learning his place among us." She stood. The sound of her chair sliding across the concrete echoed in the empty room. All the room held was the table and two chairs. "You must excuse me, dear Esmé." The woman spoke as she stepped away. It would not have been much longer and the door from within the shadows would open once again. The amber eyed man walked in with a platter full of food. It looked as though it was prepared for a king...or queen... Remiel sat the platter down, it held a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. He smirked to her. "Would you like to have that dinner you requested? I can remove the shackles." His eyes locked on hers. "I heard that you have met Master Alkalis. She seemed to like you. That's good." He poured the two glasses of wine before he paused to look to her once again, a smile upon his lips. He seemed pleased with himself. She found tranquillisation highly unnecessary, after all, she was more than eager to see where this would take her. She knew a serious amount of pain was probably in her immediate future, but it wouldn’t be the first time and no doubt with her dumb luck it wouldn’t be the last. Furthermore, she had built up quite the tolerance to drugs, whatever they gave her was fading her in and out of consciousness for the two hours. Furthermore, she didn’t really sleep, she often only managed to get a few hours a week if she was lucky. Furthermore, she wouldn’t mind taking some of this damned tranquilizer home with her. She became fully conscious again when she was yanked from the van and plonked in a chair. Furthermore, she cracked her stiff neck from side to side before regarding the woman in front of her. Her eyes narrowed at the runic symbol on her forehead. No one write in runic anymore, but it was familiar to her. Her grandmother had ensured she could read and understand it, but years of drug abuse had somewhat clouded her memory. She looked at this woman, Alkalis, with a confused glare. What on earth was she talking about? She would do well here? She certainly would fuck not. “Listen, whatever strange little cult you have here I have no interest in joining.” She called after her as she departed. She was taken aback by the race of her abductor. A fallen angel, she had only met a few of them in her time, and they all did something very bad. She wondered if he was the same. No sooner had Alkalis left that the man himself had reappeared. Remain wasn’t it? She laughed to herself as he placed enough food in front of her to feed a family. She was confused by all this, we’re they lulling her into a false sense of security? That’s what it felt like. Perhaps the mind games of this strange little cult was how they manipulated witches into getting at their magic.“Remain, is it?” She said looking from him to the food “tell me, Remain, do you always take what everyone says so literally?” She quipped. Was she hungry? Of course, she only ate after her shows were complete, and today she had opted against that to get herself fucking kidnapped instead. She lifted her shackled hands so he could release her from them. The shackles were heavy, and they were starting to cut into the delicate skin of her wrists. She snorted at his next statement. “Oh she likes me? Oh, good I do love when my kidnappers take a shine to me. Lucky me.” She said sarcastically. “I do not know what kind of nonsense you all are trying to peddle here, but I am not some weak scared little thing like the other women you all have picked up. And you have inconvenienced me greatly so if you think I will give any of you what you want you are all as insane as you seem.” Remain watched her, his breathing stopped for a moment. The girl knew his name? His amber hues seemed to bore into her as if he was attempting to view into her very soul. His smug smile was wiped from his lips which he pressed into a flat line. Why? Why would Alkalis do this to him? Insufferable sage. "Yes my name is Remain..." His response was almost flat in tone, his eyes locked on her. His frown only lasted a few short moments before he listened to her next comment. "Only the words of beautiful women." He spoke with a charming smile back upon his lips. "You asked for dinner m'lady." He stood as she held her shackled hands up. He bowed deeply and then grinned to her once again. How confusing he must be. He knew it. He knew the game he played. The line that he walked upon and teetered to either side of. It was exhilarating. His amber eyes stayed upon her wrists. The small cuts that had formed from the sheer weight of the shackles. He clicked his tongue slightly and shook his head. "Hm." He lifted his hues to look to her once again. His thumb rest over one of the cuts, his amber hues stayed upon her as if he was lost in the crystal sea of her eyes. When he removed his thumb, the cut had vanished. The only thing that remained was a bit of blood upon her delicate skin. "Ah." He spoke with a slight smirk upon his lips. He then sat down in his chair and scooted it forward. "You must be hungry." He spoke as he placed an empty plate and a fork and knife before her. "Since you requested dinner." He raised a brow to her as he sat back in his chair. He took a swig of his wine. It was a deep red wine. It had a full flavor that was only just bitter enough from the tannins. As Esmé responded to his statement of Lakes he chuckled lightly to her. His amber hues focused in on the woman. "Yes lucky for you, indeed." He responded as he raised a brow slightly. He took another swig. When she spoke her next line he simply gazed to her. "I know you're nothing like the other weak creatures that we have so easily captured. So easily they have sucked every bit of life from them. No, you're nothing like them, Esmé. You're quite different." His expression was serious, he didn't wear the smirk upon his lips. He simply stared to her, the intensity of his gaze was enough to make others squirm...it was uncomfortable in a way. "Perhaps you needed to be inconvenienced." He spoke after a long silent moment. "You're wasting away. Why waste such a gift, Esmé?" He questioned as he leaned forward slightly. "Why should you throw it all away? Because it makes others uncomfortable? Does it make you uncomfortable?" His intense stare had not left. Remain sat back in his chair after a moment. "Tell me Esmé. What is it you want? What does your heart desire?" He grinned to her finally, that alluring smile back upon his lips. He really was unusual. Those angels often were, or should she say ex angels. She didn’t know what happened to them when they fell from grace, she didn’t often bother herself learning the lore of others… She had been far too busy concerning with herself. Perhaps that was self-centered or her, but her ego had always been her biggest downfall. She grinned at the sight of his somewhat taken aback expression. Was this the first chink forming in that armor of his? She was able to reach the wine with her restraints but nothing much else. She sipped on it thoughtfully tapping the toe of her shoe on the hard concrete.“What do you care? And why do you keep staring at me like that?” She said through narrowed eyes. She didn’t know his kind had the capability to heal others, especially not other supernatural beings. Furthermore, she wasn’t unsettled by him, she was more curious than anything. His mannerisms… everything… it all seemed off in some way. He was almost robotic at times in how he conducted himself how very odd.“Using dark magic comes with a price, Remain. My ancestors turned their backs on their true purpose SND used their magic for personal gain, and they paid the price every time they used their magic thereafter. But me? I didn’t feel like paying my price, so I keep myself drugged, heavily, so heavily that I have all but smothered my magical inclinations on a day-to-day basis. Why should I suffer?” She shrugged. “I watched all the women that came before me lose themselves to madness. I may be cruel, and sadistic and self-centered, but I am not mad. Not yet. But… if I keep up the magic, I will surely lose my mind like the rest. So I will happily be a junkie over a witch.” She smiled taking another slurp of her wine.“Let me ask you something Remain, what do you want with me? If it’s just to take my magic you’re being awfully slow about it. I’m getting bored.” Remain watched her carefully. This woman that sat before him was intriguing. He'd never run into such a troubled soul that had so much fight. So much fight that she would rather poke back at him than plea for her life. He'd raised his brow as he looked to her, that incessant tapping of her toe. He pressed his lips together in a thin line. "What do I care?" He smirked as he pondered the question. "Did I give you the impression that I actually care? Hm." He stared to her another long moment. "Perhaps I do, just a little." He grinned. "Oh and pardon for the stare. It's your eyes." He grinned and sipped from his wine. "I just...hm..." He tilted his head slightly. "They are better than a crystal clear stream, or a clear blue sky. Mesmerizing." He chuckled. She began to speak of dark magic. The price tag. The toll that it took. He seemed disinterested in this subject. His eyes wandered around the room, but would ultimately land back upon her. "What if…." He spoke and then took another drink of his wine. He smirked to her. "What if there doesn't always have to be a price to pay? What if you could have all that lovely power...without any repercussions?" It was a wild idea. An impossible idea. Perhaps this fallen angel was insane. There was no telling what he did to fall from the graces of heaven. The depth of his amber hues focused in on her. "Ah wouldn't life be that much easier? If it were free." He leaned back, seeming to imagine it. Remiel laughed when she stated she was bored. She questioned what he wanted with her. "It is not I that wants anything from you. Aside for some company. Which you are providing." He nodded to her and lifted his glass as if he was toasting to her. "Alkalis is the one that was interested in you. Will she take your magic?" He bobbed his head back and forth as he seemed to weigh out the options. "Perhaps. She might deem you more...useful than just a simple drain though. What use would you be to her dead?" He questioned. He set his wine down and walked around the table. Furthermore, he brought a key from his pocket. Furthermore, he grinned to her as he leaned down close. "Perhaps. Since you are stuck here. You should just enjoy the ride and not worry about being….bored was it?" He smirked to her as he remained this close. He unlocked the shackles and then set them on the table. "Why be bored when you can simply enjoy the hospitality that Alkalis has offered you?" He grinned as he sat back in his chair. "Though she put you with me." He pondered the idea. "Not sure if I would be too pleased with that myself." He watched her with his amber hues carefully. "Why don't you worry about what's in front of you? Later we can worry about what Alkalis wants with you." He sipped from his wine once again, nearing the end of his glass. "More?" He questioned and topped her glass off before he topped off his own.

A freak show like no other|rating:3.0

New Home, New Brother ( me and cclayjr)

Elise sighed to herself as she sat on the couch, sitting in front of the TV, flicking through the channels. Today was a regular summer’s day for her. Later she might head down to the beach that was if she was to be let out of the house after the arrival of her new step-brother. Yes, her mother had remarried over a year ago, and they had moved in with her new husband. It wasn't too bad. Her mother had finally found someone to love and loved her back. Elise’s real father was in another state, she'd visit him sometimes, but it always became awkward since she hardly ever saw him and her earliest memories of him were of him and her mother fighting. This new guy, Adrian seemed alright, he treated her right, though he was a little shy at times which made her giggle. Seeing a grown man blush was rather funny to her. It seemed she would be getting a new brother. The poor guy’s mother had passed away so all he had left was his father. He was coming to live with them till he turned 18 and decided to move out, or hang around and call this house his new home. She just hoped he wasn't an asshole or anything. There were enough pretentious dicks at school; she didn't want to deal with one at home as well. She flicked through the channels finally finding a movie to sit down and watch. Elise was a pretty girl. She had a mass of bright red hair and a slim, curvaceous figure. She had spent some years as a cheerleader at her high school, but all the girls were bitchy and ended up fighting with one another. It wasn't really an environment she wanted to be in, so she handed in her uniform and left. The coach was rather sad to lose her since she had been the only one who could do a triple flip without breaking her neck. Those few years though had given her the figure she had now. She was dressed in a pair if blue skinny jeans with a yellow top and black vest over the top. She had her hair tied back loosely, just a casual look, nothing special. Meanwhile, Adrian her stepfather was rushing about the house fretting over the arrival of his son. It had been awhile since they had seen each other. He wondered how he would react to his wife and her daughter. He wondered if he was angry with him, or perhaps he was still upset over his mother’s death. This was not the way he wanted to introduce him to his new family. (Gerald hated the idea, yeah dude was ok. He took care of them but apparently wasn't good enough to stay with. No biggie. He would only be here for what a year and a half at best. Then he was gone. He had a few skills if all else failed he could go into the military. That or something else that would net him some money with his abilities. He had promised his mother he wouldn't be a banger or do crime. That was all, that saved his father at present. He had a bit of money from his mother's passing. He agreed to come live with his father to try to get to know him. Truth be told. He was glad for the opportunity....but he would never tell him that. He had a car, that was how he got there to the place, he drove his new black mustang to his father's house. Furthermore, he had been driving since he was fourteen so getting his license was easy, talking his mother into letting him get it was something else. Furthermore, he took her out to supposedly teach him, he drove the car in donuts barely missing other cars. Which he knew would make her nervous, but since his reactions were far better than most he knew he was doing it on purpose. She gave in after that display. He did a single job that got him about 20k. His mother found out about it and barely spoke to him for a week. He stopped she didn't need his help to support them, at least not like that. He used to think that his almost crime life was what killed her. The promise would be hard to keep, but he would do it. He parked the car and walked up to the door, he looked around the neighborhood. He was not liking the looks he was getting, but as he got out it didn't get any better. 'What is this Beverly Hills?' He looked around at the mansion style homes and frowned wondering what his father did and why did he live here of all places. He was a bit more muscular than his father and only an inch or two shorter at six foot even he looked the man in his eye. Furthermore, he wore a perpetual frown as he always worked at taking things in first. Furthermore, he was a thinker pretty good in school. But he worked well at getting out of trouble, he was naturally gifted in math and science it seems by his report card. English wasn't his best subject, but he never failed anything. He wondered what the rest of his new family would look like as he hugged the man that opened the door not looking much different than him only taller. The knock on the door came and Adrian seemed to freeze in his place. He had never been so nervous in his whole life. He regretted not having a bigger role in his sons' childhood, he had put his job before family. Furthermore, he had learned from that though at least. Family first, Job second. Eventually he breathed in and opened the door. He looked at his son and half expected a punch in the face. After a couple of moments of a rather awkward silence and a hug he cleared his throat and said "Err... Come in Gerald...please come in" he said stepped to the side to allow him to come in with his bags. It would be awhile before the two could actually sit and talk like father and son." Elise, could you come here please" he called her. Elise seemed to sigh and shut off the TV and got up and walked to the front door. Adrian cleared his throat again and said "This is Elise, Your step-sister...can you show him his room please?" he asked her. Elise looked at him for a moment, taking in the guy’s appearance. So this was her new brother eh. He looked alright. "Heather and I are making some dinner for tonight" said Adrian. Elise looked at Adrian and nodded and said "Alright, just follow me" she said flashing him a smile. She then turned and began to walk up the staircase and down the hall. She opened the door and stepped inside. Furthermore, she gestured around her and said "This is your room". The room was rather plain looking right now. White walls with two windows on the side of the house. There was a double bed, a closet, a desk and a chair. She assumed he would make it his own before the end of the week. She looked at him and said "I hope you can settle in... It wasn't long ago that I had to move here" she said softly. ‘Yeah off limits.’ He thought, but given the chance he would not only hit that but make her keep coming back for more. Besides, they weren’t blood after all. “Nice to meet you.” He said politely. He followed her looking at her legs that were nice and long, a full round behind that almost screamed for him to pounce on even those she was Caucasian. The stereotype was rather wrong at this point, her rear wasn’t as flat as Kansas. He moved from behind her glad she wasn’t telepathic or something like him. Or she might have smacked him. Maybe he could find someone that looked like her that might be interested in him at school. It wasn’t like he was racist or something he liked all women. He wasn’t hung up on color at all, and he realized some people still were, but that was their problem.“Thanks… Elise. Maybe you could show me around later? Perhaps we could even be friends, if you don’t mind sharing your space?” He said not thinking of her as his sister yet….good because she wouldn’t like his thoughts if he had thought of her as his sister. But she was polite, he could only imagine what his fathers' wife would think of him. He took off his jacket and hung it up as he sat on the bed thinking of the room with white wall. ‘Beyoncé poster behind the door.’ He thought as he put his bags down thinking he could live with this. It was much bigger than his room back home, but he had access to the entire house cause his mom was at work most of the time. He would still need a job, he wondered how much to reveal to his new family. He looked at the spark that rolled over his fingers and closed his hand to make it go away. Furthermore, he realized he was nervous. Elise looked at him when he asked her to show him around. "No problem and don't worry about feeling as thought you're intruding, It's all right". She phased for a moment and said "Might sound odd coming from me, but your old man is alright, he's nice...he treats me and my mum a lot better than my real father ever did" she said sighing a little. The sound of footsteps approaching could be heard. Her mother heather walked into the room. She was a middle-aged woman that seemed to have a glow about her. She didn't look evil as most stepmothers were made out to be. She poked her head into the room and said "Can I come in?" she said with a chuckle before stepping inside. Heahter smiled at Travis and said "It’s nice to finally meet you Gerald, Adrian's been so nervous about this whole thing" she said chuckling a little to herself. The woman seemed like a big ball of fun. She then turned to them both and said "Anyway, I'm sorry to do this to you after you’ve just arrived Travis, I would have much liked to have sat down and eaten dinner with you first before we got called away. It will only be for a couple of weeks. Dinners ready so you guys can eat together. Maybe while we are gone Elise can show you around town hmm?" she said smiling before ducking back out of the room to pack. Elise looked at him and said "That happens every once in a while, nothing major" she said with a shrug. “Thanks. I am willing to give me…you all a chance. You will forgive me if act like a butt, never had a…” ’Gorgeous’ he left that thought out, he didn’t want to seem like a serve. “.sister before.”“Sure?” He looked at her questioningly. “Your house?” He said not sure on the privacy protocol, it wasn’t a smart comment, but it spoke volumes to the fact that he felt out of place. His mom came in all the time unless the door was closed even then he locked it when he really didn’t want her in, but that was not that often. They had a pretty open relationship, mostly friends.“Hugh? Say what? You are leaving? I mean like going out of town, together. Leaving just the two of us here…alone to fend for ourselves?” He said not sure if he was understanding what was going on, but it was truly an interesting and trusting concept for sure. He wasn’t sure this was the best or smartest ideas, he was alone with this gorgeous girl and had the house to themselves. If he had other abilities like charming women, it would be a very interesting two weeks away. When they got back, she would definitely not be his sister. But his lover. They would figure out how to keep it a secret. ‘As if I could be that lucky.’ He thought to himself, he was waiting for an answer when Elise spoke. “You are serious?!?” Elise looked at him and said "Fend for ourselves? It's not like we live in a Forrest" she said with a chuckle with a grin on her face. She watched as her mother walked out of the room, and she said "Yeah, pretty much, they go away every few months or so, they for at some company, I don't know, It's not so bad though, I rather have them going at it in some hotel somewhere then next door to my room" she said rolling her eyes. She looked at him and said "Once your settled I'll show you around town" she said heading out of his room and back downstairs. “I don’t know. I hadn’t thought of being here…alone by myself. You might attack me or something, or not protect me.” He teased. Shocked by her statement. “Every few months? Wow, ok. So you are used to this now?” He chuckled. “So you don’t like hearing them, or you don’t have anyone to bump and grind with yourself. Or it could be both?” He said looking at her as their mother left the room. He would have to go with she didn’t like hearing them, he couldn’t imagine her not having a boyfriend.“So we eat dinner together, and then they are gone in what? Tonight or in the morning?” He was shocked by all of this but hey he had a roof over his head and the company wasn’t bad on the eyes either. Elise sat down on the couch as he followed, and she said "Me attack you....have you seen your self lately, your like a rock" she said chuckling. She nodded when he asked if he was used to it and said "More or less" she said. She rolled her eye when he chuckled at her statement about their parents. Furthermore, she looked at him and said "Both, actually" she said. "They'll eat dinner and probably leave tonight" she said turning on the TV. Well at least he didn’t feel so bad. She had been checking him out too. He was wearing a tank top white t-shirt that did little to hide his muscular frame beneath his open shirt now that he wore no jacket. “Really so they do go away and leave you by yourself? What do you do for protection?” He was really just not used to such a thing. He figured it was where they lived, and she had 911 on speed dial.“So you don’t have a boyfriend?” He said trying not to look shocked by the question that she seemed to not answer. Not that he wanted to hear her knockin’ boots down the hall either. Unless it was him rather, but that was too much to ask for. But he wouldn’t mind considering he could really be into her under different circumstances. Elise looked over at him and said "Protection?? You make it sound like I live on a street called rapists' alley" she said chuckling. "I don't know, I just take care of my self. I have fun, but i don't go out every night or anything. If there's a party, I won't drink till I'm throwing up, just behave I guess" she said changing the Chanel. She looked over at him when he asked the boyfriend question and said "Nope, not in a while actually, the last one was dick soon I'm kinda over guys...not that I'm into girls or anything....I'm just enjoying being single" she said. "You understand right?" she asked looking at him. "Well no it is not that, but...no biggie we just come from different worlds is all. Not rapist alley but don't invite danger." He said thinking it was probably the neighborhood. What his mom could afford, she took care of them so it wasn't as bad as all of that, but he did know what trouble his abilities would allow him to get into. Being as fast as lightning had its benefits. He would have to do something to keep his sister busy when he worked out. He thought of getting a costume, but even he wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet. He smirked when she called him a dick. Yeah, he was about to be nosy. "Nope, tell me what did he do?" He said thinking of cheating, most women put up with just about anything but that. He just didn't see what guy would be stupid enough to cheat on her, look at her, those bright eyes, lush lips, warm inviting body then that flaming red hair that spoke of such passion. Furthermore, he quickly shook off the wicked thoughts of devouring his little sister on the kitchen table. Furthermore, he was glad she wasn't into girls though. Elise looked at him when he asked what her last boyfriend did. She sighed and looked down a little and said "He was just a jerk...he always was, I could hardly believe I never saw it my self before the end.... I found him getting on with my best friend in the world, I guess they deserved each other....now she's pregnant, and he's pissed off to another state" she said with a sigh." Then she expected me to support and help her, and when that didn't happen, she left school... I don't know what she's doing now" she said sighing. She looked down a bit "Probably had the baby by now..." "I am sorry, most people see that someone is not good for you away before you do. And yeah some guys are jerks. But people are people you just have to find someone you get along with really. Someone he wants you for you." He said what the hell was he saying, was he really trying to charm his sister? Maybe? What he was saying was true though so maybe she wouldn't think he was trying to come on to her, not that it was a bad thing, but it was different to have her talking to him like a friend." Well maybe she was wanting you to be there for her throughout. But that is different when you feel betrayed. But don't worry you will find someone that will love you for you, when you are not even looking." He said thinking she will probably find someone, someone like her rarely find someone that is not interested in a woman that fine. Elise looked over at him at the spoke, and he smiled a little at him and said "Well thanks...". She smiled and chuckled and said "Look at me, you haven't been here 5 minutes, and I'm already dumping my problems on you" she said sighing. She then stood up and said "I believe I was supposed to show you around, want go for a drive?" she asked him with a smile on her face. "Not a problem really, just someone to talk to. Maybe you needed it as much as I. If we are going to be living together...alone for two weeks we might as well get to know each other." He said thinking of how close they would be by the time their parents came back." Ok can you drive?" He said. 'Besides me crazy.' He thought of how much needed the air to clear his mind to think of visiting the poor girl in the middle of the night. That wouldn't be a good for her, she wouldn't ever get any sleep. He was fine with not sleeping he could always suck down a battery or two and keep going." Lead on!" Elise got up when he told her to drive. She just grabbed her purse from the table and said "All right, lets go" she said grabbing her keys from the hook beside the door and walking into the garage where her small car was parked. It was a blue Toyota Paris hatchback. It wasn't a monster truck or anything. She walked to the drivers side and unlocked the doors before getting in and opening the garage doors with a button press and pulling out and driving down the street." Beach, mall or school, pick one" she said looking over at him with a smile. He knew this was a bad thing to be in love with your sister. But her smile brought him to his knees and wouldn't mind her on hers either. He said with an evil grin. He followed her out the more he walked with her the bigger the place got. It was a nice size house for sure."Ahh, we have school on Monday right? There is no need to go there when we will be there all week anyway. So beach or mall beach or mall. Beach. Where do you normally like to hang out?" He said thinking they might be a bit over dressed for going to the beach, but she was showing him around so that would be her call. Elise looked at him and said "I hang out all over really, don't really a specific "spot", well the beach is nice looking so, let's go there" she said smiling and changing lanes and turning at a street corner. It only took them about ten minutes to get to the beach, there were a few people around, it was the weekend, so people were out and about. It wasn't overly packed or anything, but there were some people around. She found a parking spot and pulled in before getting out of the car. "Probably should have brought a pair of flip-flops, ahh well, we can just walk without any shoes on" she said smiling. "Really like where?" He asked thinking this was nice getting to know her. It wasn't helping him to stop liking her maybe he was just destined to have unrequited love. His father would go ape, knowing he was in love with his little sister. He was pretty glad it was only one-sided. It would be even worse for their parents to find out they were sleeping together. 'As if!' He thought to himself as he watched her drive. He didn't mind it, he could probably run from home to here in two minutes." You mean walk on the sand in no shoes?" He looked at her as if that were disgusting, teasing as he walked down to the beach with her in his bare feet. He wondered how fast he was in the sand now. Furthermore, he realized he learned to really run with his mom and their visits to the beach. Now he could run like lightning and what almost not touch the ground as he moved." So what do you do for fun? Besides lose best friends to sucky guys?" Elise smiled, and she walked onto the beach with him and rolled her eyes at his teasing words about walking without any shoes. She looked at him when he asked what she did for fun. "Haha, very funny" she said rolling her eyes. She then moved on to answer his question "I like to do lots of things, go to movies, come to the beach, go out, go to the amusement park, think about how I'm going to survive the zombie apocalypse'" she said looking back at him with a grin on her face. "I try." He said as he walked with her. It was nice and close with her. He moved taking in the light as he absorbed some light he knew his own abilities as he took in the sight of being on the beach with a beautiful woman." Movies? What kind, Do you like roller coasters? And what did you come up with on the whole apocalypse thing." He said as he realized he was having a good time with her, and he thought about his mom or his distant dad once. Elise smiled and said "I like all kinds of movies, but comedies are my favorite. Rollercoasters are fun, especially the big ones with the huge dips in them". She grinned when he asked her about the apocalypse. She looked at him and said "There this one supermarket in town. Everything but the front entrances are made out of bricks. There's no windows, nothing, all you would have to so is block up the front, and you would be set. Though a few guns wouldn't go astray, as well as a bus of death with like a battling gun on the top of it" she said grinning. Yeah, he liked her already, fun not too serious. “So we should try to go on a few roller coasters before they close the parks down around here?” He said wondering what her limits were for distance…or if she had in with mom and dad gone.“I see you have thought this out pretty well.” He said with a smirk. “Remind me no to get on your bad side.” He said as he looked down at her. This was a small place for sure. He could get used to it, she was definitely helping him to feel at home. “So what else is there besides your plot to stave off the end of the world and surely that couldn’t have been your only friend. You must have more, or you would be boring like me.” Elise looked at him and said "Yeah, we could go to the amusement park, I'm alright with that" she said smiling. She chuckled when he said he wasn't about to get on her bad side. "I'm sure you will be fine" she said. She smiled a little when he asked what else her plans were. "Well, right now I'm planning on going to college, live on campus for a few years, move out, get a job that sort of thing. Right now, I'm just enjoying being in highshcool, I have other friends yeah, we go to parties an thing occasionally, sometimes stay over each other's houses and things, I'm not all that interesting either" she said chuckling. "Cool I haven't been to once in a while. Nice to hear a girl scream again." He teased, he liked her smile a lot. "Wow kinda got your life planned out there, husband, kids in the picture too?" He teased thinking he hadn't made it passed college he really hadn't planned past today too much. "So when does school around her start. Back ho....where I am from in Texas school starts on Monday. Kind of hard to register for classes with our parents not being here, but if it doesn't start for a week or two then we will be fine." He said wondering. "So are you allowed to have sleepover while they are gone?" He asked because he was nosy and thinking he wanted to get to know her and couldn't do that if she was occupied entertaining her friends not that a house full of teenage girls would be a bad thing. But he seemed to be more interested in her than anyone else that might show up. Both bad and good, but it was difficult to charm someone that knew all about you both good and bad." So where you shocked when your mother told you she was getting married? And home she was getting married too?" He wanted to know her point of view. It didn't bother him either way, but it was done. But did he want to know if she might be even halfway be interested in someone like him. "Yeah, my mum is kind of a person who likes to have her stuff sorted in advance, guess that rubbed off on me a little" she said with a shrug. She listened to his next question and said "School isn't for three weeks" she said. She continued to walk till he asked about sleep-overs "Yeah, as long as we don't trash the place or anything" she said smiling. Furthermore, she then found a good spot on the beach, and she smiled and sat down settling her self down on the sand a looking out at the water. She looked at him when he asked about the marriage. Furthermore, she shook her head and said "Not really, I was a surprise to hear her getting re-married, not really about the who, you know. Your old men all right, I'm not one to judge by color, I'm not racist or nothing" she said shaking her head. "I think we all need to be a bit more accepting, this whole war was one bullshit idea in the first place, it just divided our country even more than it already was" He smirked at that. "Three weeks? I get to spend three weeks alone with a gorgeous sister before school starts." Part teasing part serious especially the part about her being gorgeous that he couldn't take back. He sat down next to he stretched out as he too looked at the water. "Oh ok." He said thinking about them wrecking the house." I am glad of that, hate to think that my little sister hates me already." He looked at her thinking his previous thoughts were so wrong, ok sort of wrong she was still hot and if he had a chance he definitely wouldn't treat her as his sister. But she was smart and had a good head on her shoulders that gave her way too many points on his scale. He really hated dumb girls. "Wow and you came up with that by yourself? You are definitely not a dumb blond." He looked into her eyes for a second and caught himself getting lost in them, he quickly shook that off not wanting it to be weird for her. Elise smiled a little when he called her gorgeous, he might have noticed the light blush creep up on her cheeks. Well, she really didn't know what kind of relationship the two them would have, but she was sure her mum would flip he started going out with her new step-brother. Elise grinned when he said she wasn't dumb. "If you thought I was a dumb blonde, I might have to knock some sense into that big head of yours" she said grinning at him. She moved hand down and began to play with the sand with a smile on her face. He chuckled, “why are you blushing?” He thought she was cute…fine….hell she was gorgeous! Furthermore, he had always had a thing for redheads anyway, even still he wondered if they had redhead all over. Furthermore, he could only dream of finding out for himself. Furthermore, he enjoyed the color flushing to her cheeks and had they not met he would have been more…bold and kissed her. But that might have gotten him into real trouble.“No not a dumb blonde…ok that would have been what I would have said, but it is like you said not color as a whole. It was just insightful what you said, and I normally find myself attracted to smart women is all.” He was losing his battle to be good and thinking that he was in real trouble, his parents were leaving, and he would be stuck…at home alone with her. He was attracted to her, and she seemed to not be attracted to him. It made him both scared and hopeful, that would definitely freak his parents out to come back and find them as an item…or worse comeback and find them in bed together. Elise smiled when he asked her why she was blushing. "I don't know, I guess I'm shy" she said looking over at him with a smile on her face. She listened to what he had to say about the girls he was into and how he usually wasn't attracted to smart women. So he was attracted to her. She really didn't know if she was into him or not, she's only known him for a hour. She smiled and said "Well aren't you just smooth" she said grinning. Furthermore, she then got back onto her feet, and said "come on, there's still plenty to show you" she said grinning "I mean you can be shy. I just don't see why you would be." He said as he looked over her. "You are smart, funny, pretty. Most guys back home would kill to be with you." He said and to think she was his sister. He would have to be careful not to look her over too much to make her feel nervous or something. He chuckled. "Hardly I am far from smooth trust me. You are just easy to talk to is all." He said standing up. "Lead on." He said. He was used to being with females that were nice, not snobby or stuck up. She smiled and led the both of them back to her car, getting inside and starting up the engine again, this time she decided she would talk him around to the mall." Mall next okay" she said as she navigated the streets till she pulled into the malls parking lot. "Sure that would be fine." He said thinking it was good for him to learn the city. He would have to learn to get around, and he thought it would be interesting to work his way through it later. Especially once he began to run around, it would be difficult trying to keep his secret from his parents and his sister. He thought of what he would do being with her and not telling, knowing at some point she might figure it out. It was nice being with her for sure. He would also need to know his way around." Do you go shopping a lot?" He thought not trying to impress her but definitely getting to know her. "So what is your favorite color? Do you go to the movies often or just rent and watch them at home?" He asked. Elise looked at him as she drove and said "Yeah, I like going shopping" she said grinning at him. She pulled into the malls parking lot and said "My favorite color is purple, and I like going to the movies more than staying at home with that. She smiled at him and got out once she found another parking space. Furthermore, she then got out and said "Come on, I'll show you around" she said with a smile on her face and began to walk to the mall entrance." So, what's your favorite color?" she asked him with a smile. "Shopping, movies. Ok. I am a red, purple kind of guy. Neither of which I wear." He said. "But I could always go shopping with you, if you need another pair of eyes." He said thinking he was trying to be friendly not creepy. He looked around the area always as if he were searching for something or just looking. Furthermore, he was used to being considered paranoid. Furthermore, he was to some extent, it kept him alive. Furthermore, he was really surveying the area, his teacher told him to always be aware of his surroundings. Furthermore, he kept that in mind from martial arts class, he wondered if his new school had metal detectors. Furthermore, he kept his collapsible batons in each leg pocket. If he had had a gun he would have been a small walking arsenal. Instead, he kept about ten dollars in change in his pocket. He was able to flick the coins pretty hard, enough to distract with pain if nothing more. He made sure he didn't kill anyone with the coins using his speed." Show me around, that is good because I don't know where I am going for sure." He liked her smile. Paul had liked Elise for some time. He was going out with Karen so he didn't get the chance, but he was more than wiling to get with her, he could do a lot of things with a woman like that. So was about to approach her when she walked into the mall with some large...black guy. He wasn't sure who he was, he had to approach cautiously. He just let them walk by though even with his boys, Curtis and Thomas. Furthermore, he just sat back and watched her tight little behind go by. "I would love to hit that!""Yeah, I know what you mean. I didn't know she was into chocolate?"" Learn something new every day.""Yeah, well I don't like it. Have to catch her with him not around."" Well we either have to wait for him not to be around or take it!"" What?!?"" You know go get her. What is he going to follow her into the bathroom? He is not going to be around her all the time." Curtis said looking at them. There were 3 of them and only one of him. He was sure they could take him. Elise smiles as the two of them walked inside the mall with him. She saw Paul over on the side with his usual group of goons. She was never all that into his crowd. Every other weekend they were at a party, getting pissed, doing drugs and having one night stands. And when she was at a party, he was always so drunk, to the point where he was falling all over her. It was not really her scene. She didn't say anything as they walked past, instead turning to Gerald and saying "Sure, I'll show you around" she said grinning at him. The mall was of decent size with three levels and a multitude of stores ranging from clothing to electronics. She smiled when they came up to the GameStop. She smiled and said "Can we go in, I need to get my copy of Halo Reach" she said grinning at him. Furthermore, she walked in and walked up to the counter, handing over her cash and getting her copy of the game. Furthermore, she always found that the guy working behind the counter seemed to be always extra nice to her. Furthermore, she probably guesses it was because she was a girl and probably the only whiff of estrogen the guy got working here. Once she had her game safety in hand she walked back out with a smile on her face. He smirked as she offered to show him around. He looked her over. 'Damn if she wasn't my sister.' He thought as he moved with her. He didn't hear the guys talking about her. Furthermore, he wouldn't have been happy had he heard, but he was cool with just hanging out with her. Furthermore, he was with her so he didn't look at other females even the ones eyeing him as if he were on the menu. He looked at her like she had lost her mind, not noticing that they were being followed, by Paul and his goons. She stopped in front of not a store, but....HOME. His own personal Shanghai'la. Well when he wasn't practicing with his abilities at least. "If you weren't my sister, I would be in love with you." He said as he went inside with her looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "What do you know about that?" He teased. Realizing he hadn't played in a while." I was thinking since we are getting to know one another and our parents will be out of town. What they would think if my sister's behind was blistering red from gettin' beat in Halo, when they got back." He teased again. Elise grinned when he Saiph that if she wasn't his sister, he would be in love with her. She smirked. "I seem to get that a lot" she said chuckling. Elise looked at him and said "Oh please, you beat me in Halo, I doubt it, You'll be crying when you're on the receiving end of an energy sword" she said smirking at him. With her game safely in hand, she put it inside her handbag, and she grinned at him and said "I hope you're not planning on beating up a girl" she said smirking. They soon came up to her favorite smoothie bar, and she stopped and said "Do you want anything" she asked as she pulled out her purse again, having already decided on her own order. "What people wanting to be your sister or wanting to be in love with you?" He said with wink. He wasn't lying. Truth be told. If she but said yes, he would even wave the sister part. She was hot, and he could just imagine driving into her while kissing her with a handful of her hair in his hand as he held her close. It didn't matter if she was on top or bottom, it was her that he wanted. 'Whoa!?!' He quickly shook that thought form his mind." Yeah... I believe I can Fly too. You're beating me. I have two days of me cooking that says I can take you in three rounds." he said. He looked at her when she came back with a torte of her own. "I plan on spanking that!" He said when the continued to walk, he then notices the trio with them as they continued to walk still talking. "Sure I would like what every you think is good." He wasn't really up on his smoothies, but was willing to try something new. Paul wasn't that bright apparently as he moved by Elise and rubbed his hand over her behind. "Hey beautiful, how are you doing?" His friends stood on either side of Gerald. He was feeling the electricity from them too late as they stood close almost ready to grab him. He felt the tension of the moment as he looked at Paul as being the leader. Furthermore, he wasn't really focused on what would happen, only that Elise wasn't hurt or didn't get hurt by what he was about to do. Elise chose to ignore his statement about people being in love with her and not reply. She saw his wink, and she just shook her head and chuckled to her self. Truth be told, he was rather attractive, he kind of looked like his father a little, she wondered if she and her mother had the same taste in men or something. Boy she had been way off when she decided to marry her real dad. She smirked at him and said "No cooking for 2 days, your on" she said with a smirk on her face as she ordered her smoothie, as well as one for him. She was in a relatively good mood when he felt a rather alien hand on the back of her rear. Furthermore, she jumped and turned away to see Paul. Furthermore, she frowned at him and said "Get your hands off me, you creep" she said looking at him. She had known Paul had a thing for a while now, but he'd never been so forward, she wondered what had provoked such a change in him. Gerald wondered what was going on, but only for a quick minute. He would have thought something was off with the man, but it was nothing he would have expected. But he noticed the two on the side of him and thought this was interesting his first day in town. He would have to keep this to a minimum, and he would have to make it seem provoked." Get your hands off of her." He said grabbing his hand. Paul took this as his opportunity to teach him a lesson for touching him. Paul had taken some martial arts and thought he knew how to take care of himself, he had learned press points to both impress and intimidate. Which both his last few opponents and girlfriends found out the hard way. He moved quickly and his Gerald who fell with blow to one knee. He stepped back with a smirk....it wasn't far enough. Gerald had gotten the opening he was looking for, he felt the other two move back and away from him. He turned with the blow that came next, he saw it. He practiced it and just as his teacher had taught him, he went down to one knee. The scene was...to say...picture perfect. It was out of a movie for Gerald practiced with a room full of only five, he, his master and three other prize students taken under his teacher's wing. He turned back as he looked, he heard his master's voice. 'Concentrate your focus, you don't want to break you want to disable. Hit the knee, just below the joint it will be fractured, your opponent will bend to protect it not knowing it is too late. When he bends a quick snap to the groin will change his focus, bring the elbow up to the sternum decreasing his air for five seconds, his chin will become exposed. With a two knuckle punch, hit him it will knock him off of his feet leaving him unconscious for ten minutes. Those around him will either be enamored with him and attack you or become in awe and fearful of you. Either way it will be up to them to decide what to do next.' Gerald moved and in under 20 seconds. Paul was laid out on the ground, those that said it were in total awe, wide-eyed and shocked. The two that were with him stopped dead in their tracks as he glared at them, one of them swore they saw his eyes turn white for a second. One stopped to try to help up Paul the other simply ran. Gerald turned to Elise. "I am sorry are you ready?" Wiping the blood from his lips that had already begun to heal on the inside. Elise saw Gerald grab Paul's hand to stop him from doing anything else. She could see Paul’s reaction coming a mile away. She saw the first swing connect with Gerald, and she frowned and yelled "Stop it Paul!" she said when he seemed to going for a second hit. Paul had always been rather violent. What she saw next left her feeling rather blown away. In a matter of second, Paul and his two goons where either running away or on the ground. From behind her, she heard the smoothie maker say "Error, here are your drinks". She turned and took them from him, and she looked back at Gerald and saw the blood on his face and said "Hey are you okay?" she asked him. She looked around for a moment and a crowd had seemed to form. "Come on, let’s go before security gets here" she said dragging him away and back out to the parking lot and to her car. "We can clean you up at home, okay" she said unlocking the doors of her car. She sighed and said "I'm sorry about Paul, he's always been a violent, egotistical moron" she said shaking her head. "I guess he got sick of me ignoring him all the time" she said sighing and pulling out of the parking lot and driving home. "Last thing I want is another jerk boyfriend" she said shaking her head. They soon got back home, and she dumped her purse on the couch, and she looked at him and said "How is your mouth, it’s not too bad is it?" she asked him, using a tissue to wipe up some of the blood on his face. "Yeah I am fine.?" He said he healed quickly, the deeper it was, the faster he healed. One thing that didn't heal was the pain as he still felt it. He moved with her. "Seems like you attract the extra alpha males." he said teasing. He loved her caring nature, if he had a woman she would be just like his sister...hopefully. "I can't say I blame him, but he should understand 'No." Gerald sat back as the blood was really only visible from the outside now. But the time they got back home he was healed and only the dried blood remained that she couldn't see. He rested his hand on her hips as she cleaned him up." I am fine." he said looking up at her. "No really I am fine." He said catching himself from enjoying the view of her bent over and looking down her shirt. But he more than understood Paul's attraction to her as he had the same one. But he wouldn't force himself on her. Elise looked at him, and she smiled a little when he said he was fine. She pulled the missed away from his face and stood up straight and said "Well alright then". She then grinned and said "Well if you up for it, I think I'm ready to beat your ass in Halo" she said smirking, pulling the game box out of her purse and putting the disk inside of her Xbox. She smirked and tossed him a black controller, her self using a pink one with a grin on her face. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, he figured their parents were gone already. "You don't want none 'o this!" He said pulling the cable to the controller. He suddenly re-thought his bet, thinking they should have done strip HALO instead. Furthermore, he cursed himself for thinking of it too late. I guess I should, get you some extra pillows to soothe your behind from this buttwhuppin!" He teased as he was ready actually enjoying having his hands on her hips. Elise smirked, and she pulled away from him and sat down on the couch and started the game up, letting up a private game. She grinned at him and said "You ready for this boy?" she asked smirking at him. Soon the game started and she was already moving her character about. "Don't look at my screen" she said smirking. "I don't have to. I can find you I am just that good." He said teasing, but he had already seen her screen. His mind was used to looking for possibilities, and he was pretty good with spacial geometry in life. He loved playing games too. So he tried his best to play fair, but he was a fast thinker given his abilities. So he moved to a location that she would run by and just hid there to tag her as she ran past. He wasn't going to cheat...as much as he could, he would try to make this fair." If I win I get what?" He asked as he waited for her to come by since it was just the two of them in this world. He knew she was watching his screen since she mentioned it he would have to move once he tagged her once, or she would catch on to his trick. Once he had discovered in the game, a few hidden alcoves that could be used only a few times before the opponent found them. Elise smirked a little when he said he didn't need to look at her screen, but she already knew that he probably had and was probably waiting for her in some corner. She grinned and said "Stop camping you ass" she said as a shot flew past her head. She smirked because he had given himself away and began to pursue him, taking him out easily. Furthermore, she grinned and said "And that's what you get for sitting in one spot" she said grinning. She continued to navigate her way around the map, trying to find him once more. Furthermore, she smiled and said "What do you want to get if you win?" she asked him with a smile on her face. "You are just made, because you didn't know this hiding space was there!" He said as she moved and couldn't believe he missed. He tried to run then back track he would have to jump faster to get away and down. She shot him in the back on the way down. He knew the map he would just have to go after her now and watch how she moved, to catch her. She wanted to play chase, he could do that. He was not sure what to ask for....he knew what he wanted but if he asked he would be either a creep or freak, or she would think he wanted more than just a sister. He did was she really his sister? Their parents were married...NOT HERE....and she was banging! Hell she might hate him either way. But the fact that he would ask alone would give him half a second if she thought about it or considered it and didn't get pissed and just say hell no! He thought she was sexy since he first laid eyes on her. Obviously someone else did too, but he would be fine with a kiss, if she kissed well, he might consider his evil plan to actually consider being with his sister. If she was a lousy kisser...it would definitely stop there!" Hmmm how about a kiss!" He said aloud knowing that the shock alone would stun her for a few seconds since he knew just were she was he would cap her then. His request most definitely did stun her for a few seconds, but she quickly managed to recover and said "Well fine, your on then, but I'm going to raise the stakes a little then" she said with a grin on her face as she managed to go down into armor lock before he heeled her in the face with his gun. "If I win, you have to cook for the whole entire week!" she said grinning at him as she dropped her head and smacked him in the face with her rifle and move on quickly to the spawn point that she thought he would be at. She smirked at him and said "So what's it going to be?" she asked him with a confident grin on her sweet looking face. "A week? You think rather highly of your kisses don't you. Fine a week worth of meals for a kiss...of my choosing." He said as he thought best about not cheating then. He could be her...but even he couldn't burn out her controller. 'All is fair in love and war!' It was a war, he was vying for her heart. "You are so on!" He said as he moved faster, he respawned in a different location than she thought. He moved now quickly to where she was. Furthermore, he was going to have to counter her quickly, she was pretty good, it was already 3 deaths to 1, she was in the lead on killing him. Furthermore, he had to make up ground. Furthermore, he would have to run camp run on her but change locations. And he would have to do it quickly. She could always have her rematch, but this time he would have to take her down. Even he had to admit, she was pretty good and without his abilities she just might have taken him too. But he would save that battle for another day. As he moved to cap her a few times to catch up. Elise smirked when he said that she thought rather highly of her kisses. She grinned and moved about the map. When she got his spawn point wrong she seemed to pout as he capped her from behind. Seemed she was going to have to up her game a little. She quickly navigated to the part of the map where the sniper spawned and heads hotted him from across the map, taking him out in one hit, quickly moving her position again. "Still want that bet?" she asked him, well on her way to the 25 kills she needed to win. He frowned. He thought it was just wrong that she was simply that good, he wondered what she was like with a real weapon in hand. "Yep. I think I can take you. Besides, you couldn't handle more!" As he moved about and opened up with an M-16 on her after she respawned. He moved now quickly thinking he wouldn't be able to camp her he would have to stay on the move, taking her down at the respawn points. He had played for a while and no one had him on edge like this. That and there was a lot at stake with this match. He was moving faster and thinking he would have to stay behind her for a few rounds, or she would take him unless he applied his speed to the controller and really cheat. "Bring it!" Elise smirked, she took a few deaths, just so she could spawn behind him. She then sniped him with her DMR and grinned and said "Running around, using cheap tactics won't work" she said as she took him out a few more times. She then slowed down her game a little, waiting for him, instead of seeking him out, feeling she might be getting a little to confident. Furthermore, she was still upon him by a couple. Furthermore, she was quick with the controls, he wasn't just going to ideally take this though. He just wanted to beat her without his abilities. She was spawn sniping him. Fine he would just have to push the controller a bit harder, not enough to break it but to keep himself moving. He couldn't very well be honest with her about the win...if he did though. If they ended up together....he would tell her tithe truth. That was how he comforted himself, but then he would have a lot of explaining to do! He concentrated and now moved his fingers much faster to get out of the way if she happened to kill him now. His smack talking stopped as he concentrated more on his movements and catching up, he wanted her to give in. They could be at this for hours, with their parents gone already that left only the two of them there. That made him nervous....what if by chance...she didn't want to stop at just a kiss either? He moved just fast enough to catch up and stay one ahead now. She was good enough to be pro he thought and no one would ever suspect a girl like he to be good at this...or this good anyway. Elise began to concentrate more on the game as he slowly began to catch up with her. She bit down on her lower lip, something she often did when she really got into a game. Soon the game began to wind down and it was coming down to the wire. They were only a few kills apart. He was being more and more shifty as the game came closer to finish. She was actually wondering if she could win. She fired a shot, just shy of his head and she cursed frowning, going for him again. Furthermore, she didn't know if she wanted a kiss or not, right now she was more interested in the game, that could all wait till later. He wished he was better he would just hide somewhere and shank her for the coup de grain. But he used up all of his good hiding places to get this far. He was now more focused on taking his hot little' sister down. He wanted to win on only one level, but on another he would have to give her a rematch and soon before long they would be at each other's throats over a game. 'Damn life was good.' He could only think of having hit the lottery if he were to find a woman like this for his own. He was strafing and running now to avoid her. When she shot and missed he let go all out to plug her and increase his lead by one as the countdown began he knew he would only beat her by one, two at best, but by no means would it be a slaughter. He would have to make her dinner anyway to clear his conscious a little' bit anyway. Elise frowned when the countdown hit zero, and she was 1 kill away from winning. "Ahhh Dame it" she said with a sigh. She had to admit that it had been a pretty close match though. She leaned back into her seat and said "Alright, you win" she said looking at him and putting her controller down on the coffee table. Furthermore, she looked at him said "Bloody camper" she said poking her tongue out at him. "WWW we are sorry, thanks for playing with us. We have some lovely parting gifts for you. See Anna on the way out." He said teasing after she stuck out her tongue. He had to put out all the stops short of just out right burning up the controller. She was good. "You are pretty good though...for a girl." He said teasing as he got up to go in the kitchen, he was hungry a bit now and the smoothies had almost melted. "Don't get mad at me because I know how to hide." He said with a wink. "You want something from the kitchen?" Elise frowned at him as he gave her some smack talk at the end of the game. "Don't give me the for a girl bull crap" she said poking him in the side with her well aimed finger, going right in between his ribs. She looked at him as he got up and SIAD "yeah, you can make me a sandwich oh sorry, 'seismic'" she said with a grin on her face. He smirked as she didn't seem to realize he was talkin' smack after the game was over not during. She really was good. "You are good for a girl." He said knowing that was a soft spot for her now. "Own." He said as she winced, not that it hurt so much as it was well-placed. "Oh you want a seismic Hugh?" He said looking at the grin on her face and in truth he really could see himself being with her. His only problem was keeping it from their parents...which would only be a problem...when they were in town. She was more than nice to look at and fun to be with, but could she even go for a guy like him. He shrugged it off and thought of only if she did it was nothing he could really do but be a friend to her and hope she fell in love with him strong enough to deal with his....'other' issue. Elise grinned at him and said "Yes I want a seismic, and I want lettuce, tomato, cucumber, a dash of onion, shredded chicken, cheddar cheese and mayo, no butter, salt and pepper". She then turned and looked back at him and said "You got all that?" she asked him as she picked up the controller and began to go into online matchmaking, going into a team slayer gamer and starting the match with a confident grin on her face. "Yes ma'm I think I got it." He said with a wink as he walked to the kitchen it was up a flight of stairs once there he begins to make a sandwich and some quesadillas for himself. He moved quickly, but he made sure to keep an eye on her as he moved about making sure she didn't see him race about the kitchen. Furthermore, he felt for cameras first as he moved making sure there weren't any there. Furthermore, he made the sandwich to her order. "Do you like sweet tea?" He yelled. "Or I could make some ghetto water?" He said knowing he was teasing her on purpose as he looked for some Kool-Aid and was pleasantly surprised. He shook his head thinking, that it must have been his father's doing. There were several flavors that meant the packets were recently purchased. She smiled and said "I want see tea" she called back up to him with a grin on her face. Whilst she waited for him to make her sandwich she played a few games of halo online, proceeding to top the scoreboard each time. She grinned, a smile on her face. She soon returned with her food and she smiled and took it from him and grinned and said "Thank shun" with a smirk as she bit into her sandwich. He finished his food and returned with both plates and drinks. He was surprised as he looked at the scoreboards, he was impressed. "Anything else Dear?" He teased trying not to think that he was suddenly made to the woman. But now it was given and take, but he ate as he watched her. He knew he needed to eat because of his metabolism. He would have to relearn the city if he was going to practice for his other job. Furthermore, he had gotten into doing a little crime fighting work on the side, but nothing major. Furthermore, he was just testing out his abilities which seemed to work out fine. Furthermore, he would have to practice some more before he fully pushed that envelope. "So how long you been playing?" He asked still impressed that she was so good. He had only seen one group of females at the gaming convention last year that had nearly taken the gold. But not one in the flesh, in his own house that could give him a run for his money. Elise smiled and said "No, thanks babe" she said grinning at him. She bit into her sandwich again before she picked up the controller and continued to play. She smiled at his question and said "I've had some kind of games console since I was about 8 years old" she said with a smile on her face. "Old school Nintendo is still the shit" she said with a smile on her face, pausing to take a drink. He stuck his tongue out at her. He was glad she was enjoying the sandwich he was trying to think of how to get all of his monitoring gear in without freaking out his little' sister. Furthermore, he looked at her. 'Where have you been all of my life.' He thought. "I think I am in love! What the heck do you mean ol' Nintendo. What do you know about that?" He said thinking she was well before his time. As he dipped some of his sandwich in salsa and sour cream. Elise looked at him and said "I know pliantly. Come on, "Golden eye" and "Ocarina" have to be the best games ever, "not to mention Mario 64" she said with a grin on her face. "And we cannot forget about all the good' of SNES" she said smiling. "Hamm ok. I guess I will have to keep you for a while now." He teased as he finished his food thinking he needed to unpack. He still had his own systems to play with, plus his laptop and desktop computers to play with. Furthermore, he would have to work on getting distracted from having this beautiful vixen so close to him and not be able to touch her. Furthermore, he thought of playing a different kind of game with her, only he wouldn't be playing so much. Furthermore, he should his head at the thought of having a live-in lover that like to do the things that he liked to do. It was more like a miracle. So what else do you want to get beat in? Or do you want to watch a movie?" He teased. Elise looked at him, finishing off her own sandwich, and she scoffed when he asked her what else she wanted to get beat in. She looked at him and said "You play any street fighter?" she asked with a confident smirk. She knew she would beat him in this competition, she was absolutely sure of it, getting up to put the disk in, even if he hand't played that was too bad for him. "Nope... I am more of Mortal Kombat fan. But I will give you the chance to redeem yourself." He said pretty sure she would take him in this game if they left his powers out of it. But he was a quick learner, he would at least give her a challenge that was for sure. But it was really just crazy to be playing with her and enjoying it so much. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to handle being around her and having this much fun he might be tempted to stay with her. He would give his father a chance for her sake and to spend more time with her that was for sure. "Come on bring it!" He said. Elise looked at him and smirked when he revealed he was a more Mortal Combat fan. She smirked and put in the disk into her Xbox and sat back and said "I hope you're ready to get your ass beat this time" she said as she navigated through the game menu's and set up the match, choosing Chen Li for her character she did with a grin. He knew the game he wasn't the best at it, but he was adept enough to know to give her a good challenge as he picked Ken. "Come beautiful time to go to school." Even when he lost he talked a good game. "Think you are up for some more?" He teased as he looked at the detail of the big screen they played on, he winked at her thinking this was going to be an enjoyable weekend. Elise smirked and said "Alright fine, let's go again" she said sticking with the same character with a grin on her face. He licked his lips as he looked at her, briefly imagining that she was Chain Li and if he beat her he would get more than a win under his belt looking at her spin and her legs parted thinking of having them wrapped around his dark torso as he bent over her. He shock his head as Ken went down for the count. Furthermore, he would win the next round to keep it close, but this wasn't his game he would have to pull out a copy of MK to beat her on her own system. Elise smiled as she won the first job with a smile on her face. She leaned back into the couch again and said "I think your letting me win, either that or your fingers are dislocated" she said with a grin on her face. Letting you win? Please girl you don't want none of this. Besides, I told you. I know how to play, but we need to change games if you want me to just dominate you!" He taunted with an evil grin. He wanted her as a much as he was having fun with her more than anything he never expected to find a woman that was as much fun to look at, as she was to be around. Whoever her boyfriend was...he was a real clod. He began moving a bit faster as he went through several moves to get her down on hit points he would have to do better to beat her in this game. Elise looked at him and said "nawwwww, can't you handle it?" she asked him with a grin on her face. She quickly countered his moved and had him down to less health than he had pushed her back down to. She grinned and began to set herself up for a power combo He knew what was coming, it was hard to not see it. He had seen a couple of times from the sidelines and now as it came. He looked but that wasn't enough to stop most of the damage from whittling him down to do. Furthermore, he wasn't shocked when she beat him, it would give her a chance to catch up. Furthermore, he was sure she would beat him in something. Furthermore, he knew he couldn't play everything well, but that, that he could take her he might just have to practice for her now. Which was pretty cool in itself. "One day you will have some real skill." He taunted. "You can't talk much since you just got your ass beat twice in a row, maybe you should trade in your controller for a Sudoku puzzle?" she taunted right back with a confident smirk on her face. She grinned and said "Anyway, I've had enough of Xbox" she said turning it off. "You haven't been able to keep me entertained with you lack of skill" she said getting up to put the controller back where it belonged. "Wrong game. I don't remember much lip from Halo...you were quiet as a church mouse then. Maybe my skill isn't in Street Fighter and how would you like me to keep you entertained?" He said looking at her behind, trying to shake off the fact that they were alone in this house, and she was damned beautiful. "So what do you have in mind?" Before I toss you on the floor and lick you from stem to stern.' He thought wickedly of hearing her scream and moan his name. Elise looked back at him and sat back down on her couch and she looked at him when he asked her how he could keep her entertained. All she did was flash him a smile and said "You can figure it out" she said looking at him and grinning from ear to ear. He looked at her thinking she wasn't going there, not his sweet dear sister. He was verging on scared, he wasn't about to not go there, but as she looked at him, he wondered. She hadn't turned on the TV, she hadn't put in a movie. She was all that he wanted but where were her thoughts and mind, and she had promised him a kiss. He shook his head thinking she was really pushing her limits for his control. He leaned over towards her. "You did promise me a kiss after all." He didn't let her react, he just kissed her, slow, deep and hard. It had been one he had been saving for a woman like her, not expecting she would be the receiver of, his fingers went through her hair as he pulled her closer to him, almost on top of him, his large paw gripped her behind as he held her close. She would be willing to go further or call mom and dad home so they could shoot him. But if she was interested in his form of entertainment, she would be shocked to know he could be....very entertaining. Elise looked at him as he leaned in and spoke about the kiss. She was about to react, pull away or something, but he was far too quick for her. A look of shock came over her face as he did so. She soon found herself enjoying it. She felt his hand move into her hair, and he pulled her close. Furthermore, she closed her eyes and she felt his second hand slide down her back to grab her ass. Furthermore, she blushed lightly, and she kissed him back gently, seeming to smile into the kiss. Furthermore, she then pulled away for a moment, her lips just a breath away from his as she whispered "I said kiss, not grabbing ass" she said looking at him with a grin. He was surprised when the punch, nor the slap came. He continued to kiss her since she wasn’t stopping him, he is like the scent and flavor of her, and she didn’t fight nor resisted maybe she was into him as he was to her. Furthermore, he just loved the feel of her ripe behind in his hand. Furthermore, he knew full well why her ex wanted her so badly. As she pulled away he could see the blush. “But you didn’t say I couldn’t either. It wouldn’t be such a problem if it didn’t fill my hand so nicely.” He admitted to enjoying feeling on her, but he wasn’t going to press her. Whatever she was willing to do he would…that and more. “Ok so what am I allowed to kiss?” He said licking his lips as he looked up at her since she hadn’t moved from off top of him apparently, he loved the way her garnet mane just covered her face lightly, making her look rather sexy or seductive even though he was wanting her. Elise looked at him and smiled when he replied to her comment about ass grabbing. She looked at him when he asked her what he was allowed to kiss, and she looked at him and said "Well, what do you want to kiss?" she asked him with a grin on her face. She seemed to have settled her self nicely on top of him, and it didn't look like she was about to move to get off of him either. He looked up at her thinking this was a rather strange and interesting turn of events. He continued to rest his hands on her rear as she was on top of him. Furthermore, he was thinking…dreaming of her being mounted upon him for a while, but he knew he would have to be careful not to hurt her if she indulged him within that.“I want to kiss you…all over!” He said not hesitating nor backing down, the ball was in her court, and he wasn’t going to give in or let go. Maybe this was a challenge? To see if he was interested in her besides her body. He was, but he knew that he couldn’t do worse with a life in lover. He had only to deal with their parents and suffer with the thought of being without her when they were home. Or sneak off somewhere maybe, but right now this was all about her. He caressed her cheek as his own eyes gazed at her fighting back the want and desire that seemed to smolder within them. Elise looked at him and grinned at his reply. She then promptly got off his lap and began to walk out of the living room saying "You're going to have to earn that" she said grinning and walking up the staircase to her room and closing the door behind her. She had him around her little finger now. She smirked and leaned up against her door and listened to see if he would follow her. Furthermore, she doubted that he would so she sat down on her desk chair and turned on her laptop, logging into her own Facebook. Furthermore, she smiled to her self as she began to scroll down, reading her friends' status updates. “You are going to have to tell me how? But don’t think I won’t try!” He said as he watched her walk away. He would have followed her, but he hadn’t been invited. “I will be down the hall if you need ANYTHING!” He said teasing as he went to his room and locked the door. Normally he would have left it unlocked but the last thing he needed was for his new…’sister’ to catch him redecorating his room at Mach 1. So he put everything up, hung up his clothes. Jacked into the network, uploaded his router, plugged in his PS3, Laptop, desktop and iPhone. He needed to have everything set up to his new location as he pulled down the maps of the area so he could learn them tonight. He would go for a run in the morning. Part of him wondered what it would be like to have a girlfriend again. He wasn’t sure it was wise, considering what he did on the side. He wasn’t sure if she would ask too many questions when he wasn’t home. Elise smiled as he called from behind her as she walked away from him. She grinned to herself and spent most of the day on her computer before she walked back downstairs to get a start on dinner, deciding to make some pasta, with her own sauce. She grinned and put a pot of water on the stove and waited for it to boil. Gerald had run around the city, spotting, looking out. It would take him a bit of time, to know his way around fully, he would keep to the rooftops. He would stay up there to give him a better view. He would have to be careful which way he went home. Last thing he needed was for anyone to find his base of operations was his parents home. He was done by noon, he had meant to make Elise breakfast, but she wasn’t up when he left. Or at least didn’t appear to be, he didn’t open the door to check. He left his own open now that everything was set up. He went back home and showered, his mind was thinking about her, and it showed, she was definitely a great kisser. But he stopped that thought as his now much hardened body stood erect, his mind wondering on feeling her lips then her body wrapped around him, but he got out as his hand briefly glanced over his tip and down his shaft. He dried himself and went to his room and dressed. He noticed her going downstairs later and found her in the kitchen where he moved behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. Since she said he could. His red short sleeve shirt revealed his arms, his dark jeans made sure she wouldn’t notice his hunger for her too easily.“You sleep well?” He said kissing her ear. Elise felt him come up from behind and wrap his arms around her. She smiled when he kissed her neck and pulled her close. She nodded and said "Yes, I did" she said using a ladle to pour some of the pancake batter into the pan and waited for it to cook. Furthermore, she turned around and looked at him and said "You were up early" she said looking at him. Furthermore, she hadn't got dressed, still in her bed clothes from the previous night. Furthermore, she was dressed in a red tank top and some black shorts. Gerald caressed her cheek as he looked down at her. “Had a few runs I had to make. Why did you miss me?” He asked his lips grazing hers, the tank top did her no justice but gave him more than an eye full of her and the shorts outlined her succulent body so nicely, he kept his hands on her waist as he held her there. They were playing but hadn’t committed to each other yet, or he would have skipped breakfast for the moment and put her on the table and devoured her. He thought of all the things he could do to her and all the ways to pleasure her and smirked at the thoughts that ran through his mind of the two of them together. He had to be careful if they did get together at some point he would get caught. Whether it was his running or the fact that he was.always ready for her, she wasn’t dumb something would come up, but he was sure he could keep her mentally occupied until then. Elise looked up at him, and she smiled as he moved in for a gentle kiss, and she felt his hands down on her waist and she looked at him and replied "No, I was just wondering what crazy person could wake up so early in their holidays" she said smiling. She then turned back around to look back at the pancake cooking and flipped it over so that it could begin to cook on the other side. "I needed to get the lay of the land. Besides, we aren't at the stage when I can come and wake you up, so I had to do something with all of my....pent-up energy." He teased stealing a quick kiss as she turned around. He leaned down pulling his groin away from her ripe behind as he leaned down to nibble on her earlobe and kissed her neck. She felt good in his arms, which surprised even him. He wasn't used to having a lover anymore, despite how much he longed for one...even more as he wished that it was her. Elise smiled when he spoke about having to speed all of his energy. She smiled when he kissed her and leaned down to nibble on her earlobe and kiss her neck. She made a whiny kind of sound trying to pull away from him. "I'm trying to cook" she said moving her shoulder up to push him out of her way. She smiled as she put the freshly cooked pancake onto a plate. "So am I, but I want a different meal...one that doesn't go on the stove." He teased not letting her get away. He pulled her into him letting her feel him as he kissed her neck again. His hand moving beneath her shirt, his thumb teasing over the underside of her breast. His other hand caressing her hip as she was fully against him now. They could always eat later, but pleasuring her was foremost in his mind. He enjoyed her giggle and even when she was trying to pull away, her smile told him she enjoyed him. Elise felt him pull her closer to him and his hand moving up her top, lightly touching her breasts. She felt his lips on her neck and she could feel his erection pressing up against her back. She blushed lightly and said" Don't you want real food?" she asked him, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, still giggling. He was surprised when she didn't stop him. He was enjoying very much that his sister was desired him. That above all things turned him on so much more. He moved closer to her as he turned off the stove and pulled her close to him as his hand moved fully over her breast, his fingers squeezing her nipple between them. His tongue grazed over her earlobe and down her neck. He wanted to have her, but he definitely didn't want to hurt her, but that made him nervous on the fact that if he did, she would feel pain from the size of him as it was much taller than her, and he was sure he was going to have her fully impaled upon him when he did." I can eat....food later. But pleasing....my lover is more of a priority." He said as he turned her head to kiss him, he ached, longed to feel her lips against his. He kissed her hard and hungry. Furthermore, he left no doubt to her want of her. Furthermore, he just didn't want her think he didn't want her passed this moment....he wanted her for a while and was more than willing to keep her, but that choice wasn't his. Elise blushed as he pushed his hand further up her shirt and grip her breast, and playing with her nipple in between his fingers. She felt his tongue moving over her ear and down her neck. She felt him turn her head and press his lips against hers. Furthermore, she groaned into the kiss, and she turned to face him, her lips not parting his. Furthermore, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his mouth, pressing it up against his own. Furthermore, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled away, sucking on his lower lip as she did. He enjoyed the feel of her round orb in his hand, her nipple tightening under his touch the thought alone made his mouth water with the aching to flick over the taut mammary tissue and suck her full orb into his mouth. But that thought left quickly as she now turned around and kissed him. His hand moved almost by instinct to her rear gripping it from the inside of her short, as he pulled her again his hard body, his want for her clearly apparent as their tongues now dialed and his lips parted for hers till she stopped and pulled on his lower lip. She was still wrapped around his neck as he moved her to the table, he was glad their parents were gone. Deep down he wondered had they ever made love on the table or would this be the first time it would be getting broken in. He didn't need a knife or fork...maybe spoon because she was really about to feed him. He wouldn't come up till she released for him, he could already imagine working her sweet pearl dangling over his tongue as he stood next to the table with her. Elise could feel him moving them over to the kitchen table and soon her butt was pressed against the edge of it. She looked up at him and seemed to grin before she moved in for another kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth once again and pressing her body up against his. Her hand slowly began to trail down his chest, and it stopped at his belt, her fingers almost teasing him by doing nothing more but sit there for the moment. He had her against the table as she kissed him again, she was hesitating he could feel it. What it was he had no idea, sometimes he wished his ability was telepath instead. Sometimes not. But as she kissed him again he smirked as he moved his hand up to her chest feeling over her full mound as she was kissing him now and pressing her lovely form against his, he didn’t mind if she didn’t go further, he was more interested in pleasuring her so she would later…again and again. Her lips parted and so did his own, his tongue not dealing with hers as he tasted her sweet lips, his other hand gripped her rear sliding her shorts off. He was more than intent on making her breakfast. He continued to kiss her feeling her soft petals against his own as he kissed her with complete desire letting all of his want for her pour into the kiss. Elise groaned into the kiss, and she could feel his hand on her breast, as well as one sliding behind her rear and pushing down her shorts to reveal her silky panties. She pulled away for a moment and looked at him and began to undo the buckle of his belt slowly, opening it and sliding it off his pants. She grinned at him and said "Don't get cold feet on me now" she said and moved back up to kiss him again. He smirked at her words his hand moved to take off her top and bra. Before lifting her up on to the table dropping her panties. She really was a redhead, from the top of her head to her most intimate places. He stopped because he was admiring her and how beautiful she was not that he had cold feet.“Don’t worry.” He said as she had worked off his pants, the slid to the floor leaving him in his boxers which even now did nothing to hide his desire of her. Furthermore, he kissed over her neck licking across her clavicle as he continued to massage her breast, as he slowly laid her down, he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Furthermore, he was licking all around her areola before he popped her full breast into his mouth sucking on her sweet full orb, working it with his tongue that seemed to be washing it as he moved around the hard tip that now filled his oral cavity. Furthermore, he pulled back only to lick across her valley and fill his mouth with the other, licking and suckling on her the tip with the same diligence. Furthermore, he loved her body, but right this moment he wanted something more, something only she could give as he licked and kissed over her abs, stroking her navel as he continued his decent, the closer he came to her vulva that sweeter she smelled. Furthermore, he parted her legs, sitting now in the chair his rock hard shaft completely visible now having parted his boxers, and now he wanted to taste her before she felt him or mounted him. Furthermore, he looked as her sweet pink opening his, his large finger massaging her mound before he licked over her outer lips, kissing before sliding is tongue over her clit, she was going to feed him alright, but it was her sweet release that he was hungry for. Elise felt him lift her shirt up and remove her bra. He then promptly lifted her up onto the table and pulled down her panties, and he began to kiss down her neck, slowly moving down her body, whilst laying her back down onto the table. She looked up at him with a smile on her face, and he began to tail his kisses and tongue down her body, till he finally reached her womanhood. She looked down at him as he used only his finger to tease her, and she bit down on her lower lip. He then moved in and began to lick the outer lips of her pussy and she gets out a gasp and groaned as he slid his tongue along her tongue. He hadn't even begun, and she was getting wet for him. Gerald tasted of her wetness, her sweet body calling for him apparently, and he wanted to answer her call, but he didn't want to hurt her while doing so. He wanted her eager and ready for him. His moved over her outer lips licking as he moved even deeper with his tongue, he wondered how she would feel with his tongue vibrating inside of her. He would save that for later. His lips wrapped around her womanhood and suckled gently at first, with the same hunger that he had had for her nipples earlier then he increased his tempo. He was sucking harder as his finger pushed slowly inside of her working his digit within her folds as she was being pulled against him. She felt so good and tasted so sweet right now. Her groans went unheeded, he heard her gasp, but that really wasn't enough. She would yield to him and give him what he wanted. For her to be his...broken for his touch, his every whim. He wanted her to know and feel how much he wanted to pleasure her. There was no thought of their parents now, not even that this girl was his little sister, not that they grew up together but that they were family. That didn't matter only thing that matter was how much he would have her and how often this weekend as they may have to act like they couldn't stand each other just so their parents wouldn't catch on. But right now....she was all his. Elise moaned softly as he began to slide his tongue deeper inside of her. She felt him suckling on her clit and she bit down on her lower lip. She looked down at him, and slowly he removed his tongue and replaced it with his finger. Furthermore, she moaned again and closed her eyes. If he hadn't already worked out, it had been awhile since she'd had any sex at all. Her inner walls squeezed around his finger, giving him a feel of what was to come. She looked up at him and a bit down on her lower lip, a blush having formed across her cheeks. "You sure know how to get a girl worked up" He was enjoying her moans, revealing in the sounds she was making. He couldn't see her till she looked up, the fact that she spoke told him he needed to work harder. He didn't want to push, but he wanted to make her feel hip his tickled her clit with his tongue a bit of his power to make it vibrated against her sensitive bud as his finger continued to work inside of her. Furthermore, he shivered a bit as he felt her squeeze around his finger, wishing it had been his thick buried inside of her. But they would get to that, right now he just wanted to make sure he would be able to fit within her tight confines. He could already imagine the two of them attacking each other whenever their parents went out of town. He wondered mostly whom would attack whom first. To him right now it really didn't matter, but truth be told they had all weekend to indulge their passions and learn all others likes and dislikes so when the time came that would not only be ready for one another, but eager to please." I am just getting started baby!" He said looking up, his strong arms lifting her up to his mouth like she was a bowl of soup that he was feasting off of, and he suckled more upon her tender pink pearl. His hand massaging her firm ripe behind, his other hand reaching up to fondle her breast and roll her peak to a nice and firm tip, that he would be sucking on soon enough. He smirked at how she blushed, it wouldn't be the first nor the last time she would do such today he was sure. He did feel sorry for her ex....he could have had all of this perfection had he just waited. Elise groaned as he lifted her up and moved her even closer to his mouth, his lips locking around her clit and suckling down on it. She felt his hand move up to her breast and her ass. She felt his hand rolling her breast, making her nipples became as hard as rocks. Furthermore, she bit down on her lower lip and groaned softly. Furthermore, she could feel her self getting wetter and wetter by the second. He was driving her mad. She looked down at him and blushed again, unable to believe he could have such an effect on her. Gerald was down right attacking her, this hot little vixen was going to become his plaything. He was going to pleasure her often, as much as they both wanted. Right now he needed her wet, so he worked her deeper. His mouth watering with her sweet nectar, his tongue moved slowly vibrating from her clit to inside of her vulva piercing her lips deeply. He continued to massage her mounds, feeling them and the rock hard tips that now covered them. He gripped her rear hard to make sure she couldn't get away and shoved his tongue inside of her very deeply working his wet muscle into her as if he were searching for something. Furthermore, he was her pleasure spot the one that would make her release, having her begging him to claim her, to feel his hard thick that was now threatening to come through his pants. Furthermore, he didn't look up at her this time, but he could hear her groaning, and he knew that he had but to continue to get his reward.

New Home, New Brother ( me and cclayjr)|rating:3.0

The Hunted (closed)

Corwin sniffed the air again. His lip curled up in distaste. The Humans and their cities always smelled dirty. He longed for the scent of the forests he called home. But a deeper need called him - the need to mate. As much as he disdained the puny Humans, the Worsen could not entirely survive without them. As strong as they were, they still needed Human females to breed. The tribes did not care to openly speak of it. To acknowledge imperfection was to acknowledge weakness. But the truth was that for all their physical prowess, the Worsen reproduction rate was abysmally low. Without Human females, the Worsen were but a handful of generations from irrelevance. Nor would just any female would suffice. Only a small percentage could reliably count on to successfully breed. The Wolves called these Omegas - a counterpart to the Alpha males that were allowed to breed. That was the only reason Corwin had ventured this far into the Human city. Individually they were no match for his strength and speed, but Humans often gathered in the hundreds or thousands in their cities. Alone on their turf, he could be at great risk if his presence was discovered. But somewhere in here was a young Omega. He'd caught the faint whiff of her two days ago. Her scent suggested a firm, luscious breeder - a prize worth the risk of the city. He'd been slowly tracking the scent back to the source ever since. She wasn't far now. The scent trail was fresh; she'd passed this way little more than an hour ago. He grinned savagely. He'd soon have his target in sight. Selene was going about her normal day, running a few errands before walking to class, only a few blocks away from her apartment. She generally loved the walk, especially this time of year when everything seemed to be blooming. The sky seemed bluer than before and the air smelt like rain. She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear as she took a seat at her first lecture for the day, making notes as she went. Her handwriting became increasingly messy the faster the lecturer spoke, but hey, it kept her awake and made her pay attention. Five hours later she emerged from her third lecture, feeling more than a little frazzled and needing some coffee, desperately. Selene had always been a very intense person. She knew what she wanted and how she wanted it, which proved to be more than a tad daunting to most suitors. It made her feel as if there was something wrong with her. No man was ever good enough. She always found faults, or they landed up getting burnt by the inevitable flame that was Selene. She fought fiercely, she loved fiercely and did nothing in half measures. The last few days Selene has had a nagging sense of foreboding though, which kept creeping up on her. It felt as if someone was following her, which often made her stop and look over her shoulder, half expecting to find some monster jumping out at her from the shadows. It reminded her of the times she did that as a child in a dark corridor. Selene kept telling herself that it’s simply her imagination running away with her, that there’s nothing to fear, and yet… She was nursing the latte she had just bought at Starbucks as she contemplated the eerie feeling. Her thoughts turned to her studies as sky-blue eyes stared down at the walkway. Every turn took her further away from the hustle and bustle of the busy streets as she reached the tranquil neighborhood she lived in, a rare gem in the concrete jungle. The park she walked through was lush and green, and she took her time, enjoying the slight breeze that was toying with her raven hair. Selene had a fair complexion, was average in height, but that was just about the only thing that was average about her. She had a unique dress sense and actively avoided conformity. Add onto that a wicked sense of humor, and you had quite an individual to deal with. The park was quiet today, not a single person in sight, which was a rare gem. Selene soaked it up and just about then that nagging feeling started gnawing at the edges of her mind again… Corwin crouched in the tree, watching the Omega. Like most prey, she never looked up. Even if she had, he'd be hard to spot amidst the leaves and branches. One did not become an Alpha male without learning patience and caution. He licked his lips and swallowed repeatedly. The mere whiff of her scent his salivary glands into overdrive. His lust throbbed along his thigh. Oh, how he wanted her. Today was the second day since he'd found her. He'd transformed into his human guise half a week prior as he entered the city. Even his wolf form was likely to be noticed on the streets, and he did not wish to delay his search by only hunting at night. He'd stolen some clothes and slipped into the unfamiliar human form. Tracking her had still taken time, even hunting during the day. Feigning to be human took effort. But steadily her scent trail strengthened as he tracked it through the outskirts to the area she called home. He'd very nearly lost control when he first spotted her. The luscious body he'd smelled was a marvelous collection of curves. Her prominent bosom narrowed to a slender waist before flaring to delicious hips. His desire for her was immediate and intense. The massive surge of blood to his groin nearly split his pants. He felt his ears lengthen and canines grow as the Change began unbidden. His urge to rush her and take her then and there was immensely powerful. Fortunately he'd contained his reaction. Even with the lessened human population in the days since the Calamity, the streets were not deserted. A report of a worsen within the city would no doubt prompt a swift response by the local militia. Corwin could not risk that - not so deep inside their territory. He'd been stalking her ever since. He had a good sense of her patterns thus far - where she went during the day, where she ate, where she slept. Furthermore, he liked the latter. The building was mostly empty - the virus that had claimed nearly a quarter of humanity had made real estate cheap - and had thick walls. If he took her inside, the noise would likely go unnoticed. He'd need to act soon. He could scent the impending onset of her cycle. She would be fertile in another day - two at the outset. He'd need to take her during that window. Till then, he'd lurk out of sight. Patience and caution. Selene increased her pace, as she headed home, trying to shake the creepy feeling. Her apartment block was considerably quieter than it was before … before the Calamity. It was a dreadful time, where people were dropping like flies. It took the CDC a few months before they found an antidote to the disease, but the damage was done. A yellow barrier tape covered the door to the apartment next to Selene’s. Her best friend Angela had lived there, one of the first people that succumbed to the disease. There were many doors like it in the block of apartments. Homes that were vibrant with life, now stood empty and forlorn. The effect on society was quite profound. People are a great deal less forthcoming than they were before, avoiding contact as far as possible and keeping to themselves. Thankfully they did not have to wear the masks anymore. It offered a thin veil of protection, but when you were terrified it was the only thing that helped. Selene had fled the city as many others did, to get away from the crowded population, to stand a better chance at survival. As she pushed her front door open, she stood for a moment staring at the contents. Selene used to feel safe within these walls, but that had changed. Her views on life have shifted quite dramatically. The blooming park she had walked through is a stark reminder of how beautiful life is … how fragile it is too. Selene pushed the door closed behind her and bolted it shut, leaning her forehead against it in a moment of silent thought for Angela and so many others that lost the battle during the Calamity. Fate had a strange way of forcing you down onto your knees when you least expect it, but Selene was a fighter who did not subjugate herself to adversary that easily. Corwin watched the door. He didn't need a clock to know it'd been hours. The time didn't frustrate him. Hunting required patience. The fur at the back of his neck hunched up. Being inside limited his movement and put him a half step closer to being trapped. His feral instincts preferred the freedom of the outside. Still, he knew his risk was comparatively low. He'd sniffed out the entire building and discovered it was perhaps half occupied. He'd also found the humans vastly preferred using the elevators. Their aversion to the stairs let him hide near the landing undisturbed; having an escape route at his back calmed his instincts somewhat. The male three doors down had risen at dawn and trundled off. The belt at his waist was thick leather and weighted with various metal tools. An hour later, the female with the two young lings opened her door and departed. Based on his observation, the only one human left on this floor was his target. That made this the best time of day to take her. Fifteen minutes later, the doorknob turned. His muscles bunched in preparation. The door parted. If she behaved as before, she'd have her hands full of a bag, a ring of keys, and a container of hot, bitter liquid. She would shuffle these from hand to hand until she closed the door and locked it. Now. The shift between forms was never pleasant, but he resisted the urge to give voice to the pain. He ignored the ache as muscles stretched and bones thickened. The prey was all that mattered. He set out down the hall still on all fours. Though not as fast as in his wolf form, he could still outrun any human in his true form. He swept down the hall at rapidly increasing pace. Perhaps she heard the muted thud of his bulk on the hallway carpet or caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned in the doorway and faced him. Shock and fear filled her eyes before flooding into the rest of her face. Had she immediately turned to flee into her apartment, she might have succeeded. But she backpedaled into the door frame and froze. As her mouth opened in what was sure to be a scream, Corwin reached her. His swift momentum readily bowled her over. He clamped his massive hand across her face to smother her voice and launched her back into the apartment. Corwin's weight bore her to the floor, pinning her beneath his muscular bulk. A kick of his leg set the door slamming shut. He leaned over her, bringing his thick muzzle with its large, white, sharp teeth directly in her Eveline. "Scream and I will kill you." His voice was guttural and harsh in this form, but still comprehensible. He slid his hand down to her neck, pressing her gently towards the floor. "Do as I say and you will live. Tell me you understand." Selene’s dreams were plagued by nameless and faceless monsters that were chasing her down corridors. She woke on several occasions gasping for air, flicking on the side lamp to put her frazzled mind at ease that there was nothing hiding in the corners of her room. The sense of foreboding that has been gnawing at her seemed to be intensifying. By the time the sun kissed her pillows good morning, Selene was weary eyed and in desperate need of a long, warm shower. She let the liquid warmth seep into her soul before she hastily dressed herself and gathered the few things she would need for the day. Opening the door, Selene stood for a moment, fumbling to find the right key to lock. What an odd sound, the thought occurred to her. It sounded like a horse, but she was in an apartment block … which made that thought impossible. Selene’s eyes flitted up and froze in perplexed disbelief. The thing that was bounding down the hallway was not what she was expecting … ever. For a moment Selene thought she was still having the horrible recurring nightmare, but this was very real, and it far outweighed the deepest fears her mind could ever conjure. Horror registered on her features as she realized the bounding monster was coming straight at her. Selene turned to face it, the few things she had in her hands dropping to the floor – forgotten – as she braced herself against the inevitable impact. The scream that was hovering on her lips was muzzled as she tumbled to the floor, a massive paw silencing her just before the entire bulk of the monster covered in fur, pinned her to the floor. Selene’s eyes were impossibly wide as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Her mind was not quite registering, what her eyes were seeing. What the hell is it? She could hear her mind screaming. So many questions were tumbling through her mind, while the rest of her remained numb … in a state of shock. Dark menacing eyes were staring down at her, her entire view was filled with its hulking form. Teeth that glinted in the morning light were bared, and then it spoke:"Scream and I will kill you." An awful, animalistic sound that grated her senses. She was still trying to comprehend what the fuck it was, the fact that it spoke threw her completely." Do as I say and you will live. Tell me you understand,” the thinly veiled threat came from him as his paw slid down to Selene’s throat, applying just enough pressure to make her frantic breaths rasp past Selene’s lips. What could it possibly want with her? Other than perhaps eating her for breakfast? The thought seemed comical for a split second, before the horror of it sank in. She didn’t really have a choice, did she? Did she even want to know what he wanted with her? Probably not. Could she get away from him? Selene doubted that sincerely. Was there anyone that could help her? Nose remained absolutely silent as she nodded her understanding to him, not trusting her voice. Corwin took her nod as true and eased his grip on her throat. The building had a solid structure, so the chances of her screams being heard outside the apartment were slim to begin with. Still, better if she just stayed quiet. The female wore denim jeans today. Not for long, though. Corwin dug his claws into the fabric at mid-thigh. The cotton was tough, but it grudgingly yielded to the sharp edges. He shredded her left pants leg down to the ankle. The resulting long strips were just what he wanted. Corwin flipped her over, eliciting an undignified squeak of protest from her. He bound her wrists together behind her back with the denim and repeated the process with her ankles. He had to shred a portion of the right jeans leg to get enough fabric to tie her thighs together just above the knees. Satisfied, he heated her across his shoulder and carried her towards the back of the apartment. It took a few attempts to locate the door to her bedroom. He dropped her on top of the bed, prompting another squeak at his rough handling. Corwin relaxed slightly for the first time in many days. He'd found the Omega and secluded her away from prying eyes. For the moment, he was safe. He looked down at his prize. Her eyes stared up at him with fear and shock. No doubt she'd heard of his kind, but pictures were hard to come by. Their True Form took energy to maintain, so upon death, a worsen reverted to a more basic form - wolf or human, depending on which the individual had the greater affinity. Consequently, she'd at most only seen artistic renditions of a worsen - none of which likely did the reality justice. She looked and smelled delicious. Her breathing was heightened, so her magnificent chest heaved enticingly. Her eyes were wide and brilliant blue. Furthermore, her lovely cheeks were flushed, and she kept nervously licking her full lips. His libido thrummed with energetic desire. A few more slashes of his claws and he could take her. But he was also tired. He'd been stalking her for days with almost no rest. Coupling with her would be exhausting enough already. Plus, the morning sun leaked in from the edges of her curtains; Corwin was just superstitious enough to prefer moonlight. Better he should wait. He rummaged in the drawers of her furniture and found more of her clothing. Some deft work with his claws reduced this to shredded straps as well. He carried this to the bed and hovered over her. "Open," he directed. The human words felt strange on his tongue; he wasn't used to speaking in this form. He gripped her chin and repeated the command. "Open." She complied, though she squirmed a bit when he forced the rolled strip of cloth between her teeth. "Stay still. Or I tape it shut." He fit the gag in and tied it firmly behind her head. It wouldn't completely prevent her from making noise, but the muffled grunts she'd be reduced to wouldn't carry very far. "Now stay still. And quiet." He found himself looking for short syllables - easier to manage in this form. He took the last strip of cloth and bound it around her eyes. She'd be easier to control if she couldn't see. Satisfied, he stepped away. He dropped to a crouch, the most comfortable position for initiating the Change. He let the rearrangement of bone and muscle overtake him gradually; it hurt less that way. His lupine features became more prominent as his humanoid aspects disappeared, till only the wolf remained. Corwin extended his front paws and bent low, stretching out his back. He wagged his tail with approval. He always found this form comfortable. Furthermore, he circled in front of the bedroom door and curled up in front of it. There was no other exit to the room save the window; unless she could fly she'd not be leaving this room without opening the door behind him. Satisfied, he let himself drift off to sleep for the first time in days. The room had gone quiet. Selene was listening intently and the only thing she could hear was heavy and levelled breathing. Was that thing asleep? For the first time, since all of this had happened, Selene’s debilitating fear was replaced by rage. Clearly that thing was not here to kill her, otherwise he would have. So he bowls her over, struts her up like a stuffed pig and unceremoniously drops her on the bed so that he can take a nap? Think Selene! Her mind was screaming. She had to get out of these restraints and the hell away from it. Furiously rubbing her head against the headboard, Selene tried to take the blindfold off. It eventually budged a good half an hour later, when her eyes found the hulking form curled up in front of her door. Great!! That’s just fantastic! The little voice in her head said sarcastically. If I wanted a damn dog, I would have adopted one!! She then went to work trying to get the gag out of her mouth. It left her mouth dry and made it hard to swallow. She eventually got the gag down and over her chin, to hang limply around her neck before she spat the rags out. Her heart was pounding in her ears and the ability to take a deep breath really helped to calm her nerves. The restraints around her wrists and legs were a different story entirely. He clearly knew what he was doing. Selene’s eyes scanned the room for something that could help. The only thing she found was the bedside table that had a sharpish corner on it. The fact that he had tied her up with strips of denim didn’t help at all, as it wasn’t a flimsy material in the least. Shuffling over to the side, Selene kept her eyes trained on the monster sleeping on the floor, as she set about grating through the material at her wrists. It took forever. She could feel her skin wearing away. It must have been a good two hours later, before Selene managed to wrestle her hands free. Gingerly running her fingers across her bleeding wrists, Selene went about untying her legs and ankles. She was free … and yet not. Outside her bedroom window was a sheer drop of five stories, and the fire escape was outside her spare bedroom, not this one. She couldn’t escape through the ceiling either, as it was a concrete slab. Frustrated, Selene’s eyes scanned the room. All she could think of that remotely resembled a weapon was a letter opener she kept in her dressing table drawer. Selene gingerly pushed herself off the bed for the first time, walking impossibly slow and as quietly as she possibly could. She slid the drawer open and took the letter opener, before she backed away to the on suite bathroom door, keeping her eyes glued to the monster. Every time it moved or made a sound, Selene froze, not even breathing … waiting … before she made her next move. She backed up into the bathroom and quietly closed and locked the door, knowing that it would only buy her seconds. Her next move was to climb on the side of the bath and poke her head out the window. There was nothing there either that she could use, other than a very small ledge that maybe one foot could fit on. Selene stuffed the letter opener into the back pocket of her shredded denim. God, she hated that thing right now. Thisusedto be her favorite pair of jeans. She hoisted herself up and very carefully climbed out the window, hanging onto the window frame for a second before she found her footing. Bloody hell, it was high. Selene looked up and down the side of the building, trying to think where to go from here. Maybe she could just stay here and wait for him to go? But judging from its strength, he could find her and lift her up and back in through the window, effortlessly, which wasn’t an option. Biting down on her bottom lip, Selene found a balcony that was directly below her. The thought of having to climb down scared her, she was not the best at heights. Shaking, Selene slowly lowered herself until her hands touched the ledge. She then awkwardly tried to move her feet down. Things were going well, until her left foot slipped and she lost her footing. A strangled scream escaped her lips as she fell, her hands flailing through the air. She half landed on her hip on the balcony and slid back over the side, before she grabbed the railing and held on for dear life. A woman's scream awakened Corwin. He leapt to his paws, his pointed ears twitching as he pinpointed the direction. A snarl left his lips as his eyes and nose confirmed the reality: the Omega was gone. Anger flared in his chest. Curse that damn human! And another one for his stupidity. He could readily have tied her up beyond escape, but a misguided sense of mercy had sought to spare her such discomfort. He'd also foolishly underestimated how exhausted he was. The noise of her departure should have awakened him, but he'd been so tired that he'd slept right through it. Damn! He rushed into the bathroom. The open window was clearly her point of egress. His bones and muscles ripped and reformed as he compelled the Change at a pace that was really unpleasant. A glance out the window spotted her. The Omega had tried to climb down to a balcony on a lower floor. Judging from the intense fear in her big, blue eyes, her plan had gone awry. She now clutched the metal railing in both hands and was frantically trying to climb back up to the balcony. She did not appear to be succeeding. Corwin glanced out to the street below. No one was in sight. Judging by the sun's position, the humans were most likely still at work in other areas of the city. Still, he adjudged it risky to clamber out in True Form in daytime with so little concealment. One passerby looking up, and he'd have an entire militia hunting him within the hour. Corwin shifted into human form, again cursing the female for this additional pain. He launched himself out the window and dangled from the lip. The building wasn't smooth, but had various little ledges and decorative stonework that he could find purchase with. Even in this lesser form, Corwin was still corded with muscle. Dangling by his fingertips wasn't pleasant, but it slowed not his progress. He alighted on the metal railing below and stepped nimbly onto the balcony. The female now clutched the bottom of the railing for dear life. With no purchase for her feet, she was having to rely entirely on her arms and hands. Her muscle tone suggested she exercised regularly. Unfortunately, the vertical metal bars of the railing were smooth, and she'd been unable to grip them tightly enough to reach the top of the railing. Unable to haul herself over the railing, she clung to the outside with all she had. Despite her predicament, she still had presence of mind to look briefly shocked at his nudity. Corwin had stashed his clothes earlier and had deemed it prudent not to dress before attempting to rescue the Omega. Her eyes flicked from his face to the meaty shaft dangling betwixt his thighs and back for a few moments, momentarily distracted from her predicament. Corwin rolled his eyes. Humans. Bracing his feet along the railing, he reached down and grabbed her arms just beneath the shoulder. Grunting loudly, Corwin hoisted her upwards till she was nearly eye level. As the weight on her arms diminished, she transferred her death-grip from the metal railing to his forearms, relief flooding her face. This would prove short-lived. Rather than bring her in close to the balcony, Corwin kept his arms extended, his biceps bulging from the strain. She was able to plant her toes on the edge of the balcony, but he kept her body leaning outward into open space. Her magnificent chest heaved with panicky breaths as she realised that Corwin quite literally held her life in his hands. "That was fucking stupid!" Corwin's voice lacked a bit of the rumbling bass from before, but articulating human words was far easier in this form. "Do you want to die?! Say so and I will drop you right here!" Selene’s mind was racing. Death came to everyone, but this was not quite the ending she had envisioned. Her hands were slipping from the smooth stainless steel railing. For a moment her heart stopped beating as she lost her grip and slid down the railing, before her hands gripped around the bottom vertical bar of the railing. She really didn’t want to die. The next moment a man came hurtling out her window from above. “Please help!” Selene cried out, before it dawned on her who exactly it was. He made it look easy, as he landed on the balcony before her - as naked as the day he was born - with all his masculine attributes free to look at, or in this case, gawk at. Selene couldn’t help herself. If she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn he just rolled his eyes at her. The frown on her brow was replaced by abject fear as Selene slipped once more. Two powerful hands wrapped around her shoulders. She heard him grunt and the next moment he hoisted her up in the air. Selene grabbed his arms the moment she could, and held on for dear life. Her halted breaths were racing past her lips as her body screamed for oxygen. Selene was staring down at the railing, just stepping onto it, when she looked up. The relief that was glimmering in her eyes died when she saw the expression on his face. He was livid. He kept her dangling on the edge between life and death, and Selene could not quite choose which was the lesser evil. She’d rather fall to her death than face the wrath she could see in his eyes." That was fucking stupid!"he snarled at her, menacingly. She gasped for a breath and said the first words that tumbled into her mind, “I know, but you left me no choice.”" Do you want to die?! Say so and I will drop you right here!" Selene did not doubt that he would. She hesitated, her eyes flicking to the sidewalk below. She had done this exactly for that reason – survival – to escape her captor. Furthermore, she levelled her eyes on him, fear etched in them.“I suppose it depends on you,” she said earnestly. “If you are going to kill me, then spare me the charade … and let go.” Her voice sounded braver than she felt, and she sincerely hoped that he would not let go. It seemed insane, but she was safer in his hands than on this ledge. Corwin rolled his eyes - one of the few human gestures he considered to have much merit. "You know what I am," he snarled. "If I intended to kill you, you'd be dead already." Stupid humans. Much as he'd have liked to punish her further with the fear of falling, holding the female in this position was gradually taxing his strength. Having put considerable effort into finding this Omega, he would be foolish to risk letting her literally slip from his grasp. "Fucking stupid," he more spat than spoke, ending with a ferocious grunt as he heaved her bodily over the rail. Corwin resisted the urge to slam her down on the concrete floor of the balcony. It'd be just his luck that he'd seriously injure her. She'd be a lot less useful to him with broken bones. Instead, he held her upright and bore her into the brick side wall. His hands continued to grip her upper arms, pinning her upper torso and limiting her own arms' movement. He leaned in hard with the rest of his body, using his superior weight to hold her firm against the wall. Corwin brought his face a few inches from her nose "Don't. Do. That." He could feel the muscles of his jaw clenching with anger. "Do not test me. Do as I say if you want to live." Only when she whimpered did he realise how tightly he was gripping her upper arms. He relaxed his grip and pushed back slightly, giving her a bit more space. The emotional tension eased slightly. He found her eyes widening again when she looked down. He followed her gaze and realised what she was staring at. With risk of falling to her death now removed, the female could now be troubled that Corwin was still very nude and still quite visibly male. "Bah," grumbled Corwin. "Hold still." He released his grip on her arms and shifted it to the neckline of her blouse. He grits his teeth and pulled. The muscles in his shoulders and arms writhed for a moment, then the fabric gave way. Threads ripped apart and buttons sprang off in all directions as he tore her blouse in two. The female squealed as her blouse disintegrated. Corwin got a brief glimpse of a black bra and a wealth of cleavage before she spun away from him. This served him equally well. He tore a long strip from the blouse and used that to bind her wrists together behind her back. She struggled a bit, but he cuffed her roughly upside the head to dissuade her. He added a second strip linking her elbows as well. This forced her arms higher and pulled her shoulders back in a manner that was undoubtedly uncomfortable. "Quiet. You shouldn't have tried to run," he responded to her wordless protests. Satisfied she'd not be readily lifting anything or moving at any pace faster than a walk, he turned to consider their exit. Climbing back up to her bathroom was out of the question; he'd need to Change to bear her weight. He was no more a fan of trying to climb down either. He turned to the sliding glass door on the balcony. The windows were dusty - no one had cleaned these in ages. He wished there was a chair or table to smash them with; breaking them with his fist would no doubt slice his fist to shreds. But the balcony was bare save for the two of them. There was no other option. Unless..... Corwin reached for the door handle and tugged. The door squeaked as it slid aside. Of course; why lock a door to a balcony this high off the ground? The interior of the apartment was bare save for the fixtures. It had no smell of people, suggesting it had been empty for years. Probably one of the dozens in the building whose front door was still draped with faded yellow tape warning that a disease victim had lived here. As a practical matter, anyone who was deathly allergic to the virus were already dead, but humans were notoriously superstitious about such things. Corwin yanked the female forward, leading her into the apartment. He brought her to the bedroom matching her own. This time, however, he opened another door inside, revealing a walk-in closet. Save for some fixed shelves mounted above his head, the closet was held nothing but beige walls and gray carpet walls several. Even the single light bulb socket overhead was vacant. Most importantly, there was no window or vent; the only access was the door. Perfect. Corwin slung her inside, forcing her to stumble against the back wall. He followed her inside and closed it behind him. The closet became pitch black. "Now we wait for nightfall," he declared, settling down against the door. "I suggest you rest. And before you get any ideas, remember: I see just fine in the dark." Selene felt like she had just been hurtled back in time a few thousand years, cozy and snug in their little cave with her own, personal, caveman. She wasn’t sure which was worse, the caveman or the wolf. In both forms he had an unfortunate personality that made her want to gouge his eyes out. Selene truly hated him right now. She tried one last time to wrestle free of her restraints, but this time he had left no room for error. Her shoulders were starting to ache from the strain and her wrists were throbbing, the strips of material gnawing at her already raw flesh. It was so dark. The only light she could see was a thin slither of sunshine that glowed under the door, which left a dim silhouette of his hulking form, curled up once more before her only escape route. A menacing and constant reminder of the predicament she found herself in. For the first time, Selene truly felt helpless, and it was suffocating her. Fear wrapped its cold tendrils around her heart as she replayed every word he had said, trying to figure out what he wanted. He didn’t want her dead, that he had proven twice already; and from the very vague references he made of her needing rest, Selene could only deduct that he meant to violate her, which scared her. Even if someone noticed Selene’s absence, they would never think to look for her here. She had unwittingly worsened her own situation, which irritated her even more. Why me? The voice in her head asked incessantly. The letter opener was still in her back pocket. She tried to use it to undo her bounds, but they were simply too tight this time around. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as Selene hid the letter opener, perhaps to use another time. She finally slid down the wall and sat facing the corner, trying to alleviate the strain on her arms. Silent tears meandered down her cheeks while her mind raced to find a solution that simply would not present itself. She bitterly regretted the fact that he had pulled her over the railing; if she was lying dead on the pavement she wouldn’t be in this hell right now. Selene was hungry and tired and the constant fear was taking its toll. She had no concept of time, and she had no idea how long she had been sitting in the blackness, before her body finally succumbed to sleep. The last clarifying thought she had, was to run, the moment she had a chance – and if she couldn’t run … to pay the balcony another visit. Corwin remained awake this time. His earlier nap had erased much of his sleep debt. He also did not want to give the female even a sliver of hope that she might sneak past him. The door to the closet permitted a slim bit of sunlight from beneath the bottom edge. Probably enough for the human to make out the vague outlines of objects in the darkness. Corwin, however, could see considerably better - well enough to read her expression. When he chuckled without warning after nearly an hour of silence, the surprise on her face was writ plain. Still, Corwin had to acknowledge that this Omega was had an impressive will. In his experience, humans were only brave when they significantly outnumbered and outgunned a worsen. This one was clearly scared of him, but she wasn't letting fear control her. She didn't cower in a corner and whimper. She didn't plead with him to let her go. Furthermore, she just sat there, breathing deeply as silent tears dripped down her lovely cheeks. Eventually she even fell asleep. Time passed slowly. Corwin had no watch, but he had a general sense of when the sun had set. He waited a while longer before he adjudged the moment ready. He rose to his feet and opened the door. The empty bedroom was now dimly lit with moonlight. It wasn't quite 3/4 full, but with his senses it might as well have been. Yes, this would do. He turned and grabbed the female. She awoke with a start, clearly disoriented. He hauled her upright and shoved her ahead of him into the bedroom. Absent the grip on the back of her neck, she probably would have tumbled to the ground. He pushed her against one of the beige walls and leaned his shoulder into hers. His hands reached for her waistline and found the button securing what remained of her denim jeans. The female recovered sufficiently to recognize his intentions and began to struggle. Unfortunately, with her arms bound behind her and his superior weight pinning her torso to the wall, she could do little to stop him. The button parted and the zipper followed. A couple of hard tugs slipped the snug denim over her rounded buttocks and down her thighs. Corwin stood back and let her lunge away from him. Without her arms to balance and the jeans at her knees, she managed only two steps before losing her balance and crashing to the floor. Corwin grinned and pounced atop her. He flipped her face up. His left hand grabbed her by the neck while he wrestled her jeans past her ankles. Undaunted, she lashed out as best she could with her legs, but to no avail. Corwin threw the ripped denim into a corner and then used his free hand to force her thighs apart. If she held any lingering doubts as to his intentions, her unobstructed view of his groin soon dispelled them. Corwin's cock - already somewhat engorged - from their brief struggle - began to surge towards stiffness. The shaft thickened and swelled with each thump of his heart. The tip glistened with oozing drops of precut, gradually tilting ever more towards vertical as his cock grew and grew. "Almost there," he murmured more to himself than her. He'd been waiting a long time for this. So, so long. Selene was abruptly plucked from a deep and dreamless sleep. When her eyes fluttered open she was on her feet, being propelled forward into an empty room. It took her a second or two to register just who was ‘propelling’ her, when he unceremoniously rammed her into the wall and pinned her there with his shoulder, for good measure. She could feel his free hand reach around and when he went for the button on what remained of her shredded jeans, Selene hissed and writhed against him, trying to break free. He had everything undone within seconds and yanked it down her legs before abruptly letting go of her. Selene leapt back, but her balance was severely impeded with the lack of movement around her legs and her restrained arms. She came crashing to the floor, a moan escaping her lips, very thankful - for the second time that day - that the apartment was carpeted. That thought barely registered before the dog launched himself at her with, what can only be described, as a sickening expression of self-righteousness.“Get off me!” Selene screamed at him, before his hand tightened around her neck, pinning her to the floor, while he removed the denim from her legs. Selene writhed beneath him, kicking as hard as she could to try and dissuade him before he unceremoniously pried her legs apart, eliciting an indignant shriek from Selene. Her breath was racing past her lips and her heart was beating impossibly loud in her ears as she watched his erection harden. He was systematically tearing something sacred from the depths of Selene’s soul, while getting some perverse joy out of doing so. “Don’t.” she gasped, trying as hard as she could to wriggle out from under him, “…do this,” she implored.” Almost there," Selene heard him murmur, as if he was paying homage to his member, urging it on.“Please, stop,” Selene gasped, as tears glistened in her eyes. Corwin ignored her pleas to stop. The desire he'd been banking for weeks roared in his soul. After so long a delay, it must be served. He positioned his turgid staff before her bare lips. Her struggles intensified, but his hand at her throat clamped down until she began to wheeze. Muted cries for mercy bubbled up from her lips, but her futile attempts to resist waned. The swollen head slipped inside, prompting a wordless cry from the female. While likely it expressed the agony at this unwelcome intrusion, it might as well be music to his ears. The feel of her warm confines was as tantalizing as he'd hoped. He leaned into her, taking his time. Her pussy was tight, though whether that bespoke active attempts to resist him or just her natural state was beyond his ken. Corwin applied just enough pressure to inch ever deeper into her. Having spent so long stalking her, he had no intention of finishing his victory quickly. Corwin made his second stroke nearly as slow as the first. Gods, it had been far too long since he'd felt the touch of a female. He grinned down at her with hunger in his eyes, teasing himself with every languid thrust. Still, even an Alpha was not made of stone. The delightful torture of his libido soon has his groin tingling at the edge of release. Time to finish what he started. Corwin withdrew fully from her. His cock bobbed in midair, angrily throbbing at early removal. The female gaped up at him, her beautiful face a twisted mask of emotions. He offered her no explanation as he flipped her face down. With her arms still tied behind her, she could do little to avoid smacking her face into the floor. She spat a fresh series of curses at him. Even now, her will was only bent, not broken. Corwin doubted she appreciated the kindness he'd offered. He needed to complete this next part in True Form. Experience taught him that some humans found observation of the Change deeply unsettling - even horrifying. He held her down as his muscles and bones writhed and stretched beneath his skin; better that she not see what was coming next. Corwin sniffed the air again. His lip curled up in distaste. The Humans and their cities always smelled dirty. He longed for the scent of the forests he called home. But a deeper need called him - the need to mate. As much as he disdained the puny Humans, the Worsen could not entirely survive without them. As strong as they were, they still needed Human females to breed. The tribes did not care to openly speak of it. To acknowledge imperfection was to acknowledge weakness. But the truth was that for all their physical prowess, the Worsen reproduction rate was abysmally low. Without Human females, the Worsen were but a handful of generations from irrelevance. Nor would just any female would suffice. Only a small percentage could reliably count on to successfully breed. The Wolves called these Omegas - a counterpart to the Alpha males that were allowed to breed. That was the only reason Corwin had ventured this far into the Human city. Individually they were no match for his strength and speed, but Humans often gathered in the hundreds or thousands in their cities. Alone on their turf, he could be at great risk if his presence was discovered. But somewhere in here was a young Omega. He'd caught the faint whiff of her two days ago. Her scent suggested a firm, luscious breeder - a prize worth the risk of the city. He'd been slowly tracking the scent back to the source ever since. She wasn't far now. The scent trail was fresh; she'd passed this way little more than an hour ago. He grinned savagely. He'd soon have his target in sight. Rachel rode her bike down the street, lit by the dimming light of the sun as it was about to set, already hidden by the surrounding buildings, causing the temperature to already drop. Her red hair was pulled back into a braid, though some stray strands decided they wanted to fly into her green eyes as she continued on her way home. She was tired, after a long day of nursing exams, and was ready to get home, grab a beer, order a pizza, and watch Netflix for the rest of the night. She turned right, onto a much more suburban street, getting away from the busy city streets she hated riding on. “I need to get my car fixed,” she reminded herself. It seemed to be taking forever to save up the money to get the lower radiator hose fixed. Going to school and paying rent didn’t seem to leave her much money left to survive off of, let alone save. At the age of 24, that was something she was hoping would change after this last semester of nursing school. The five-foot-ten redhead hopped off her bike, walking it through a fence gate into the backyard of a home. Once the bike was leaned up out of the way against a wall, she walked up the fight of stairs to the room that was above the garage. It was separate from the house, and for the amount of rent she was paying, she was glad she had some true privacy. Her own bathroom, a small kitchenette, and room enough for a bed, dresser, desk, and a TV. Dropping her bag, heavy with medical books, she plopped down on the mattress. She pulled off the black hoodie she wore, leaving her in the white scrubs she was required to wear for her course and left almost everything of her body to the imagination. Corwin perched in a tree outside the sole window looking in on the female's dwelling. The structure was small as human homes went. He could nearly leap to the roof in a single bound. His target lay on a mattress in front of the flickering light of a TV. The apartment was otherwise dim, but that proved no obstacle to Corwin. Worsen eyes saw very well in low light conditions. He was thus far pleased by what he saw. Her clothes weren't particularly form-fitting, but it hinted at a luscious body. He'd need to see her undressed to be sure, but he suspected she'd have just the curves he'd hoped for. The throbbing lust in his groin urged him to take a direct approach. He'd hungered for a mate for some time. With her alone, she should make for an easy target. But Corwin hadn't achieved his Alpha status through careless instinct. For all his strength and speed, being so deep in Human territory was inherently dangerous. Experience counseled patience. For now, he would watch and wait. Though her body protested, wanting more rest after such a long day, the redhead moved to a sitting position. She needed to change, shower, and get something to eat. Standing, she pulled the white scrub top over her head, revealing her the light pink bra seeming to just contain her breast, the smoothness of her stomach and the gentle curve of her waist out to her hips. Pulling her pants down, left her standing there in her bra and underwear. She looked at herself in the mirror that was just across from her, turning to the side. She had what most would consider and hourglass figure, though she wished her butt were a little bigger. But, you have to work with what Mother nature gives you. Grabbing a towel that was hanging off of her desk chair, she made her way into the bathroom. Turning the water on, steam soon started to fill the room while she brushed her teeth and removed what little makeup she had been wearing. Corwin watched as the redhead stripped down to her underwear. Her body was more luscious than he'd expected. Her breasts were very large, even for her lanky frame. Still, she carried them well and showed no sign that they affected her poise. Her legs were lean and muscular, causing her thighs not quite to touch at the V they made with her pelvis. She was not one of these soft, squishy females. This one had some strength in her limbs. The human disappeared out of sight into another room. His ears vaguely made out the rumbling of pipes in her wall; she was running water. Perhaps a bath? His suspicion was confirmed as she strode out 15 minutes later, her long red hair now dark with moisture as toweled it. She switched to a brush thereafter, combing it to a luxuriant shine as she sat cross-legged on her mattress. When she finished, she turned off the lights. He could make out her prostrate form on the mattress in the ensuing darkness. Corwin could take her now. She'd be easy to surprise. But he knew too little about the situation to risk rushing in. Watch and wait. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Corwin devoted three days to caution. He shifted to his Human form and stole some clothing so that he might track her on the streets in daylight. Fortunately being so far from the border meant that no one expected his kind to be here. No one paid him any mind provided he avoided eye contact. He was just some other passerby. He lost her the first day and had to track her by scent. Furthermore, he couldn't keep pace with her on the bicycle without running and Humans noticed runners. Fortunately, her routine seemed fairly predictable, favoring many of the same destinations at similar times each day. By the third day he was able to predict her path in advance. He'd also scouted out the neighborhood. He had two escape routes planned if things went wrong, but he was confident that was unlikely. Her apartment was isolated enough to carry out his plans unnoticed. Everything was set. He would take the female tonight The next three days were the same routine. Get up in early in the morning, go to work at a local coffee shop, then school for several hours, then home for homework and studying. Rinse and repeat. Finally, Friday night had rolled around. She was thankful that she would be off for the next two days, both from school and surprisingly from work as well. However, unlike most college students who were hitting the bars, she was at home, doing laundry. The nursing program had practically robbed her of any social life. As if on cue, after bringing a basket of clean clothes up from the garage, Rachel’s cell phone rang. It was one of her classmates, and friends.“Hey Sam, what’s up?” Hey girl! Me and a bunch of the class are going to hit up Tommy T’s tonight to celebrate the end of the practicals. You should come! Rachel sighed, feeling defeated. “I can’t, I don’t have the money.”Oh, come on. I bet Derek would buy you a couple drinks. You know as well as anyone he’d been eyeing you since we all started. The redhead laughed at the idea. Derek was a nice guy, and he was handsome, but Rachel had no interest in him other than friends. There was just no spark, no actual attraction. “I don’t want to lead him on. You know I’m not into him.” Will you come if I buy you a drink? I’ll even give you a ride. Please? Her friend was obviously not going to take no for an answer. “Fine,” she finally said, feeling as though she had no other choice but to agree. “I need finish this last load of laundry. So... Give me about an hour.” Yay! Okay, text me when you’re ready. Hanging up the phone, she walked over to her closet. She certainly couldn’t go out wearing sweats and an old T-shirt, but she had no idea what else to wear. It felt like all she wore was her school’s scrubs uniform, or jeans and a black T-shirt for work. She settled on her staple, basic black dress. It hugged her curves and showed off her toned legs as well as a bit of cleavage, but not too much. After putting the last of her laundry away, she slipped the dress on. She checked herself in the mirror, looking herself over up and down, front and back. “I forgot how much I loved this dress,” she murmured to herself, her confidence boosted. The dress just seemed to make her feel like she could take on the world. Corwin frowned. Fortunately no one was around. A frowning worsen is a disheartening sight. The female - no, she had a name. Rachel. That's what the other female had called her outside her school. Rachel. Yes, that would do. Rachel was doing something out of character. Her pattern had been to come to this dwelling, relax, bathe, and sleep. Corwin had earlier broken the latch on a window. He had planned to slip in while she was bathing and vulnerable. But tonight Rachel didn't doff her amorphous white shirt and pants and head for the showers. She started putting on face paint and donned a slinky black dress that tastefully hugged her curves. This was different. Why? He remained perched in the leafy darkness, watching her slip into her outfit. The frustration was agonizing. His lust was like a caged beast howling to be freed. Her curvaceous form and slender legs beckoned to him. "Take her now," the whispers called. But he could not take a chance that this change meant something. He would wait. His instincts paid off. A dozen minutes after Rachel had finished dressing, a car pulled up on her street. A young male got out and approached Rachel's dwelling. A short while later, the pair walked to the vehicle and got inside. Corwin watched from overhead and fumed. (Humans, like most prey, rarely looked up. Even if they had, he was just another dark lump against the tree trunk shrouded in darkness; their poor night vision would notice nothing.) This was not what he wanted! Damn these Humans! Snarling, he set off in pursuit. Fortunately, the Human settlement had plenty of shadows for him to hide in, particularly since his speed and power let him race across rooftops as easily as a sidewalk. He was too close to his goal to let his chosen slip away. He would trail her to the end. The group of students laughed loudly over the music. Celebratory shots had been taken, and the majority of the classmates had played at least one game of beer pong each. The bar was two rooms, one side containing the actual bar, which was full of patrons buying drinks, and the dance floor. The other side was a bit quieter, but not by much, and had three tables for beer pong, two pool tables, an air hockey table, and a shuffleboard table. The establishment was geared specifically towards the college crowd, the younger crowd." Hold on, hold on, repack! Diamond," Rachel called out to the duo across from her and Sam. They were down one to four. Tossing the ping pong ball, she missed. "Dammit!" Her friends egged her on as she poured the remaining five cups into one, glad that they severely underpoured to begin with. She chugged the disgusting liquid. The rules were that both members of the team were to drink, but Sam was being the dutiful DD and keeping her drinking to a minimum." I need some air. I'll be back." The redhead made her way through the crowds of people and out the door. The cool air was refreshing against her flushed face. She was feeling the alcohol. Not outright drunk, but definitely feeling it. Corwin was not happy. His plan to mate with the female tonight had gone wholly awry. Right now he should be burying his cock in her. Instead, he was huddled in the shadows of an alley across from some tavern where Rachel and her handful of companions had taken up residence. Judging by their behavior, they were all thoroughly enjoying themselves. Fucking Humans. Corwin wrinkled his nose again. Even in the Human form, his sense of smell was quite acute. Unfortunately, this meant he couldn't quite filter out the reek of the alley. A stench of rotting food from the trash cans outside the Thai restaurant at the other end steadily wafted to his nostrils. Underlying that was the stale ammonia whiff of dried pass from at least half a dozen different Humans within TG the last week. Still, here he could go unseen. Waiting on the sidewalk would place him beneath a streetlamp. Humans were not by nature observant, but eventually someone would notice a man loitering in the open like that. Likewise, watching from inside the bar would be problematic. The bar interior was well-lit, so he couldn't disappear into a shadowy booth. Moreover, while Human senses were dim, they had strong pattern recognition skills. The bar patrons were uniformly young - almost juvenile - and nicely dressed. Corwin was a mature worsen, so his Human form reflected that age and experience. Moreover, the shirt and jeans he'd stolen wouldn't blend in with the natty attire of the Humans. The key to any Alpha's infiltration technique was to blend in; failure at that meant discovery, danger, and quite possibly death. Corwin would remain outside. The hours ticked by as the Humans talked, laughed, drank, and repeatedly bounced a ball in what Corwin could only assume was some kind of game. Corwin sulked in the darkness. Stupid fucking humans. After this short eternity, Rachel stepped away from the others. Corwin perked up as she moved towards the door. Perhaps she was finally leaving, and his monotonous vigil could end. Rachel walked outside and stretched her arms. She took several deep breaths, which caused her impressive bosom to strain the confines of her dress. But she made no move to walk beyond the street corner. Damn; she was most likely just taking a break. Corwin's eyes locked onto another pair of humans exiting the bar. Both male. Like Rachel, he'd seen them inside the bar for some time. All three had a slight unsteadiness to their movements; given the amount of drinking going on inside, Corwin presumed each of them was somewhat inebriated. But Corwin didn't like the posture of the two males. Though they smiled as they approached Rachel and hailed her jovially, there was an aggressive tension in their shoulders. Corwin implicitly recognized the gleam in their eyes. A lone, attractive female somewhat impaired by alcohol would make a tempting target to a pair of hungry males. These two were hunting, and they'd set their sights on Rachel. Corwin snarled and moved towards the trio. Whether these interlopers recognized it or not, the woman was his. Rachel was enjoying herself that night, more Dothan she had in a long time. She was so busy being a good student and just trying to get ends to meet, she forgot what it was like to just go out and have fun. She turned around as the men approached her, hearing their shuffled feet and laughter. Furthermore, she didn't know them, they were definitely not part of their group. Immediately she felt uneasy as they closed in on her. They stood a bit too close for comfort, and obviously had several more drinks than her." Hey baby, how are you doing tonight?" he said, leaning to her right with his hand against the pole behind her.' Gag me,' she thought. We're they going to use lame pickup lines like falling from heaven too? The two young men were just a little bit taller than her, but outsized her easily. "Fine...?" The other stepped forward, standing to her left. Even with the street behind her, she felt cornered. "You sure are pretty." He reached his hand out to touch her face, but she pulled away from him. "Oh, don't be like that, we just want to have a little fun." She gave a nervous smile. "Thank but no, thanks. I have a boyfriend for that," she lied. Though, she had a feeling that wouldn't stop them from trying. "I should probably get back inside to my friends. See you guys in there." As she moved to go back, the one on her right grabbed her shoulder. "C'mon, he doesn't have to know. Stay with us."" Get your hand off of me!" She twisted and tried to push his hand off her shoulder. He let go, grabbing her wrist instead, pulling her against him." You're feisty, I like that. " By the time Corwin could overhear their words, the one with the earring had her by the wrist. His smile bespoke amusement in the same way a cat might smile having pinned a mouse. Corwin had never liked cats. "Leave her alone," snarled the worsen. All three turned at the sound of his voice. The men were both quite similar in dress. The shirts under their jackets were cut tight, no doubt to highlight their muscularity. Both were clearly quite fit; their necks suggested strength. Corwin knew Humans well enough to distinguish strength from power. These two spent time training as Humans did - lifting heavy objects repeatedly. Corwin's muscles did not bulge quite so dramatically as these two, but his had been earned in the wilderness fighting for survival. They might be strong, but they were not hardened. These males, however, either couldn't recognize the difference or were too drunk to care. Corwin was unarmed and outnumbered, so they discounted him as a threat. "Hey, why don't you fuck off, asshole?" said the one with both hands free. Corwin had seen enough bar fights to recognize that Humans usually prefaced theirs with repeated exchanges of verbal threats. Worsen saw little point in such ritual. He'd stated his request and been refused; the time for talk had ended. Corwin's left jab caught the man just above the right cheek. Clearly untrained, the man responded with a surprised, "Fuck!". Foolishly, he reached up to grab his face, leaving his body unprotected. Corwin's right slammed into man's solar plexus. The man's breath exploded out of him, and he sank to his knees. This interplay gave the second man a chance to react. He violently pulled Rachel out of the way with his grip on her wrist. She tried to fast-step through it, but her high heels slipped on the pavement, and she tumbled to the ground. The second man pulled back and threw a punch at Corwin's head. There was considerable power behind it, but limited control. Corwin rolled away from it, so it only grazed his cheek. He let the man throw a few more wild punches that bounced off his shoulders until he spotted his opening. Stepping inside the man's guard, Corwin landed a quick combination to the man's nose and jaw. When the man spun away, Corwin powered a couple shots into his ribs and another near his kidney. That was too much; he collapsed to his knees and vomited onto the sidewalk. Corwin stepped back, pleased by his victory. He then turned to Rachel, who was staring wide-eyed at him from her semi-prone position on the sidewalk. A trickle of blood extended from a scrape on her left knee and her dress had a slight tear in it from the fall. Corwin extended a hand to her. "Are you alright?" She watched wide-eyed at what played out before her. She wasn't sure what surprised her more at that point, the two drunks who were preying on her like a piece of meat, or this total stranger who beat the crap out of both of them. Whatever affects of the alcohol she had been feeling, the whole scene sobered her up quickly. Rachel took his hand slowly, accepting his help to get her to her feet. "Just a couple scratches," she said, looking down at her knee as she pulled at the skirt of her dress to cover her upper thighs again. "But, I think I'll be fine." She flashed him a grateful smile. "Thank you." The tussle had sent Rachel sprawling. Corwin paused momentarily as he looked down at her. Rachel's skirt had ridden rather high up on her thighs, showing a rather significant portion of smooth, firm skin. The recognition that the heart of her sex lay just a few scant inches away set made his nostrils flare. He focused on the task at hand. The object of his desire was injured. He must protect her. Corwin waved off her assurances that she was fine. "You are flush with adrenaline," he countered. "Your body is suppressing the pain so you might fight or flee. When you calm down, it will hurt considerably." Corwin knelt before her and took the damaged knee in both hands. "Hold still." Gingerly, his fingertips probed the edge of the wound. He applied slight pressure, producing a soft whine of protest from her that he ignored. Swiftly, he plucked something from the area that made her wince. He held up his fingers for her to see. In between forefinger and thumb, he held up a thin sliver of glass smeared with her blood. "Bit of broken bottle, probably," he postulated. "Wound is clean now." A ragged sound of tearing cloth followed as he tore the right sleeve off his shirt. He wrapped the makeshift bandage around her knee and secured it with a knot. "You should replace that with a real bandage when you get home, but that will do for now." He stood up and faced her once again. At this distance, her scent was almost overpowering. His primal instincts urged him to take her now. Corwin focused and pushed his libido back. "You should get home and tend to your leg properly. Shall I summon a taxi for you?" Corwin had never actually done that before, but he'd heard the Humans talk of it before and assumed it must not be terribly difficult. He probed her knee, eliciting a cry of pain from her, but he kept her from removing her leg from him. Her knee hadn’t been hurting much until he touched her. She made a face as he plucked the shard of glass from her." Wound is clean now." She stared at the small piece of glass, almost in fascination. No wonder why her knee seemed to have been bleeding so much. "You should replace that with a real bandage when you get home, but that will do for now." Before Rachel knew it, he had torn his shirt and wrapped her knee in the cloth. “You didn’t of have to do that.” She felt slightly uncomfortable now. This stranger had saved her from a possible rape and now was tending to her injury, when he could have easily just turned a blind eye. “Thank you, really.” She couldn’t help but give him a curious look when he offered to summon a taxi. He seemed to have a somewhat more formal way of speaking than most people. “I can’t afford a cab,” the redhead said slowly, wishing she didn’t have to turn down his offer. She gave a sigh, rubbing her arms, shaking from residual adrenaline and the chill of the night finally getting to her. “Thank you, though. After all of this,” she waved her hands, as if lumping the recent events together, “I would love to just go home and go to sleep.” “I can’t afford a cab.” Corwin's dark eyebrows knit together. He'd had enough contact with Humans to have a vague understanding of this thing they called money. Trade was not unknown amongst the worsen, but it was always for things that held value. Why the humans ascribed value to scraps of colored paper still perplexed him. He shrugged. If Human money was required, then he could procure some. After all, Humans usually carried it on them. The first of the two men had risen to his knees and was now breathing in something much less like a tortured gasp. He had time to wheeze, "Oh Jesus, no more!" before Corwin grabbed hold of his shirt with his right hand and lifted him up. "She is injured. She needs money," Corwin explained. His eyes narrowed threateningly. "You have money?" The man's face radiated fear. "Money? You want money? My wallet! Take it! In my back pocket! Jess! Take it all! Just leave me alone man! Please man! Please!" Corwin twisted the man so that his free hand could reach the man's back pocket. Corwin found the leather wallet and lifted it out. Thumbing it open, he nodded at the sight of green paper. Corwin unceremoniously released the man, who collapsed onto the sidewalk. Corwin extracted a handful of the paper and tosses the wallet to the ground. He turned back to Rachel. "Money," he declared, holding the green strips for her to see. "Now you get ride home." Corwin jabbed his hand in the air like he'd seen other Humans do and waited.

The Hunted (closed)|rating:3.0

The Perfect Ballet (Reni and Lewi)

Chase could not help but laugh as Aria came up with all of these questions about the place they were going to live. He wondered why she was concerned about this, he was the man, and it was his job to take care of her and their children. She would never have to work if she didn't honestly want too." Well it has a huge living area and kitchen, four bedrooms with the chance for more." Chase said with a smile in his voice. "It's really close to the school, so it will be really easy to deal with." Chase had not told her exactly where it was so he couldn't wait to show it too her, he just wasn't sure when. Another month had gone by and Aria had finally got her foot back and out of the cast and boot, and he had to be careful because now she could chase him around. Her little baby belly was getting bigger, and he could not help but kiss the belly every chance he could get. Yes it was hard in the beginning, but he had been true to his word and to just give him time. He didn't care whether it was a boy or girl just as long as she was healthy, and if they were blind because they would still be healthy." Aria, where are you?". Chase asked when he got home, today was the day he had been waiting for. Chase finally found her and rushed up to her and picked her up and spun her around." So today is the day to move into our new place, are you ready?" Chase laughed and placed her back down, "I believe dear even with that baby you are still too light." Chase laughed and then kissed her. Chase was not sure which one of them was more excited about the house, him or her. He had been working so hard on everything he just hoped she liked it. Chase pulled a blindfold out of his back pocket and figured she was probably going to comment, but he did like to treat her like a seeing person." Hay no comments about the blindfold, You just always seem to know what I am up too, so I am not taking any chances." Chase smirked a little as he tied the blindfold, for some reason every time he tried to be sneaky about something she always busted him, especially when it came to having that extra ice cream before dinner. He knew that meant she would be the perfect mom. Chase took her hand and linked it to his elbow and walked her out the door. Of course, they didn't have to leave the building, but he was taking her someplace she had not been yet. The family quarters were on the top level of the school and the elevators to take them there were down a long hallway." Ok, it's a longer walk so you might not want to count this first time." Chase was so excited he was trying not to talk about anything because he didn't want to give it away." Once they made it to the elevator he pushed the button and waited for the doors to open, "Next we are going to get inside an elevator and inside the elevator there is a special code to punch in that takes us straight to the living quarters. I made sure the electricians placed the number pad in braille too so you can come and go as you please." Once the doors opened he got a little more excited, "There's a little step-up." Leading them in he punches in the code and the doors closed again. "The code is the first day you came into my life, a day I will never forget." Chase held Aria close as they traveled up to the top, he felt like a little boy on Christmas morning. Once the doors opened he smiled again, "Watch you step up, and welcome to my family home, which is now our family home." He removed her blindfold Chase lead her in the room, "I have everything labelled to give you an idea of where you are at, like I said it is rather large." They had entered into a hallway which was long with door frames on either side of them. The first door he brought her to was the kitchen, he placed her hand next to the door where he had the label. "Once you get used to everything we can take the labels down or leave them." Chase just want her to feel self-sufficient in her own house. "I was able to track down a braille label gun, so when we cook food we can label the containers so you can help yourself in the fridge to take care of our children." Chase was hoping he had not gone over board, but this was her house too, and he wanted her not to have to depend on people to take care of her family like she wanted to." Please tell me I didn't offend you doing all this, or that I went over board." Chase was always worried about offending her, he always tried not too. Chase sighed and understood that it would be a little depressing not being able to see what the place looked like. "Well my mother always like boring so all the wall are white. The pictures on the wall are not very interesting, but knowing you, you would find them interesting. They are all pretty colored"Chase took her by the hand and led her down the hall to the third door on the right which was their room. He placed her hand on the wall so she could read what it said. "This of course is our bedroom and standing from the door you thinks are on the right side of the room and so is the door to the bathroom." Chase smiled and led her into the room to his favorite part of the room and that was the canopy queen size bed that was in it. "I want you to feel the bed and tell me what you think. Currently, the room is in earth tones including the bedding." Chase was sure that she didn't notice that he would watch her a lot of the times when he was around. He knew that many times she was sad about things, and he hated that she was like this. He always wanted to make her happy and give her the world, but giving her sight was something that was out of his reach at the moment.There were lots of doctors out there, and he knew it would take a while and while she was pregnant they couldn't attempt to do anything. Here is six months pregnant, and she was just as beautiful as the first time he laid eyes on her. He had been thinking about things lately and knew that he wanted to marry her and had hoped that she would want to marry him. It would add a lot of pluses if she did, for the baby and her both. He was thinking of doing it tonight so he had planned a very romantic dinner at home with a big fluffy blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace. He also had rose pedals spread out and a couple of vases of them. Of course, she couldn't see them, but she would be able to smell them. He could not help but light candles around the room. He knew that many things he did was for people who could see, but why should it matter. Chase went on the lookout for her, of course she was allowed to go where ever she wanted, but that didn't mean he didn't worry about her safety. He found her walking down one of the hallways, and he could not help but smile as he watched her." So how is the school's most beautiful woman doing today?" Chase asked as he came up behind her and placed his arms around her. Chase could not help but move around to the front of Kiara and give her a kiss, and then he leaned down and gave her ever-growing tummy. He could not believe it had been six months already, where had the time gone. Sometimes he wished his mother was still around to be there to see the baby he never thought he would ever have." Well I had a little free period and went looking for my beautiful girls." Chase hoped she was carrying a little girl, but they had not found out yet, but he always called her a girl. Angelic Rose was the name he found the most beautiful." I was not sure if your date card was full tonight because I had an opening and thought maybe you would like to fill it for me?" Chase asked as he kissed her cheek. Chase could not help but laugh at her comment. It was cute little comments like that is one of the many things he loved about her." I am so glad that you have a moment for me. I know your so busy." Chase laughed. Chase wondered if she ever got bored just hanging out in the room all the time and hoped that she wasn't feeling trapped or anything. He wouldn't want her to feel that way. Next thing he knew she grasped a little so he got a little worried." Honey, are you ok? Do we need to run to the doctor's?" Chase could not help get a little nervous, this was his first baby and he was clueless. When she said that she was fine he took a breath and relaxed a little. It was just the baby kicking. When she took his hand and placed it on her belly he could not help but smile." Wow, she is a little active. I believe she is going to have as much energy as her mommy and daddy." Chase said as he placed his ear on her belly. Now that the baby excitement was over he needed to get back on the job at hand, "So would you like to join me now at home. I have something for you." Chase led her by the hand all the way back to their apartment and when they got in the elevator he could not help but smile, and he pushed her against the wall and gave her some kisses on her neck. Until the elevator came to a stop. He took her hand and led her into the living room where he had everything set up for them. She should be able to smell the roses, and feel the heat from the candles." So what do you think, now use your senses." Chase said with a smile. Chase led her over to the middle of the living room and helped her sit down on the soft blanket that he had laid out there for them. He knew that she was bigger than before, but she was the most limber six month pregnant woman he had ever seen." I hope you enjoy everything, I have made all of your favorites." Chase said with a smile. The part that Chase was the most excited for was the dessert part. He was still very nervous about the question he needed to ask. This was the question that was supposed to last forever, and he hoped she didn't think he was asking her because she was having his baby. Chase was glad he could put a smile on her face, she was his world after all. He remembers back when everything he did was all about the school, and now it had something else to come home too at night." Well anything for my favorite girl." Chase smiled as kissed Kiara on the cheek. Chase fixed the two of them plates and checked under the blanket to make sure the ring he had bought for her. He loved her and wanted her to be his forever." Here is your plate." Chase said as he handed it too her. Chase was eating some of the food on his plate when she asked about his day. So he finished crewing and then began." Well I had a couple of new students apply today, they were both pretty good dancers, but I only have room to accept one at the moment in the program that they are wanting." Chase sighed, sometimes he was thinking that maybe he could expand things maybe he would look into that." I am trying to think of what I am going to do about the Christmas program this year. I know its way early, but you know me I like to be prepared way in advance." Chase liked everything to be perfect, "I wasn't sure if my lead dancer was going to want to be in the performance or not." Chase still looked at Kiara as his lead dancer, but he was not sure if she would still want to dance after the baby or not. She could teach if she wanted, but he wasn't sure. Chase knew that she was still nervous about getting back on the stage, and he didn't blame her at all. She took a hard fall off the stage and got hurt pretty bad. He was surprised she asked if it would be him, no one else could dance with her, heck he wouldn't let anyone else dance with her anyway." I don't think I could handle any one else dancing with you anyway." Chase said with a smile "As for the baby I am sure my Aunt would love to watch her." Ever since his aunt had found out she has been biting at the bit. She has been wanting another little one around here for a long time." Is your food ok?" Chase was glad that she was enjoying the meal. He had tried really hard to make everything perfect for her. He took the plate out of her hand and smiled a little and kissed her cheek." Are you ready for some dessert now?" Chase said almost too excitedly. If he didn't rain in his excitement he was going to give something away. But he was excited and wanted to ask her his question, but he wanted to wait until after dessert. Chase could not help but laugh as he cut her a piece of cake. "Now don't be letting it get out how sweet I am, or I might start having problems." Chase took the cake and placed it on her plate along with another fork and handed it to her, "I thought since I couldn't get you chocolate the other night." Chase smiled as he started eating his piece of cake, "And when you are done I have a gift for you." Chase loved to watch her eyes light up when she got excited over things she liked or even surprises. He cleaned up everything around them and went and placed the items in the sink. When he got back he picked up the box that he had been saying for her. He took a hold of her hands and placed the box inside of it." This is for you, open it up and feel around, and then we will talk so more." Chase said with a very shaky voice. Chase was trying to watch for a reaction to the ring, he did sort of see a smile when she felt it was a ring. But then he could have been wrong too." Kieara, you are my world and from the first time I helped you with your bath I knew that I wanted to be with you forever. We work perfectly in everything that we do together." Chase said as he held her hands." Kieara, will you please marry me?" Chase asked a little nervousness in his voice. Chase was knocked off balance when Kiara threw herself at him and hugged him. He was glad that she said yes to her, not that he thought she would say no." I take it that you are happy with my question?" Chase asked with a smile, and then he leaned up and kissed her deeply. "I love you." Chase looked at her warmly and smile. "I am glad." He said. Kissing her lips gently as he stroked her back. Holding her to him, he pulled away from the kisses and laid their foreheads together. "This is the start of a new beginning. Of our new life together." He pulled her closer than gently moved her to resting against him on with her back to his chest. Slipping an arm up around her and laid a hand on her stomach where the womb was. He gently rubbed where the baby was. Hoping to feel the baby kick. He was happy that she said yes. He was looking forwards to their future life together. To their future family. Maybe even some pets down the line. A house with a white picket fence." We will have a wonderful new life together Kiara." He said softly. He smiled a bit. €œWe will teach our kids to dance. Spend time on the beach. Go to the park together. There are so many things we can do.a He whispered. Resting his chin upon her head. Watching the crackling and snapping the fireplace was making. Hearing it kiss and lick upon the air surrounding it. Chase could not help but stare at Kiara's beauty with the glow she seemed to have received while their child grew inside of her. Chase stood up and grasped a hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet. "I believe you should dance with me." Chase smiled as he held her close and began to hum a song in her ear. Of course, he couldn't remember the name of the tune at the moment, but he was enjoying the closeness. Chase had always lived at the school since the day he was born, and he wondered if that would be what she wanted. He knew their apartment was big enough or them, and she knew the layout well, but he would ask her." Kieara, would you still want to live here or would you like to live some place else?" Chase looked at her very intently, and he was going to do everything in his power to save her from this situation." Well first off Marcus should have stopped him, if he knew what was going on." Chase stated matter of factually. Marcus was not on his list of favorite people at the moment either. Chase walked up to Kiara and took his finger and placed it under her chin, "First off you are going to stop looking at the floor. You are a strong young talented woman, and you are going to stop letting these people intimated you. Second off, your father doesn't want to meet me because he may not walk out of here." It was a good thing that Chase never allowed any outsider to watch the practices, he was glad when she agreed to let him work with her because he was not looking forward to Marcus being around." Also, practices are a closed session I do not allow anyone to see my work before it is completed." Chase looked at Kiara and could not help but shake his head, "Well he doesn't even want to think of threatening me." Chase could not explain why the sudden pull to protect this woman, but there was no way her father was going to get anywhere near her anymore. Chase wanted to pull her into a hug, but he did want to scare her so he settles to grasping her hands." I promise you as long as it is in my power he will not get in or touch you again." Chase could not believe how irritated he was. Chase smiled, "Well like I keep reminding you. You are a beautiful and talented woman, and you deserve to be treated as such." Chase looked at the time then took her by the hand, "How about I go get you feed so you don't wither away in front of my eyes." Chase said with a laugh, "I believe you might be too thin." Chase took her hand and placed it on his elbow and started to lead her out. "Now it is pretty simple from here, the cafeteria is right in front of us. Just count, and I will tell you when we are there." Chase was listening to her talk as they walked. Of course, he required a certain weight for his dancers, but he wouldn't make them starve to death. He has learned over the years, if you watch your potion size and workout daily then a person could eat everything they wanted to eat." Well let's not worry about that one, we do have real food as long as rabbit food." Chase said with a laugh Chase was noticing all the glances of the other students he shot a glare towards them. He knew how the students operated around here and they best know when to be quiet"Well we are at the door to the dinning hall and once inside the trays are right inside the door. All you have to do is ask the staff what they have. Now you can do this part yourself, or you can ask for help. I want you to be as independent as you can be." Chase would hate to smoother her by doing everything for her, but would hate for her to feeling lost either. Chase picked up a tray for himself too as they made their way down. "There is a rack right in front of you to place the tray on and slide away." He was noticing the smell himself, he normally didn't pay attention to such details, "Looks like meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and the veggie is corn." He glanced up and smiled, "The lovely lady who generally works at this moment is Marine. Marine this is Kiara, make sure you help her decide what she wants and anything else she needs." Chase took the plate in front of him, Marine had been serving him long enough that she knew what he liked. "So what do you feel like trying? We also have salads and things down a little farther if you prefer." Chase smiled and laughed a little, "Well a little meat won't kill you. With all the workouts that I am going to put you through you are going to want to eat it." Chase looked over and noticed that she seemed to be a little distracted, "Kiara, are you ok? If it is too much we can go back to your room or mine. I have a table in there, practically my own little kitchen." Chase could understand completely which is why for the most part he eats in his room. It would also be the reason he had a small kitchen installed in his room. He liked to think while he eats and the people tended to be really loud. He could understand the ones under 18, but gee the adults could be just as loud." I will have to agree with you." Chase whispered in her ear. He noticed she was a little uneasy about carrying her tray so he thought he would help." Here why don't we place everything on my tray and I will carry it, and then you can hold my arm." Chase set his tray down on the nearest table then gentle took hers out of her hand. Moving the items onto one tray he picked it up. Standing next to her, he smiled "Alright grab a hold of my arm, and we will get out of the craziness. Besides in my room we will be able to learn more about each other." With that Chase led her back to his suite and juggling a little he opened the door and led them to the table and set the tray down." Here we go, much quieter in here." He said as he pulled out a chair for her. "The chair is right behind you." Chase sat down in the chair next to hers as soon as she was sat down. He didn't want her to feel like she was helpless just because she was blind, and he didn't want to treat her like she is helpless. Chase placed her plate and everything in front of her. He hoped he set it up like a normal place setting so she could find everything." I really don't mind helping you out, I just don't want you to feel like I am treating you like you can't do it yourself." Chase looked at her and started to eat his dinner. The meatloaf was actually really, really juicy tonight so he had to make sure he told Marine later." So tell me some of the things that you like to do, outside of ballet." Chase asked after he took a drink. Chase could not help but laugh as she talked about the music that she is like, "I understand completely, like that music you have no clue what is even coming out of their mouth." Chase smiled as he thought about his favorite place in town to go. It was the music hall when the orchestra was playing and rehearsing. He could sit outside the hall and feel the vibrations of them playing the music. He imagined that she would appreciate that, it takes someone that truly hears the music to understand." I have the perfect place I would like to take you sometime, some place I believe you would enjoy." Chase smiled. Chase did not really care what the other people around the facility thought about Kiara and him. He was finally glad that there was someone he could relate to that didn't want him for his money or his looks. Someone that had no problem being who they were without the need to be fake." So I hope your dinner is too your liking." Chase said as he finished up his plate. Chase could see the sparkle in her when he told her about the mysterious place. She my not of realized the excited look on her face, but he could see it." It is the city's music hall, I like to go and sit in the lounge area and close my eyes and lean against the wall. You can feel the music through the vibrations of the wall. I think to try and figure out what they are playing by the feel." Chase knew he sounded a little weird, but it was something he had been doing since he was a little kid and since he was a big benefactor of the hall they allow him in any time he wants." Well I am glad you enjoy it, if there is anything special you would like to try I can speak with Marine, she tends to make me anything I want." Chase said with a laugh in his voice "She my Aunt I suppose she is required to love me." Chase finished up his plate and sat back in the chair crossing his arms across his chest, "They have a set tonight if you're interested. Or I can let you get settled in. All the work starts tomorrow." Chase stood up and cleared their dishes off of the table they had been sitting at. He rinsed them off and then decided to go ahead and wash them up before they left. After he had them washed he dried them and placed them on the counter to take back to the kitchen later." Of course, it would not be an imposition at all. I will just be glad to have someone to enjoy it with me for a change." Chase said with a smile "It is a little chilly outside so we need to light jacket or sweater." Chase went over to his closet and grabbed his jacket then went back where Kiara was still sitting." So are you ready to head to your room for a sweater, or your more than welcome to wear one of my hoodie's?" Chase could not help but smile again, which he found himself doing a lot of the time since he had met her. "Thank you for the offer and next time you can wash, but I am all done with them." Chase went into the room again and grabbed a black hoodie for her to put on. "Here you go, black hoodie which matches your clothes perfectly." Chase handed her the hoodie and waited for her to put it on and when she was done he went over and touched her hand." Are you ready to head out?" ((I have tried to post this three times, and it kept getting deleted before it went threw.lol))Chase took a hold of Kiara hand and wrapped it around his elbow and headed them out of their door. He allowed her to go out a little ways, but always within his reach if need be. He closed the door and replaced her hand." We are going to walk to the front doors from her if you would like to count." Chase stated with a smile. He was going to be quiet as she counted not wanting to disturb her. He was noticing the stares of everyone around them as they walked. Furthermore, he knew what their problem was, and it was nothing but pure jealousy because he was not with them. It was not like he never wanted a girlfriend or anything like that, he wanted someone that wanted him for the type of person that he was not for his money or his business. He wanted someone who shared the same interests as he did. As the got to the front door he opened it and felt the silly evening air hit them, "Now we are outside to a beautiful evening. The sun is almost set in the west, he is a beautiful mix of reds and yellows. With clouds all around it. It is very beautiful." Chase was enjoying describing things to her." The walk to the music hall is surrounded by trees on both sides of the sidewalk and in this area there really are no buildings. So older houses, but that is about it." Chase set his hand over her hand as they walked, "I am an open book feel free to ask me anything you want to know." Chase was enjoying their walk to the music hall, but when she asked him about seeing again he was not sure what to say, and he was not going to ignore her never mind she deserved an answer. Chase patted her hand with his hand, "That is a perfectly honest question you know, and who knows what the answer could be. It all depends on what you truly want. Russia has lots of specialists, and if not here there is always England." Chase knew that it all depended on how she lost her site to begin with, sometimes things were harder than others. Chase was afraid the woman was going to start crying so he stopped them walking and pulled her into a hug. He could not understand where she was coming from, but he would always listen to her and help her to the best of his ability. Holding her close to him, he was stroking her back, "I can honestly say I do not know how that feels. I have always had everything I have wanted. But I have also never had something stopping me from doing something." Chase was hoping to make her feel better, "I can't explain it, but I will be here for you as long as you let me. We are going to work through this, and we will find someone, somewhere to help you." Chase would do anything in his power to give her this happiness because she deserved it. Chase released the hug and placed her arm back in the crook of his arm on his elbow and then placed his hand on her hand." Anything that you want. We are almost there." Chase said as the continued to walk. The sun had finally set so it started to get a little chillier. Once they had finally made it to the music hall Chase opened the main doors and helped Kiara into the main hall of the building. "This is a very beautiful building, I believe at one time it was a very old church that they remolded." Chase led her over to a little room towards the back of the building. This room was right next to where the stage was. There was a little bench that was sitting in there so he led her over to the bench and had her sit down, and then he sat down next to her." They should be starting shortly, if you lean with your back against the wall you will get the full vibration of the musics that they will play. " Chase leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes and waited for the music to start. This was always his favorite pastime. It was always so peaceful. Suddenly he heard things starting to warm up so that meant it was going to be any minute. Chase still had his eyes closed, "One of my favorite things to do it try a figure out the tune being played. With someone with me, it will be more entertaining. Maybe we will have to have a bet between us." Chase could hear the smirk in her voice, he could not believe how much fun he was having just being in her presence. He had never found anyone who would be willing to just sit here with him. After the first couple of girls just wanted to make out, he quit bringing them."Oh, really and what kind of bet would that be?" Chase was still smirking, he was thinking of many things he would want. The first song started to play, and he was trying to think of what it would be, "Sounds like Chopin Prelude in E Minor" Chase smirked, he knew for the most part the composers, but it was the correct song he usually got wrong." Have you ever thought of dancing with a partner?" Chase asked out of nowhere.((I figure we can just imagine the music)) Chase knew how these sessions work and many times they played the same piece over and over, plus he never understood why classical composers had to make their songs so long." Well I suppose I will have to give you that one." Chase said with a laugh, "You know we still have not discussed the bet. What do you want if you win?" Chase had a feeling that she was going to win this round Chase had been thinking about things, and it had been a long time since he had a partner and if he was going to have to teach her the dances anyway he thought what the heck." Well I was just thinking that since we have to work together to learn the dance, why not just do the dance together. It is my show after all." Chase had taken his arms and placed them over the back of the bench at this time with one of his arms falling behind her back. Chase smiled a little as he thought about it, "Well I guess you will just have to tell me more about the things you like to do." Chase could feel the next song start to play, and this one was a little harder for him, it sort of sounded like Mozart, but he was not sure. "Mozart I think?" Chase was not trying really hard really, he was just enjoying spending time with her. Plus he wanted her to win so he could give her something,"Well I have never found anyone that I thought worthy to be my partner, I can tell by the way you dance you love it and I know you will be wonderful." Chase still had his eyes closed leaning against the wall, he was sure at this point he was actually enjoying the company more than his game. It had been so long since he spent time like this with anyone."It's been a long time since I have had a partner, and I will be honored." Chase smiled and reached over and grasped her hand, "Thank you for the company tonight, it has been wonderful. Are you about ready to go, or do you want to stay longer?" Chase was a little amazed that she was excited about being his partner, she had not really known him very long, and she might change when she worked with him on a one on one basis learning his shows. But then after she got used to him, maybe she will be the one to stand up to him and put him in his place with her." I believe you have made my day agreeing to be my partner." Chase stood up and took her hand helping her up then wrapping it around his elbow. "I know jet lag can be a bitch." Chase laughed"You can ask me anything you want?" Chase was a little shocked that she would ask him to do that. Granted he had seen naked woman a lot before, and it was not something that bothered him. He was surprised that she couldn't bathe herself it seemed like a simple thing, but then as he thought about her father he got a little irritated." I have no problem helping you if that is what you really want. Or if you would be more comfortable I could ask my Aunt." Chase could not believe she was trusting him enough to help her in this fashion. Chase smiled and patted her hand "It will not be a problem at all. Your more than welcome to wear a towel to give you some sense of dignity." Chase walked them back to her room so they could get some clothes. He decided that he was going to either offer her the other room in his suite or put in a door. They made it to her room and took out a key and opened it. He had master keys to everything." We made it back to your room to get your clothes, the bathroom in my suite is bigger than this one. What do you want to wear for bed and I will pick it out for you?" Chase smiled as he went to get her clothes, "Gee you didn't give me much to think on did you?" Chase could not help but laugh as he went through her clothes." Well let's see her how about a green pair of shorts and an orange bra with purple spots, no shirt no panties." Chase was still laughing. Chase really didn't know what she considered night clothes because all woman were different. Chase laughed and pulled out a t-shirt and shorts not telling her what he was getting then he grabbed a pair of panties and went without grabbing a bra. He figured it was more comfortable sleeping without one." Well naked it is then since your not picky." Chase laughed, "Come on partner." Chase reached down and grabbed her hand and led her back to his room. Opening the door he let her go in and then close it. He led her over to the chair. "You sit here, and I will go run a bath for you, and then I have a question for you?" Chase took her clothes and walked into the bathroom and started running the water, and then he walked back into the kitchen area." I was wondering which of these would suit you better since you need help with things. Do you want to move into the extra room I have in my suite or put in a door between the two rooms?" Chase went back into the bathroom and turned off the water and was listening to what she was saying. "Of course your welcome to the other room. I just want to make things as easy as possible for you." Chase went over to where she was and knelled in front of her and grasped her hand, "Well I look at things this way, if something happens how are you going to get help. Until you learn the school better your more than welcome to stay here." Chase said and then stood up and pulled her with him into the bathroom. "I am doing this because I want to, and I don't want to cause you any more stress than you are already having." Chase left the bathroom door open, "If you want to get undressed I will help you into the tub." Chase was trying not to watch her until she was undress, and then he took her hand and helped her into the tub. "Step up and keep in mind it's a deep tub." This really didn't bother Chase because he did help his mother bath a few times in the end. Chase had a chance to really look at the scars on her back and could not imagine anyone would hurt their child like this for nothing. His mother was always strict when he was training, but she would never beat him for doing something wrong. He went and got a couple of wash clothes out of cupboard and handed her one and kept one for herself. He had to admit she was really beautiful, and her scars proved that more. It took a very strong person to deal with that. Pouring some soap on one he handed it too her. "Here you go you wash all the important things and I will wash your back. Then we will work on your hair." Chase took a hold of Kiara's hand and helped her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her body for her and then grabbed another towel for her hair." I have your items sitting on the sink right here." Chase led her to the clothes on the counter. "Let me know when you are done getting dress, and then we will come over to the table and talk." Chase was glad to see that she managed to get dressed and make her way out into the living room. "Well hey you am over here at the table. There is nothing between you, it's about 25 feet." Chase had gotten up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses of milk and some cookies because that was what he felt like eating." Anyway we can work on moving your things over her tomorrow, and get you all settled in." Chase yawned a little, "I believe that we should get to sleep, 530 comes awful early." Chase laughed when she asked if it was her chair, "Nope that belongs to Jeff my resident ghost so don't get him too excited when you sit on him." Chase set the milk and cookies in front of her and let her know where it was at. While he was dipping his cookies into his milk his favor thing in the world to do." Do you like cookies and milk? I figure if you hold the glass with one hand and the cookie in the other it should be easy for you to dip them." Chase laughed Chase took a moment to clean up the mess so they could head off to bed, and he yawned a little. He was actually tired tonight and couldn't believe it. He had actually found someone who he could easily call his friend. Furthermore, he would love someday to make her his she was perfect, but then he would never bring it up because god he just meet her how could he is possible even be having this feeling." Well as long as you keep up with our strict exercise routine then I see no reason why you can't eat what you want too." Chase stated rather plainly." Well why don't you come with me, I and shall show you to the bed and get you tucked in so we can get some sleep." Chase went over and tap her hand so she would know he was there. Chase had gone and got Kiara into bed, and he had hoped that she would be ok, but he would leave his door open so he could hear her if she needed him. He cannot imagine how it would feel to be in a strange place and not being able to see anything. Giving your trust to a man that you had just met was surprising to him. When the clock went off he moaned a little, it never mattered how long he had been getting up at this time of the morning. He shut off the alarm and crawled out of bed. He had on his lounge pants and no shirt on and made his way into the kitchen and started some toast and got a couple of apples out of the fridge to slice up. Furthermore, he always hated to eat too much in the morning before his workout because he would get an upset stomach. He walked over to Kiara's room and walked over to her bed. She looked like a complete angel, and he hated having to wake her up." Hay sleeping beauty it's time to wake up." Chase said as he tried to gentle shook her. Chase smiled a little he was actually glad to see she was somewhat of a morning person, unlike him who will always hate mornings." Well good morning to you too." Chase said with a smile, "Why don't you come to the kitchen and I will go next door and grab you some work out clothes." Chase went over to the room next door and noticed a few students already in the hall, and he could imagine what people were thinking, and he knew when he made his morning talk he was going to have to comment about things Grabbing her tights and leotards and a pair of slippers he headed back over to his room and went into the bathroom and placed her things in there. With tags and things they should be fairly easy for her to put on. Walking back into the bedroom he stood at the door, "I placed everything you need on the counter in the bathroom. Now do you want to try and find the bathroom on your own, or would you like me to take you there?" Chase knew that everything was still new to her, but he didn't want her to have to depend on him for everything if she didn't want. Chase helped her to the bathroom and waited for her to get done with what she needed to do in the bathroom and when she was done he offered her some of the breakfast items and then when they were done he headed them to the workout facility. Once they were in there he took her over to the edge where there were a few chairs, and he sat her down and then sat next to her and waited for the rest of the students to appear. He knew what he was going to say, and he was going to nip things in the butt. Once everyone was in the room he glanced at everyone and caught them looking and her and whispering to themselves. Chase leaned over and whispered to Kiara, "I will be right back." Chase got up and walked up to the front of the room and glanced at all the surrounding others. This was a small amount of people compared to how many students were enrolled in the school. Currently, there were about 50 in this big room. Chase noticed that many eyes were still on Kiara, and he slightly shook his head,"Alright everyone pay attention because I am only going to say this one time. This is Kiara, and she is here to learn with everyone else. She is very bright and an excellent dancer just like the rest of you. As you will notice she is blind, and she needs assistance while she learns things. I will not stand for any rude comments or gestures towards her. Anyone caught doing so will find themselves expelled from school." Chase looked around the students, and he heard a few grasps, and he was past the point of caring, "This also includes any comments that including me, because we will be spending a lot of time together because I will be training her the moves." Chase was still watching the students with that kind of look that was telling them they best listen if they knew what was best for them." Alright places, 1st position." Chase snapped. Chase then went over to Kiara and reached for her hand, "Are you ready?" Chase smiled at Kiara as he thought about what he just said and hoped she knew he meant it. Taking her hand he leads her over to the closet bar and placed her hand on the bar." Now first position." Chase stated trying to sound the same as he did to the other students, but it was a little harder to do with her. Chase went over and started the music and started walking around the room watching everyone posture. He had to correct a few people and continued around the room." Now go through your positions and no more talking." Chase sternly said. He made his rounds over to Kiara, "So how are we doing?" He asked as he placed his hands on her back to signal her to straighten up a little. Chase really was impressed with the workout this morning, and he hoped the afternoon one was just as impressive." Alright that's a wrap for now. Each one of you know what your suppose to be working on, so I expect to see improvements this afternoon." Chase snapped, "Dismissed"Chase grabbed a towel and a bottle of water and walked over to where Kara was still standing, "Well that went ok didn't it?" He asked while he opened the water and handed it to her. "Here's some water, and a towel." Chase was drinking on his own water watching the girls that were still standing in the room he noticed one girl that was staring, and he really wished she would go away. Her name was Pauline, and she had been tying to get with him since before his mother died. His mother really wanted the two of them together, and he didn't like her, and she was the reason he had not had another partner." Are you feeling a little more comfortable?" Chase preferred the company that he had over Pauline any day, and he was biding his time when it came to her. So far she had not done anything that warranted him kicking her out of the school, but he imagined she would." So shall we go back to the room, and then we will go to my private studio to work?" Chase sighed, he knew he still needed to stretch and workout himself." We are going to have a long hard workout, and need some food in our stomachs." Chase smile "Shall we my queen." Chase could not help but smile at his comment as he took her hand in his arm. Chase walked them back to the room and took Kiara over to the table and pulled out a seat for her to sit down in. Then he went over to the fridge and made a couple of salads and ham sandwiches carried them back over to the table and then grabbed a couple of glasses of milk." I was not sure what kind of dressing you like, so we have ham sandwiches and salads." Chase said as he sat down. "If you want dressing I will get some for you." Chase took a bite of his sandwich and ponder a few things," So I hope it didn't bother you what I said this morning didn't bother you. I just don't want to deal with those girls' drama." Chase could not help but smile she was so much like him with everything, and he wished that maybe she would want more with him, but he knew a beautiful woman like her would never want him. He was always so focused on his job." I am the same way, I love my veggies, especially carrots" Chase said as he took a couple of bites." So are you ready to do some dancing with me, I promise not to step too many times on your toes." He said with a laugh. Chase had finished up with his snack and noticed that she too had finished up with hers so he cleaned up the mess and then looked back at her. He was really excited to get started with Kiara because he would be working very closely with her for days on end." Well then I might end up spoiling you, and you will never want another partner again after you work with me." Chase laughed nervously and went over and took her hand and pulled her up to him. "I believe that I will not want anyone but you." Chase could not explain it but in the short time he had spent with this woman he could not see him with anyone else. He didn't care that she was blind, it wasn't like she was helpless she just needed someone to care and love her. He would have no problem doing that if she would let him." All right, It's going to take us a long time this first time while we get use to each other's bodies. So let's go." Chase walked Kiara to his private studio where they would be able to practice away from everyone else. Chase knew it would not be easy, but he was determined to help her do this. Making it into his studio he flipped on the lights and led her in. He stood Kiara in the middle of the room and then went over and turned on some soft music. He walked over and took Kiara's hand and wrapped it around his waist and then placed his hand on her waist and they grasped the other hand, and he held her close to him." I figure we need to need to get the feel of each other's moments, and the best way to do this is to start with basic dance, and then we will move forward." Chase started them out very slowly around the room, "This is the middle of the room, and now we will move towards the edge of the room." Chase started moving them across, "1 and 2 and 3 and 4. 1 and 2 and 3 and 4." Chase continued the count as they moved to the edge. Then once they moved to the edge of the room he let her know they were there. He started doing the counting again. The four counts are what he uses for all of his productions so he knew that that would be how she would learn the spacing." Well I believe my dear you are doing beautifully." Chase said with a smile. "If it would make things easier on you, you are for than welcome to see me the way you need to." Chase she thought he would enjoy the feel of her hands all over him. He imagined she had a very sweet and gentle touch. Chase had lost himself in the dance with Kiara he could not believe how perfect she fit in his arms he almost didn't notice that she had stopped dancing, "Of course I would do that for you." Chase said with a smile"You are becoming my best friend, I hope you know that." Chase smiled and then touched his hand on her cheek. "I look at it as a trust exercise." Chase tried so become a little shorter so she could get a better feel of his face, he was trying to get her to laugh by making faces while she felt it. "So what do you think, ugly mug isn't, you the beautiful queen wouldn't want to dance with the ugly mutt like me would you?" Chase hoped she was ok with him, because he was totally fascinated with her. He felt this urge to kiss her at this moment but didn't want to break her trust. Chase smiled when he got her to giggle, he hoped he was making her feel better about herself. Her father has torn her down so much that his goal was to build her back up and show her the proper way to be treated. Well except when they get into the dancing and then it's all work, he might be an ass." Well I am going to tell you this is my production, and you will be my queen, and I only choose the most beautiful woman for the lead roles." Chase took his hands and placed them on the sides of her face and tilted it up so he could look into her eyes, which were very beautiful. "I don't care what anyone else says you are very beautiful." Chase smiled as he watched her brighten up. He could not explain it, it was like a spark that had gone out was coming back, or maybe it was going to first appear. When she ran her hand across his cheek he could not help but place his hand over her hand pulling it away he kissed her palm. He really wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to scare her. They did just meet, but there was something about her that he was drawn too. It happened when he watched her dance." You are quite welcome, we can stay here for a while if you would like, and you can just ask me questions. Get to know each other way better." Chase had many things in his past he never talked about because he live always revolved around dance. His father never had anything to do with the dance aspect of his life and had gotten upset that his mother had done nothing to stop Chase for finding interest in dance. Dr. Howard Course was a prominent doctor he has envisioned that his only son would follow in his footsteps and become a doctor, but that was nothing that Chase wanted nothing to do with that. Since he was little he always loved to watch his mother dance, and it was then it became his world. He had not seen his father since his mothers' funeral. That could be part of the reason he didn't like Kara's father, and he hadn't even met him, fathers are supposed to love their children unconditionally. He could imagine that her father treated her the way he did because she was blind. He was lost in thought looking into her eyes until she commented about his hair he had to laugh, "Well it must be the conditioner that I use. To be honest I have been dying to play with your hair. Your hair should be just as soft I used the same things." Chase probably sounded a little weird, but he used to love to play with his mothers' hair when he was younger, and then when he had to take care of her when she got sick he did it all the time. Chase led her over to the couch and had her sit down, "I will be right back" Chase told her as he went into her room and grabbed her hairbrush. They had moved all of her things from the other room and placed them in her room here. Coming back to the couch he sat down sideways and pulled Kiara in between his legs and undid her hair from the bun she had it in. Taking the brush he started to brush through her hair. Her hair too was really soft even if they had just gotten all sweaty." I have always had a thing for hair. My mother used to let me do her hair all the time, and when she got sick, I didn't have a choice I had to do it because she couldn't." Chase sighed, he really missed his mother a lot. Chase had to think about other things he liked to do, what do I like to do he thought, "Well you know I like to go to the music hall, I love to dance, I also enjoy reading a good book." Chase was still brushing her hair, "If you could do anything you wanted to do, what would it be?" Chase had already decided that he would give this woman anything she wanted. Her father had taken so much from her, and he wanted to give it back to her. Chase got continued to brush her hair and then could not help but to braid it for her. It took a little bit to French braid it perfect. He was rather picky when it can to things. When he was done he could not help but pull her back against him placing his arms around her. Chase could not help what he was feeling being around her, it was feelings he had never felt about anyone, and he had lots of girls." Now my dear you haven't answered my question, If you could do anything what would it be?" Chase just wanted to give her the world if she would let him. Chase was glad that he could make her smile, and for some reason he wanted to do anything he could do to make her smile. The smile seemed to brighten everything on her face." If you like this style I can do it every day if you would like." Chase whispered in her ear allowing his hot breath to go against her neck Chase was a little surprised by her answer to his question. He already knew that she wanted to see, but he imagined her father kept her locked up, and she never went and did anything." Wow, who is this person, I must meet him and make sure he doesn't take my favorite girl away." Chase looked up when he room door burst open before he could even get up to answer it. He had no right to question what was going on, they were both adults. Chase was holding back at the moment from just punching the bastard, which is what he wanted to do." Well we are building trust between the two of us. In order for this to work I have to build up the confidence you have broken.". Chase said calmly before he pushed the security button." Kieara is a beautiful, bright, truly talented woman and I will never let you hurt her again.". Chase had enough then pulled back his hand and punched her father square in the jaw." Since she is adult you are no longer allowed on these premises anymore. She is no longer your responsibility and if you come back again I will have you charged.". Chase said rather calmly. Chase could not understand what was taking security so long to arrive to his room, "Well you see when you signed all the papers of the school you released responsibility to the school." Chase could not believe this guy thought he was going to tell him what he could or could not do it was his school, and it was his job for the safety of the students there." The only reason you think she has a severe disability is because you keep her locked up like she will break. She is blind not physically disabled. She is very capable of doing many things, you just haven't let her learn because you want her there as your punching bag and I will not stand for it." Chase Spat out a little less calm. Chase moved over to where Kiara was standing and placed his arms on her shoulders, and he could feel how shaky he was. He promised her that she wouldn't be hurt, and he was going back her no matter what." If you want to take this to court I will not have a problem, she has enough fresh bruises and I have a very good house doctor, and we will have plenty of evidence and I have very good attorneys." Chase saw that Security had finally showed up, and he knew that he would have a talk with them later about the amount of time it had taking them to get there. He listened to her father yell at him and all he could do was pull Kiara close to his chest hoping to pass the feeling to her that she was safe. As they drug him out he was about to say something to Kiara, and he noticed she looked like she was going to be sick so he ran and grabbed the trashcan and placed it in front of her. "Kiara the trashcan is right in front of you if you need it." Chase could not believe what just happened, and he had not really paid attention that he hurt his hand when he hit her father. Luckily it was not to bad he just needs some ice." Are you ok Kiara?" Chase took care of the trashcan once she was done, and he started to cry himself when he watched her curl herself up on the floor. He bent over and picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. After this they were not doing anything the rest of the day. Chase laid her down on the bed and kissed her cheek "I will be right back." Chase went and locked his room up and went back to where he left her. He crawled in bed and pulled her close to him running his hand down her back." Shush baby, It's going to be ok now. I don't care what we have to do or how much money it cost he will never hurt you again." Chase was doing his best to calm her down and himself. Chase continued to rub her back waiting for the tears to subside, he heard her mumble a thank-you he sighed a little. She did not have to thank him, he was doing what he knew to be right. He knew he might have a tough fight, but he would do anything to keep that monster from hurting this beautiful creature ever again. He also knew he would do anything in his power to make this beautiful creature his. He could not remember the last time he ever had to comfort anyone but his mother, and his mother was probably the reason he was so protective especially after the way he treated her." I know he is your father, and you are supposed to love him, but I am sorry he treated you that way." Chase kissed her forehead. "I promise you I may not be the nicest person during practice, but here in our room I will try to be a gentleman, even though I am not perfect." Chase just closed his eyes and held onto Kiara continuing to rub her back. He really was at a loss as what to do next, but he wanted to make sure she felt safe and knew that she could trust him. Chase could not help but smile a little as he listened to her, "Well I am not much of a hero, but I will always been here whenever you need me." Chase was started to doze off a little when he heard her say his name, "What is Kiara?" Chase opened his eyes and listened to her ramblings as she talked about her feelings. He was not very surprised he just hoped that she was not having these feelings because he is treating her like she should be treated. He was a little nervous to answer because he really did like her, but he was not sure if he was falling in love with her. Furthermore, he was afraid of love. Chase moved them so he could look into her eyes, he knew she couldn't actually see him, but this let him know she was listening to him." There is no reason to feel stupid, I am honored that you are having those feelings for me. I have feelings for you too. Can I say that I love you, not right now? I don't know what love is anymore." Chase said with a sigh. Chase leaned down and gently kissed her lips, "But I don't want you to get the feeling I don't want you, this brief time I have spent with you, I can't imagine being with anyone else." Chase knew it would take them time, and they would probably have some disagreements, but he was going to train her to be self-sufficient because he was sure she could do it. But it would take time to fix what her father had done. Chase was upset with himself over this, why couldn't he just tell her that he loved her it would not have been hard. Even though she tried to smile and show him how strong she was, he could feel the change in the mood in the room. He blamed his father for the way he was feeling, why did he have to be so distant just because his mother was gone. His mother had always shown him love, but these girls around the school only used him for sex and to try and further their career. He didn't want that anymore, he wanted forever. Chase looked at Kiara and sighed and then placed his arms around her holding her close to him, he started crying in her hair." I want to love you, please don't think less of me. I need you and want you with every fiber of my being. Please teach me how to love again, I don't want to lose you." Chase thought he was going to be able to handle his emotions, but many things from his own childhood had come up. Chase curled close to Kiara holding her close to him because he was about to tell her something he never told anyone before. In fact until this situation with her father he had blocked out everything with his father. He hated the man and that was why he never had anything to do with him." I am sorry, I am usually much stronger than this. You bring out feelings in me, I have not felt in a long time." Chase sighed and then kissed her head once again." My father never touched me, but emotional damage can be just as bad. He never loved me because I never wanted to do what he wanted me too. I wanted to follow my mothers dreams. He beat her once in a while because he looked at it as if she took me away from him." Chase could not believe that he actually opened up and told her this. Chase started to calm down as she held him, something that he had not had in a long time. Here it started out to be him trying to sooth her and ended up being her soothing him. HE could feel her trying to move a little bit so he moved so she could get comfortable." Well I guess its just going to be the two of us, how does that sound to you?" Chase smiled Chase knew he could easily fall in love with this woman if he would just let himself. She was going to have to show him that he can trust her and that she was not going to go anywhere." Feel up to staying in bed with me for the rest of the day?" Chase asked as he pulled her over to his chest. Before he knew Chase had drifted off to sleep. This had been the most perfect feeling he had ever felt having Kiara in his arms and he knew he wanted her there every night, and he wondered if she would like that. Chase did not usually dream, but today he found himself in the weirdest dream a person could imagine. He found himself wandering through a hall covered in mirrors, next thing he knew he saw a beautiful young looking ballerina dancing. As he got closer he came to realize it was a younger version of his mother and could not help but smile, god he missed her." Chase my Darling boy what are you doing?". His mother asked. "It is not fair to play with that pretty ballerina's emotions." Chase really didn't understand what she was getting at, she asked for his feelings and he told her. "I told her I had feeling I just don't know about loving her right now. I was honest to her." Chase's mother just shook her head at her son, why could he not see what was in front of him. "You broke that young woman's heart you know, I can feel the sadness just pouring off of her." Chase looked at his mother then realized they were back in his room watching himself and her sleep. They looked perfect together he thought. Why did he break her heart, he still cared for her, he just didn't love her." Chase, I can tell that you have fallen in love with her, just look at the way you defended her to her father, you would not have just done that for anyone." His mother sighed at him." Mother, I am afraid to love her. What if she goes away, and I will be alone again." Chase said as he sat down on the floor with his head in his hands. His mother sat down next to him on the floor and placed her arms around him, "My darling son, you must stop worrying about the unknown. Did you ever think she might be just as afraid as you are of love, but she put herself out there for you." In the next moment his mother faded away, and he tried to stop her, but he knew that he couldn't. In the next breathe Chase awoke and looked down at Kiara and kissed her head and moved himself out of her grasp and went to the bathroom. After he got done with the bathroom he stood in the doorway and just watched her for a while. His mother was right, he did love her, and he just could not say it out loud. How could he not love her, she was talented, bright, beautiful she was just as lost as he was. He was able to have an outlet for his angry by yelling at his students, but what did she have. Chase moved his way back over to the bed and crawled over to her and pulled her tight to him and whispered into her ear. He was not sure if she was awake or not, but he would tell her." I am sorry I didn't tell you before, I do love you, but I was afraid to say it out loud." Chase said then leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Chase smiled as he watched her stretch it kind of reminded him of a little kitten all she needed to do was meow. "Hello you, I really didn't mean to wake you. I was just admiring how beautiful you were." Chase smiled and kissed her again." In case you didn't hear me I told you I do love you, it took a dream for me to realize it. I am sorry I did not come out right away and tell you." Chase leaned in and kissed her again. All of a sudden he just could not get enough of her, his mother was right he needed to let go of his feelings. Sudden he pulled himself away, "I am sorry, I don't want to push you." Chase smiled then kissed her and pulled away looking into her eyes trying to look deep into her soul. Just because she couldn't see out didn't mean he couldn't see in." Yes, Yes I do. I love you, everything about you. Your sweet, talented, beautiful, just perfect." Chase leaned down and deepened his kiss trying to war with her own tongue. Chase new that she was probably inexperienced, but he was to teach her to dance with him, he was willing to teach her to do anything she wanted. She no longer would have her father pulling her strings, he would teach her to live independently if she wanted. When she told him she was ok he started to kiss her neck, he just wanted to make her feel his love. "If you want me to stop just tell me. I don't want to do anything you don't want me too." Since that day together everything between them seem to be working perfectly. Of course like any relationship they had their ups and downs. Most of the time it was during practice for the performance, but he warned her he was a perfectionist. They were down to the wire, and they were practicing their ending number that had been the most difficult for them. They knew each other's bodies inside and out, and they worked perfectly, and he wouldn't let her not being able to see as an excuse for anything." Come on Aria, we have done this a dozen times and your still landing wrong." Chase sighed after he had tossed her and she came down wrong again. Chase was a little nervous about opening night, but they had worked it out, and they had gotten it down perfect. The whole performance had gone perfect, and it was down to their last number, and he knew they would get it. The next thing Chase remembered hearing was balls rolling around the stage and Aria falling off it hit. Chase immediately stop the show and had them close the curtains and jumped off the stage to check on her. He knew that whoever threw those marbles on the stage was going to get expelled, even though he had already had an idea of who it was. When he reached Kiara he assessed the damage and saw that her ankle was broken, 'damn it' he thought to himself. He felt bad for her, and he had gotten to know her well enough to know she was embarrassed, and it was not her fault. Chase picked her up and took her straight to the hospital that was directly next to the school and waited for the doctor to see them. Chase tried to comfort her what happened at the show was not her fault, and he refused to let her think that it was. "It's not your fault Aria, I promise." Normally Chase would have been furious at her, but this was not her fault the blame lied elsewhere. When the doctor finished up with her and was apologizing to Chase he smiled a little and shook his hand, "Thanks Phil, it's ok it was not her fault." When he told them about Kiara being pregnant being in shock was the first thing that came to his mind. Never in a million years had he ever thought about him being a father. It was his fault, he should have thought about using protection because she would not have thought about it." Thanks again Phil, I will take care of her." Chase picked her up and carried her back to their room. She was easy to carry so it didn't bother him at all. Chase still had not said anything to her, he was still in shock and was mad at himself for doing this too her. He placed her on their bed and then sat down next to her, "I am sorry all of this happened to you and I know it's my fault, I should have protected you." Chase reached over on the side table and grabbed some tissues and wiped the tears that were falling from her eyes, "Oh my sweet Angel will you not worry, I am not going anywhere." He could not understand where she got the impression that he didn't want the baby. Just because he didn't know what to say didn't mean that he didn't want to share the experience with her. "I am just sorry that you won't be able to dance for a while. I also believe I will get to expel someone, and I haven't got to do that in a long time." Chase carefully moved her a little so he could sit next to her, and he pulled her into him and held her close, "I am sorry I didn't say anything because I was in shock, if this is what you want then we will deal with it." Chase said when he kissed her. Chase was unsure how to answer her about how he felt. Was he really excited, no not really there was so much in her future that would be hindered with a baby. He wanted kids at some time he just had not thought about having them now. But he knew she was always sensitive when he said anything that had to do with their personal life." Aria, I just don't know what to feel right now. I know you have always wanted children, but you have your dancing dreams too." Chase was not thinking about himself at the moment. "I just take blame for not being more responsible." Chase sighed a little and laid his head back against the headboard, "Give me time to absorb it ok." Chase knew she was upset when she grabbed her pillow and went to the couch, but he did not know how to make it better for her. He didn't know how to be happy when he was too scared at the moment. What if he turns out like his father, that was his biggest fear. He knew one day he just wanted to run the school, in fact he had not performed in one of his shows for a long time until he met her and connected with her. He never thought he would ever have a family, so his life has just been the school. Would she want to stay and raise the family at the school, he could combine the two apartments and make one space, or move upstairs to his family quarters? He had not been there since his mother died. He knew first that he would deal with what happened tonight first. Furthermore, he got off the bed and went into the living room and walked over to the couch and bent down and kissed Aria. Just because they were having a disagreement did not mean he wouldn't acknowledge his love for her or not tell her where he was going." Aria, I love you, and I am going to hold a meeting." Chase made sure he placed the phone next to her in case she needed to get a hold of him. "I placed the phone in the usual spot." Chase leaned down one more time and kissed her again, "I love you and I will be back as soon as I can." Chase took off to have his meeting. Chase went and had his meeting, and it had not been fun. He told them that he would give them one week for the person to come out and admit to what they had done. They could have killed her because of what they had done. If something had happened to her, he would have been lost, and then to have found out that she was carrying his child it would have broken him. He was still contemplating about having a baby and of course he was scared, but he knew that he would be ok, he just needed to let things sink in. He knew he hurt her, and he was unsure how to fix it this time. Furthermore, he had always known that she wanted to have a family and a big one. It wasn't like he didn't want a family, he just didn't think he wanted one so soon. He had made a trip upstairs to the living area because it wanted to check it out. It was a rather big area, and it was something that Aria would have to learn all over again, but there was enough room for a family. It was a flat area without any stairs, and it had 4 bedrooms, plus a master bedroom. He was actually surprised at how clean it was, housekeeping must have been keeping it that way. He was glad that it had an elevator to get up to it, because it would make it easier. He finally made it back to the room and when he entered he expected to find her laying on the couch where he left her. When he didn't find her on the couch he went to see where she was. He started to get a little concerned when he could not find her. It was not like her to just take off because he knew she hated to walk with the cane, and he knew that. He placed a call to security to call him if they found her. He knew she didn't know many places so he hoped he could find her. Chase had been trying to think of all the places that she would have gone too. He didn't think she would leave the building, but he thought he would check over at the music hall. He didn't think she would go there, but he went over there and the was exactly where he found her. Chase walked up and knock on the door frame, "Can I join you in here?" Chase really hated that he had made her upset, he hated to see her cry. He promised her that things with him, it would be different and here he was making her cry." Aria, I am really sorry, but I am at a loss how to make things better. I know you want children, but this is all new for me. I never in a million years thought I would have children, and I am lost." Chase sighed as he listened to her, and she was right he had wanted to have the same thing, and he assumed now that dance had been an outlet to hide from her father. Here he was being the one person he swore to himself he would never be, his father." You right, and I am sorry I am the world's biggest ass. Is that what you want me to say." Chase sighed"All I did was ask you to give me time to get used to the idea of being a father, something that had only been in the back of my mind." Chase said as he placed his arms around her." If you want to have a big family I will be there for you, I will go back to doing what I did before you came into my life. If you want you can teach, or just raise the children." Chase sighed and kissed her cheek, he hated fighting with her. Chase just sighed and leaned his head back against the wall and listened to her ream him again. The more and more she went on the more worthless he felt. He just wanted to fix this and make her happy again, but he was at a loss at what to do. Chase knew that he wanted to be with her forever, and he would love to have many children with her. He just needed to figure out how to fix it and make it better. For the moment he just sat there with his eyes closed listening to her and all the points that she made." Alright you win, ok. I understand how you are feeling. But you are still going to be able to take care of you children like any mother. I will do everything I can to help you, anything we need to do we will do it." Chase knew that he could get children's books in Braille, he will put things in the bath tub so she can bathe the children and know water levels. It will be a lot of hard work, but he loved her, and they would get through it."You're not stupid, or selfish. If anyone is that way it has been me." Chase sighed, "Can we please go back home and talk so we can get this foot up?" Chase noticed that it was getting some swelling. Chase sighed a little and stood up and then easily picked her up to carry her back to the school and their room. How could he make her understand that he would always be there for her and that he wouldn't turn her away because of the baby, it was his baby too. He was just at a loss at what to do Walking back to their room he decided he would tell her about the meeting, "Well of course no one is turning anyone in, and I have given them a week, or I would start expelling people. I am pretty sure it was Pauline, she was the only one that I know of that is jealous enough of you." Chase got them back to the apartment and carried her inside, "So do you want to go back to the couch, or our bed." Chase sighed, "There is also the other bedroom if you would prefer." Although she had only slept in the room her first night, and he had gotten used to sleeping with her, he would do whatever she wanted. He assumed she was mad at him. Things were a little tense for the next week for them, they continued to have little spats here and there. But Chase tried the best that he could, he still had to run the school. He hated leaving her alone in the room for long, but he was always a call away if she needed him. He had learned that it was Pauline that threw the marbles on the stage, apparently there were some other students that didn't want to get expelled, and they thought what she had done was completely wrong. Furthermore, he kicked her out and called her parents and informed them of why, and they were not impressed with her. Also during this week and had been making the final touches on the family apartment hoping she would like it. He had gotten done and went back to see Aria and found her napping on the couch. He walked over and kissed her on the forehead." Hello beautiful, I am back." Chase said as he sat down on the couch lifting her feet and placing them on his lap. "How are you doing?" Chase had leaned his bead back on the sofa and sighed a little he was a little exhausted from the long day, and he just wanted to lay with his two favorite people and get lost in them." I can't even imagine what it would be like to carrying around two people." Chase said with a smile Chase began to rub the foot that was not in the brace, "You should only have a short time left with this brace isn't there?" Chase was a little excited to show Aria the new living arrangements he had been working so hard on things for her. He had everything set up so she could get around easily. He hoped she is like it. Chase could not help but laugh she was so true, "Well from what I hear I might want to bring ear plugs in the delivery room." Chase moved a little so she was practically sitting on his lap while they talked. He loved her so much and could not imagine being with anyone else. He had been seriously thought about married recently because was still a little nervous about asking her. Furthermore, he knew that she wanted to get married at some point he was just not sure what point." Well it was a hard day as usual, I will be glad when you can come out and help me." Chase smiled "Your better at dealing with people than I am. I tend to yell and you're just all sweet about everything." Chase was trying to decide whether to bring up the apartment, but decided to bring it up. "What would you think about moving into a bigger place?" Chase could not help but smirk, "I know yelling has always been my thing. But at least they like you better." Chase put his arms around Aria and then kissed her cheek. Rubbing her back he noticed she was yawning he imagined that having a baby did that too you." That was exactly what I was thinking, but the place I found is just perfect." Chase nuzzled in close. "Are you going to be ok learning a whole new place that is bigger?" Chase knew it took her awhile to learn his apartment and this was a small place. But the family home is a lot bigger, and he hoped she would be ok. There were tons of cupboards and drawers, but he had already stocked everything and placed braille labels everywhere so she knew what was where. [IMG]Name: Lord Chase Courage: 25Occupation: Owner of the Russian Ballet Company Chase had lived the ballet his whole life, while his father was off being a diplomat, he mother was at home raising him. When he was not doing his lessons for school his mother had him at her ballet studio. His mother was a world-renowned ballet dancer and had come up through the ranks and when she retired she opened her own school, which turned out the be the premier dance school in all of Russia. Of course Chase knew all about the world of the dance, even though he preferred to be behind the scenes. He wrote the plays that the ballet would perform and became a world-class playwright by the time he was 14. But then what does a person expect when the child his homeschooled by the best tutors money could buy. By the time Chase was 18 he had taking over running the school full-time. He hired a couple of teachers to help him, but for the main performances he was the one in charge. He had one rule for his school and that was no one was to call him My Lord, he might have the title but around the school he is like to be equal. Every student that had passed through his school, or ever regular who performed on his stage would tell you he is a splendid teacher, but he is very strict. He had a list of rules to follow and the best be followed. He was also very particular about his shows and never allowed them to go on unless they were perfect. So if it meant you ran a section over and over again you just dealt with it or found a different place to be. The rumor around the school was that everyone thought that Chase was gay, but his true friends knew he was just looking for the right person. He had lots of woman friends to go out on dates with and special function, but he had not found the perfect one yet.Currently, Chase was in the process of putting on the company first big production of the year, and he still had not been able to find the perfect woman for the part. For the first time in years Chase had put out an open casting call in the hopes of finding the perfect woman. Chase was sitting in the chair in the back of the room giving the dancers plenty of room. He had been sitting there for hours and nothing was too his liking. "Yet, Yet, that is with you peoples, I need perfect." Chase yelled Chase stood up and paced a little more looking at the piece of paper in his hand looking over the list of names all of these people that were supposed to be the best of the best. Well they were the best of the best of something that was for sure. It was not that they were not any good, they were just not what he was looking for. The look, grace, style, nothing compared to the idea he wanted for this part. It had to be someone who was confident enough to be on the stage by themselves. Chase noticed that the last name on his list was standing in the middle of the room. He knew about this woman, the was the blind dancer who was referred to him from some of his esteemed colleagues." Vell Ms. Kiara, show me what you have that everyone has been talking to me about." Chase was looking at her and could already tell that she had the looks that he was looking for, now if only she had the dance capabilities. Chase stood back against the wall making sure that the chair he had been sitting in was completely out of the way. He knew she really did not have a chance to get a feel for the room so he wanted to make sure nothing was in her way. He hit the control on the music box and watched her perform. Furthermore, he was walking around the perimeter of the room watching all of her leaps and Pirouette's. Even when she went on point it was beautiful. She was graceful, made each move look effortless. He could feel the love of the dance pouring out of her and how he wished he would have found her years previously. When she finished he could not help but applaud. "Wonderful, Wonderful." Chase walked up to where she was standing. "That my dear was a beautiful job, I just fish you would have been in my presence sooner." Chase reached down and grasped her hand to shake it." You have such love and passion then you dance, I would love for you to stay here and learn with us and star in the lead of my next performance." Chase could tell she was a little nervous and working aside him it was best for her to start out that way. Being nervous means you pay better attention to what is going on." There are many rules around here, and I expect them to be followed to the letter. After we get you settled we will go over everything that will be required." Chase stated firmly Chase knew she had arrived with what he would have called a handler, but he was not sure whom he was or what exactly she would require." So what do I need to provide to you to make your stay here easy on you? What is are you going to need to help you learn your dances?" Chase took the gentleman's hand and noticed that he seemed to have a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you Mr. Marcus." Chase was looking at Kiara as Marcus was explaining to him what he could do to make things a little easier. He had a very good point because it would be easier just to dance himself then teach someone else to do it all. That way while he was doing it, if there was something he didn't like he could change it." That sounds agreeable with me, if it is ok with Kiara." Chase stood back and watched how Marcus was guiding her. It actually seemed very easy to do if you were an experienced dancer. Of course, it would take some time for her to gain the trust of Chase, but it was a good thing Chase like to plan way in advance, so problems could be solved if they arose." That seems pretty simple to me, but Kiara if I were to name certain moves then you would know which they were and could do them. Perhaps have a count, like if I told you how many counts in the movement there was from the corner you were to start to let say the middle? Or do you need me to do what he is showing me exactly?" Chase smiled, "Well I hope you will stay around for quite a while so maybe we can come up with our own vocabulary." Chase looked at Marcus and gave him a firm handshake, "I am sure I will be able to get it all worked out." Chase was sure he would not have a problem with working with Kiara, in fact he was going to love the challenge. He just hoped that she would realize that he was not Marcus, and he might be a little stricter than he would be." Shall we go to your room and go over the rules now?" Chase looked at the two of them. "Also is Marcus going to be staying with us for the duration or are you just going to leave it up to me?" Chase gladly took his number and placed it in his back pocket and would have to remember to place it in his phone later. "Thank you once again Marcus, I will take good care of Kiara I promise." Chase watched Marcus leave and then he turned to Kiara. "Well shall we." Chase took Kiara hand and arm and linked it into his. "Shall we go now." Chase said with a smile in his voice. "You will have to help me out a little, I have never dealt with a blind person before, and I would hate to say something or do something that is going to offend you." Chase smiled from what she said, he could not help but tap her hand, "Well I can hope that you will always feel that way." Chase had led her to her room, and he took out a key and unlocked the door and let her go so she could get the feel of the room. "It's just a simple room with a desk, bed, dresser, small fridge, closet and a bathroom." Chase had hoped he had it set up simple enough for her, she was going to be tired after a workout with him. Chase stood back and then against the door as he watched her walk around the room. He was glad she found it agreeable." Well if you would like to take a seat in the chair I shall go over the list of rules." Chase said as he made his way over to the bed and sat on the end of it." The rules are simple, wake up is 530 am, and you have until 7 am to eat and get ready for the day. You have to be in the rehearsal hall by 7:15 am." Chase gave her a minute to process everything." This school can be rather big, but I tried to make it simple for you to be able to get around. I gave you an apartment that is attached to my living quarters in case you have any problems I am right next door. It will also be real easy for you to get to the dining hall and rehearsal hall." Chase was trying to make things as easy for her as he could, but yet make her be able to have her freedom to do what she wanted to do. Chase laughed a little, "Not a problem with me as long as you are ok being seen with the owner and the director of the school. But don't worry I am not so 80 year old guy, just a simple 25-year-old who loves what he does." Chase thought he should go over the rest of the rules. "Along with the first rules I told you I want to let you know that I have learned that you cannot place a rule on relationships because you never know what your heart will find, so I do not have a rule on dating, as long as you don't let it interfere with your work." Chase knew that it would take time with her, and he hoped she didn't get tired of him. He may have a rough exterior when it comes to the job, but outside the job he was actually very nice." As long as you follow the rules and do what you are told I am sure everything will go splendidly." Chase looked over at her and thought to himself she was a rather pretty girl and wondered if she had any boyfriends that would be bothering her, but after looking at Marcus he assumed he probably scares them all away." So do you have any questions of me, is there anything that you require?" Chase asked as he stood up from her bed. "Apparently all of your things have been brought up, and they are in the corner right next to your bed. Do you want some help putting things away?" Chase smiled and was trying to figure out why he was being so nice to her, he could have gotten one of the other students to help her out. Maybe he wanted to know he was there and wanted to gain trust. Chase put the boxes on her bed and opened them up." Well if you tell me where you want what I can do it for you." Chase laughed as he put everything away where she wanted it, "Just don't let it get around, my reputation might get a little tarnished, and we couldn't have that now can we." Chase was always a strong ass when it came to his dancers. He believed that everything had to be perfect and if it wasn't, they would hear about it." Everyone tends to keep their distance from me when we are working on a performance because I am very strict when it comes to my practices. What can I say ballet has always been my life." Chase said with a shrug. Chase had finally got everything put away and then he went back over to her. "If you would like I can wait for you to change, and then I can walk you to supper, and then you can tell me all about yourself." Chase was interested to know all about her, she was like a puzzle to him that needed to be solved. He found it very intriguing how much she could do being blind and nothing seem to get her down, and he liked that about her. Her spirit shown brightly. Chase was busy looking at a few of her book titles and had not at first noticed when she went into the bathroom. When he turned around he noticed that the bathroom door had not closed. This was something that as being a director he had gotten use to over the years, and he never thought anything of it. That was the one thing he prided himself was he was not a pervert and sometimes knew he had to help people change their costumes. He walked over towards the door, "Hmm. Kiara the door didn't shut, so I am just closing it, please don't worry." As he got closer he could not help but notice busies and scars on her body which caused him a little concern. They were not the type you would get from normal dancing. Chase sat in the chair at the desk and waited for her to come out. How could he ask her about them?" Chase smiled as she walked out of the bathroom, "Of course you look beautiful. Purple and black the two best colors to put together." Chase walked over to her and reached out and took her by the hands. "If I ask you a question will you be honest with me. I cannot help you if you are not honest." Chase really hoped the marks were accidental, but he knew deep down that they weren't. Over the years he had seen this a lot because so many parents expect so much out of their children. "Well since Marcus is not going to be around as much maybe we can come up with another way for you to do it.". Chase laughed a little. "That's why I generally only wear black then I don't worry about matching.";Chase turned back to a serious tone when he looked at her, "I could not help but notice that you have a lot of bruises and a few scars. Is someone hurting you? Abuse is something that Chase would never stand for. He might yell and scream at his students, but he would never hurt on of then like that. Chase watched her reaction very closely as she talked about her father. How could anyone want to hurt such a creature as this. She was beautiful and talented and could not imagine anyone having any reason for harming her." Why would you father even think it was right to hurt you. There is no reason for anyone to lay a hand on anyone. I don't care what you have done." Chase was very irritated over this, if her father was here he would be kissing his fist. Chase could not understand why she felt that way. "Does Marcus say the same things to you, or does he know how talented you are." Chase wanted to hug her and take away all her pain and make her realize how talented she was." Granted we have a lot of work to do, but it has nothing to do with how talented you are. I was wishing you would have been with us through all of your training."

The Perfect Ballet (Reni and Lewi)|rating:4.0

Mutant Revolt! Read All About It!

Clare sat bored at her desk. Writing stories wasn't her job. She was a reporter and this definitely would be requiring overtime pay. Still, a job was a job. And honestly she didn't mind it as much as she pretended at times. She was just about to sneak to the break room when her manager ran up, "There is a story breaking down at the park. Don't know what is happening or why, but someone said mutants are involved."" I'm on it!" Grabbing the van keys, Clare raced from the office and down the steps to the street. Opening the van's creaky door, she hopped in and banged it shut. Turning the ignition, she hoped the rest of the team would get there on time. Across town, in a music store, Mike was strumming on his guitar while leaning against a counter. It was almost closing time and no one was around except his boss. Tweaking the string, he let out a blissful sound of electric goodness. It was with irritation that he stopped to pick up his vibrating phone. Putting it to his ear, he heard the summons. With a farewell to The Boss in back, he was outside and in his jeep. Shifting into gear, he hopped from side street to side street heading towards the park. Clare wouldn't be happy if she arrived first with no cameraman to film the action. Tabitha was sat outside a quaint little café on the outskirts of town enjoying a cup of tea with a large, scruffy looking lurched curled up on the pavement beside her. This was one of the pairs favorite past times - each time a person would walk past them, she would quickly scan the persons mind for something interesting and then inform the lurched. A group of men quickly ran past, some of them bruised and some covered in blood. A fight? Those were always fun to nose in on, though as she did so, alarm bells began to go off. Four burly men against a single teenager? Not just any teenager either. Tabitha shared the image with the Lurched and she quickly finished her tea. The Lurched on the other hand, padded off down the street after the men. Standing and heading towards the park, Tabitha used her powers to spread the word of what had happened to some other members, and they continued to pass the word via mouth. Within twenty minutes the park was packed with furious mutants, made even more furious by the fact that the local ambulance crew wouldn't tend to the wounded man. It didn't matter, they had their own doctor of sorts. A man with scaled skin knelt over the injured party, using his own healing powers to heal him. Tabitha sat on a bench, watching her own occupy the park in protest and the ordinary humans began to gather around the park entrances, watching the scene unfold. Mike reached the park and stared for a moment at the pure chaos. He had no idea who was even in charge or what had happened. However, it was pretty evident that some violence had occurred. Mike frowned as he took in the scene more, the group inside the park itself was growing. And some of those in that park were mutants. Obvious by their appearance. He wondered momentarily if he should split. He was a mutant and didn't want to get pulled into anything that might get him in trouble. Opting to keep his job, Mike got up and started walking. A van pulled in precariously fast and screeched to a stop. Clare sat behind the wheel already whipping out her makeup. He rolled his eyes and changed directions. Reaching the side door of the van, he examined the camera equipment. It had survived the wild ride over. Clare looked over from the front seat and noticed his guitar strapped to his back. "You might want to leave that instrument here."" Not on your life. If things get hairy, I want an exit strategy." Shaking her head, she muttered, "Just as long as you can operate the cam I guess." She slid out and walked around the van towards a park entrance and paused. She needed someone to interview. Seeing a girl sitting on a park bench, she strode confidently towards her. Mike had the camera propped on his should and was running to catch up. He had it switched on and filming as he reached her. Which was right when she reached the girl. Clare turned momentarily to the camera, "Today, events of conflict have unfolded here in this park. Hopefully we can get to you more of what is happening." Turning confidently back to the girl on the bench, she asked, "Ma'am, what is your name? What can you tell us about this park gathering?" Tabitha sat enjoying the scenery of the park, legs crossed at the knees and one arm casually draped across the back of the wooden seat. There were more mutants than she'd expected which was always a good sign, the more that turned up the bigger the statement they could make. They weren't protesting because of poor pay or pension like the 'normal' did, all they wanted was to be treated equally. Months now they'd been protesting and still nothing, mutants were now becoming targets of hate and violence, yet the police would do nothing. Tonight that was going to change. The Lurched made a reappearance about fifteen minutes after he'd disappeared, using his size to his advantage, he had little difficulty making his way through the growing crowds outside the parks main gates. It looked like a good turn out and. The dog spotted two people approaching Tabitha. A woman and a man carrying a camera? Looks like the newspapers had beaten him here." My name is of no importance." Tabitha tore her gaze away from the mass of mutants and let it rest on the woman trying to interview her. "I can tell you that this gathering is a mutant protest. We are all here because one of us was beaten and left for dead by four thugs." The lurched approached and announced his presence with a deep bark, then pushed past the cameraman to sit at the interviewee's feet, his head resting in her lap and their eyes met for the briefest of moments. The dogs tail then began to wag and Tabitha smiled." The police are useless and refuse to help us so tonight, we're taking the law into our own hands." The female stood and turned to face the mutant mass." We know where the four are, and they will be made to pay for their crimes." She looked over her shoulder to the two." You're more than welcome to stay and catch it all on film if you'd like." "Well if you don't mind having a camera capturing it all live, then yeah I want to come." Turning back to the camera, Clare said, "They are upset over a mutant getting hurt and the police not acting. So a lynching party is going to go corral the cowboys who did this and bring about citizen justice. We can follow along, but if there are kids watching then they should probably be supervised closely." Turning towards the park, she started to lead the way. Mike grimaced at the word choice and followed, panning the camera to help get the whole scene. When he was standing by Clare, he whispered, "Huh, hey, Clare... thing is... our boss doesn't like mutants. He might use all this to get the media upset at mutants. You know, about not following rules or obeying the law..." At the look of disbelief on Clare's face, he muttered, "Forget it." Clare turned a worried eye to the group. Mike was right. Unfortunately no one knew about her... that she was also a mutant. And now here she was possibly about to make life harder for those like her. "Camera or not, we're still going to be made out to be the bad guys here." Tabitha stopped a few feet away from the mass of mutants and a single male, easily in his forties with a stern expression stepped from the crowds and approached the four. He didn't stop though, he merely slowed down as he passed Tabitha and the two shared eye contact for a few seconds, before he smirked and walked off. The Lurchers ears picked up what was said to the camera and what the cameraman said in private to the reporter. Did she really think there was going to be a lynching? The dog snorted at the thought. Tabitha led the way through the gathering, many moved out of the way for them, giving them a clear route to the heart of the group. The scaled doctor was still working on the injured mutant, though his injuries no longer seemed as severe as they had been." How is he?" She asked the doctor." He'll live." The scaled man replied without looking away from his patient. The Lurched left Tabitha's side and instead lay down beside the injured man, pale eyes resting on the two news people. Stepping into the camera's view, Clare spoke confidently,"As you can see, this mutant was badly injured. Already fellow mutants are working hard to save his life and help him to have a speedy recovery." Clare paused a moment, then decided a little history would go a long ways. Her boss might not like it, but she had to try." We are seeing history repeat itself. Just as the Irish so long ago were beaten and left for dead by the police, so now it is happening to these people. Thankfully, everyone enjoys Irish humor in this day and age with St. Paddy's day. Hopefully that same level of tolerance and living can be reached soon for mutants." Mike suppressed another grimace. Just what she should have said. It wouldn't take long for haters to put St. Paddy's day and Celebrate Mutants Holiday together and just fight harder against mutants. They wouldn't want that day to come with their prejudices. Mike was not sure how to break it to Clare that she was saying all the wrong things. But the way he saw it, she wasn't a mutant so she wouldn't understand. That was how things rolled. Unless you wore the shoes, you couldn't get the picture the same way as those who did. Panning the camera, he took in the concerned and angry faces of those who were treated badly because of genes they couldn't control. He focused on the most innocent ones there. Children. Delicate teenage girls. Worried brothers. Justifiably shaken and angered adults. Perhaps letting this reporter so close to the scene hadn't been such a wise idea. Mutants were already shown in a bad light, but to compare it to another tragedy was going to anger all those affected and that anger would then be directed at them. For the moment, Tabitha let her continue and instead focused on the doctor and his patient. The doctor finished cleaning up the last of the physical wounds he'd mended and as he did so, the patient began to regain consciousness. The thin, pasty teenage male opened his eyes and once they'd started to focus, they widened at the surrounding sight. So many faces staring down at him. The boy began to panic, the doctor tried to calm him, but it was the lurchers wire fur that did the job. The dog lay as still as a statue as the boy began to stroke his head." As long as you mind what you say and ask permission." Tabitha began, standing and turning to face the two that she'd brought over with her.". Feel free to try and interview some of my mutant brothers." She cast a brief glance to the watch on her wrist before looking to them again." We shouldn't have much longer to wait for the culprits to be brought here." Clare looked at this girl and thought to herself, but this one seems almost like a leader. I rather interview her." May I interview you? You are right here, and we have already started talking. Also, you seem to know a lot of what is going on. How did you learn of this event? What makes you a mutant?" Mike shifted the camera so that he could get both of them. Easing backwards a little, he also managed to get a good number of the crowds. So far so good. He was still glad his guitar was strapped to his back, but if he needed an exit strategy, he surely had it. Tabitha didn't like the idea of being interviewed, but she supposed that at the minute many of the surrounding mutants would not be willing to speak to a reporter, let alone an ordinary one." What makes me a mutant?" Was she asking what unnatural abilities she had? It would be easier to just show her rather than try to explain." I learned of these events while glimpsing into the minds of a group of thugs running away from the scene of the crime." Her lips didn't move in the slightest, instead her voice would be heard inside Clare's mind." I spread the word to my mutant brothers and Bastian followed the attackers to their home." As she spoke his name, she motioned to the lurched still sat with the young mutant." Please forgive the intrusion, I find it's easier to demonstrate my powers rather than explain. I merely opened a communication channel between us, your thoughts and memories are safe." Tabitha smiled." I hope that answers your questions." She spoke again, this time using her mouth, so all could hear. Clare stared at her first startled, then terrified. It was only when she was reassured that anything she thought or knew was untouched that she could breathe again. And pick up the pace that she played her mental Tetris came. Tetris of bejeweled. Either one was always playing in her mind in case she ran across people such as these. Regaining her composure, she said, "That was really fascinating. Turning to the camera, she explained, "As you saw, for a moment our mutant friend stopped talking. At least with her lips. I could hear her voice in my head explaining that this was her mutant ability." She decided to leave it simply like that and not explain Batman to the camera. Mike blinked at the moment of silence, but with Clare explaining things, he felt a glimpse of hope that perhaps she might be one of the non-mutants to like mutants. That would be great if he could trust his partner. Not that he had a reason not to. She was just incredibly naive to him. Hearing a ruckus behind him, he turned and pointed the camera at them. Zooming in, he tried to focus on the exact place of incoming disturbance. Tabitha had more important things to worry about at the minute, she'd read the minds of enough reporters and journalists in the past to know what to expect anyway. While her powers were explained to the camera, she could hear the noise picking up behind her and knew just what was going on. The man that had passed them earlier had returned. All four of him. Each copy of the man had one of the thugs in tow, each had their hands bound with rope and held tightly by the copy. The thugs were understandably not too happy about being treated like this and were doing everything they could to break free. Getting them through the crowd of onlookers at the parks gates was difficult, the man had to create a few more duplicates of himself to prevent those around him trying to free the guilty men. But finally they made it into the park and began approaching the gathering of mutants, the thugs fell silent at the sight, now realizing just how much trouble they were in." Our guests have arrived." Tabitha turned once more and walked towards the young mutant that had been attacked. Bastian, upon hearing the commotion, rose to his feet and stood protectively in front of the mutant. Nothing would happen to the mutant, but he hoped by doing this it would give him the confidence to do what needed to be done. The mutants moved aside, clearing a path for the thugs directly to the one they'd attacked earlier. Tabitha helped the mutant to his feet and remained at his side, though her lips weren't moving it was likely she was communicating with him the same way she'd used with Clare. Mike felt uneasy watching the thugs bring in. It had the makings of violence or misinterpretation. With Clare being the only non-mutant within the actual park, he was starting to get worried. If things got violent, it would all be captured on camera. The live feed going back to the office would still be used. Stepping around so that Clare was no longer in the view of his heavy camera, but the main action was, he motioned to her to get behind him. Clare bristled at the intended advice. She was a reporter and reporters should be willing to go into the thick of things no matter the danger. She didn't need anyone pulling her. But she thought better of a lecture. Those at the office would think it unprofessional. So she stalked right on ahead, walking up close to where the thugs were being held. "Excuse me, pardon me, what are your intentions with these men? What are you going to do?" He aimed his camera in their direction hoping for sound bites or clues to what was about to happen. Tabitha heard the questions and looked from the terrified thugs to the reporter trying to get an answer from anyone as to what was going on." We are going to show these thugs just what sort of people we are." Was her simple but rather ominous reply. The thugs were brought before the victim one by one and forced down onto their knees by the man of many clones. As the last of the thugs was forced to his knees, the clones returned to the original man, and he stepped back into the crowd to watch. The pathway had now disappeared, the angered mass were all gathered to watch what was going to happen. For a few tense moments nothing happened, the victim eyed up the men before him, a look of terror in his eyes as his beating replayed in his mind. It replayed several times until he finally looked at the dog beside him. Bastian was sat glaring at the men in front of them, they were nothing but bullies and thugs, lashing out at anyone or anything different. Finally, he worked up enough courage to get to his feet and though he refused to step any closer to the men, the look of terror had all but disappeared. Well it had disappeared from the victim, but the thugs seemed to have adopted it." I..." The male started, his voice catching in his throat." I forgive you. A-all of you." The crowd was enclosed around the men and the victim. The sense of anger filling the air. Mike felt grumpy, and a bit alarmed as the path closed up, and he lost camera view of what was happening. Not just the camera view, but also sight of Clare. She was there as he could see the top of her head, but he didn't know what was happening. The only thing that came through his ear bud was the sound of the victim. The words also reached the office. Simple words of forgiveness. Clare stood shocked. Her mouth hanging open. That was it? This was justice? If society ran that way, then there would definitely be more crime. Still, she could see how this was a good move. No violence meant a better rep for the mutants. She almost thought of herself as a mutant, but her mental game of Tetris increased faster blocking out that thought from forming. She simply stood shocked, mouth obviously hanging open. Back at the office, silence greeted the display screen and speakers. Their boss, Berns, stood there arms folded. His brain taking the footage that was captured and already twisted it for the next news segment. Not just the news but the newspapers too. Those near him saw the look in his eyes and edged away. It had taken a lot of talking and convincing to get the mutants on her side, to prove to them that violence was not the answer in this day and age. They had to prove that they were just as human as the normal folk around them and in her mind, this was how they did it. Though it wasn't just the peaceful way of resolving the issue that thugs like these had to deal with, they also now knew that the mutants knew where they lived so if they did choose to attack another, they would have to watch their backs. Who knew what would happen if they were caught a second time? The doctor appeared beside the teenager and eventually led him away through the crowds to take him home. Now that the main event was over, the mutant mass began to disperse in all directions. Many of the mutants gave the thugs dirty looks before they left, though a handful laughed at how pitiful they looked at that moment. Tabitha stepped in front of the thugs and looked down to them." I don't think you were expecting that, were you? A mutant more human than you." The lurched walked around the left side of the thugs and by the time he'd reached the right side, he was a dog no more. Bastian completed the circle and stopped beside Tabitha." Get out of my sight. Now." The man growled, and the thugs did as they were told. They rose to their feet and scarpered towards the crowd gathered at the gates. Clare followed the men, wanting to interview them. The crowd at the gates though didn't realise at first she was a reporter. They let the fleeing men through and stepped between them and those who might follow. She stood there frustrated, knowing that the crowd was rather clueless. Clenching her fists, she let out a sigh and turned around. Mike stood before her, a little out of breath from working his way through to her with a big camera on his shoulder." Can we get out of here? Please? There is no more story. Boss will take this and do what he wants with it." She noted that the camera was turned off and nodded assent." Good." He turned and began to lead the way out of there. She followed in a more subdued way. There was a lot of food for thought in what had happened. She appreciated how things were handled, but wished that the forgiving part had been captured on film. As Mike reached the van and opened the door, she piped up,"Hey wait, give me the tape from the camera." There was always two pieces of the recording. The one in the camera and the one that went wirelessly to the office." I want to keep it for a bit." Just in case... Mike gave her a long look, wondering if she wasn't as dumb as she appeared, and then set the camera down on the floor of the van. Opening of the side, he pulled out the tape and quietly handed it over." Thanks"was all Clare said as she pocketed the tape. Tabitha was the last mutant to leave the park, she'd thanked many for keeping their cool and even more for simply turning up. Surely if they kept this up the rest of the world would realize that mutants weren't really any different to the rest of them? Changing someone's perspective wasn't that easy, this she was aware of, and she was fully prepared to wake up the following morning to see the film the cameraman and his journalist shot twisted to make them look bad. Still, she supposed as much as they could twist it, the thugs were still alive and unharmed so they couldn't be blamed for that." Let's move already, someone in that mob will have called the police and I don't want to be here when they arrive." Bastian looked to the crowd still gathered at the gates, there weren't as many, but he still didn't like the look of them." You're right, lets head home, we won't know what the damage is until morning anyway." Tabitha turned on her heel and with Bastian the lurched back at her heel, the two walked across the park, taking the long way back to the apartment block they shared with not only other mutants, but normal people society had forgotten or neglected. Mike was curious as to where they were going. This wasn't the route back to the office, unless it was the scenic route. Whatever the case, he kept quiet. Something at the park had changed Clare's normal no nonsense behavior. She was not being as reckless as she normally was. They pulled up outside a cemetery and came to a stop." I'm going to pay my respects to someone. Guard the van." With that Clare was gone. He watched curiously but said nothing more as she walked out of sight. Reaching a small stone vault, Clare pulled out a key and unlocked the gate. Going inside, she pulled the gate shut with a click. It housed the cremated remains of her family. They cremated them because of a family secret that they had guarded for years. With the dawn of mutants, she learned that perhaps they were not so strange after all. There were numerous small vaults with their doors closed. She bypassed them and walked up to a plaque. It seemed like solid metal and so it was. She placed her hand over it and a moment later it was a lot larger and fluffier. Pulling the cotton back to reveal an entrance, she placed the tape safely inside with other documentation of "what really happened" that she figured should be saved in case it was needed. Then pulling the cotton back over the opening, she changed it back into a thick and solid metal. It was not long later when they pulled up outside the newsroom. Mike grimaced,"I'm not needed now. Send a text if you need a cameraman." She waved him away as she headed inside. He turned and started trudging down to the sidewalk. He would just catch a bus back to the park where his bike was left. Clare reached the main office floor and saw that different people were working on assignments. Everyone was strangely quiet with little chatter going on. She went to her desk and sat down. Looking through the papers lying around, she saw no new assignments. It was then she realised that her boss was cutting her out of the loop on this one. Berns was bending over the shoulder of the videographer. He wanted the news to be spectacular. They carefully pieced together the clips. Quote: Clare turned momentarily to the camera, "Today, events of conflict have unfolded here in this park. Hopefully we can get to you more of what is happening." Turning confidently back to the girl on the bench, she asked, "Ma'am, what is your name? What can you tell us about this park gathering?" Quote: "My name is of no importance." Tabitha tore her gaze away from the mass of mutants and let it rest on the woman trying to interview her. "I can tell you that this gathering is a mutant protest. Quote: we're taking the law into our own hands." The female stood and turned to face the mutant mass. "We know where the four are, and they will be made to pay Quote: So a lynching party is going to go corral the cowboys who did this and bring about citizen justice. We can follow along, but if there are kids watching then they should probably be supervised closely." Turning towards the park, she started to lead the way. Quote: Panning the camera, he took in the concerned and angry faces of those who were treated badly because of genes they couldn't control. He focused on the most innocent ones there. Children. Delicate teenage girls. Worried brothers. Justifiably shaken and angered adults. Quote: The man that had passed them earlier had returned. All four of him. Each copy of the man had one of the thugs in tow, each had their hands bound with rope and held tightly by the copy. The thugs were understandably not too happy about being treated like this and were doing everything they could to break free. Getting them through the crowd of onlookers at the parks gates was difficult, the man had to create a few more duplicates of himself to prevent those around him trying to free the guilty men. But finally they made it into the park and began approaching the gathering of mutants, the thugs fell silent at the sight, now realizing just how much trouble they were in. Quote: So she stalked right on ahead, walking up close to where the thugs were being held. "Excuse me, pardon me, what are your intentions with these men? What are you going to do?" He aimed his camera in their direction hoping for sound bites or clues to what was about to happen. Quote: The thugs were brought before the victim one by one and forced down onto their knees by the man of many clones. As the last of the thugs was forced to his knees, the clones returned to the original man, and he stepped back into the crowd to watch. The pathway had now disappeared, the angered mass were all gathered to watch what was going to happen. Quote: The crowd was enclosed around the men and the victim. The sense of anger filling the air. Mike felt grumpy, and a bit alarmed as the path closed up, and he lost camera view of what was happening. Berns smiled and grinned. Then he added the clips they had done with their news reporter saying that there had been unrest among mutants today. It went at the beginning. Then at the end the reporter came back on to say,"And that folks is the beginning of the mutant revolt. Just like America's Revolution from Britain, the shot that was heard around the world has happened. Who is safe?" With that days events still fresh in their minds, both Tabitha and Bastian sat in the lobby for a few hours discussing what had happened with the mutants who had been unable to make it. They seemed pleased that it had all ended peacefully, though they began to worry when they heard about the journalist and her cameraman that had been allowed to witness and record what had gone on. The event in the park was going to be twisted and mutants were going to be made into the bad guys, many of the mutants grew restless and retired to their rooms. Tabitha remained hopeful that at least some good would come of what they did, but Bastian didn't share her views, this was just the beginning, and he had a bad feeling about what was to come. The following morning Tabitha rose to the sound of her alarm clock at seven, though she had no need to get up early and would likely only spend the day in the park with Bastian. Still, she wanted to get her hands on the papers before everyone else was awake and see what the press made of their gathering in the park. After throwing on a fresh pair of clothes, the female left her room and went to call on Bastian. Her friend, it would appear, was already 'dressed' too. The apartment door opened and the large, scruffy lurched stepped into the doorway. A psychic greeting occurred, and the duo took the familiar route from the apartment building and into the park. There was a newsstand on the other side of the park that they always brought the daily paper from and today would be no different. Unlike a 'normal' dog, Bastian had no collar, was not walked on a lead and was not running across the park like a lunatic, sniffing and exploring everything. He walked alongside Tabitha, eyes and ears always aware of what was going on around him. Approaching the stand as the seller was setting up, the two stood and waited patiently for the man to finish. Mike slumped into the park. He had gone to work early only to be met by his boss. The man was nice and sympatric. But he explained that Mike was known at that store as a mutant. So he couldn't stay. In explanation, Mike's boss had pointed up at the TV. Clare's boss had put together footage, and it was replaying over and over again on the news. He felt sick. Not even the birds chirping up in the trees did him much good. Walking into the small, old amphitheater, his footsteps sound forlorn and lost. He wanted to take off his guitar and hit it hard. Send his powers through it to blast everything in sight. But he had enough common sense to hold himself in check. Just what he needed was to have a battle zone at the very place of the news footage. Walking up onto the stage, he set down his equipment and hooked up his electronic guitar. Then half standing, half sitting on the edge of a picnic table that had gotten dragged there, he started gently strumming. Willing some joy into not just his soul, but in the world itself. His music brought small children who were playing at a nearby playground. He smiled at them and started doing cute little musical jaunts. Maybe his real powers wasn't the mutant abilities. Maybe his real powers were playing the guitar for kids. It felt just as good. The headlines caused Tabitha's heart to sink. Violence never solved anything and yet it would appear the peaceful approach wouldn't either. Or perhaps it would and she just needed another angle? Either way, she hoped there would be no side effects to these twisted stories, humans attacking mutants was bad enough, but mutants turning on humans was a whole other kettle of fish. Having paid for the paper, she turned in the direction of the bench they usually occupied around this time and took a few steps forward before nothing something was missing. Bastian had turned in the opposite direction, his ears having picked up the sounds of music coming from the old amphitheater. There were no events planned for the park for that day and after getting his friends attention and informing her of the music, the two of them went to see what was going on. As they approached they saw a crowd of children all happy and dancing along to the music being played by. The cameraman from the night before? Curious, the two of them stood a few feet away from the children, enjoying the music and the carefree atmosphere that came with them. Mike felt a bit lost in his own world, enjoying the giggles of the kids. It was a bit of a shock when at one point he looked up and saw the lady they had interviewed the day before. Not wanting to interrupt the kids' play but wanting to apologize to her, he fretfully wondered how to achieve both. Finally, he simply slowed his strumming until he ended with a soft note. The kids came up to shake hands and give high-fives before they moved off to play elsewhere. Seeing his chance, he shyly ducked his head as he approached. When he was still several yards away, he paused and awkwardly handled his guitar." Uh, high. Look I'm sorry about yesterday. Clare is rather naive, and her boss doesn't like mutants. There was nothing that could have been done to avoid it. I'm sorry you got caught in that too." He blushed and looked down. Guilt warring on his heart. Bastian had been enjoying the music, he'd just gotten settled on the floor when it came to an end with a final soft note. The kids ran off to play elsewhere and the man on stage began to awkwardly approach them." You don't need to apologize." Tabitha replied, smiling at the man in front of her." The footage you recorded was the truth and you both witnessed it first hand, it's unfortunate, but we've gotten used to the media twisting stories about us. But we will endeavor." Looking over the men shoulder she glanced at the amphitheater and then back to him." So are you a musician in your free time or a cameraman?" He smiled. These two seemed very pleasant, even if one was in dog form. "I am a musician first and foremost. With every fiber of my being. However, I am working part-time as Clare's cameraman. Each of the reporters is given a small expense allowance allowing them to hire their own workers. She hired me. Good thing too. At this point, her paycheck is my only paycheck. Who would have thought my own work would get me fired. But that is a rather sore subject so, let's move on. What brought you both out this morning? It seems you are tied to the park somehow." Tabitha assumed it was last night's events that had gotten him the sack, and she did feel somewhat responsible for it." Well, at least you have the freedom now to pursue a musical career, if that's what you wanted?" Tied to the park? They weren't tied to it really, they just enjoyed spending time in it though she could see where he got that assumption from. They'd met twice so far and on both occasions they were in the park." We came out to buy the morning paper and see what had been made of last night's events. But we do visit the park quite a lot, we live nearby and." She looked to Bastian, the giant hound sat beside her." We are normal in the park, just a woman walking her dog." She looked up to Todd." He and I can converse no matter what 'outfit' he is wearing, would you like to hear him? At the minute he can understand you, and it seems a bit rude that you cannot hear him." He chuckled, glad that he had run into these two after all. It was something he had been really hesitant about. After all, he had been the one to hold the camera. If he had just squeezed into the crowd a little more and gotten footage of what had really happened yesterday. Looking down at Bastian, he said, "Sure. No offense was taken at all." Thoughtful was what these two were. Better than some of the unruly gangs he had run across in the inner city. Clare would have been safe here with them after all. It was nice to know there was still decent people left in this world. "I wouldn't speak too soon, you've not heard the way Bastian speaks." The female chuckled, she adored Bastian she truly did and over the years, she'd gotten used to the things he said and the way he said them. Or rather thought them." You were here last night, so I'm sure you know what my 'gift' is, unlike your reporter friend you don't need to play mind games to keep me out. If you just imagine a door in front of the thoughts and memories you don't want me to see, I'll take the hint and stay away." Tabitha explained before locking eyes on the male and focusing, a few seconds later he would hear a soft buzzing in his head before it cleared." Okay, Bastian, say something."". Woof."" Not exactly what I had in mind, but it works." He was a bit startled to hear that Clare played mind games. What kind of mind games? He didn't have both to pursue the question and listened somewhat eagerly for Bastian's "voice." What he heard made him laugh. Mentally that is. A grin covered his face. This was awesome, finding someone with such a sense of humor. Relief flooded through him again, and mentally he thought,"Meow"*****Clare walked into the grocery store and pulled a shopping cart out of the line of carts. Walking down the vegetable aisles, she picked out vegetables for stir fry. Then she moved on to the canned goods section. A voiced boomed out behind her, drawing the attention of other customers." Here is someone who knows how to make a stand. You are the reporter on the news this morning." A big burly man walked up to her and grabbed her hand. Shaking it vigorously, he turned and said to a friend of his,"We need more people like her." Letting go, he walked to the front of the store,"Ladies and Gentlemen, the mutants might think they can get away with stuff like they are. But they shouldn't be. If the politicians doesn't do anything about it, then we should. We the people are the ones who decide how our country is going to be. Are we going to let it become a mad house?" Clare shrank back at the anger in his voice, fear igniting when she saw others nodding at what he was saying. "Ugh. A comedian."" Be nice, it isn't his fault you woke up on the wrong side of your basket." Tabitha frowned as she spoke and looked to Todd apologetically." His bark is worse than his bite, don't mind him. He's upset about the headlines, he'll get over it eventually."" No, I won't. There is no getting over something like this. Those headlines will lead to more attacks on us and not all of us are going to stand idly by and take it." Tabitha knew he was right, it was only a matter of time before things escalated and with all those faces caught on camera, those recognized would be targeted first." You're right, of course, but it can wait until tonight's meeting." The two looked at one another for a moment, before Bastian snorted and looked away. With a sigh, she looked back to Todd." So where is our favorite reporter today?" He shrugged and thought back, fingers idly strumming the guitar strings,"I last saw her at the news station yesterday. I suppose they will have her writing news articles or driving around looking for a story. I worry about her though. She is sorta a friend so, I don't want her getting caught in these crossfires. She has nothing against mutants that I can tell. Furthermore, she throws herself into books when there is nothing else to do." Turning he looked out across the park, children playing innocently,"She is too innocent despite her role in life. But she is smart. Sometimes she does things that make a person wonder if she might have a better grasp on events than we do."*****A man stood up against the burly complainer." That is what we said about French before the American Revolution. That is what we said about the Chinese when building the railroads. That is what we said about the Irish during the Great Depression. That is what we said about the Germans during WWI and WWII. That is what we said about the Mexicans. Yet they all integrated and became a part of society. We get along with them all. They make life better. Now you say that about mutants... kids, babies, women, men like you and me, who were born that way. Don't forget Hitler idealized blonde hair and blue eyes. Is it your fault you are flawed with brown hair and brown eyes?" Another person added an amen to that. The burly man said,"Bah, you don't know a threat when it had a knife at your throat. Only when you are bleeding to death will you see the truth." He turned to leave, the look in his eyes dangerous. Clare gulped and wanted to hide. A friendly hand on her shoulder made her jump slightly. A woman gave her a small smile." Don't let them get to you. Build a tough skin, listen and learn, and live as best as you can." She nodded and made for the check-out counter. "From what I saw last night, she isn't the sort to get caught in crossfire, she throws herself straight into it. Though I suppose given her career choice, that is perhaps the best way to be." Tabitha replied with a brief smile. It was times like this that she often wondered how different her own life would have been if she'd chosen a career rather than decided to fight for mutant rights. No. She couldn't imagine herself sitting at a desk or standing behind a counter." Nobody is innocent these days." Bastian rose from his resting place and stretched his long body." I'm hungry, you promised me something to eat after we picked up the paper." The male looked up to his friend." Oh, yes, sorry." Tabitha looked to Mike." Would you like to join us?" He smiled gratefully at her, "I would be most grateful for the company." In truth, he was growing lonely. More and more of those he had hung out with him were making themselves scarce. Either because he was a mutant and they were not or worse, they didn't like that he didn't hide his abilities. "It means a lot that you don't mind me tagging along." It was and afterthought. Still, he wanted to express his thanks. There was enough lack of communication in the world already as it was.*****Clare stepped outside with her bags of groceries. Seeing a homeless man sitting against the store wall by the corner, she kept an eye on him while she put her groceries into her car. Keeping out some fruit and a deli sandwich, she looked around the van's backseat for something trivial. A child's play plastic necklace caught her eye. Garage sales were the source of such odd trinkets. She picked it up and put it in a small paper bag with the fruit and sandwich. Walking casually over to him, she handed him the bag quietly, squeezed his shoulder, and went back to her van. Climbing inside, she started up and drove away. Back at the store, the homeless man opened the bag and eyes widened in surprise. Not at the food. That he could smell. But at the expensive silver sterling necklace that lay inside. It was enough to take care of him for a few months if he wished to clean up, buy some clothes, and rent a small apartment. "Of course we don't mind having you with us. We're always more than happy to meet new people, especially when they happen to be just like us." Meeting new mutants was always an interesting experience, yet no two mutants she knew had the same powers, some were similar but not quite the same." Bastian you will need to change into something more appropriate if we're going to eat." Bastian wasn't too fond of his 'human' form, he found that people considered him with less suspicion when he was dressed as men best friend. But in this instance, he supposed Tabitha was right, very few places let dogs inside and fewer still actually fed dogs. The lurched lifted himself onto his hind legs and as he rose to full height, his body changed from that of the shaggy dog, to that of the man that had scared the thugs off last night." Happy?"" Always." Tabitha smiled and turned on her heel, starting towards the town on the other side of the park. Driving down the street, Clare saw a commotion outside the library. Pulling over, she watched for a moment until she got an idea of what was going on. Pulling out her phone, she quickly sent a text message. Then she pulled down the mirror and began double-checking her hair and makeup. In the back of the van was a dressy jacket that she easily pulled on over her blouse. Now she looked professional. In the glove box was her reporters badge. She clipped that onto her jacket. Then she stepped out of the driver's side and walked around to where the side door was. Opening it, she began pulling out the video equipment and getting it prepped. It appeared there was an anti-mutant group trying to get mutants to not be able to use the public library anymore.*****Mike heard the beep of his phone and pulled it out. Opening the text message, he read, "Anti-mutant group at library. Get over here cameraman." Groaning, he mentally showed Tabitha the text message as well as his concerned feelings. Verbally he explained,"She is going to get hurt one of these days. It doesn't matter which side of the fence she may or may not be on. She is going to get hurt." Rubbing a hand over his face, he turned and looked towards his bike." I have to run. Can't leave her alone with a mob forming." Tabitha saw the text message and could only sign in response, she had hoped this sort of thing wouldn't happen after last night, but the way the news had been twisted." Isn't that the risk all reporters make? Travelling the world to some of the most dangerous places to give us up-to-date news?" But Claire was not her main concern at that moment, if there was an anti-mutant group forming it wouldn't be long until a crowd gathered and the mutants trying to get in, or even out, of the library would be put at risk." Looks like we best head over too, Bastian can you go on ahead?" Tabitha asked, and her friend was only too happy to oblige. The lurched transformed into a pigeon and took off towards the library. Within minutes, he'd arrived and perched on a ledge atop the library with other unsuspecting pigeon, watching the scene unfold below them. There were a small group of mutants stood at the bottom of the steps leading into the library, their arms full of books they had intended on returning but found themselves unable to do so. Among those trying to return books was, unfortunately, the teenage boy beaten the night before. Just couldn't catch a break, could he? Having the camera prepped and ready to go, Clare picked up the microphone that was cordless and looked at it. The mood wasn't very good for interviews at the moment. The likelihood and being able to do interviews was rather slim. This group was just not good at it. Looking over at them, her eyes narrowed. The world needed to see this though. See that non-mutants were less than kind. Deciding not to interfere, she turned and looked at what she could use instead. Opening a compartment, Clare pulled out a headset. Fitting it under her brown hair and carefully setting it so that it captured large area sounds, she sent a test message to the office. A voice came on the line,"Clare, whatever you are using the mic for, be careful. Doesn't sound good where you are at." She grunted and nodded. Hooking up another piece inside her jacket, she used a laptop in the van to secretly connect wirelessly and record. She would have her own record of what happened here. Grabbing the smaller and more portable camera, she turned and headed for the crowd. It wasn't pretty. Insults flew, mostly one direction. Deciding to be a bit biased. She focused on the angriest humans and the most scared, youngest, and most innocent of mutants. The contrast was severe. Clare was careful to not include those who looked unsure of what they were supposed to be doing. Clean cut boundaries were needed here. Letting the microphone capture everything. Letting the camera carefully show the inhumane hatred against the mutants. She felt a bit smug. Some of those there though noticed her camera and were less than pleased. She caught on film them advancing towards her, yelling at her to turn off her camera. She yelled back,"Why? The mutants never minded me filming them. What are you so afraid of? Don't you want the world to know the truth? Isn't this activity glorious enough to be on the news?" One of them sneered,"We aren't fools. This is a mob. Besides, sometimes things need doing that polite society wants, but they don't want to be aware of it. Now shut it down." Lifting her chin, she said clearly,"No." Even as she said it though, she felt her stomach curdle. A small piece of fear started to grow. Hearing a motorcycle pulled up nearby, she felt a small measure of relief. Mike was nearby and would hopefully get his butt over soon. If nothing else, he would at least make sure they didn't lay a hand on her. But it wasn't soon enough. Another of the three grabbed her camera, failing to notice the head piece. As he smashed it to the ground, it was recorded. Believing it now safe to talk, he leaned in close to her face and hissed,"I don't get to rough up others much anymore. Parole and all. You stay out of this. Big money is backing this..."reaching up to fiercely clutch her chin, he added,"and not even the City Commissioner wants this stopped." She froze. It was sitting and watching this unruly mob that made him proud to be a mutant, at least when they protested they did so peacefully and nobody got hurt. Even from where he was sat watching, he could clearly hear the shouting, the swearing and the threats being made against the young mutants. It was the younger generations that he felt sorry for, they were living in a day and age where it was increasingly difficult to hide what they were, once they'd been found out that was it. The Internet was one of the world's greatest inventions and yet one of the worst in his eyes. Then he noticed that reporter from the night before getting herself ready by her van. Watching curiously, he observed her hide the headset and then retrieve a smaller came from inside the vehicle. Was she really going to walk into this mob on her own? Last night she was protected but today? These non-mutants were nothing but a group of narrow-minded thugs and after only a few minutes, they began to show their true colors towards her. He wasn't going to sit around and watch as men twice her size started to bully her, what sort of man would that make him? Swooping off the ledge and disappearing behind the building, everyone was busy around the front to notice him changing. A foot above ground level, Bastian changed from the small pigeon to the considerably larger lurched. On large paws he padded around the building to where the mob was gathered and used his size to force his way through the crowd and towards Claire. By the time he arrived the man had her by the chin and hissing words in her face. A pleasant sight his face must have been. While he could have transformed into a more intimidating animal, a wild one perhaps? He had always wanted to change into a tiger and run mock among mobs like this, but Tabitha had always stopped him. Perhaps she was right. So, using his current form to his advantage, Bastian acted like a loyal dog trying to protect its owner. Barking loudly to get the men attention, he wrinkled his muzzle to bare his teeth and began to snarl loudly. The guy holding her chin turned at looked down at the dog with a raised eyebrow. Angrily, he said,"You two going to let this nuisance ruin a good time for me?" They grinned and moved to block the dog's path between him and Clare, believing their leather outfits protected them. He turned back Clare, still unaware of it being recorded, "You going to die tonight. I don't care what it takes. You will get what is coming to you. And I will have the pleasure of making it look like a mutant attack." Clare stared at him wide-eyed, then grinned. He responded with blow to her stomach. She doubled over. Normally she would have gritted her teeth in defiance, but there was a recording of this. So she let out a small cry. Part of her hated showing that she, a reporter, could be hurt. But she knew that this might be the only way to show what villains they were. Mike jumped off his bicycle and ran for the van. Clare wasn't there. He looked inside and saw the camera equipment ready for him. Turning, he surveyed the crowd, eyes resting on Clare with three hoodlums and a dog. Turning the camera from the van and flipping it on, he let it start recording. It caught on tape her being punched. Grabbing his guitar by the neck and swinging it around in front of him, Mike rested his hands in place. Then he strummed. Unlike at the part, where the sounds were completely normal for a guitar not hooked up to a vamp or other devices, this time it rolled with power. The first notes were meant for one purpose. Make everyone freeze. That was what he wanted the most. Paralyzing everyone in place that stood in any way in front of him, he used the notes to bring them to a standstill. Then he switched over, pushing feelings of how wrong this anger was. It wasn't enough to change minds, but having such feelings did help keep any more violence from occurring. Then he shifted again, sounding out gentler notes that brought images of home to mind. He instilled in this presence a desire simply to go home. Peacefully. There was no energy left for anger or drama. When he finally stopped and let them go from his grip, the bystanders who might have been pulled into the mob began walking away. Only the ring leaders stayed, staring in disbelief. Bastian stared up at the men now blocking his way and while he continued to snarl, he also lowered his body onto his front paws and looked as though he was getting ready to pounce. Leather outfits or not, he wasn't a real dog and knew exactly where he wanted to strike. Though he couldn't see what was happening behind those two lugs, he did hear Clare cry out in pain and as he was about to pounce on the smaller of the two men, but something happened that froze him in place. Music? It took him a few seconds to figure it out and with his hearing as acute as a dog at that moment, he was unable to break free from the spell Mike had put them all under. It didn't rid the shape-shifter of his anger, it wasn't mindless and pointless anger after all, it was aimed at the man that had punched a woman. Images of home began to wash through his mind, and it was only through Tabitha's intervention that those images were blocked out once more. Tabitha arrived not long after Mike, though she stayed back and observed from a distance. The man seemed to know what he was doing and handled the crowd with ease. Many of those that had joined the crowd eventually dispersed, leaving only the three men and the group of mutants that seemed more at ease now the crowds had gone. Seeing that Bastian was trying to get to Clare, Tabitha strolled over to the group of mutants to see if they were okay. While the ring leaders were distracted, staring at Mike with a look of disbelief, Bastian relaxed his stance and walked around the men, putting himself between them and the reporter. They didn't seem to have reacted to the music in the same way as the others, and they weren't going to leave so easily, so it looked like he would be able to try out another outfit after all. All he needed to do was scare they away, so what should he wear? It didn't take him long to figure it out, and the lurched slowly rose to stand on his hind legs, in doing so his form shifted from the scruffy dog to a shaggy brown bear. Standing on his hind legs like this he was easily taller than the three men and began to growl at them, this time hoping they would take him seriously. Clare felt shock when the snarling dog came to her defense. But it was compounded by alarm when it changed into a bear. A rational part of her whispered that it was a mutant. That no harm would come to her now. But another part screamed to run from the bear. The end result was Clare's face going white and her stumbling back a pace before her weak legs gave out under her. Going into a kneeling position and then a sitting position, she stared up at it open-mouthed. You don't generally see bears in town. Mike quietly slung his guitar back onto his back. Bastian would not let them touch Clare again. A part of him wanted to pound some of his anger into the strings of his instrument and tear their limbs from their bodies. But he wasn't an animal. He began quietly picking up the camera equipment and packing it away. Noticing the recording Clare had started, Mike reached over to stop it and save it. Then he powered down the electronics and stowed them away before anyone up to mischief came over to cause trouble. Clare was getting evidence. He didn't know why, for whom, or for what, but he could see how it might be in opposition to her boss' "evidence." Clare watched as if in a dream as the rough men cringed and backed away. They were trying to look tough, but it wasn't coming out very good. As they edged back, and noticed that they were more than outnumbered, they started a faster pace away. But the leader looked at Clare right in the eye. She felt a shudder course through her and clenched her fists on the sides of her thighs to suppress it. Fear had no place in her life. How dare she feel any. When the men started moving away at a pace Bastian deemed suitable, he sent one final snarl after them before deciding that was enough for now. They were retreating after all, there was little to gain from taking any other action against them at the minute. The large grizzly slowly began to lower himself into a sitting position and before his behind touched the ground, the bear shrank and shifted back into the more familiar and manageable lurched form. Tabitha was pleased to see things ended without shedding any blood. The mutants at the center of the whole thing had backed away, though they were all still clutching library books and looked utterly terrified at what had just happened. Clare would be fine, she had Bastian and Mike to check on her, but these mutants were under her care and came first. Walking over to the group, she spoke softly to them, assuring them they were safe and calming them down as best she could. Bastian stood and turned to face Clare, there didn't seem to be any physical damage but the lack of color in her face did suggest shock. At the men or at his sudden change of form? Settling back down into a sitting position, he observed her for a moment, gave her chance to regain herself. It was in doing this that he remembered Tabitha opened Clare's mind last night to speak with her, chances are it was still open and with his friend still in the vicinity. It was worth a shot." Are you alright?" The lurched asked, the words would hopefully reach her mind as they had Mikes. It was a bit unnerving to hear a voice that was not her own in her head. Again. Instantly, she mentally recoiled and focused with all her strength on a good game of cards. This one called Red Devil, a fun variation between speed and solitaire. It was an impulse and completely instinct move on her part. It took her a moment to realise she was even doing that. Not wanting to be rude to her rescuer, Clare forced herself to calm down and think back a reply." I'm alright. Huh... thank you for asking?" The giving a sheepish grin, she tried again,"Thank you for showing up. It wasn't what I was expecting to happen today. I assumed that because things were so peaceful yesterday that today would be just as smooth." The leader's threat came to the front of her memories, but it was not the threat against her that she paid close attention to. It was who was evidently behind all this. Had the City Commissioner hired these thugs to cause problems with mutants? Resisting an impulse to pet the lurched, Clare slowly stood up and spoke,"But it appears that someone with influence wanted it to get beyond peaceful." Mike finished up with the van. Shutting and locking the door, he turned and walked over to Clare. He didn't like how white her face was, but it was clear she was in control of herself. No tears or hysterics one would expect from someone else. Glancing at Bastian, he said,"Hey thanks Bastian for coming." He reached over and rubbed the back of Clare's neck and glanced over at Tabitha to see her helping the mutant students who were huddled on the library steps, still clutching their books." This is the start of something isn't it?" Tabitha was quite a person, compassionately helping those around her even if they were strangers. Few like that in this world anymore.

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A False Kingdom – Urban Dystopia [IC] The Castle

A False Kingdom The Castle The Castle is really closer to a mansion mixed together with a luxury resort. The buildings are the only part of the city that were truly renovated, allowing the King (along with his Court and Thrones) to live in luxury and security. The complex is large enough to house all the staff comfortably, and includes a well-stocked kitchen, a pool, and a number of other amenities. High-tech security keeps the citizens of the city from ever coming close to the Castle without prior invitation. Those who try are executed without hesitation.[Out of Character] (● [Character Sheets] (● [The Streets] (( The King (#msg11955272) / Morgan Cole (#msg11955268)Location: The Castle – ‘Welcome’ Room Tagging: Nostrum Content: Sexual/Non-con content implied The start of the morning had passed in a dull kind of haze. He knew what had happened, the King had had his way with him again, but the knowledge was secondary. It was like he’d just been in the room while it was happening, not the one it was happening to. But he could feel the evidence of it, lending him a slick fullness that he couldn’t push out of his head no matter how hard he tried. It made him feel dirty, and sick at heart. But he’d passed the point where he could fight it anymore, so he just let it happen, waiting for it to be over so he could go and scrub himself clean. But today was different. The King was leading him towards a different room, rather than leaving him to recover. There was something in the way he was walking that raised a new sense of tension in Morgan. It culminated into a sensation of terror when he mans opened the door, showing him the room he’d woken up in, the chair he’d been tied to when it all started happening. If it hadn’t been for the strange man who seemed to be attached to the king, who followed him everywhere and so very obviously hated him, he would have tried to run. As it was, he still backed up a step, uttering a soft squeak at the sight. His hesitation was brief, but it was enough to give time for the King’s gloved hand to close painfully around his wrist, and he was being dragged towards the chair, forced into it, restrained. The fear was greater now, being back here bringing back memories of his first day in this hell that he couldn’t push away no matter how hard he tried. He struggled against the restraints, but they were solid, unmoving, like they had been before.“P-please… I was being good…” He didn’t know what the King was planning, didn’t even know it would be any worse than the usual, but he was afraid.“You were being boring,” the King replied, obvious disdain in his voice. “I don’t want a boring pet, so I’m letting you go.” For a short, sweet moment Morgan felt an absurd swell of hope. He was going to get out, he was going to go home! But the sharp, cruel smile on the King’s face told him that was wrong. And there was only one other place the man could possibly mean.“Please, no!” He struggled again, the restraints biting into his skin. “Don’t put me in there, please. I’ll do anything you want, anything!” Being the King’s pet meant he’d seen some of the things that happened in the city. He knew it was full of hardened criminals. What would they do with him? He couldn’t even fight. Had he known what had happened to other discarded pets, that it was even worse than a lot of what he’d seen, he would have been struggling even more. The King ignored his struggling, shaking his head at the pleas. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that earlier.” He said with dismissal, nothing the man said would sway him now. He’d made his decision. He reached for a long piece of metal, drawing Morgan’s attention to what appeared to be a small furnace. Confused fear was replaced by pure terror as the King picked up the brand, bringing the red-hot iron out of the furnace. His eyes clouded with tears, obscuring the view of just what the brand said, and he began to struggle even harder, thrashing as much as the restraints would allow him. The King clucked his tongue disapprovingly, watching the futile struggle with an expression bordering disgust.“Nostrum, dear, hold his head still, I don’t want it to blur.” (Nostrum (#msg11963578)Location: The Castle – ‘Welcome’ Room Tagging: The King / Morgan Cole Content: General dickering RAI hadn’t told him what was going to happen, he was just expected to follow and obey, and that was something Nostrum could do. They were usually easy, clear and gave him something he could focus on doing -come here, watch this, stop there, kill them, open wide-those were simple. Sometimes they were not so clear nor simple, but oh so fun -hold still, show me what you can do with this, fuck them, suck- and then there was the impossible -bring me a living tiger, stop breathing, look me in the eye but don’t come-all of which had brutal punishment for disobedience. Deviation was allowed, but defiance was met with a gleeful wrath - yet wasn’t this proof that the King desired nothing less? Nostrum wondered if this was a message to him, as much as to the Discard, the King showing him what became of those he tired of. The Throne had been excessively obedient to RAI’s demands, ever since he had failed to keep from climax, an act forbidden to him, and had been punished with the ability to find release denied him in a much more physical manner. The cage that forced his cock to remain placid a reminder every moment how he was very much owned by the man looming over the Discard. There was still other means to get release, but Nostrum desired RAI’s attention and approval more than he wanted to spend himself (which helped him not one bit during the trying times when he found himself so desperate he could think of nothing else) and he had though showing his dedication would please him... but. Beinggoodwas boring, beinggoodgot you Discarded. As much as he hated the pet, he was pleased he could learn this lesson without being in the Discard’s place. He moved at the King’s command, moving behind the chair and gripping the pet’s chin with one hand, grasping a chunk of soft hair with the other and jerking him back, forcing him to vulnerability. “You’re going to get eaten alive, pretty,” Nostrum purred to the pet’s ear, leaning close so he could feel his breath spill against his ear and down his cheek and neck. “What do you think it’ll feel like, to have teeth sink into your guts? Will you get to see them, all pale and gleaming, or are you so fucking soft you’ll die the second you step out?” (Myst Farrow (#msg11967166)Location: Castle - Doll maker’s rooms → wandering Tagging: Open Content: Depictions of heavy body modification, aftermath of amputation, keeping people in boxes, terrorism, sadism, F/f domination She cradled the young woman in her lap naked back pressed to the sheer silk, hand trailing possessively over her breasts while the other stroked at the slave’s inner thigh, humming a soft melody as she did. The woman was fighting to stay conscious, her body reacting to Myst’s touch even as she succumbed to the cocktail of drugs her mask fed to her, sweet vapors the Lethe that made all a dream. She would not know the horror of his situation until she had healed - Myst had lost too many of her Examples from bleed-outs caused by panicked struggled. She needed this one to live, to teach those who came after her to bend before Myst had to break them. The Doll maker had kept her awake as she took her limbs, mirrors all around them so she could watch but not feel. She wouldn’t have spared her it, had she not feared it may kill her with the shock. But she had not felt pain, nor fear thanks to Void. That would come after she had healed, when she was ready to break, and break and break. The spirit she had clung to would not survive. She felt when the toy slid to dream’s embrace. The Doll maker smiled, kissed the side of the sleeping toy’s head and lifted her, to lie her down in the specially prepared chest. The muzzle that was feeding vapor to her lungs would also provide liquid, a drip feeding into her thigh provided nutrients, her waste drained away with tubes. She could be kept alive for a long, long time in the box, though while she healed she would be taken out morning and night to have her bandages changed. Tenderly she stroked the woman’s hair from her pale face and closed the lid, snapping the fastenings closed to seal out all air and light not provided by her own whim. She only had one other box in use. Her other Examples had expired, for her pleasure, some to her neglect. She stroked the top of the box, drummed her fingers against it, thinking about opening it, looking at the beautiful thing inside. Touching it. But she withdrew her hand, having lingered in her quarters long enough today. Taking the new Example’s limbs had taken longer than she had anticipated, and she had taken her time affixing all the necessary tubes. She would take it out tonight, and let it lie with her in bed. She would curl into its heat, work it open with her fingers and toys until it sobbed.“Something to look forwards to,” she mused softly, knowing the one inside would hear her. Furthermore, she didn’t expect it to understand, it was just a toy, but she liked to think it knew, and yearned as she did. She clicked her fingers and the trio of slaves she had been training moved from their kneeling pads to obey her subtle hand motions - she kept them simple and slow, elegant in their own way. This one wardress me, a slow caress of the air before her from mid-thigh to just under her bust and drawing outward. Hands carefully lifted the silk wrap from her, and she could feel their hesitate, the fear vibrating from them. They had not witnessed her making an Example before, and were much cowed by it. But they needed not flinch, they were well-trained, they had surrendered as the new Example had not. She did not reassure them, but smiled faintly, certain these three would obey even unto death to avoid the fate of their slave-sister. They dressed her in a robe of black and gold, the neck plunging down between her breasts, coming to a stop just above her navel. At her neck, a string of opals, her hair caught back in a twist and held in place by long jet pins. Barefoot she went, trailed by her dolls, pondering when or where she might meet with the person who had commissioned them. She would have new dolls to work on soon, new pretty things to shatter. Maybe she would start of something just for the king... but he liked them best when they had bite. Hardly the thing that required training. She hummed a few idle notes, letting her feet guide her. (The King (#msg11955272) / Morgan Cole (#msg11955268)Location: The Castle – ‘Welcome’ Room Tagging: Nostrum Content: Branding Morgan flinched as he felt Nostrum grip his hair, forcing his head back and still. Even if he'd had the leverage to do so, Morgan was by no means strong enough to fight back against one of the Thrones. The sudden closeness, the feeling of hot breath on his skin, made him recall other 'intimacies,' and a deep shudder of revulsion and fear ran through him. The words were pitiless, cruel, even seemed a little satisfied, and he knew he would get no aid from the man. Regardless of that fact, his panic made him babble, spewing out anything he thought might get him out of it." Please, I didn't want any of this. Just let me go home." The words came out in a piteous whimper, no strength behind them. But they grew in intensity when he saw RAI lifting the brand, moving it closer. "Why do you listen to him? You'restrongerthan him, you could stop him! If you don't, he's just going to do this to you to-"The words were cut off by a senseless shriek of pain as the brand found its mark, pressing firmly into the side of the man's face. Morgan thrashed, his body going taut in its restraints, but he was unable to pull away. RAI could easily have allowed him to finish, sometimes he enjoyed listening to them babble for hours on end, drawing out the torment. But the words had managed to annoy him. The King wasn't afraid that Nostrum might listen to him, no, the man was deeply in love with him, as he should be. It would take a lot more than this to convince him to stray. He was, however, incredibly easy to insult, a fact most others found to their dismay rather than his own. He could bear offense in some cases, but he would not stand to have it coming from a toy, absently no less. He left the brand where it was longer than was necessary, but it hardly mattered. Even if Morgan was capable of healing, he wouldn't have the time to do so. He made sure to cultivate an air of privilege and luxury around his pets. Some of them he had let even loose on the city while they were still under protection, foolishly thinking their actions were beyond retribution. He did all this so that many, if not all the citizens hated them. That way, he was always treated with a spectacular show when the pets were sent unarmed and hurting into the city, the word 'USED' branded clearly across their features. Morgan was lost in a flash of white fire as the brand touched him, only beginning to come back to himself long moments after it was gone. It felt as if the brand were still there, it certainly hurt like it, but he could see through blurred vision that the King had moved away. He sobbed deeply through the pain, but the fear of what was to come kept him from becoming lost in it, kept him painfully aware of the situation at hand. He heard the restraints come undone and tried to move, but found himself too weak with shock to do so. Some of the pain was fading, but it was slow, too slow, and he knew it wouldn't leave altogether. Unless some miracle came, he would have this pain for the rest of his short life. The King's eyes became disinterested as he watched the man flop weakly, unable to even lift himself from the chair. He was done with this one, that much was clear, but as his gaze shifted to Nostrum he thought he could find some fun yet. A sly, teasing smile formed on his lips, showing a special 'affection' he used whenever he gave Nostrum a task, whether it was one he could complete or not. He lifted a hand to his neck, pulling a fine chain from around it, from which dangled a key that Nostrum was very familiar with. He moved closer, practically wrapping himself around his loyal Throne so that he could whisper into his ear while he slipped the key into his pocket." Escort him out, dear one." His tone was like silk, and his fingers lingered on Nostrum's thigh as he pulled his hand away. His order, while seeming simple, was laced with suggestion. He wanted some fun, andsurelyif Nostrum delivered, he would be rewarded. (Uriel Ariel(#msg11959439)Location: The Halls of the Castle Tagging: Myst Farrow, Open Content: Psychotic Ramblings"Shut up."" No, it doesn't, and even thinking it is dangerous."" I don't care what you heard, it's a stupid idea."" Not without backup. I'd like to actually touch things still."" That fuckingthingmight not stop with an arm next time, have you ever thought of that?""...you know what, fuck you." One of the truisms of the Castle was that one-sided conversations were not unusual. The seeming bits of madness that one could encounter in the hallways of the castle were nothing compared to the true madness that lay in the hearts and minds of every denizen of the hell that was Rey Vernier'the King, you stupid fuck, even in our head he's The King personal playpen. Uriel Angel of Death, our lily-white ass grimaced as he tried to ignore his sister's venom-soaked rebukes." Yeah, yeah, you and everyone else here. Get a new playbook, cunt." He sighed and leaned back in the bench, his legs stretched out into the too-wide corridor where the courtiers, consorts, toy, and mercenaries wandered. There were few of them up at this hour, at least here, and that suited him just fine. They avoided him, as they avoided all the Thrones, because the Thrones held The King's favor. Well, most did. Uriel wasn't so sure on his part. One courtier caught their eyes and Uriel sat up, watching. Ooohhh, pretty pretty"Oh, fuck that noise, you stupid bitch, that WILL get us branded!" This was under his breath, he did not want his warning to be confused with an insult to...well, to the woman coming down the corridor. Whatever monstrous urge had possessed The King to make it impossible for Uriel and Ariel to communicate silently to one another Certainly, it MIGHT have been a simple technical impossibility, but did they believe that when it was The King's involvement? No, not at all. Had gotten them into trouble more than once when Uriel was talking to Ariel. The reverse never happened. Ariel wassmartermore cunninger than that. What had caught her attention were the delicate, beautiful creatures walking in perfect cadence behind their elegant maker? The excitement that Ariel felt just made Uriel sick, truly physically ill, despite the reaction her desire prompted in their body. Uriel wanted nothing to do with any of it, but touching The Dolls was only slightly less dangerous than touching The King's Properties. The King himself might have had no interest in any of them, but they were valuable to others, and that made them valuable to His Majesty. Restraining Ariel was difficult at best, but there was a reason Uriel was in this particular hallway. A blue-green pinpoint of light up on their wrist, and Uriel let Ariel deal with it as he rose slowly. The Throne met the Lady halfway, and bowed deeply and formally. He might be a laughingstock and a joke to the other Thrones, but Uriel was well appreciated by the Court. He had manners. "Forgive me, Lady Farrow, but you'll not want to travel much further towards the Welcome Room. His Majesty is slapping a bitch occupied dealing with one of his wayward toys." Rising, Uriel offered his good right hand to the woman. She was safe to be around, harmless to him. As long as Ariel didn't get loose around her creations. Her sickeningexcitingrevoltingbeautifulmutilateddeliciouswomentoys. Uriel swallowed, smiling unhappily. "Please excuse my sister, she finds your work...fascinating." That she was not present anywhere but inside his head did not make her any less existent. He'd tried going that route before, and it had cost him an arm. (Nostrum (#msg11963578)Location: The Castle – ‘Welcome’ Room → the main entrance Tagging: The King / Morgan Cole Content: Branding He felt the pet shudder at his proximity, and it pleased him - as did the rush of words, begging him, as if he had any power in this place. He flicked his gaze to the King, looking to see if it was amusing him as much as it was himself. He gripped tighter as the brand was brought close - the hiss-pop as it pressed to skin almost hidden by the screamed the Discard let out, the sweet savory scent of fried flesh tricking him into salivating, hunger pangs stirring though he had no inclination of consuming human flesh. He's just going to do this to you to-Didn’t he know how good he’d had it? And he’d wasted it. All the same, he couldn’t envy the pet his place. He had almost been a pet, but luck dealt him another hand. He’d not have known how great RAI was if he had been in the Discard’s place. Furthermore, he would have obeyed as well he could, done everything, desperate to please - and it would have ended up him in this chair, cast away. He didn’t fear this fate. Furthermore, he would not welcome being cast from the King’s side, but he didn’t think for one moment he could keep himself interesting enough, to evade RAI’s mercurial emotions. But perhaps he could balance long enough on that precipice, that maybe the king would indulge him. The wailing dropped to sobs when the hot metal was finally pulled away, and Nostrum released his hold, gaze on RAI, focusing fully at the look on the man’s face, familiar and wonderful, a thrill of anticipation racing down his spine and made his long neglected cock twitch, though it didn’t stir as it once had, the lesson of metal hard learned. His breath stilled as the King drew out the key, and pressed himself to his body. Nostrum leaned into the King, a hopeless supplication answered only with an order to see the Discard ejected, though his tone, his touch, the key, they suggested something else entirely. Nostrum’s gaze moved from the King’s eyes to the whimpering, flopping creature that he loathed viciously for no reason he could control, and his grin was vicious, cruel and eager. “As you will, sire,” Nostrum purred back. He touched the earpiece that curled around the shell of his ear, waking it and looking back to RAI as he said, “This is Snake oil, activate optical transmission.” A voice, inhuman and neutral responded, “Activating in five, four, three...” Nostrum flinched at the sting that was the increased power to his eye as what he saw was transmitted. It was encrypted, but there was too vulnerable to hijack to be left on persistently. Plus, it gave him one bitch of a headache after a few hours. But this wouldn’t take long, and it was just a bit of fun. And it would give the King an intimate perspective. When he opened his eyes again, he looked back to the Discard, circling around the chair a little and gripping his chin, turning his head forcefully to look at the brand, red and raw. Everything would hurt, speaking, crying, eating - Nostrum grinned, wild and hungry. He knew exactly what he was going to do first.“Get the fuck up,” he snarled, no mercy or pity in him. He grabbed the man’s collar and hauled him up, dragging Morgan roughly to his feet and shoved him toward the door. “Stop being such a pussy, moveit.” He herded the Discard roughly through the corridors, shoving him every few steps, keeping him stumbling and off balance, the guards at the doors stepping back as they passed, the cat calls that followed them crude and suggestive. “Freedom, just like you begged, pretty. All the freedom your little ass can take. Going to faint on me, hmm? Or are you going to run? Pick one, fast, or I’ll have these boys hold you down for me, before I let them pass you around - the last Discard thought being the communal bitch was a better deal than facing wasn’t out there, but he got wore out so fast... they really need a new one.” (Myst Farrow (#msg11967166)Location: Castle - Halls Tagging: Uriel & Ariel Content: Body horrrorMyst saw the Throne but did not expect him to rise and intercept her, a slight flattening of her lips telling her displeasure, but her brows lifted a little as her spoke and informed her of what was happening. A warning, or rather a word of caution. When the King was in a particular mood, the wise kept away. “I do wonder how others break their pets, it is fascinating to witness that moment when will shatter, when mind betrays soul and the spirit is slain to spare the body more pain...” Her Dolls did not move, but their focus on her was almost tangible. She could taste their bitter sorrow at her words, their utter submission like silk rubbing between her legs. Her nipples stiffened with her arousal and pressed against the robe. “But, we were not invited, and it is a very intimate thing.” She laid her hand on the Throne, allowing him to lead her in another direction, his attention coming to him sharply as he made mention of his sister. “Oh, you birthstone. You house more than yourself in your head...” She lifted a hand, turning Uriel’s head to-and-fro as she looked at him. “How horrific,” she purred in appreciation. “Tell me, how does it feel? To have thoughts, conscious awareness, hopes, dreams, desires, yet without flesh or form? When you woke, to find yourself in a different form, did you scream? Did you sob?” She thought of the wailing her Examples made when they came aware, when they remembered seeing her take them to pieces, remembered how she pleasured them throughout the act, and wondered if the creature inside the Throne had suffered as much. (The King (#msg11955272) / Morgan Cole (#msg11955268)Location: The Castle – ‘Welcome’ Room > Throne room (RAI) & the entrance (Morgan)Tagging: Nostrum Content:RAI was pleased with the sudden mix of understanding and sadistic pleasure on Nostrum's face. He didn't like to have to make an order twice, no matter how vague the first was, and he was satisfied that his Throne understood what was desired of him. Without any further ado, the King turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving the pair to whatever Nostrum had planned. He made his way with purpose in his step, heading towards his throne room. The confusion between the throne and his Thrones amused him, though technically the latter had been taken from theology, an order of angels. He'd found the irony too delicious to resist. The room was quite large, containing, of course, a large and lavish throne in the center. One of the walls was devoted to a massive screen, where the King could choose to watch whatever event in the city happened to be of interest to him. It was also where he spent the majority of his free time, and where any of his Court or Thrones could find him should they need to. He settled down in his seat, lounging carelessly, and set the screen to Nostrum's channel. He wanted to see exactly how the man would choose to deal with his latest pet, he knew how much he'd hated him. Morgan's sobbing only increased as Nostrum pulled him from the chair. Were it not for the iron grip on his collar, he would have fallen, and as it was, it took him a few moments to scramble to his feet. A moment after he had centered himself he was shoved, pushed towards the door, but by some miracle kept on his feet. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the guards, their crude remarks adding to the realization of his situation. At least with the King it had been sparing, the man's attention had been elsewhere most of the time. Now it was different. Now he was apt to be used until his body couldn't take anymore, and even then they might not stop. Some of these people would probably even fuck his corpse. He looked back at Nostrum as he spoke, and he could see, and hear, the hatred directed at him. He glanced back towards the guards as Nostrum's words got through to him, and a sudden burst of adrenaline shot through him, for a moment even blocking out the pain of his face. He turned and ran, or at least, he tried to. His body was still in shock, his eyes still blurring the world around him, and he only got a few feet before he tripped, not even far enough for Nostrum to give chase. The jolt as he landed on the floor left him stunned for just a second, but a moment later he was trying to move again. He muttered incoherent pleas as he crawled back to his feet, and the sound of the guards laughing at his attempt filled him with an even deeper sense of despair. No one here was human. No one cared. (Nostrum (#msg11963578)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: The King / Morgan Cole Content: M/m Rape Nostrum laughed as the Discard tried to run, but his body was still reeling in shock, he didn’t get far before he fell, struggling to get away from the fate offered him. Nostrum may have let him gather himself and run, had he not been wearing the cage for so long. But the chance to sate himself after such a long while made him move, stalking the man with a prowling step, his heels clicking as the metal inlays struck stone. “Look at this weak little bitch,” he said aloud, coming up to him and hooking a toe under his shoulder and flipping him roughly over, then stepped on his neck, pushing down just enough to keep him squirming out from under it. “You know, I was right. You’ll not last one night. If you step out there, you’ll be eaten alive...” He took the key on its chain from his pocket and put it between his teeth, and opened his fly. He could hear the guards telling others on the comms what was happening, more arriving to watch, some nobles coming out of who-knows-where, a small crowd gathering to watch. Furthermore, he looked up slowly, glanced at the gathered people, remembering to keep his eye movements slow to make the transmission easier to watch (he always felt sick watching a few other Thrones’ feeds, their eye movements too erratic and swift) then looked back down to his prey, hands opening his fly. The cage was beautifully constructed, elegant and flowing, his hands shook just a little as he slid the key in the lock, struggling to open it for a moment then hissing softly as it came open. He pocketed the damn thing, in case RAI demanded its return and touched himself for the first time in months with a low groan. He couldn’t get distracted - the king wanted him to debase the Discard, and the thought of thrusting into this war, weak thing was deeply exciting. “... I’m going to make you eat me, instead.” He lifted his foot from the Discard’s throat and knelt, tangling his hand in the pretty boy’s hair and dragging him up to kneel. “Make a good show for the crowd, pretty,” he crooned. “Don’t bite, or I’ll make a new hole to fuck. Maybe your eye, hm?” He stroked Morgan’s cheekbone with his free hand, then pulled the pet towards his hardening cock. (Morgan Cole (#msg11955268)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: Nostrum Content: M/m rape Before he had the chance to get to his feet, he felt the Throne's foot hook underneath him, using his own leverage to send him toppling easily onto his back. The foot was pressed against his throat before he had a chance to try to get away, not quite cutting off his breath but making it harder nonetheless. He squirmed, but after finding it only made the pain worse he stopped, staring up at Nostrum with the eyes of a scared animal caught in a trap. He could only watch as the Throne undid his pants, exposing an intricate metal device. A question rose to his mind, unwanted but undoubtedly true, as he saw it. How long had Nostrum been wearing it? Whatever the answer was, he could tell that his new tormentor had been holding back a long time, and it was about to be taken out on him. He winced as Nostrum moved off him, kneeling quickly to grab his hair instead. The movement caused even more pain, and he gave another sob as he was pulled upwards. He found himself reaching for support, gripping Nostrum's legs in an unconscious effort to keep himself upright. He recoiled a moment later, repulsed by the light stroke on his cheek, but Nostrum's grip was too strong. His eyes flicked wildly around the room, looking for escape, or aid and seeing only sadistically happy faces. They were watching him hungrily, and for a moment he was almost tempted to do exactly as he was warned against. If he bit now, maybe the man would be angry enough to kill him. He tried to turn away as he was brought closer, closing his eyes in denial. But the threat was all too easy for him to deliver, and his time with RAI had instilled, deeply, that fighting only made it so much worse. He gave another sob as he opened his eyes again, then tried to control himself. He took in a shaky breath, opening his mouth to take in the man's length. The King had taught him how to do it, he'd never even considered such a thing before he'd been abducted, and he wished with all his heart that he could slip into the same, barely conscious state he had this morning, when the man had used him. There was no hope of that, though, not with the fear hammering in his chest. He began to suck, using his tongue as he had been taught. Although he couldn't stop the occasional hiccuped sob, his teeth never came close to Nostrum's cock, not wanting to give him a reason to go through with his threat. (Nostrum (#msg11963578)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: The King / Morgan Cole Content: M/m Rape The panic on the Discard’s face was beautiful and exciting, the wild desperation and the hopeless understanding of his own circumstance and finally, surrender. The toy really had no spine, no wonder RAI had got bored with him. Still, Nostrum could wring a few moments of entertainment and satisfaction from this piece of used up detritus - oh, he wascryingnow, how pathetic, but a moment later he had opened his mouth, and Nostrum’s knees almost gave out at the long-denied surge of pleasure, the wet heat that closed around him better than anything he had ever felt. His grip on the Discard tightened, and he hissed between his teeth, straining against the impulse to shut his eyes and just feel- but this was for RAI to watch, so he had to keep them open, keep watching as the young man opened his jaw, and sucked him. The Discard was trying to please him, his tongue and lips moving in very interesting ways, the pressure rising and falling, but his eyes were not focused, fixed on some place beyond this, and that didn’t suit Nostrum at all. He wanted those eyes on him, he wanted the Discard to live each awful moment. He pulled a short knife from its sheath and pressed its flat side to Morgan’s undamaged cheek, tapped the cool metal against flesh in threat. “Look at me, Used. Look at my eyes, I want to see how much you hate me. You call this giving head?” he asked more loudly for the crowd to hear. “No wonder the king kicked you out of his bed, you get more out of fucking a corpse.” He started to move, using his grip on Morgan’s hair to keep him still as he thrust, not driving his full length in yet but easing himself deeper, fraction by fraction so he could see the Discard panic as his cock nudged and butted up against the back of his mouth. “Ready for this, Used?” he purred, not yet breaching his throat, wanting to bask in anticipation a little longer. (Morgan Cole (#msg11955268)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: Nostrum Content: M/m rape Morgan flinched as he felt cold steel pressing against his cheek, threatening to mar the side that was, for the moment, not wounded. Slowly, unwillingly, he let his eyes drift up to Nostrum's face. His eyes were filled with emotion, but hate wasn't one of them. He was too sick with fear, too lost in self-pity to focus on anger. Instead, his eyes held a silent plea for mercy that he knew wouldn't be answered. Somehow, even though he hated the situation he was in, didn'twant be doing this, he felt his face burning with shame at Nostrum's taunt. He was doing his best, like his life was on the line, as if it could help him. And even that wasn't good enough for this man. It seemed he wouldn't even be given the chance to do better, the hand at his head began moving him, pushing him further down, and he knew what was coming. He'd learned how to accommodate it, barely, but it was still horrible. It hurt, and it was hard to breathe, and he doubted Nostrum would take nearly as much care as the King had not to do any lasting damage. He tried to relax his throat, though his tension made it nigh impossible. Whether or not he managed, Nostrum was going to do it, so Morgan did the only thing he could think to do to lessen the inevitable pain. He pushed forward, gagging for a moment as he felt it press against the back of his throat, before forcing himself to swallow around it. His eyes begged for some sign of approval, some sort of mercy, as he sank down onto the man's cock as far as the grip on his hair would let him go. (Nostrum (#msg11963578)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: The King / Morgan Cole Content: M/m Rape Nostrum stared hungrily down at the fearful Discard, lips stretched around his cock, the begging he saw in Morgan’s eyes all too delicious to the Throne. There was no mercy in him, no empathy at all. “Are you going to cry? Be my little mewling bitch, Discard, let’s see them tears.” And then he did something surprising, heswallowedhim, taking him into his tight throat. The Throne groaned at the wonderful, blissful sensation, his grip on the man tightening a little. He moved his knife away from the fuckboy’s eye, not wanting to scratch it accidentally and have the little shit bite him, but didn’t sheath it, cupped the back of his head instead and pulled him closer, so his cock sank in another inch. “Cock-hungry little slut, you really like my dick that much, huh? What, do you like some force in your fuck?” A few of the gathered watchers whistled, one of the guards loudly placing a bet on how long it would take the Discard to cry. With a cruel smirk down at his prey, the Throne started to thrust, or rather started to guide Morgan’s head back and forth, forcing him to move with the hand in his hair, inching himself deeper into the man’s tight throat. (Morgan Cole (#msg11955268)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: Nostrum Content: M/m rape His face was still burning, and he felt the sting of tears at his eyes. But he tried to push them back, he could hear the guard placing a bet on him, he could see the sadistic glee on all of the surrounding faces. He didn't want to give them any more satisfaction that they were already getting. But it was hard. He was going to die, this man was going to rape him and kill him, but that somehow wasn't enough for him. He had to mock him too, had to steal any last remaining piece of dignity he had. And to top it off, it was getting hard to breath. His nose was clogging, making it almost impossibly to snatch breaths whenever the cock moved far enough back for him to breath. The panic came back as his body struggled to breath, and despite his best efforts, tears began to leak down his cheeks again. He could hear the guard crow with delight, obviously he'd won his bet. Soon enough even that didn't matter, though, the crying was making it even harder to breath, and he tried to jerk back, to pull himself free so he could draw in more than just a shallow, unsatisfying breath. But Nostrum's grip was too strong, even with him pushing against the Throne's hips. (Uriel Ariel(#msg11959439)Location: The Halls of the Castle Tagging: Myst Farrow, Open Content: Suggested Self-Harm. Uriel grimaced, just a touch, but schooled his expression as he walked the lovely and insane brilliant, you fucking prude surgeon down the hall. "It isn't entirely like that, honestly. When we woke up, it was together. We both run on the same body, regardless of who is in charge, so it responds to the feelings and desires of us both." How generous of you little brother." I haven't any interest in your lovely creations, but she adores them, finds them fascinating so..." He gestured with a wry smile at the rather tell-tale bulge. "She wouldn't have any use for it, of course, because she is a woman, but the reaction happens just the same. I assure you she would happily act on her impulses, give the opportunity. The only reason I'm in charge at the moment is because she's smart enough to know better than to irritate his Royal Majesty." The emphasis was almost growled, but not at the strangely beautiful, half dressed woman at his side. "If I can make her promise behave see no reason to not let her speak for herself." Oh, thank you, brother dearest, you insufferable prick. Yes, I promise." And if you break your promise, I'm going to the doctor and having him sedate us for a week." You wouldn't fucking DARE, you bastard!" Yes, I would." He turned to Myst, and smiled unhappily. "Begging your pardon my lady, but we are separate people. The body may be ours, but our minds are completely and totally separate. There is no....shared dreams or imaginings. She actually sub-vocalizes her words, and I hear them through our bone and flesh." He glanced at the horrible lovely!creatures following Myst Farrow. "My only concern is that she is truly fascinated by your harem, and I would not use to...offend you or your patrons if she decides to take liberties." Fuck you. You're lucky that the transfer has to be consciously allowed, or I'd have been all over those bitches already." I consider myself fortunate that in sleep, control always reverts to me," he mentioned almost casually, his expression flat. It was as much of a warning that he dared give to Myst about how to control his sister. If he voiced it anymore flatly, she usually punished him by adding to the impressive collection of scars across their chest and legs. Or shaving their crotch - he HATED that with a passion. The itching was unbearable. (Nostrum (#msg11963578)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: The King / Morgan Cole Content: M/m Rape The Throne made a low sound as tears started to slid down Morgan’s cheeks, feral and deep. Carefully he moved his hand, the knife still a threat but mostly ignored now as he slid his thumb over the dampness, smearing them almost gently before he lifted his now wet thumb and looked at it, looked at the tears that clung then sucked them off, looking at Morgan as he did, his words matching his thrusts. “You evertastelike you’ve been used up. I wonder how much of him is in these,” he mused, so soft only Morgan and maybe the king could hear him. “I wonder, did he control what you ate? Keep every other source of salt away from you? Did he make you crave his seed, spilled over your tongue, fucked into your throat? And youwastesuch a precious gift-” And just like that his curiosity turned to anger, and he moved his hand back to the base of the Discard’s skull and dragged him close, until he had forced everything into him and his nose dug at his Mons. He held him here with a strong, unforgiving grip, and snarled, “If you fucking bite, I’ll tear out your teeth and keep you and take you to pieces, bit by bit. How much can a person lose of themselves and still be a person? Swallowyou little bitch, if you ever want to breathe again.” (Myst Farrow (#msg11967166)Location: Castle - Halls Tagging: Uriel & Ariel Content:The Doll maker watched Uriel’s face with an intensity she rarely bestowed upon others but her creations, a slightly desperate hunger in her wide eyes as she waited for an answer to her questions. Her eyelids drooped a little at the reply, disheartened and dissatisfied with the response. It was no cage, then, or at least, not with such a meek creature acting as guard. She swept her gaze down at his gesture, and smirked just a little at the obvious tell he body gave to their desire. “Ahh,” She purred, “She is a creature of fine taste I see. An artist does like to have their work admired.” She glanced back at her dolls, admiring them as one would a particularly finely crafted kite. “These particular ones are quite well turned out.” Her attention moved back to her escort, curious creature that they were, and watched how the brother bickered with the air. “Ooh,” she sighed as the idea of being able to speak with the sister, instead of just at and through the brother, was offered. “Oh, until I hand them to their new master, they belong entirely to me. Do not fear my patrons.” Fear me, was left unspoken but hung crystalline in the air between them. She smiled at him and blinked slowly as he warned her, so her idle desire to take the Throne as a tribute was culled before it could fully form. She had no need for a male. She wanted to talk with her, though, and perhaps something more. “I am sure my company will not be so dull as to make her fall asleep. But I do have questions aplenty - perhaps we should retreat to my rooms, or do yours duties keep you here to deter the curious?” The sound of a commotion echoed through the halls, a sound that slowly swelled with aggression and savage joy - commonplace when there was a public humiliation somewhere. “Ah, the wayward toy. I suspect my services will be needed soon. He has done some truly vile things to the dolls I make specially for him, then discards them in so few days I feel almost snubbed for it, but his tastes in bed partners is... my opposite, I think.” She mused on this for a moment, then smiled. “He likes them eager but unwilling, I’ve heard. A difficult mix, but... not impossible.” Especially with the help of drugs. She was not a great chemist - or, apothecary, as the case may be. Her gaze moved back to Uriel, considering something else that was close to impossible. (Uriel Ariel(#msg11959439)Location: The Halls of the Castle Tagging: Myst Farrow, Open Content:The not-quite-warning that the patrons Myst Farrow served were to be considered less of a threat than she, was not lost on Uriel. Ariel, of course, was even more interested. She was sick, sick and dangerous to themselves, and Uriel hated that he could do nothing about it other than punish her by limiting access to their body, which was almost an escape for him. Almost." No, it seems - it sounds - as though our duties have been suspended for the moment. I think the ex-toy is being given special attention by one of us." The Thrones, he meant, of course, not he or his sister. Let me talk to her. With a sigh, Uriel glanced at Myst, only to find he was the subject of some unusual scrutiny, some intense thought that he was not privy to. That's because you're a self-involved twit." I suppose you know better, of course," he muttered, his expression twisting to one of disgust. That it might be misinterpreted by the people around him was of no concern to Uriel. The change was at once obvious, and subtle. He straightened, his head tossed back to throw the loose bangs away from his eyes. His left hand flexed, barbs, small fin0like blades extending through the sleeve of the jacket. The mechanical hand cracked, split, blades sliding out to take their places at the ends of fingers while rings of heavy metal popped out at the knuckles to lock them in place and proved even less softness to strike with. But by far the most important change was in his expression. The disdainful, unconcerned mask fell away; it was replaced by a haughty, bright-eyed, almost hectic grin and a sweep of those widening eyes at the world around them. Oddly, their voice remained the same, though the manner in which they spoke changed drastically. "Well, this is a surprise. No complaints? No whining? Well, I suppose I've been a good girl." Lying bitch." That's no way to speak to your sister. Oh, Lady Farrow. Yes, I do admire your work! I've been following it closely. Very closely." Ariel walked around the trio of pets that accompanied the servitor of the King. No, she didn't walk - she stalked, she swept, she practically prowled, moving with a steady, catlike grace far unlike that of her brother's stately, steady walk. To say that the possessed acted differently was one thing, to say that a separate personality might be different was simple, but to observe it...it was much different to see the changes personally. Bearing, expressions, the manner of speaking, it was all different. There was no mistaking one for the other, not with these two." Well! Since you so kindly offer, I would love nothing better than to accompany you to your lair, my fair lady. I can only imagine the sorts of creatures you have carefully hidden away from the prying eyes of the mindless masses here! I would be overjoyed to see how exquisitely unique the creations you keep to yourself must be." Those bright, eager, utterly awake eyes fastened on Myst. These eyes had very little in common with her brother's. Largely because these were the eyes of a madman. Or, perhaps, madwoman. Eyes the King himself could look into and be perfectly at ease with. Someone he might understand. You promised, Ariel. Don't forget." Do shut up for a little while. I doubt that my dear lady would be interested in anything physical we have to offer." The bitterness in those words was tinged with a hateful sort of amusement. Taking Myst Farrow's arm - not as a man would, but as another woman might, gentle and in a manner more of camaraderie than accompaniment." I swear, he's such a fucking prude sometimes. Of course, the fact that the most fun I get is playing with the two holes I have available just makes him ill. It's hilarious, really." God, you're so disgusting, you filthy bitch. Grinning manically, Ariel just rolled their eyes at Myst, sharing a silent joke. (Morgan Cole (#msg11955268)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: Nostrum Content: M/m rape If he’d thought he would grow accustomed to the teasing, that the barbs would hurt any less than the first simply because he’d had a chance to get used to it, he was wrong. He didn’t want to die, that much as still true, his body wanted to survive and such an imperative was hard to ignore. But at the same time he was starting to wish it would just be over. He wasn’t going home, the most he could hope for was that it would be quick. Time itself seemed to take offense to his desires, every second dragged on longer than the last. How long since the brand had first been pressed into his skin? It felt like hours. And his lungs were already starting to burn, he hadn’t been able to get enough breath through his nose, and his pounding heart was stealing his oxygen faster than he could possibly replace it. So he found himself in another blind panic when the hand at his head dragged him down, holding him down firmly. He couldn’t even try to breathe now, all he could do was try to pull back. With the sudden burst of adrenaline he pushed against Nostrum’s hips, and even succeeded in pulling back just a little. But the half an inch he lost was pushed brutally shoved back in a moment later, Nostrum was too strong for him. He continued to struggle nonetheless, only managing to make weak, choked noises as he did. And all of his struggling meant his body used its already low supplies of oxygen even faster. He still didn’t try to bite, but whether it was Nostrum’s warning or simply that it didn’t occur to his panicking mind was up for debate. His vision was blurring even more now, going dull around the edges. His struggling was weakening, very quickly getting to a state where he wouldn’t even have been able to fight off achiever mind a trained killer. The panic faded just enough for him to be aware and vaguely appreciative of the fact that he was about to pass out. (Myst Farrow (#msg11967166)Location: Castle - Halls Tagging: Uriel & Ariel Content: Mentions of rape and torture Myst tilted her head in the direction of the commotion, curious as to what was unfolding but not enough to draw her away from this most interesting creation. And she was rewarded, as the Throne sighed, muttered to himself and.... changed. It was like watching a snake spill from it's old, split and gray skin to reveal bright scales beneath, and it made her breath catch at the sudden difference. Her gaze flicked to the weapon that had become of the metal hand, everything about the Throne become more dangerous, unpredictable and feral. All the kings creatures held that mad edge to them, but this.... this was something else and it was stunning. Hearing the sister speak through her brother’s mouth was delightful, and she couldn’t hide the smile that bloomed as she was addressed and praised. Her Dolls quivered and twitched delicately as they were stalked, the survival instinct one that took far longer to groom out than she’d had time or inclination to do with these. She was proud that they made no sound, nor did they close into each other defensively - or protectively. That had been a hard lesson for them to learn, as it always was when someone requested several pets. They developed dependence upon each other, and that was unseemly. She’d forced them to torture each other to escape rape, rape each other to escape torture and both to earn respire. They had obeyed - their fourth had not, but she had possibly inspired them to greater obedience. When he -she- accepted her offer, Myst nodded, then paused. “It may be a little...” bloody, strewn with limbs, “...disorderly, one of my Examples made a mess this morning and I didn’t summon a cleaner to take care of it. I was somewhat distracted.” Perhaps in this broken, beautiful thing she would find someone who would look at her worst and best works and admire them. Perhaps she would see the worth of what she did, perhaps, perhaps... But she was thinking far too ahead. One step at a time, see how well-behaved this crazed duel-minded beast was and then see. She stepped closer, imposing herself between her dolls and the Throne, reached out slowly, deliberately and touched Ariel’s chin, turning her head too-and-fro. “I see nothing a little soap and water would not mend. While my preferences may be gossiped about, do not assume I don’t enjoy other experiences. You may tempt me, Ariel... though perhaps it is not I but a toy you’d prefer to play with. If so, well then. I am sure you havesomethingI desire as much as you desire them.” She dropped her hand and took Ariel’s arm, her turn to act as escort, leading the way back to her rooms. (Nostrum (#msg11963578)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: The King / Morgan Cole Content: M/m Rape Having the King’s cast away whore choking on his dick while knowing the king watched - it gave him a surge of exultant, power-fueled and savage delight, a sick and twisted rush that was increased by the gathered watchers, their amusement and approval for his acts spurring him on. He wanted he thrust, he wanted to fuck this bitch whore’s mouth, come as he gagged and cried and moved uselessly, weak and helpless. But, but, but. How was thatamusingto his king? How would that simple brutality please him? No, he had to be more inventive, more depraved. His thrusts had become very deep but very small, as he had gone far too long locked in that cage to be able to control himself, but the Discard’s eyes were rolling and - was he about to faint? He felt a surge of anger, as if Morgan was doing it to spite him. His lip curled away from his teeth and he hissed, “You don’t deserve to breathe. You’re a waste of air, whore, no fucking wonder he threw you away, you can’t suck dick to save your fucking life.” Even as he said it, he knew he’d not follow through - he had other plans in mind, but the fear would be so sweet. (Morgan Cole (#msg11955268)Location: The Castle – Entrance Tagging: Nostrum Content: M/m rape His attention was roused when he heard another angered outburst from the throne, another spike of fear running through him. His first thought was that he was going to do something else, make him hurt more. It was almost a relief when he realized that Nostrum just planned to stay in him, to keep him from breathing again. His lungs burned like they were on fire, but the dulling of his senses was quickly making it fade quickly. It was a horrible way to go, suffocating on someone's cock, someone who so obviously hated him. But it was almost a mercy in comparison to some of the things he'd seen others do to each other in this city. The fight finally left him, and his arms dropped to his sides. The only thing keeping him upright any longer was the man's grip on his head. He tried, but found he was unable to stop staring up into the Throne's hateful face as he slipped away, making it the last thing he saw before his eyes finally closed, and he went limp. (Uriel Ariel(#msg11959439)Location: The Halls of the Castle Tagging: Myst Farrow, Open Content: Self-harm, graphic torture image." An Example, you say? An Example, such as the King's examples? Or a floor model, something pretty and decorative and typical of your work?" Ariel smiled, patting the hand that held her arm in a familiar manner, though there was a fine, almost delicate tremor in the metal and synthetics that lightly touched the soft, fragile human hand beneath. A suggestion of infirmity, or more likely impatience. Or perhaps she was just being careful not to hurt her new friend. No, she means like the King's Examples." Not that your work is anything resembling typical, mind you Lady Myst! Oh no, I've seen your work, and typical...for you...is like saying that there is work typical of Rembrandt that is unremarkable. Or some such, my brother is much more educated than I. I leave the talking to him. I am a more tactile sort of girl!" Her comparison aside the hectic, eager eyes positively lit up at the idea of playing with one of Myst's beautiful toys." Oh, that would be absolutely marvelous! Hands-on experience with one of your absolutely delightful creatures!? I would give my brother's testicles for that, but I understand it would inhibit our sex drive quite a lot, so I'm afraid that's out of the question," she whispered conspiratorially. Perhaps she should, it's not like I need the damn things. Maybe gelding us would be better. Ariel stopped midst ride and stomped her foot, the heel cashing on the tile with a loud crack."Oh, do SHUT UP! We are TALKING here, and I don't need you interrupting at every sentence with your whining, you fucking eunuch!" Ariel waited for several long seconds, her frame tense, her eyes blazing, as she clenched her twisted blade-bearing hand slowly." Thank you." She caught up with the fearsome servitor of the King and smiled, brushing hair from her eyes in a mild gesture." So terribly sorry, my brother is a bit of a twat sometimes, the prude." She huffed and smiled sadly." I really shouldn't be so hard on him, he is a good fellow, he's just...not of a suitable temperament for this life, you understand? Not like you or me." The last was whispered into the Lady's ear, the metal hand sliding along the soft coif of her hair in a suggestive, flirtatious manner as she drew some stray strands away from Myst's face." Of course, the real issue is I haven't been outside the castle in weeks. Not we, I - he has been out a few times, but nothing to really brag about. Nothing fun, you understand. So, there is quite a bit I would consider for the opportunity to...to exercise myself on your behalf, Lady Myst." She smiled and lifted one shining blade to her mouth and licked the blade slowly, crimson immediately staining her tongue. AH, FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! Goddammit, Ariel!" Oh, do stop whining, it's not like I casually opened a vein in one of the pretty, pretty toys following us." She glanced at the Doll maker as she swallowed the hot copper of their blood, and murmured casually,"I'm allowed to hurt our body as long as it's nothing dangerous to us. The price for not doing...what I would much prefer to be doing." Her gaze moved back, studying the precious, expensive, beautiful things that followed Lady Myst, their entourage." Have you ever seen the muscle strands pulled apart one by one in an arm or a leg? It's amazing how much it hurt yet doesn't induce shock. The nerves are less dense so that one can...explore the inside of the muscle quite a bit before a vein or artery interrupts." Ariel sounded and looked positively wistful.

A False Kingdom – Urban Dystopia [IC] The Castle|rating:1.0

New Paths Taken (TWAW + SF)

Peter was treading dangerous waters as he sat in the hot tub with his Sister in Law. He had convinced her to put on one of her sisters - his wives - bikinis, revealing what he had always known to be a hot body. They were drinking wine and chatting as his wife 'went out with the girls' and the subject had turned onto how pretty she was and why she had never had a boyfriend. Knowing that at 30 she was still a virgin was a turn on for him, even if he was her brother-in-law. And maybe it was the wine talking, but she had even admitted to never having even seen an erect penis in person. So flirty banter and back and forth, and he was certainly feeling a bit turned on." I'll cut you a deal." He says, sternly looking at her as he set his glass of wine down. "Take your top off, and I'll show you mine." It was a dare. How bad did she want to see a dick in person? Could she get over her shyness to get what she wanted? He'd be more than happy to see her topless. Even happier to see her with her lips wrapped around his cock. What his wife didn't find out, she'd never know. Paul pedaled his bike down the bike path and to the park. The headlight on his bike was enough to see by, but there was little in the way for him to get worried about. He checked the GPS on his phone to make sure he was at the right park and the right restroom and sure enough, he was. He looked around and found a secluded area to chain his bike too before stepping into the restroom. He splashed cold water onto his face and washed up a little, but he hadn't sweated much since taking a shower and leaving. Furthermore, he stepped into the stall and just like she had instructed, he saw the glory-hole. It was all well maintained, with a little padding around the hole to make it a lot more comfortable. He unzipped and let his pants fall to the floor before turning his attention back to his phone. He pulled up the latest video his Cougar had sent him, jerking himself hard as he watched her masturbate for him. And then his phone dinged, nearly scaring him, with a message from her saying she had arrived and was waiting. Taking a deep breath, he stepped to the hole in the wall and shoved his cock through it. The hole was big enough that his balls fit too. She'd get to play with all 10 inches of his massive, teen cock. And he was about to get the first blowjob of his life. Simon sat at the desk in his room, playing video games. At 16, he was the youngest in the family and no one really seemed to mind what he did. He didn't know that half the house was empty at the moment. He was too busy sniping Germans while playing Sniper Elite 5, a game that had released just yesterday but a game he already had 6 hours in. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. It was a Friday, and it wasn't like he had friends or plans to go out. He was so absorbed in his video game he had no idea what any of his siblings, parents, or aunt were even up to. They generally didn't bother him unless they were going on some sort of family trip or outing, but that was pretty rare. Alice(always been something of a nerdy girl, and had certainly looked the part for a good portion of her life. Messy hair, thick rimmed glasses, the kind of gal that even her fellow virgin nerds didn't want anything to do with. So she had sworn off having any sort of relationships in her life. Yet somehow, her body had grown out of it, and while she still had some of that lingering meekness to her personality, she had shaped out to become quite attractive to say the least. Going with contacts had allowed her to reveal her face to the world, doing her hair had lightening up her image, and allowing herself some more form fitting clothing enabled her to put out more of her curvature. Or at least her hips and rear anyway, Alice was much smaller in the chest than her older sister Lara. Because of that, the bikini she had borrowed hung a bit loosely, something that Alice had been trying to press against her more modest bosom over and over. How it had come to that though... to be sitting in the family's hot tub and facing her sister's husband, it was a bit odd for her to realize. Then again, she was certainly a bit on the lighter side, so a few glasses of champagne had muddled her memory, and was certainly muddling her thoughts. All she could think about was the way he looked at her... and for whatever reason, despite knowing it was wrong... that girl that said she'd never had sex suddenly wanted it." W-what?" Alice stammered out, surprised by the sudden change in direction. Light flirting had suddenly turned into this... "Uh... HHH... HHH..." Her heart heaved with anxiety... but not the bad kind. No it was more... anticipation. Was he for real? Biting her lip, her first thought was to ask"What about Lara?" But instead, she uttered, "You're serious about that?" Unable to help herself, the desire to see a bare cock up close for the first time got the better of her, and the already loose bikini top suddenly was pulled loose, falling away into the water as Alice's perky breasts jumped out at him. And he could see the vivid, pointy light tan nipples looking out at him, visibly stiffening up slightly. "O-okay... so show me..."---There was no helping it... Peter had driven Lara(what she was doing. He knew how sexually needy she was... so why had he suddenly stopped being so interested in her? He wasn't cheating on her, was he? The thought crossed her mind, but she decided that instead of confronting him about it, she would try it herself. After all, if he was okay with it, then so was she. As a result, she'd taken to the internet where she had quickly discovered a random young guy who seemed very interested in her. The 36-year-old still had a certain charm about her, and that had gotten through their texting and eventually sexting. To the point that Lara got impatient and wanted to get to the next step. Maybe she wasn't willing to go right into hard fucking off the bat, but a little test first. After all, the dick pics she got from him were... a little hard to believe. Given his age, how could he have such a massive cock!? So she waited impatiently by the old glory hole which she had used all the way back in high school. It had fallen out of favor, but she spruced it up and made it look much more appealing than it ever was. The little used public park restroom was out of the way, a new up-to-date building having replaced it along the main path. On Paul's side, it could have easily been a trap... secluded and alone, just the two of them. But it must've been a chance he was willing to take as Lara heard the doors opening, and finally the sound of a zipper and pants planting themselves on the floor. Taking up her cell phone, she quickly tapped in a message, not wanting him to know she had been there for a while. So when that yummy cock finally poked through, Lara was flabbergasted. There it was... totally real! It was huge! And such a perfect sack as well... licking her lips, Lara couldn't help herself. There had been a mutual silence between them, so far not a word had escaped their lips. And no words would escape hers just yet as soon he would be feeling her practiced fingers wrapping around the lower part of his shaft, her other hand cupping his balls from below, and the warm, moist press of her tongue upon his more sensitive tip.---"Fucking asshole! That piece of shit! Ggrhrhngngn!!!!" Beatrice(her way in through the front door, slamming it behind her. She had just come from what she thought was supposed to be a date with her boyfriend... only to find the guy with a girl she despised. Turns out the message he sent her was meant for that slut instead... and seething with rage, the beautiful blonde 17-year-old wanted nothing more than revenge. Being the age she was, the only thing she could think about being proper revenge was something sexual in return. Maybe if she let him see another guy's dick pic on her phone, he'd feel the same way she did! But she couldn't think of any guys she knew who wouldn't want something in return. After all, it wasn't like she intended on cheating on him the same way he did... Walking through the house, the blonde girl noticed that her family was missing. "Where the hell is everyone?" she wondered to herself. She didn't see her mother around and dinner wasn't being made. Her father wasn't in his study. She went upstairs and didn't find Paul nor her aunt in their rooms... Scratching her head, it wasn't until she started to pass her little brother's room that she heard the sounds of his video games blasting through. Well, at least there was the little brat. To say the two siblings didn't get along all that well... it was true. 'BEA' as her family called her, and Simon had been at odds for years, probably because he had stolen her thunder as the youngest and therefore, their parents' favoritism. But at that moment, BEA thought about her intentions and stroked her chin thoughtfully. Barging into his room suddenly, she looked at the game he was playing and sighed. "Wow, another one of these... don't you ever get tired of doing the same stupid things?" she said to him, nonchalantly pulling out her phone and making sure to stand in front of him, blocking his view of the television. Without missing a beat and uncaring of how he reacted, she proceeded to say, in a super serious tone, "Alright Simon, show me your dick." Peter was chasing a forbidden cherry. Taking Alice's cherry would be something he'd remember. He had certainly not popped Lara's cherry - far from it - and he had never popped anyone's cherry before. Not to mention Alice was cute in her own way. And he knew she'd always remember her first time, with him. The first of what he hoped would be many times. She wasn't paying rent so maybe it was the least she could do for him, even if Lara would never know. And he had been playing the game for a few weeks now with Alice, spending all his efforts on flirting with her and making her feel comfortable. Tonight, he was getting the first of the rewards he sought. She should have told him no, that it was inappropriate, that he was her sisters husband and, add add add. His efforts had certainly had their affect on her as she blushed but complied with his request. Her top came off to show him her perk breasts and hardened nipples. He smiled softly, unashamedly staring at them. He moved through the water closer to her, picking her top from where it floated in the bubbling water to place it on the side of the tub. In case she needed to put it back on in a hurry." I get to do a little more than just look." He murmurs, slowly placing his hands on her perk breasts. They were still wonderful, especially on her frame. He gave them a soft, gentle squeeze before rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. "Very nice." He murmurs, darting his head down before she could protest to gently suck on one of her nipples. He rubbed his tongue over the hardened bud as he sucked it into his mouth before releasing it, only to repeat the process to her other breast. As he did so, he undid his shorts in the water and pulled them down. As he slid away from her, he pulled his shorts off and dropped them beside her bikini top. And then he stood up, waist out of the water, showing her his hard, erect cock. At 8 inches, it was well above average and probably monstrous in her eyes NSFW(was willing to bet that 'she' was a 'she' and not some catfish. The videos they'd sent each other had proven that - always carefully cropped to not reveal their faces or anything identifying in the background. She was married, after all, and he was 'young'. Legal, but young. At 18, his mother had been his age when she had had him, her oldest. Little did he know that it was his own mother on the other side of the Glory Hole, admiring his big cock.NSFW(He'd shaved for just this occasion, the light smattering of pubic hair around the base of his cock being the only hairs left. Shaft and balls were smooth. All 10 inches were at her disposal. He gasped as he felt her hand wrap around the base of his shaft. No one had ever touched him there other than himself. She was the first girl - woman - to even see him fully erect, not just online but also in person. And now - now a dream of his was coming true! Her other hand cupped and squeezed his balls - something he often did when he masturbated - which made his sack tighten a little bit more. It certainly felt even better when it was someone else's hand doing it to you! He gasped again as he felt her warm breath envelope the head of his cock as it peeked from its sheath, already leaking precut with anticipation and arousal. She was really going to blow him! He pressed himself further against the wall, almost dropping his phone in the process. He did manage to turn to it and type her a message on the websites' app.BigDick4U: Hands feel amazing! Simon fumbled his game controller as he jumped out of his skin, sending his headset twisting around his head and face. The cord wrapped around his neck and for a breath moment he felt the chill of being strangled before he was able to set his controller down and untangle the cord from around him. It was a damn good thing he wasn't jerking off otherwise his sister would have had a real surprise for her!" Wha-...don't you EVER knock?!" He nearly yells back, furious that BEA thought should just waltz into his room at any moment. He was going to pester Dad about putting a lock on his door or do it himself! Furthermore, he was tired of her constantly walking into his room without knocking, no matter how many times he had asked her. Furthermore, he hoped she wasn't here because she was missing a pair of panties - he knew it was wrong, but the smell of her pussy on them before he wrapped them around his cock as he jerked off, the material adding a new sensation to his virgin cock, was too much to pass up. Even if she was his sister - she was still pretty hot. He'd even stolen a pair of his Aunties panties recently too, for the same satisfaction." You want to see...what? Why would I ever show you that?" He stammers, completely caught off guard by her very unusual request. It was an odd feeling to be sure, something Alice could not really say had ever happened before. She was sexually attracted to the man opposite her, and with him blatantly staring at her exposed breasts, Alice knew she couldn't help but desire anything and everything that could potentially happen between the two of them. Her old ambitions were fully evaporated by that point, and even if it meant losing her virginity to her sister's husband, she was more than willing to do it. Alice's breasts were modest by Lara's standards, but at the same time, there was little if any sag to be found. Indeed, as his hands took hold, he almost entirely had them within his grasp, and there was some plush to be felt as he squeezed. "Alahan..." she uttered lowly, a deep blush forming in her face. Their shape naturally maintained itself, and he could feel the sturdy poking of her extended nipples straight into his palms. By the time he pulled his hand away, Alice was caught completely off guard when he went in for a nipple suck. "Apache!!" At first, she didn't know how to react. She had second thoughts... it had been so sudden! But... it felt so damn good! Her sensitive nipples were getting a man's attention, and it caused her body to tremble and rile up. By the time he went for the second, there was no protest and instead, she hoped it would last longer. "Johann..." So intense was her first time being pleasured in such a way that the young woman lay back and barely registered him letting go and getting up. It took her a moment to process the view in front of her... but when she did, the woman's eyes went wide." Oh my god..." It was an amazing sight! An actual, erect cock, in the flesh, right in front of her! And... rather close to her face... Despite taking a bath together, she could still smell the lingering odor of his crotch and... with flaring nostrils, Alice could hardly contain herself. Biting her lip, she excitedly but timidly reached out, much in the same way he had, and wrapped a delicate hand around his shaft. Looking up at him, she didn't say anything, but her eyes were clearly asking if this was going to happen.---Compared to her husband, this young man was... BIG! She'd had sex with quite a few guys back in the day, she had been one of the popular bitches in school after all. And still... no one could compare to this amazing piece of meat before her. A tender kiss of her lips against the head smoothly led to a tickling lap of her moist tongue along the uppermost edge, flattening her tongue to cover the entirety of the tip and then some. Feeling his sack tightening, her hand there gave a tighter squeeze to accommodate, and her other hand around his shaft kept a firm grip as it slowly slid upward about halfway before pulsing the same way back down. Her phone went off with a visible message, and Lara simply glanced at it without stopping what she was doing. Just the thought of a guy getting off to her again appealed to her greatly, given how her husband hadn't been in the mood for a while. As a sort of reward, Lara did not hesitate and transitioned the licking further into an actual blowjob as her lips wrapped around him and slid down a third of the way in a single go.---Seeing his reaction and getting him riled up was always amusing to BEA, who must have done it for the Lulu by that point. Usually anyway, this was a different story. Of course their mother refused to allow locks in the bedrooms, though maybe that had been because BEA had been a bitch when she was really young and locked herself in her room on purpose for several hours, ultimately forcing their parents to break the door down and give her one hell of a grounding, in addition to removing all locks off everything. So in a way, she had started this torment beforehand! Course, BEA had no idea Simon had any kinds of feelings for her, other than the same contempt she had for him. Usually anyway. With the plentiful amount of underwear, and clothing for that matter, that she owned, it was no wonder she had not realized a single pair had gone missing. Hell, he could probably steal a third of what she owned, and she would still not realize. It wasn't like she ever did laundry anyway... as the middle child, she was the annoying, spoiled one. When he protested, BEA raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Bro, don't ask questions and do it, whip it out, I just want a pic," she said as she took out her phone, "I won't even tell anyone whose dick it is, promise!" She was being very vague... and oddly friendly toward him to say the least. Course, it was an act... it was all for convenience’s sake. "Think of it as you're getting to show your dick to a real girl for the first time in your life. It's like losing your mental virginity." Peter watched as her eyes widened at the sight of what he knew to be her first hard cock. He was certainly standing proud. He smiled as she reached out almost immediately, her hand wrapping around his thick shaft. Her fingertips could nearly touch each other, but he was just a bit too girth for her hand to complete the encirclement." Give it a few tugs - you may as well explore to the fullest." He murmurs, hands resting on his hips. If only Lara could see them now! The thought did make him conscious that at least one, if not two, of his offspring were around. He bit on his lip for a moment." But why don't we take this inside, where we can get more comfortable and not worry about being interrupted?" He suggests, stepping out of the hot tub. He used a towel to quickly pat himself down before grabbing his swim trunks in one hand. Furthermore, he offered his other hand to her - a thrill rising from the fact they'd move through his house half naked. Taking her hand, he led her quickly inside and to the basement door. He led the way down the stairs into the finished basement. There was a guest suite down there along with an entertainment room. With Alice staying there, the basement was off limits to everyone so he was confident they were safe now. He stopped short of the sofa and pressed up behind her, pressing his hard cock against her ass. His hands slid up around her waist to grope her breasts from behind as he kissed her bare shoulder. His touch was firmer now, less experimental. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples once more. "How do you feel about getting on your knees for me and giving your first blowjob? You can feel how hard you've made me - it'd only be fair." Part of him feared that he would suddenly feel the cold blade of a knife slicing his cock off even as the woman caressed him. All Pauls fears quickly subsided as her tongue went from licking to the feeling of her mouth engulfing the bulbous head of his prick. He couldn't help but moan at the sensation. It was far different from jerking himself off. Her mouth was warm and wet, and it all felt amazing. She took a good portion of his cock into her mouth, but he still felt himself pressing his hips against the barrier between them, offering her every last inch of his cock and balls that he could stuff through the hole. They would have to do this again...and again...if it meant getting his dick sucked regularly! There was still the fear that she might turn out to be someone he knew - the mother of a friend, a school teacher, etc. - though that thought alone was rather exciting. He wasn't sure how he would react if it was a MILF he knew. But it did help protect both of them - he couldn't stalk her (or vice versa) or really ruin her marriage. She had certainly not lied about that aspect and while Paul had always thought of himself as monogamous, cheaters-can-burn-n-hell, perhaps its was the age gap that made this all the more exciting. That a married, experienced older woman wanted his cock! Something no single girl his age really seemed to want. Simon gasped at her request. She was serious! And it wasn't over some panty-raiding-blackmail or anything either. He wasn't sure how her reasoning made this of benefit to himself when it was clearly of benefit to her. She clearly wanted a picture of his cock for some reason, to show to someone for some reason, but that still didn't make it a good idea for him." But why... I mean... I'm your brother?" He responds, swiveling his chair to face her before standing up from it. He chewed on his lower lip. "Ok, I'll flash you real quick. But don't laugh or anything, or I'll smack you." He decides, quickly unbuttoning his shorts which fell down around his ankles. It revealed his boxer briefs. He was far from erect though and glanced over her shoulder quickly. "Ready?" He hooked his thumb into his waistband and pulled it down, exposing his flaccid manhood before covering it back up. It was a short peek of a few seconds but even flaccid he had some size to it. It was so big! So girth, so meaty! Certainly something Alice did not expect a cock to feel like. At his behest, she did give a few tugs, her soft, wet hand shifting back and forth on his long sch long. She could feel something that felt like a heartbeat, the way the veins gave the elongated meat some texture. With soft gasps, Alice was still amazed she actually got to do something like this? Licking her lips in silence, she was mesmerized, unable to let go, at least until Peter brought her back to the realm of reality." O-oh right!" she cried with a scared tremble, looking up at one of the windows overlooking the hot tub in the backyard. It was BEA's room, the light was on! Little could they know the girl wasn't in her room though... Either way, with their quick shift, Alice had failed to grab the bikini top and once downstairs, the woman stood in just the soaked bikini bottom. With a soft utter, she felt that hard dick press against her taut rear, and Peter quickly took possession of her." A-ahhn... than..." she cooed lowly as he groped her modest breasts. Her nipples were a weak spot for sure, the super stiff darker fleshed dots vibrating against his thumbs as he touched them. Though when offered to blow him, Alice's eyes widened. "Y-you... you mean it?" Should she even go ahead and do it? A moment of clarity was quickly passed though, as the alcohol took a stronger hold. Alice had no problem and pulled away from him as gently as she could, only to spin around and drop to her knees, quickly taking up his cock once more. Licking her lips, her eyes gazed up at his she opened her mouth and pushed forward, her lips making contact with his cock for the first time.---There was certainly a youthful energy to the member, one that shivered and shook with virginal status. The thought of taking a young man's first time excited her greatly and caused her to go onward, pressing further and further long his shaft. Past the halfway point, with her tongue expertly shifting and sliding around, both providing a guide toward her throat, while simultaneously pleasuring the bottom and sides of his dick. All the while her hands shifted about, one fondling his tense sack with ever greater abandon, to the point her fingers shifted to take a firmer hold of each individual ball, while her other hand on his shaft shifted up and down with a firm grip, jerking him off even as she took in more of his meat." Hrhrngnngmmnn..." the muffled voice of the woman came out, barely audible to him behind dick and wall. Yet the pleasure was real... and in no way was Lara ever thinking about anything other than this young man's dick at that very moment, never questioning her decision.---Admitting to her brother than her boyfriend had cheated on her was obviously not going to happen, that would be humiliating! It would give Simon some fuel to use against her, to make fun of her, just like how she always made fun of him. So, for the time being, it was just something she wanted, for no particular reason. "Come on, whip it out! Whip it out!" Beat eased, getting more energetic the longer he made her wait. "Yeah so? You going to ask me for some head first before you show me?" she said toward him in annoyance, knowing full well any other guy certainly would. Frankly, she would have liked her older brother instead, given that time she accidentally walked into the bathroom with him showering and saw just how large Paul was... but her little brother would have to do. Though when he finally did do it, and despite having the camera at the ready, BEA looked up from it to see it in person. It was flaccid but... it was already that big? The flash had been so quick, she hadn't gotten a picture off! "Bro, c-come on, I didn't get it! You were too quick!" she said, suddenly a bit nervously. "H-hey... you know what would be better? If it was... erect..." she said, biting her lip. It was supposed to be a dick pic after all, what guy flashed his flaccid water? But... it was also starting to be curiosity on her part. Peter was certainly going to go all the way with his wives sister. He was going to make her into the perfect little slut if he had any say in the matter. He certainly wasn't going to stop with a blowjob, or with popping her cherry. She was young and beautiful, and he had to make up for all those years she had been single and a virgin. She certainly seemed eager to learn, grinding against his cock before obediently turning to face him before dropping onto her knees in front of him. Having a woman on her knees in front of him was one of his favorite positions. He planted his feet, cock erect and pointing at her, as he watched her grab his cock before leaning in to wrap her lips around it. "Mm, that's it Alice, suck my cock." He coos down to her, cock as hard as it had ever been as she sucked on it. He reached out with a hand, sliding it through her hair to rest at the back of her head. "Play with my balls too." Paul knew he had made the right decision. No girl his age, inexperienced and shy, would be able to do to his cock what this woman was doing to it right now. He felt the head of his cock slide into her throat, the tight passage squeezing around him as she took half his length into her mouth. And all the while he could feel her tongue working along its underside, adding to his pleasure. Her hands were busy as well, massaging his balls with more force than he normally used. But it felt amazing! New sensations he hadn't experienced before. And her other hand was jerking the other half of his shaft. It was so much more than the sort of pleasure he could give himself. He could already feel his orgasm starting to build in the base of his cock." You had your chance!" He counters though stops short of pulling up his shorts. In his boxer briefs, she'd still be able to see that flaccid bulge of a cock." Erect?! You never said that was how you wanted it! Well, that is out of the question! I am not going to look at porn in front of my sister!" He still didn't know why she needed a picture of his dick. Wait - she had a boyfriend! Why couldn't she get a picture of his dick instead? "Besides, you have a boyfriend! Take a picture of him next time you see him. It'd be a lot easier!" Alice was being cautious, being how just as she was a virgin between her legs, she was also a virgin between her lips. She wasn't really sure how sensitive he would be, if doing something might hurt him... just the feeling of his rock hard meat almost made her cringe and she wondered how this meant he was aroused instead of hurting. After all, muscles tended to become stuff from negative causes, right? But his fingers through her hair were reassuring, and with his insistence, her lips parted as his cock started to slowly disappear between virgin tender lips. "Mann..." Bit by bit she went, not wanting to rush, and at his addition, she reached for his sack. Again, Alice did not know how to really fondle him, and so she did little more than pressing her soft fingers around his balls.---The taste was positively amazing! Having a new cock in her mouth really energized the experience Lara, though at the same time, the sheer size of the boy's cock made her take a pause from going any further. He was bigger than her husband, that was for sure... could she really deep throat him as much as she did Peter? It was a challenge to say the least, and normally Lara wouldn't have shied away from any sexual offering. But at the same time, maybe she lost a bit of confidence in herself having been relegated to a single man, and one who had lost interest in her. But hearing the young man's moans made her giddy, her grip on his cock and balls shifting into a tighter, more dominating grasp as she forced herself to take in more of him, comfortably fitting a full eight inches of his shaft down her throat. "Origin..." she grunted lowly, needing to take a deep breath before she attempted to go beyond what she figured might have been her limits.---Simon was really starting to annoy BEA. She tried to be nice to him for once... at least, what she would consider nice... but it was hard since he was resisting her wishes so much. And the more he did, the more annoyed she got, to the point that when he did bring up her boyfriend, BEA couldn't hold herself back. "That fucking prick cheated on, so I want to make sure he sees a dick pic on my phone to teach him a lesson!" Having let that out of the bag, BEA groaned. "Look, any other guy would do it for me only if I did something for him... you going to be like them too? What, you want to see my boobs or something? You want to give them a tug? Is that what you want?" BEA growled at him, as if it had been his idea all along." I just want a quick dick pic. That's it! I swear!" Still, the blonde girl had a bit of trouble hiding her blush. "B-besides, I'm sure your huge cock would make him jealous..." It hadn't been her intention to get her younger brother riled up, but she had inadvertently complimented him. Peter was enjoying being the first cock that Alice experienced, even if her inexperience was showing. How had she gotten so far in life without sucking a cock?" Good girl, Alice. I'm not made of glass...you can be a bit rougher, a bit firmer. I'm sure you've seen porn before." He moans down at her, precut leaking from his tip into her mouth to give her her first real taste of cum. He refrained from grabbing the back of her head and fucking her face. Furthermore, he didn't want to turn her off sucking cock the first time she actually attempted the thing! Paul loved the way she was gripping his dick. A real woman, who knew what she wanted and how to get it. He hoped she'd be down for doing this again - it was a million times better than jerking himself off! He couldn't help but moan as he felt his cock slide into the tight entrance of her throat as she seemed to swallow him whole, taking nearly his full length into her mouth. He shuddered with pleasure. If she managed to put together a few deepthroar head bobbing motions together in a row, he'd probably bust his load right there. Simon looked at his sister with shock, feeling pity for her since she had been cheated on. But now he knew why she wanted a dick pick. But it was still a tough ask - he was her brother after all! - but her words drew his attention to her perk tits." Fine. Show me yer tits and let me have a tug, and then I'll show you my dick again so you can take a picture of it." He agrees, not fully believing she was about to take her shirt off AND let him grope a feel of her breasts. There was just no way she'd do that just for a dick pic of her own brothers cock. She had probably just said all of that in the heat of the moment. It did have Simon wonder which girl his sister boyfriend had cheated on her with. Hopefully not any of her hot friends. The mention of porn made Alice cringe a bit, as if reminding her of the only source of sexuality she had all her life. In a way though, it certainly egged her on, making her recall quite a few hot scenes of rough sex going on. The way some of those woman deep throated so harshly... it turned her on and made Alice want to try and give him the same experience but be unsure how to do it, either due to her own limitations or his own. But given how Peter was telling her to go on, the grip on his balls and around his shaft tightened, the sucking growing more intense as she slowly started to figure it out, as if it were some natural occurrence that just took a little time to get used to." Mhnn..." she moaned lowly as more and more of his dick disappeared into her mouth, her soft, pouty lips making it that much more alluring. Still, her grip on his sack was hesitant to say the least, knowing that it was a weak part of the man, or at least thinking so given what happened when men were kicked in the crotch. Surely she had to be more careful with them... right?---Hearing the muffled moans of the young man through the wall made Lara feel invigorated. The older she got, the more worried she grew with her sexual ability. She was a ravenous slut in her earlier days, and to think that it might come to an end made her life feel all that much worse, especially considering that she blamed herself for Peter's disinterest. But hearing a younger man enjoying her rather experienced blowjob and feeling just how big he was in her mouth made the woman want to do it even more, to experience her sexual urges non-stop. "Hrhgnngngn..." Yet Lara found herself struggling to get those last two inches down her throat, something she had yet to ever accomplish. He was just so big! But to her, it was a challenge. Audibly gargling on his cock, Paul would be able to hear her guttural groans through the wall, and certainly feel them around his dick, the vibrations caused by her shifting throat surrounding him entirely. He was so big that by the time her lips were pressing against his crotch, Lara felt as if she couldn't breathe!---The fact that Simon did ask for not only a peek but even a touch surprised BEA, who took a step back with wide open eyes. It was definitely something she had said in the heat of the moment but... at the same time, something inside her made her think about it. Her shitty little brother would be open to that? The gears in the girl's head started to turn, and given how impressive he was down there, BEA was starting to mentally readjust her position to his snot-nakedness. "F-fine... but it's just for the dick pick, okay? Doesn't mean anything!" she said quickly but was already starting to unbutton her shirt. Unlike her mother and aunt, BEA had a more modest chest, but it was still one that Simon would get to see in the flesh. A cute pink bra exposed itself to Simon as BEA's shirt fell away, and she got it off rather quickly, apparently well practiced in the art of taking off a bra in just moments. Suddenly, Simon was met with his older sister's perky breasts, the soft but firm looking tits staring back at him, as if wanting him to touch them, her small pink nipples pointing outwardly at him. "Just a touch and I get that dick pic of your erection, got it?" she said, blushing a bit as she stood there, waiting for him to react. Peter felt the sucking intensify along with her grip. That was more like it, he thought, making in pleasure as she continued to stick his hard cock. “Mm, that’s it. Suck me baby just like that.” He encouraged his topless sister-in-law. He reached down with his hands to cut and squeeze her perk tits, tugging on her hardened nipples.“Harder and faster and tug on my balls. Right now you need to make me cum. Tomorrow, I am sure we can find some time for you to suck me to your hearts content.” He was certainly going to enjoy letting her practice his cock. It would hopefully make her more willing to spread her legs for him later. He wanted to claim all of her cherries. Paul was a goner. The woman swallowed his whole cock, audible gagging on it. He could hear her through the wall of the stall. He was far too inexperienced to hold out much longer than that and as she pulled back to b rather, he shot his load into her mouth. His whole body tensed as the most powerful organ of his life course through his body. His cock twitching before his final release was about all the warning she got. Hot sticky streams of his seed flooded her mouth as his clock swelled and played with orgasm. Support after short filled her mouth. She’d have to swallow, or it would start spilling past her lips. He shuddered as he finished, chock remaining semi hard despite the orgasm Simon started as BEA started to unbutton her shirt. He had only been joking, an attempt to put an end to this madness. Instead, he found himself staring at his sisters bra and toned torso as her too came off. And then, for the first time in his life, he saw a pair of breasts for the first time. He started, motionless, for a short time before remembering what he had asked for. Slowly he reached out and groped his sisters perk breasts with both hands, rubbing his thumb over her nipples. Then he blushed as he realized what he was doing.“Wow, those are amazing.” He stammers. His arousal was evident in his shorts now, just the trick to get him hard. “I, ready for your photo?” He alas still staring at her breasts. Her pushed his shorts all the way down now, his hard clock bobbing free. Fully engorged and peeking from its sheath it was a solid 8 inches long and thick. His encouragement definitely went a long way in giving Alice some clues as to how she was doing, and given his further insistence, she tried doing just that. Moving her head back and forth with more vigor, she haphazardly clenched her lips tighter around him though her tongue had yet to do anything productive. Unlike her older sister, who Peter would know was pretty much a blowjob expert, Alice was starting nearly at square one, with only a general background knowledge of what she was doing, more so trying to imitate what she had seen rather than knowing what she was doing." Mhgnn..." she mumbled lowly as the blowjob intensified, though she still seemed hesitant to go all out like some of those sluts she had seen. Still, she squeezed his sack tighter, bit by bit.---One thing that Lara wasn't used to anymore was a male who had trouble holding back, as was the case with the younger guys. Peter had probably grown used to her antics over the years, and was hardly the younger, less experienced guy he was when they first met. Then again, neither was she, and the difference in that experience ultimately led to Paul's downfall, one which Lara questioned when she felt the sudden throttle of the fat dick in her mouth." Mrhgn?" was all she managed to muffled get out before the flood of hot, sticky and rather yummy cum slapped unto her tongue and toward the back of her mouth. But what also surprised her was just how much there was! This young man kept pumping his seed, and she had to swallow it rapidly, taking a very large gulp before more flooded forth. By the time he was done, she was already starting to lick him clean, though Lara gasped at the feeling of it still standing for the most part.---BEA couldn't help but blush as Simon's reaction was rather... interesting to her. Suddenly, he didn't look so put off, and her gaze fell to his crotch where his erection become more and more obvious. Still, as he reached out to grope her, the girl cried out in surprise. "H-hey, not so rough!" It was more so the surprise of a total virgin groping her, as her boyfriend had several girlfriends before her... and of course, now during their relationship. Suddenly, she didn't see Simon as that snot nose brat, but more so as a pervy virgin who was perhaps a bit too eager in an endearing way. "Alahan... Hahn!" She couldn't help but moan out as he thumbed her more sensitive perky nipples, which stiffened in reaction. At least it was all for her goal, but now she was starting to get aroused herself. And as she saw his extensive cock there, BEA could hardly help but lick her lips as she snapped the photo. On the other hand, she had literally caught her boyfriend fucking that bitch... so maybe a pic wasn't enough. "Hey... here, record this," BEA said suddenly. She was changing the deal, but didn't tell him what she was going to do. Shoving the phone into his grasp, she suddenly fell to her knees in front of him and took hold of his erotic shaft, her soft hands definitely a total difference from what he was used to. “So good Alice.” He moans as she intensifies her sucking. She was slowly bringing him towards orgasm but would have to get a bit more aggressive. “We’ll make a cocksucker out of you yet.” He leaned down to grope her breasts once more teasing her nipples with his fingers. Then an idea popped into his head.“Why don’t we finish with a tit fuck? I can be in control that way, and you still get to duck my cock. Yeah? Get up on your bed and lay on your back.” He commands pulling away from her. Once she got in position he climbed onto of her, straddling her chest, dragging his balls against her skin.“Squeeze your ties together around my shaft and I will do the rest.” He grabbed her hair and lifted her head up, so her mouth could close around his cock. Paul felt her swallowing with every pump of his cock. And then she was sucking every last drop from his shaft. He withstood it for as long as he could b before the sensitivity was too much. Only then did he pull away panting as he did so. He pulled his pants back up and grabbed his phone.“That was amazing. Was it good for you? I don’t know how I could go this long without experiencing that before! We need to do it again soon. Yes?” Her moans were new and exciting. But she was his sister. He fumbled her phone as she gave it to him and then stared through the screen as his topless sister dropped to her knees and grabbed his coco with both hands. He had seen too many pornos to know what that meant. And he was powerless to stop her even as he spoke. “What are you doing BEA?” He stammers, cock twitching in her hands. The first pair of hand s to ever touch his hard clock. Alice was doing her best, but she had a long way to go to be able to match her sister's cocksucking abilities. Still, perhaps a tighter throat that was more naturally prone to squeezing his cock rather than an intentional one was the difference he craved, that was certainly a possibility. Either way, his squeezing of her breasts made her groan around his cock, her muffled vibrations adding to his pleasure, while his fingers playing with her utterly erect nipples added to her own. A tit fuck? The woman looked a bit taken aback. She was painfully aware of how her chest didn't compare to that of her sister. Could she even pull it off? She was a bit hesitant to be embarrassed but his instance certainly helped. Once on the bed on her back, Alice lay there, staring up at him expectantly but nervously, and gasping as she felt his erection and his thick sack against her flesh. Doing her best, Alice squeezed her modest breasts together, making less of a hole and more of a trench for him to go through, mostly relegated to her flesh caressing the lower half of his cock. But she was able to bring her head forward more, so he could easily reach her mouth and lips.---Lara struggled to hold it all together, amazed how someone as experienced as her could barely hold unto someone young like that. So when he suddenly pulled back and away from her, there was a sensation of relief that it was finally over, as several splatters fell from her open mouth and soiled her dress. Wiping her cum stained lips with her arm, she licked her lips as the lingering taste was slowly driving her crazy for more. "MHN... yes..." she cooed through the wall. While his voice sounded familiar, the poor acoustics of the bathroom distorted the voice enough that she couldn't quite put her finger on who that was.---BEA ignored her little brother's words as she started to really go at it, tugging and groping his cock firmly and with purpose. At that rate, it would be a wonder if he lasted long at all... the sensations of her soft hands around his dick were very different from what he was used to. She stroked and stroked over and over and looked up into the camera with a lewd expression on her face. "See this cock, Jack? Yeah... it's a million times better than yours, asshole! Cheat on me again, and it's going in my pussy instead of yours!" Whether she meant it or not was up for debate, even in her own mind. But BEA didn't stop, too focused on making her boyfriend jealous to realize what effects she was having on Simon. The added friction of her breasts was more than enough. He started to thrust back and forth, faster and faster, the skin-on-skin sensation tingling along the length of his shaft. The head of his cock dipped into her mouth with each thrust forward and his balls dragged across her chest too. It all felt great to him. He reached back with his other hand, leaning back slightly so he could slide it down her stomach and inside her bikini bottoms. His fingers started to rub over the folds of her pussy, slick with her arousal. He slid the tip of one finger into her tight, virgin cunt. He hoped he'd be soon sliding his cock into her virgin cunt but for now, he'd settle for a tit-fuck. Furthermore, he started to pant with his need to cum and found himself on the verge." Mhm...here it comes baby..." He moans down to her, thrusting one last time between her breasts before resting the first inch or two of his cock inside of her mouth. He moaned as he came, spurt after spurt of his hot seed flooding into her mouth. Paul panted and slowly pulled his pants back up, head swimming from the first BJ he had ever experienced. He pulled his phone out and texted her:"Maybe we can do this again tomorrow at same time?" He hopes, moving to leave the bathroom stall. He checked himself in the mirror before heading out into the darkness - peeking his head out first to make sure no one was around to see him. Furthermore, he hurried over to his bike, unlocking the chain before getting on, pedaling back towards home. It was a miracle that Simon was able to keep the camera steady as his sister jerked off his big, hard cock. He had never felt bigger, been harder, or been so aroused as her hands worked their magic along his shaft. This was more than just wanting to take a dick-picture of him to tease her boyfriend with. The revelation that the guy had cheated on his sister barely even registered as he struggled to hold back the impending orgasm. His sister was certainly good with her hands and seemed intent on getting him off. His resistance crumbled with her words, the thought of sticking his cock in her pussy - even if she was his sister - too much for him to handle. He groaned and shuddered as he came hard, the first few spurts of his cum jetting out of his cock to spray her in the face before the rest of it dripped down onto her face and exposed breasts.

New Paths Taken (TWAW + SF)|rating:1.0

Yugioh PbP_ Lorolar vs Aiurax

A man with shock of wavy silver hair and a deep black leather jacket approaches you from the other side of the dueling arena. Chains dangle from his trousers and his duel disk, some attached to the jacket, some just dangling loose." Well hi there, welcome to the dueling arena. Hope you enjoy your stay, we'll soon be leaving for the different dimension." Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide - Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 6 - D.D. Scout Plane 7 - Marshmallow 8 - D.D. Survivor 9 - D.D. Survivor 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - D.D. Warrior Lady 12 - D.D. Warrior Lady 13 - Green Meiji The Eliza 14 - Green Meiji The Eliza 15 - Stealth Bird 16 - Stealth Bird 17 - Stealth Bird 18 - Allure of Darkness 19 - Allure of Darkness 20 - Chaos End 22 - D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 23 - Wave Motion Cannon 24 - Dimensional Fissure 25 - Dimensional Fissure 26 - Gravity Bind 28 - Soul Absorption 29 - Soul Absorption 30 - Bottomless Trap Hole 31 - Bottomless Trap Hole 32 - D.D. Dynamite 33 - D.D. Dynamite 34 - D.D. Dynamite 35 - Grave robber's Retribution 36 - Grave robber's Retribution 37 - Macro Cosmos 38 - Macro Cosmos 39 - Macro Cosmos 40 - Return from the Different Dimension "Lets see who'll be first to blast off in this little adventure of ours m'Kay? I'll take first turn if I get the chance"Initiative(1d20)[17]Starting hand(5d40)[8][15][37][7][32](99)Re-rolls(5d40)[23][16][21][5][15](80){table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide D.D. Dynamite Marshmallow Macro Cosmos Stealth Bird D.D. Survivor Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 6 - D.D. Scout Plane 7–8–9 - D.D. Survivor 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - D.D. Warrior Lady 12 - D.D. Warrior Lady 13 - Green Meiji The Eliza 14 - Green Meiji The Eliza 15–16 - Stealth Bird 17 - Stealth Bird 18 - Allure of Darkness 19 - Allure of Darkness 20 - Chaos End 22 - D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 23 - Wave Motion Cannon 24 - Dimensional Fissure 25 - Dimensional Fissure 26 - Gravity Bind 28 - Soul Absorption 29 - Soul Absorption 30 - Bottomless Trap Hole 31 - Bottomless Trap Hole 32–33 - D.D. Dynamite 34 - D.D. Dynamite 35 - Grave robber's Retribution 36 - Grave robber's Retribution 37–38 - Macro Cosmos 39 - Macro Cosmos 40 - Return from the Different Dimension Hi! Hi! A dizzy blonde, wearing what seems to be a cosplay costume of a mermaid (tail and all) waves enthusiastic in your direction, causing her to lose her balance and fall flat on her butt. Owie. That hurt! She rubs at her bottom before hauling herself to her feet, dusting off her costume and grinning widely. That doesn't usually happen... Honest!! Shall we play? Field Magic: None{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | -- | -- | ---- | -- | -- | -- | --[/table]Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Face down: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 40 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Goblin Attack Force 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Masked Sorcerer 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Mermaid 13. Toon Mermaid 14. Toon Dark Magician Girl 15. Toon Dark Magician Girl 16. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 17. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 18. Sangan 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Nightmares Steel cage 21. Giant Trade 22. Vengeful Bog Spirit 23. Vengeful Bog Spirit 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Pot of Avarice 26. Sebek's Blessing 27. Toon Table of Contents 28. Toon Table of Contents 29. Toon Table of Contents 30. Toon World 31. Toon World 32. Toon World 33. Emergency Provisions 34. Emergency Provisions 35. Emergency Provisions 36. Barrel Behind the Door 37. Sakuretsu Armor 38. Sakuretsu Armor 39. Toon Defense 40. Toon Defense Voodoo. So cool! Her eyes become star-like and sparkly as she sees you draw your cards. I'm ready to create a whole new world! Init:(1d20)[1]Hand:(5d40)[40][3][24][3][17](87) (IOC) Do I have to re-roll? I got two threes. "With that flunk of an initiative roll looks like I'm blasting off first"(1d35)[32]"Uninspired, but I'll throw down 3 face downs and end my turn"((Nah, just take slot 4, shouldn't be a problem))Initiative(1d35)[32]{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|F|-|--|F|F|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide D.D. Dynamite Stealth Bird D.D. Survivor Face down: Grave robber's Retribution Macro Cosmos Marshmallow Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 6 - D.D. Scout Plane 7 - D.D. Survivor 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - D.D. Warrior Lady 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - Green Meiji The Eliza 12 - Green Meiji The Eliza 13 - Stealth Bird 14 - Stealth Bird 15 - Allure of Darkness 16 - Allure of Darkness 17 - Chaos End 18 - D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 20 - Wave Motion Cannon 21 - Dimensional Fissure 22 - Dimensional Fissure 23 - Gravity Bind 24 - Soul Absorption 26 - Soul Absorption 27 - Bottomless Trap Hole 28 - Bottomless Trap Hole 29 - D.D. Dynamite 30 - D.D. Dynamite 31 - Grave robber's Retribution 32–33 - Macro Cosmos 34 - Macro Cosmos 35 - Return from the Different Dimension Threeeeeeee face downs, huh? Wonder what those are!! She inspects your cards, sniffs the air then licked her fingers. Hmmm. Interesting. I'll draw. Draw:(1d35)[8]Field Magic: None{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | -- | -- | ---- | -- | -- | -- | --[/table]Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Too Defense, Too Gemini Elf, Swords of Revealing Light, Too Gemini Elf and Blue-Eyes Too Dragon Face down: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 40 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Goblin Attack Force 4. Toon Goblin Attack Force 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Masked Sorcerer 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Mermaid 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Mystical Space Typhoon 17. Nightmares Steel cage 18. Giant Trade 19. Vengeful Bog Spirit 20. Vengeful Bog Spirit 21. Pot of Avarice 22. Sebek's Blessing 23. Toon Table of Contents 24. Toon Table of Contents 25. Toon Table of Contents 26. Toon World 27. Toon World 28. Toon World 29. Emergency Provisions 30. Emergency Provisions 31. Emergency Provisions 32. Barrel Behind the Door 33. Sakuretsu Armor 34. Sakuretsu Armor 35. Toon Defense The bright sparkle in her eyes dims a little. She seems to be thinking hard about a strategy. Her nose wrinkles and then she looks her opponent straight in the eye. I uhm. I uh. Uhm. I set this card down there on the right. As well as this card on the left. And then use this: Swords of Revealing Light.((IOC: I won't flip up my monster just yet because if you have anything to destroy Swords then its effect is negated, but if you don't the card gets flipped up, alright?)) Field Magic: None{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | -- | -- | FDF | -- | -- | RL | --[/table]RL = Swords of Revealing Light. FD = Face Down Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Too Gemini Elf, Blue-Eyes Too Dragon, Too Masked Sorcerer. Face down: 2 Spoiler Hide Too Gemini Elf Too Defense Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 34 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Goblin Attack Force 4. Toon Goblin Attack Force 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Masked Sorcerer 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Mermaid 9. Toon Mermaid 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Dark Magician Girl 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 14. Sangan 15. Mystical Space Typhoon 16. Nightmares Steel cage 17. Giant Trade 18. Vengeful Bog Spirit 19. Vengeful Bog Spirit 20. Pot of Avarice 21. Sebek's Blessing 22. Toon Table of Contents 23. Toon Table of Contents 24. Toon Table of Contents 25. Toon World 26. Toon World 27. Toon World 28. Emergency Provisions 29. Emergency Provisions 30. Emergency Provisions 31. Barrel Behind the Door 32. Sakuretsu Armor 33. Sakuretsu Armor 34. Toon Defense ((Swords doesn't flip your monsters just mine you realize))"You've revealed my Marshmallow, good thing you found it this was, or you'd have been in for a big bang, or bounce if you will" ((IOC: Oh yeah x.x how newbie was that?)) (1d34)[5]"I tho down a face down and end my turn{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|mm|-|--|F|F|-|-[/table]Monsters: Marshmallow. Survivor Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide D.D. Dynamite Stealth Bird D.D. Survivor Face down: Grave robber's Retribution Macro Cosmos D.D. Scout Plane Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 6–7 - D.D. Survivor 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - D.D. Warrior Lady 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - Green Meiji The Eliza 12 - Green Meiji The Eliza 13 - Stealth Bird 14 - Stealth Bird 15 - Allure of Darkness 16 - Allure of Darkness 17 - Chaos End 18 - D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 20 - Wave Motion Cannon 21 - Dimensional Fissure 22 - Dimensional Fissure 23 - Gravity Bind 24 - Soul Absorption 26 - Soul Absorption 27 - Bottomless Trap Hole 28 - Bottomless Trap Hole 29 - D.D. Dynamite 30 - D.D. Dynamite 31 - Grave robber's Retribution 32 - Macro Cosmos 33 - Macro Cosmos 34 - Return from the Different Dimension You seem to like face downs!! How cool! So do I! It seems this duel will be epic in all proportions! Are you ready to make a Whole New World with me!? The dizzy blonde then draws her cards, fumbling about to arrange them in her hand without falling over again. Draw:(1d34)[4] ((oh hell. I think we may have to declare this duel void. I have just realized I'm playing less than a 40 deck. Furthermore, I copy pasted it from another thread I'd used it in, and I guess I didn't realize that I was missing cards. This makes you winner by forfeit, would you mind starting again with me editing in cards to make my deck legal? I'm very sorry about this)) ((IOC: Oh o.o I guess we've both been silly this turn, huh? It's alright, my deck wasn't being very nice to me)) ((give me a minute or two to make up the difference in my deck then we'll restart. You can have new first turn if you want it and I'll post again following. Sorry)) Starting hand(5d40)[15][6][5][26][22](74)Re-rolls(5d40)[28][31][39][34][32](164){table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide Stealth Bird Spirit Reaper Nightmare Wheel Gravity Bind Nightmare Wheel Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 5–6–7 - Marshmallow 8 - D.D. Survivor 9 - D.D. Survivor 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - D.D. Warrior Lady 12 - D.D. Warrior Lady 13 - Green Meiji The Eliza 14 - Green Meiji The Eliza 15–16 - Stealth Bird 17 - Stealth Bird 18 - Allure of Darkness 19 - Allure of Darkness 20 - Chaos End 21 - Nightmare Wheel 22–23 - Wave Motion Cannon 24 - Dimensional Fissure 25 - Dimensional Fissure 26–27 - Gravity Bind 28 - Metal Reflect Slime 29 - Karma Cut 30 - Bottomless Trap Hole 31 - Bottomless Trap Hole 32 - D.D. Dynamite 33 - D.D. Dynamite 34 - D.D. Dynamite 35 - Grave robber's Retribution 36 - Grave robber's Retribution 37 - Macro Cosmos 38 - Macro Cosmos 39 - Macro Cosmos 40 - ceasefire Hi! Hi! A dizzy blonde, wearing what seems to be a cosplay costume of a mermaid (tail and all) waves enthusiastic in your direction, causing her to lose her balance and fall flat on her butt. Owie. That hurt! She rubs at her bottom before hauling herself to her feet, dusting off her costume and grinning widely. That doesn't usually happen... Honest!! Shall we play? Field Magic: None{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | -- | -- | ---- | -- | -- | -- | --[/table]Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Face down: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 40 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Goblin Attack Force 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Masked Sorcerer 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Mermaid 13. Toon Mermaid 14. Toon Dark Magician Girl 15. Toon Dark Magician Girl 16. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 17. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 18. Sangan 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Nightmares Steel cage 21. Giant Trade 22. Vengeful Bog Spirit 23. Vengeful Bog Spirit 24. Swords of Revealing Light 25. Pot of Avarice 26. Sebek's Blessing 27. Toon Table of Contents 28. Toon Table of Contents 29. Toon Table of Contents 30. Toon World 31. Toon World 32. Toon World 33. Emergency Provisions 34. Emergency Provisions 35. Emergency Provisions 36. Barrel Behind the Door 37. Sakuretsu Armor 38. Sakuretsu Armor 39. Toon Defense 40. Toon Defense ((*hits forehead*I've been doing 1d40 x.x that's why it wasn't working. I'm sorry.)) Oooooo. So cool! Her eyes become star-like and sparkly as she sees you draw your cards. I'm ready to create a whole new world with you! Draw:(5d40)[11][27][7][20][22](87) Much better! I shall go first, yes. She nods continuously. Draw:(1d35)[17] Helene. I play my spell book to get my playground from my deck. Then I let you play in my playground with me when I use it on my field. Then I special summon myself onto the field and then summon my army to protect my beauty! WWW. Then I use this ghastly card! The dizzy blonde seems to be in a World of her own already. For her first move she uses Too Table of Contents to draw Too World to her hand, before activating its effect as a field spell card. She then special summons Too Mermaid to the field, as well as summoning Too Robin Attack Force. Before she is satisfied she plays Vengeful Bog Spirit. And places one card face down. Field Magic: None{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | TM | TG | -- | ---- | FD | -- | BG | --[/table]TM = Too Mermaid ATK1400/DEF1500TG = Too Goblin Attack Force ATK2300/DEF0BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = FacedownSpoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Nightmares Steel cage. Face down: 2 Spoiler Hide Vengeful Bog Spirit Mystical Space Typhoon. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: 1 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 33 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 16. Sangan 17. Giant Trade 18. Vengeful Bog Spirit 19. Swords of Revealing Light 20. Pot of Avarice 21. Sebek's Blessing 22. Toon Table of Contents 23. Toon Table of Contents 24. Toon World 25. Toon World 26. Emergency Provisions 27. Emergency Provisions 28. Emergency Provisions 29. Barrel Behind the Door 30. Sakuretsu Armor 31. Sakuretsu Armor 32. Toon Defense 33. Toon Defense (1d35)[18]The man before you looks at his hand, blinks twice in disbelief then smiles." This hand is so beautiful I think I could cry. I set a monster and three face downs and then end my turn."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|F|-|--|F|F|F|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide Spirit Reaper Gravity Bind Face down: Nightmare Wheel Nightmare Wheel Stealth Bird Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 5 - Marshmallow 6 - D.D. Survivor 7 - D.D. Survivor 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - D.D. Warrior Lady 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - Green Meiji The Eliza 12 - Green Meiji The Eliza 13 - Stealth Bird 14 - Stealth Bird 15 - Allure of Darkness 16 - Allure of Darkness 17 - Chaos End 18–19 - Wave Motion Cannon 20 - Dimensional Fissure 21 - Dimensional Fissure 22 - Gravity Bind 23 - Metal Reflect Slime 24 - Karma Cut 25 - Bottomless Trap Hole 26 - Bottomless Trap Hole 27 - D.D. Dynamite 28 - D.D. Dynamite 29 - D.D. Dynamite 30 - Grave robber's Retribution 31 - Grave robber's Retribution 32 - Macro Cosmos 33 - Macro Cosmos 34 - Macro Cosmos 35 - ceasefire No playing in my playground with me? She pouts at her opponent before drawing her next card. Draw:(1d33)[15] Hmm mm. I attack you directly with my army and then pay some of my prettiness to attack you with my mermaid directly again. She seems to be becoming less and less stable as the duel carries on. Attacking you directly first with Too Goblin Attack Force, which makes it turn to defense position. Then by paying 500 of her life points she attacks you directly with Too Mermaid. Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | TM | TG | -- | ---- | FD | -- | BG | --[/table]TM = Too Mermaid ATK1400/DEF1500TG = Too Goblin Attack Force ATK2300/DEF0 (defense position)BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = FacedownSpoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Nightmares Steel cage, Blue-Eyes Too Dragon. Face down: 2 Spoiler Hide Vengeful Bog Spirit Mystical Space Typhoon. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: 1 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 32 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Giant Trade 17. Vengeful Bog Spirit 18. Swords of Revealing Light 19. Pot of Avarice 20. Sebek's Blessing 21. Toon Table of Contents 22. Toon Table of Contents 23. Toon World 24. Toon World 25. Emergency Provisions 26. Emergency Provisions 27. Emergency Provisions 28. Barrel Behind the Door 29. Sakuretsu Armor 30. Sakuretsu Armor 31. Toon Defense 32. Toon Defense "I'm afraid playtime is over little Missy for I activate two copies of Nightmare Wheel which will stop your two monsters in their tracks. And when my turn rolls around they'll grind your monsters for some damage for you. This episode just got a little darker" Grrr. How dare you trap me in this filthy wheel! I would rather die! On her main phase two she tributes both monsters to special summon out Blue-Eyes Too Dragon from her hand worthy sacrifice for my pet! "And an amusing for I activate, would you believe it, my third Nightmare wheel! I guess these tools can be funny after all" Those funny wheels can not contain my beautiful darling! For I shall destroy that card! Just you wait and see! She activates her face down card; Mystical Space Typhoon. To destroy your third Wheel. In doing so her Dragon stretches and releases itself from the cards grip. She then sets one card face down and ends her turn. Waggling her tail affectionately, in what she seems to think is a cute way. Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | TD | -- | ---- | FD | -- | BG | --[/table]TD = Blue-Eyes Too Dragon ATK3000/DEF2500BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = FacedownSpoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing. Face down: 1 Spoiler Hide Nightmares Steel cage. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: 4 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Too Goblin Attack Force Mystical Space Typhoon Too Mermaid Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 32 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Giant Trade 17. Vengeful Bog Spirit 18. Swords of Revealing Light 19. Pot of Avarice 20. Sebek's Blessing 21. Toon Table of Contents 22. Toon Table of Contents 23. Toon World 24. Toon World 25. Emergency Provisions 26. Emergency Provisions 27. Emergency Provisions 28. Barrel Behind the Door 29. Sakuretsu Armor 30. Sakuretsu Armor 31. Toon Defense 32. Toon Defense (1d34)[32]"All three wheels used and disposed of in a single turn. Nice." He smiles and draws his card for the turn"And with that it's time to take this to another dimension. I set two cards face down then reveal my monster, Stealth bird" A flurry of razor sharp feathers is launched in your direction"When flipped this bad boy burns you for 1000 direct damage then my stealth bird's second effect flips it back face down. With that I suppose I'll set another monster and call it a turn but as soon as yours starts I'll activate macro cosmos now any card that would be sent to the graveyard is removed from play instead."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|F|F|--|-|F|MC|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide Face down: Stealth Bird Gravity Bind Spirit Reaper Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 5 - Marshmallow 6 - D.D. Survivor 7 - D.D. Survivor 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - D.D. Warrior Lady 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - Green Meiji The Eliza 12 - Green Meiji The Eliza 13 - Stealth Bird 14 - Stealth Bird 15 - Allure of Darkness 16 - Allure of Darkness 17 - Chaos End 18 - Wave Motion Cannon 19 - Dimensional Fissure 20 - Dimensional Fissure 21 - Gravity Bind 22 - Metal Reflect Slime 23 - Karma Cut 24 - Bottomless Trap Hole 25 - Bottomless Trap Hole 26 - D.D. Dynamite 27 - D.D. Dynamite 28 - D.D. Dynamite 29 - Grave robber's Retribution 30 - Grave robber's Retribution 31 - Macro Cosmos 32–33 - Macro Cosmos 34 - ceasefire Ahhhhhh! You ripped my clothes! My daddy will be hearing about this! Draw:(1d32)[20] She places one card face down. Now, my pet, please don't disappoint me. Attack him directly now! If her attack is able to go through then she will use a face down card. Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | TD | -- | ---- | FD | FD | BG | --[/table]TD = Blue-Eyes Too Dragon ATK3000/DEF2500BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = FacedownSpoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing. Face down: 2 Spoiler Hide Nightmares Steel cage Seek's Blessing. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 8000 Graveyard: 4 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Too Goblin Attack Force Mystical Space Typhoon Too Mermaid Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 31 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Giant Trade 17. Vengeful Bog Spirit 18. Swords of Revealing Light 19. Pot of Avarice 20. Toon Table of Contents 21. Toon Table of Contents 22. Toon World 23. Toon World 24. Emergency Provisions 25. Emergency Provisions 26. Emergency Provisions 27. Barrel Behind the Door 28. Sakuretsu Armor 29. Sakuretsu Armor 30. Toon Defense 31. Toon Defense "I'm afraid this won't be going your way either, for I activate my face down gravity bind. Now level four or higher monsters can't attack." You. You. Furthermore, you... BIG MEANIE! Ended. (1d33)[25]"Hamm, I reveal and set stealth bird for another 1000 damage then I set one card and end my turn"{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|F|F|--|F|GB|MC|-[/table]Spell/trap:Macro Cosmos Gravity Bind Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide Face down: Stealth Bird Bottomless Trap Hole Spirit Reaper Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 5 - Marshmallow 6 - D.D. Survivor 7 - D.D. Survivor 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - D.D. Warrior Lady 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - Green Meiji The Eliza 12 - Green Meiji The Eliza 13 - Stealth Bird 14 - Stealth Bird 15 - Allure of Darkness 16 - Allure of Darkness 17 - Chaos End 18 - Wave Motion Cannon 19 - Dimensional Fissure 20 - Dimensional Fissure 21 - Gravity Bind 22 - Metal Reflect Slime 23 - Karma Cut 24 - Bottomless Trap Hole 25–26 - D.D. Dynamite 27 - D.D. Dynamite 28 - D.D. Dynamite 29 - Grave robber's Retribution 30 - Grave robber's Retribution 31 - Macro Cosmos 32 - Macro Cosmos 33 - ceasefire The bottom of her tail got snagged on a feather and ripped off, revealing two tiny feet. Look at what you've done!!! Draw:(1d31)[30] My feet are so cold. You'll pay! She sets one card face-down and ends her turn.((IOC: Uhm. Have I lost 1000? For Mermaid's and Blue-eyes? Or was the effect negated?)) Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | TD | -- | --FD | FD | FD | BG | --[/table]TD = Blue-Eyes Too Dragon ATK3000/DEF2500BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = FacedownSpoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing. Face down: 3 Spoiler Hide Nightmares Steel cage Seek's Blessing Too Defense. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 6000 Graveyard: 4 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Too Goblin Attack Force Mystical Space Typhoon Too Mermaid Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 30 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Giant Trade 17. Vengeful Bog Spirit 18. Swords of Revealing Light 19. Pot of Avarice 20. Toon Table of Contents 21. Toon Table of Contents 22. Toon World 23. Toon World 24. Emergency Provisions 25. Emergency Provisions 26. Emergency Provisions 27. Barrel Behind the Door 28. Sakuretsu Armor 29. Sakuretsu Armor 30. Toon Defense ((I'd say not. They could not attack, therefore you did not have to pay.)) ((IOC: Thank you, I wasn't sure ^^)) (1d31)[21]"I reveal stealth bird for 1000 more damage than end my turn."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|F|F|--|F|GB|MC|-[/table]Spell/trap:Macro Cosmos Gravity Bind Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide Gravity Bind Face down: Stealth Bird Bottomless Trap Hole Spirit Reaper Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 5 - Marshmallow 6 - D.D. Survivor 7 - D.D. Survivor 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - D.D. Warrior Lady 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - Green Meiji The Eliza 12 - Green Meiji The Eliza 13 - Stealth Bird 14 - Stealth Bird 15 - Allure of Darkness 16 - Allure of Darkness 17 - Chaos End 18 - Wave Motion Cannon 19 - Dimensional Fissure 20 - Dimensional Fissure 21–22 - Metal Reflect Slime 23 - Karma Cut 24 - Bottomless Trap Hole 25 - D.D. Dynamite 26 - D.D. Dynamite 27 - D.D. Dynamite 28 - Grave robber's Retribution 29 - Grave robber's Retribution 30 - Macro Cosmos 31 - Macro Cosmos 32 - ceasefire A feather cuts her cheek, leaving a tiny scar on her face. She looks as if about to cry. I won't let you do this! Draw:(1d30)[18] She does nothing and ends her turn. Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | TD | -- | --FD | FD | FD | BG | --[/table]TD = Blue-Eyes Too Dragon ATK3000/DEF2500BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = FacedownSpoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Swords of Revealing Light. Face down: 3 Spoiler Hide Nightmares Steel cage Seek's Blessing Too Defense. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 5000 Graveyard: 4 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Too Goblin Attack Force Mystical Space Typhoon Too Mermaid Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 30 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Giant Trade 17. Vengeful Bog Spirit 18. Pot of Avarice 19. Toon Table of Contents 20. Toon Table of Contents 21. Toon World 22. Toon World 23. Emergency Provisions 24. Emergency Provisions 25. Emergency Provisions 26. Barrel Behind the Door 27. Sakuretsu Armor 28. Sakuretsu Armor 29. Toon Defense (1d31)[1]"I set another monster then reveal stealth bird for 1000 more damage." Another flurry of razor sharp feathers is fired your way." How many more of these can you take?"{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|F|F|--|F|GB|MC|-[/table]Spell/trap:Macro Cosmos Gravity Bind Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide Gravity Bind Face down: Stealth Bird Bottomless Trap Hole Spirit Reaper Banished of the Radiance Deck Spoiler Hide 1–2 - Banished of the Radiance 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 5 - Marshmallow 6 - D.D. Survivor 7 - D.D. Survivor 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - D.D. Warrior Lady 10 - D.D. Warrior Lady 11 - Green Meiji The Eliza 12 - Green Meiji The Eliza 13 - Stealth Bird 14 - Stealth Bird 15 - Allure of Darkness 16 - Allure of Darkness 17 - Chaos End 18 - Wave Motion Cannon 19 - Dimensional Fissure 20 - Dimensional Fissure 21 - Metal Reflect Slime 22 - Karma Cut 23 - Bottomless Trap Hole 24 - D.D. Dynamite 25 - D.D. Dynamite 26 - D.D. Dynamite 27 - Grave robber's Retribution 28 - Grave robber's Retribution 29 - Macro Cosmos 30 - Macro Cosmos 31 - ceasefire I. Will. Withstand! Draw:(1d29)[21] She ends her turn yet again. Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | TD | -- | --FD | FD | FD | BG | --[/table]TD = Blue-Eyes Too Dragon ATK3000/DEF2500BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = FacedownSpoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Swords of Revealing Light, Too World. Face down: 3 Spoiler Hide Nightmares Steel cage Seek's Blessing Too Defense. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 4000 Graveyard: 4 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Too Goblin Attack Force Mystical Space Typhoon Too Mermaid Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 30 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Giant Trade 17. Vengeful Bog Spirit 18. Pot of Avarice 19. Toon Table of Contents 20. Toon Table of Contents 21. Toon World 22. Emergency Provisions 23. Emergency Provisions 24. Emergency Provisions 25. Barrel Behind the Door 26. Sakuretsu Armor 27. Sakuretsu Armor 28. Toon Defense (1d30)[4]"I reveal stealth bird for 1000 more damage and end my turn. Dull, but it works." {table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|F|F|--|F|GB|MC|-[/table]Spell/trap:Macro Cosmos Gravity Bind Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide - Hand Spoiler Hide Gravity Bind Marshmallow Face down: Stealth Bird Bottomless Trap Hole Spirit Reaper Banished of the Radiance Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4–5 - D.D. Survivor 6 - D.D. Survivor 7 - D.D. Warrior Lady 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - D.D. Warrior Lady 10 - Green Meiji The Eliza 11 - Green Meiji The Eliza 12 - Stealth Bird 13 - Stealth Bird 14 - Allure of Darkness 15 - Allure of Darkness 16 - Chaos End 17 - Wave Motion Cannon 18 - Dimensional Fissure 19 - Dimensional Fissure 20 - Metal Reflect Slime 21 - Karma Cut 22 - Bottomless Trap Hole 23 - D.D. Dynamite 24 - D.D. Dynamite 25 - D.D. Dynamite 26 - Grave robber's Retribution 27 - Grave robber's Retribution 28 - Macro Cosmos 29 - Macro Cosmos 30 - ceasefire Draw:(1d28)[16]The young girl starts to pull at her hair. Her current mind state overwhelming her. I blast away your binds that restrict my beautiful beast. And now, my lovely, you can attack directly! She uses Giant Trade from her hand, sending all traps and spells back to the owners hands. She sets all hers back down before attacking you directly with Blue-eyes.((IOC: Will activate a face-down card if the attack goes through))Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | TD | -- | --FD | FD | FD | BG | --[/table]TD = Blue-Eyes Too Dragon ATK3000/DEF2500BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = FacedownSpoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Swords of Revealing Light, Too World. Face down: 3 Spoiler Hide Nightmares Steel cage Seek's Blessing Too Defense. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 4000 Graveyard: 4 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Too Goblin Attack Force Mystical Space Typhoon Too Mermaid Giant Trade Removed from Play: 0 Spoiler Hide Nothing yet Deck: 27 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Vengeful Bog Spirit 17. Pot of Avarice 18. Toon Table of Contents 19. Toon Table of Contents 20. Toon World 21. Emergency Provisions 22. Emergency Provisions 23. Emergency Provisions 24. Barrel Behind the Door 25. Sakuretsu Armor 26. Sakuretsu Armor 27. Toon Defense "I can't stop a direct attack without my face downs" ((I was just being wary of something to destroy spells, that's all))With the direct attack she reveals a quick-play spell card: Seek's Blessing. Which allows her to add on 3000 to her life points. Her tail seems to magically materialize back onto her body, and she swishes it lovingly. End. (1d29)[20]"Right well, flip 1000 damage. Then I set 4 cards and end. In your draw step I activate macro cosmos, gravity bind and karma cut. The first two you know, the third one I discard a card and your blue eyes gets removed from play."((edited out a card that I thought I did but apparently didn't. Wrong duel)){table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|F|F|--|F|GB|MC|-[/table]Spell/trap:Macro Cosmos Gravity Bind Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide Gravity Bind Karma Cut Hand Spoiler Hide Marshmallow Face down: Stealth Bird Bottomless Trap Hole Spirit Reaper Banished of the Radiance Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - D.D. Survivor 5 - D.D. Survivor 6 - D.D. Warrior Lady 7 - D.D. Warrior Lady 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - Green Meiji The Eliza 10 - Green Meiji The Eliza 11 - Stealth Bird 12 - Stealth Bird 13 - Allure of Darkness 14 - Allure of Darkness 15 - Chaos End 16 - Wave Motion Cannon 17 - Dimensional Fissure 18 - Dimensional Fissure 19 - Metal Reflect Slime 20–21 - Bottomless Trap Hole 22 - D.D. Dynamite 23 - D.D. Dynamite 24 - D.D. Dynamite 25 - Grave robber's Retribution 26 - Grave robber's Retribution 27 - Macro Cosmos 28 - Macro Cosmos 29 - ceasefire She huffs and puffs. Draw:(1d27)[22] She reveals one of her face-down cards and ends her turn. Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | -- | -- | ---- | NS | FD | BG | --[/table]BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = Takedowns = Nightmares SteelcageSpoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Swords of Revealing Light, Too World, Emergency Provisions. Face down: 1 Spoiler Hide Too Defense. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 5500 Graveyard: 5 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Too Goblin Attack Force Mystical Space Typhoon Too Mermaid Giant Trade Removed from Play: 1 Spoiler Hide Blue-eyes Too Dragon Deck: 26 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Vengeful Bog Spirit 17. Pot of Avarice 18. Toon Table of Contents 19. Toon Table of Contents 20. Toon World 21. Emergency Provisions 22. Emergency Provisions 23. Barrel Behind the Door 24. Sakuretsu Armor 25. Sakuretsu Armor 25. Toon Defense (1d28)[4]"Since I can't attack it will have to be another 1000 damage and a turn end"{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|F|F|--|F|GB|MC|-[/table]Spell/trap:Macro Cosmos Gravity Bind Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide Gravity Bind Karma Cut Hand Spoiler Hide D.D. Survivor Marshmallow Face down: Stealth Bird Bottomless Trap Hole Spirit Reaper Banished of the Radiance Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4–5 - D.D. Survivor 6 - D.D. Warrior Lady 7 - D.D. Warrior Lady 8 - D.D. Warrior Lady 9 - Green Meiji The Eliza 10 - Green Meiji The Eliza 11 - Stealth Bird 12 - Stealth Bird 13 - Allure of Darkness 14 - Allure of Darkness 15 - Chaos End 16 - Wave Motion Cannon 17 - Dimensional Fissure 18 - Dimensional Fissure 19 - Metal Reflect Slime 20 - Bottomless Trap Hole 21 - D.D. Dynamite 22 - D.D. Dynamite 23 - D.D. Dynamite 24 - Grave robber's Retribution 25 - Grave robber's Retribution 26 - Macro Cosmos 27 - Macro Cosmos 28 - ceasefire Her tail begins to fray once more. Curses. Draw:(1d26)[24] End. Field Magic: Too World{table="head"] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | -- | -- | ---- | NS | FD | BG | --[/table]BG = Vengeful Bog Spirit. FD = Takedowns = Nightmares SteelcageSpoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Swords of Revealing Light, Too World, Emergency Provisions, Seizures Armor. Face down: 1 Spoiler Hide Too Defense. Stats (my life points): Spoiler Hide Life Points: 4500 Graveyard: 5 Spoiler Hide Too Table of Contents Too Goblin Attack Force Mystical Space Typhoon Too Mermaid Giant Trade Removed from Play: 1 Spoiler Hide Blue-eyes Too Dragon Deck: 25 Spoiler Hide 1. Toon Cannon Soldier 2. Toon Gemini Elf 3. Toon Gemini Elf 4. Toon Gemini Elf 5. Toon Goblin Attack Force 6. Toon Goblin Attack Force 7. Toon Masked Sorcerer 8. Toon Masked Sorcerer 9. Toon Masked Sorcerer 10. Toon Mermaid 11. Toon Mermaid 12. Toon Dark Magician Girl 13. Toon Dark Magician Girl 14. Blue-Eyes Too Dragon 15. Sangan 16. Vengeful Bog Spirit 17. Pot of Avarice 18. Toon Table of Contents 19. Toon Table of Contents 20. Toon World 21. Emergency Provisions 22. Emergency Provisions 23. Barrel Behind the Door 24. Sakuretsu Armor 25. Toon Defense (1d27)[6]"Since still I can't attack it will have to be another 1000 damage and this time I'll summon my D.D. Survivor before the big turn end which finishes your cage. Why by the way will be removed from play thanks to my cosmos."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5DDs|F|F|F|--|F|GB|MC|-[/table]Spell/trap:Macro Cosmos Gravity Bind Monsters DD. SurvivorLifepoints 5000Spoiler Hide Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Removed from play Spoiler Hide Gravity Bind Karma Cut Hand Spoiler Hide D.D. Survivor Marshmallow D.D. Warrior Lady Face down: Stealth Bird Bottomless Trap Hole Spirit Reaper Banished of the Radiance Deck Spoiler Hide 1 - Banished of the Radiance 2 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 3 - Camus the Shadow Monarch 4 - D.D. Survivor 5 - D.D. Warrior Lady 6–7 - D.D. Warrior Lady 8 - Green Meiji The Eliza 9 - Green Meiji The Eliza 10 - Stealth Bird 11 - Stealth Bird 12 - Allure of Darkness 13 - Allure of Darkness 14 - Chaos End 15 - Wave Motion Cannon 16 - Dimensional Fissure 17 - Dimensional Fissure 18 - Metal Reflect Slime 19 - Bottomless Trap Hole 20 - D.D. Dynamite 21 - D.D. Dynamite 22 - D.D. Dynamite 23 - Grave robber's Retribution 24 - Grave robber's Retribution 25 - Macro Cosmos 26 - Macro Cosmos 27 - ceasefire Draw:(1d25)[16]

Yugioh PbP_ Lorolar vs Aiurax|rating:2.0

The Zodiac (Closed)

Kiss was sad and aggravated. Her explosives expert Donovan had been too badly injured in the last assignment to ever work again. She watched the scenery fly by from the back of the limo she owned. He would have to be replaced, and it would take time to do the research. Time was precious and she had little of it. The team wouldn't be pleased either. When the car came to a stop outside of one of many warehouses owned by her company Zodiac Industries, she waited for the chauffeur to open the door before exiting. She stood to full height in a skirt suit in black with a red silk blouse and red heels. Her suitcase dangled from her fingers. She walked determinedly towards the doors of the warehouse. Once inside the empty inventory room, Kiss walked straight back to a key locked door. She used her key and was immediately locked into a small room. She laid her hand down on a print reader which scanned it quickly. Furthermore, she leaned forward to scan her eye and immediately said, "Kiss Leonard." The door in front of her immediately opened revealing an elevator. Kissa got in and pressed the foyer level of the mansion. When the doors closed, she immediately sighed unbuttoning her jacket. The elevator indicated its arrival at the foyer, and she walked through it passing a dining room, study, library on the right, and a kitchen, living room area, and a war room which was room behind a panel in the wall to the left. All the way to the back was a long hallway that led to three living areas. The one way to the back was Kiss's, the one to the right was the men's wing splitting off into different bedrooms, and to the left was the women's wing. Kissa ignored everything until she got into her room and immediately turned on her favorite band 30 Seconds to Mars and felt ten times better from the stressful day. They had a new assignment already and she hated researching new personnel. Kiss changed into her usual at home wear black yoga pants and a black tank top. She took down her long black hair that went past her buttocks from its bun that she wore to work. She at that moment wondered which of the Zodiac team would come to knock on her door first. David paused at the door in front of him, studying the texture of the frame encircling it. He felt rather confused at the moment, knowing on the one hand that someone needed to talk to her, but on the other that he was probably the last one to be able to right now. It was a reality they all faced, and he reminded himself of it every day. He hadn't seen much of her lately, but she seemed to be difficult to read since... You let them down, and now look what she's going through. He shook his head slowly, frowning. His self-critical nature was winning once more. Playing the memory out in his head like a worn out tape hadn't shown him any alternatives, but he couldn't help it. His hand ran across his stubble and he considered shaving. Anything now would be a welcome distraction. Maybe he should just head back to his room, light up a smoke, and wait for the next assignment. Turning, he paused again. You have to talk to her! He sighed and faced the door once more, as the music faded. He knocked. "Come in," I closed my eyes as I heard the door open. I knew immediately who it was when I breathed in. "Russo," I sighed. I opened my eyes and looked into his. "Close the door," I walked over to a pair of chairs in front of an aquarium. "You might as well get comfortable while I tell you about Donovan." OO Coops David sighed and crossed the room after closing the door. He sat and tried to look relaxed as his hands found the spots on his trouser thighs where his babies usually hung. He didn't carry his .45s inside the mansion, but sometimes he wished he did. Furthermore, he wouldn't classify himself as trigger-happy by any stretch, but it always comforted him when his classic 1911s were holstered to his legs. Furthermore, he just felt naked without them. He stayed silent and his face calm and steady as he awaited the news. "Donovan is out. He has third degree burns head to waist. I don't even know if he heard me talking to him," tears gathered in Kiss's eyes, but they didn't run down her cheeks. "They stay he is still in critical condition. We have an assignment for next week and I have to search for a replacement. A permanent replacement. God, Russo. I hate that I failed him. I hate myself." David shifted uncomfortably." I've been down the road of self-doubt, and it isn't pretty. Trust me when I say this," he leaned forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "If you head down that path, it will consume you." He hated seeing her like this. He knew his words probably had little affect, but it was all he had to offer. His hand came off her shoulder and his eyes searched hers." They still trust you, and are still ready and willing to work." A good man, would be hard to replace, but it wasn't the time to remind her of what she knew. "I know. We should just keep moving on. If you was good enough to let everyone know of the change, I would appreciate it. Right now I need to do some yoga, meditation, and play with sharp objects. If anyone needs me I will be one level down in the workout center." I got up, "Oh, and Russo, thanks for listening. You are always a great help," I kissed his unshaven cheek and walked out of my room towards the elevator. He smiled sullenly as she left the room. After a few moments, he stood and followed, closing her now empty room before heading to his own. He walked in and came to a box at the foot of the bed. He pressed a button on the side, and a keypad slid out. Entering the code cause the lid to pop with a hiss, and he reached inside. Two smaller cases were lifted and out, and he carried them out to the common area. He set them on the table and snapped them open. Inside the first was a carbine rifle, a small variation of an M-4. It was in pieces, and he laid it out as such. The other case revealed his babies. A very old pair of 1911s, which he ensured were not loaded out of habit before gingerly laying them out. He sighed as he sat. Then he pulled out a brush, a rag, and a bottle of solvent and started cleaning. He didn't feel like shaving right now. The first pair of doors slid open without much of a sound as 3 pairs of legs walked into the inventory room. Missy sighed softly as she took her sunglasses off with her free right hand, while her left one was holding the harness that was attached to her guide, Tara. Putting her hand on the scanner, she almost had to force her eyes open before the lids responded. Not that it made much of a difference for her, she could barely see a thing anyway. As the scanner went over her eyes, she let out another sigh and said "Missy Hatfield and Tara." Which the dog answered it her trained bark. ConfirmedCame a soft female voice before the doors to the elevator slipped open. Neither of the two were wearing any weaponry today, Missy was dressed in a simple dark green shirt that hung over a pair of worn out jeans.' Come as soon as you can, our work is in danger' is what the note had read. Although there had been no sender listed, Missy didn't have to guess from who it came. She pressed the button for the bedroom floor and least back as the elevator started to move. Willow pulled up to the warehouse on her motorbike, having sped over at the urgent sound of the note she'd found tucked under her back door mat. The outside of the warehouse appeared as it always did, misleading. She'd always felt the building held more, and she'd been right when first brought here a while back. Yanking out the bikes battery and starter pin and tucking them into her small backpack, she headed towards the building, spinning her keys on her right index finger. Once inside she proceeded down the long route, not even bothering to take her sunglasses off. Reaching the outer door of the small security suite that hid the secret mansion, she stopped spinning her keys and opened the door. Inside, and she'd always hated this part, she complied with the battery of tests, sighing with how much simpler such a system could be if people would stop being afraid of a little x-ray radiation. Seriously, she thought, not like anyone can fake their skeletal structure. The other side of the door opened to the large foyer, always a bit too bright for her liking. Finally dropping her keys into her pack, she proceeded to her room away from home. Tossing the pack onto the bed, she entered the closet and came out looking completely different. Her hair was dropped from the tight bun to a simple pony-tail. She left her boots behind as being indoors was always done better bare-foot. Her tiny bike jacket and tee was exchanged for her leather halter-top, accentuating her chest to drive the males insane and keep them on their toes when trying to talk to her. Leaving her room she headed towards Kiss's room and made her usual seven-hit knock but got no reply. Mumbling something about urgency being unanswered under her breath, she headed back to her room to grab her tablet and use it to interface with the buildings security cameras to locate her esteemed leader. After a couple of minutes she located her traveling on the elevator and jogged to the stairs, beating the elevator by only a few seconds and standing facing the doors as they slid open. Wilson IC: Having received the message I had come to the shelter, as I called it. It was a sort of home away from home. I would happily live her full time save for two things: first Willow did not, second a team our size coming and going day to day would draw too much attention. As is each member of our squad had a fake occupation in Zodiac that gave us an excuse to come here unannounced. When I got here only David was here. The author of the note was absent, and my sister wasn't here yet, nor the rest of the team. So as I often do I came to my chambers and pulled out Stanfield, my pebble. I laid him in front of me on a small wood frame and then sat in position. Then the two of us would compete to see who had fewer thoughts. Being an inanimate object Stanfield usually won. Some time latter I heard seven bangs down the hall, but I wasn't ready to stop the match just yet and continued my meditation. Samuel Webster: I hung up the phone. I then moved to the window considering what to do next. I would be receiving a list of people who met the description soon enough. Once I had the list I would choose the most likely members and send out a small group to scout the likely bandits. I owned a temp company exactly for these situations. I would find the individual, that was an absolute. Once I found him, what would I do next. I sighed and sat at my desk. I opened the top right drawer. There sat a revolver, just in case. I let out another sigh." An unloaded gun serves no purpose. I suppose I should get rid of it." The second the elevator doors opened going back to the foyer from the gym, I saw Willow standing practically face to face with me. I didn't flinch." Willow, I am glad to see you responded to the note. Please, is everyone here yet?" I walked past her and saw Russo cleaning his guns. I could tell he was doing it out of necessity instead of want. Furthermore, I was hoping everyone would be here by now. David looked up to see Kiss approaching from down the hall. His pistols were cleaned and holstered, and he was putting the carbine together with a few snaps. He laid the weapon on the table and pulled out a cigarette. It was lit a few moments later. After a deep inhale, he stood and took a few steps to a keypad on the wall. He only hit one button, the one that sent a single message to everyone's phones;Meeting. Then he sat back down with a sigh and watched the woman approach with Willow not far behind. Kiss eyed Russo as he smoked. God, she hated when he did that but considering the situation didn't say anything. She turned suddenly to look at Willow." Russo when everyone arrives seat them in the war room. I need to change." She walked away knowing Russo would do as she told and everyone would be ready in the war room by the time she arrived. Wilson IC: I placed Stanfield in his box and let out a loud sigh. My phone was ringing. I didn't need to glance to realize every one was here. I knew Willow had arrived some time earlier. I placed the box under the large bed, I stood and walked to the elevator passing Kiss on the way. She would have looked appealing today, but she was clearly troubled by the foul up from before. I was here to make sure a similar fate didn't befall my sister. I stepped into the elevator enjoying the soft music as I waited. The doors slowly parted and a moved into the meeting room. I took a quick look at Willows top, ample amounts of cleavage was visible. I made my usual comment. The entire exercise was pointless, she never listened to my advice, which at one point consisted of roughly a half dozen arguments to show less skin, but over several attempts had shrunken to "Will." That simple nickname and my tone of voice told her exactly what I was thinking. She would no doubt here it and not change her clothing. Often enough I felt she was trying to annoy me. "Willow, I am glad to see you responded to the note. Please, is everyone here yet?"said the girl from the elevator towards her, sadly not the least bit spooked from Willow standing there suddenly. Willow glanced at her tablet and made a quick nod of her head before following her leader to the main room." Russo when everyone arrives seat them in the war room. I need to change." She smirked a bit, making Kiss feel under-dressed was always fun. However, when her annoying overly tall brother stepped in and went on about her poor taste in clothing she just glared at him. She liked making the men uncomfortable, it kept them honest. She checked down at her tablet to locate Tara and Missy, figuring the puppy would be getting fed before the meeting. Furthermore, she glanced annoyingly at David and his bad smoking habit, refraining from pulling out her tiny air filter as the last time she'd used that as a joke it hadn't gone over very well. While she continued to wait for the last couple to arrive, she split the tablet view down the middle, half to watch Kiss and half for Missy. Feeling her phone go off, she held the device to her ear to listen to the message. " Meeting" is all that came out. Sighing to herself, she undid the harness of the dog and stroked Tara over her fur. " I'll be back in a while, my dear. Don't worry, I can find the way on my own" Missy whispered to her pet. The dog whined a little, it hated being left alone, not being able to care for its mistress. Giving the black Labrador a loving cuddle, Missy took the cane that she had brought with her when she first arrived at the Zodiac. Normally she didn't have much use for it, because of Tara, but there were times when even the dog had earned a rest. A few minutes later, the soft tapping of the girl's cane sounded through the meeting room. Still wearing the same pair of slightly baggy jeans and dark green shirt that she had worn when entering, Missy smiled to the other people she could hear being present." I'm sorry I'm a little late. Sadly can't be as fast as the rest of you." David finished his cigarette just as Missy was walking in. Leaning up against the wall next to the door meant he was in arm's reach of her, so he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze in greeting. He figured she would know who it was even before he said anything, so he kept his mouth shut. He had always been slightly protective of Missy, even though he knew she hardly needed it. It was just his nature. He'd been brought up to be protective of women in general, and Missy's lack of sight tugged on those urges even more. Unfortunately, he knew protecting her or anyone else wasn't always possible, as demonstrated very recently. But he had to try. Of course, he didn't share this fact with anyone. Last thing he wanted was to get into a discussion about why women don't need protecting any more than men, and how its chauvinistic and old-fashioned to believe otherwise. But to him, it had nothing to do with weakness or strength. Just value. He valued his friends' lives as greater than his own in general, and maybe the girls' slightly more so. He sighed and cleared his mind of all that, and waited patiently for things to get started. The blind girl turned her head and smiled towards David. "Hey David." The only person that knew that she had, albeit very limited, eyesight left was Kiss. But she was content to leave it that way, it didn't make much difference in the long run whether she was sightless or nearly sightless. Patting him softly on the hand that had been resting on her shoulder, Missy made her way to her own personal chair. It was a very strange chair in that Miss Leonard had built a mind-link into it, specially for Missy herself. There were times that it was needed for everyone to see either a location, an escape route or something else. And as clever as Tara was, she was still only a dog (though it had happened that even Missy had doubts about that)." We know anything about when the others come?" She asked the room, not knowing who else was there other than David. Willow watched Missy walk into the room from her tablet and closed out that set of cameras, all that was left was Kiss. Too bad she doesn't have cameras in her room, then I could watch her change she thought to herself." We know anything about when the others come?"" I do believe everyone is here except Tara and Kiss, who is off changing in her room. My pesky overly tall brother, David you got touched by and had to have smelled coming in, and me of course." Willow decided to follow Missy's lead and took her usual seat, reclining it back as far as she could and putting her bare feet on the edge of the chair. Nearly resting her chest on her knees, she gave another grin towards her brother, knowing he'd be all the more bothered by it." Kissa left stinky over there in charge though, so maybe we can get some information out of him before she returns?" Willow mentioned with a questioning tone in his direction. She knew he'd probably snap back at that comment, but she was in good spirits after the long ride out here from her home. David ignored Willow's jab. He wasn't in the mood for banter right now. He simply closed his eyes and sighed, trying to decide exactly what to say." Donovan is out. Permanently. He's still in critical condition, but even if he pulls through..." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing, "Kiss is taking it hard, and she needs our support." He omitted the fact that she wasn't the only one taking it hard. Donovan hadn't really been close, but it was always tough losing a team member. But this was about their leader right now, and getting her through this as a team. He fell silent. Unless they had any questions, there simply was nothing left to say. Missy gasped and put her hand in front of her mouth to keep the whimpers from coming. "But... how?.. What happened?" She had known the explosives expert to be a man of almost infuriating caution, which made his things the safest to handle but also very, very tedious to set up. While he had never been very close to one of the others, Missy knew that everyone respected him for what he did for them." I can understand Kiss completely, to be honest. But. What are we to do now? I mean. He maybe left some things in the storage rooms, but is there anyone alive that is nearly as good as him?" Wilson The only tempting comment for me was on my sisters' behavior, again. But she was doing to annoy me. She knew it annoyed me, and I know she knows what she is doing. So I kept my mouth shut. Besides many of our comrades had long sense grown tired of my protests. So I stood in the corner and didn't speak there was no need for it. I was not pleased with the situation, none of us were. We all understood that, we all would deal with it in our own way. For some talking was good, for me silence was just as good. Kiss heard Russo tell them of Donovan as she stood outside the meeting room's open doorway. It heard to hear about it again, but seeing him had been worse. She had changed into tight jeans, sandals, and a soft sweater. All comforting. Kiss moved into the room and went directly to her chair in front of a wall covered in TVs and electronic equipment Willow had set up when she had arrived." As Russo has said. Donovan will not be in shape for probably years to come back. I made him aware that any hospital and surgery will be paid, and he will be taken care of. I will need to be researching a new explosive expert. So, I will probably be less visible for the next couple of days. If anyone needs me, just knock on my door. Beyond that, we have a new client." Kissa pressed a button and the TVs booted up. She also passed out copies of the file she had been secretly passed on. Inside detailed that something had been stolen from a private collector of art. The art was worth millions and since the client was a friend of a client, they were obligated to get it." I know this is not as exciting as the norm, but we are being asked by our best client to do this. Plus, I have been told that the one who stole the art is heavily guarded and murdered several of his operatives. We must, as always, be on our guard and come back. Read the file. On the screens is the building we are infiltrating. Its known as the Markham Building. The lower levels are all business while the top five floors is residence. What are your thoughts?" Missy's fingers trailed over the document that had been specially prepared for her. Though she was not expert in Braille, she knew enough to make out what was written down. Putting the document aside for a bit, her left hand slipped into a glove that had been fitted to the chair. The specific touch of her skin against the materials of the glove activated it, sending the electronic data from the TVs to her brain. It effectively let her be able to see anything that was displayed on the TVs." Markham Hamm?" She said to nobody in particular. "Anything special that you know of we should watch out for? Aside from guards that is." That sentence was more aimed to Kiss then anyone else. Wilson IC: Looking at the TV I saw the lay out of the building, it looked simple enough. Most places of both business and residence were less secure than a simple business, at least on paper. The truth is they were more secure because people are there to see crime all the time. One could not simply sneak in, get the painting and leave. There was too much risk of being spotted." Is the painting in the residence or in the business?" Armed guards were mentioned, and I began to thumb threw the file to study that section. I wanted to know how many and what equipment they were likely to use. Such information was usually kept secret, but I know Kiss had already acquired it. I also knew the information may be out of date or less reliable than we would like. Willow Willow watched as Kiss approached the rooms' door, about to look up when David mentioned the loss of Donovan. She flinched, knowing she couldn't enjoy his little challenges for some new remote detonator anymore. She knew Kiss would take it hard since the two had been really close, but it still bothered her that a team member could get so hurt under her nose like that. Willow didn't even glance up as Kiss walked into the room, too busy with memories of the past flooding her mind. Instead, she just scanned the barcode on the folder and loaded the files into her tablet, able to read them at a better size, and faster. The floor plan of the Markham building wasn't anything exciting, and the idea of stealing a painting from a previous thief reminded her of "Leverage"." Why not just land on the roof and come in that way, won't have to pass through all the resident security and a roof entrance isn't common-place." Willow mentioned. "Despite this being far from the norm, are you sure it's a good idea for us, especially with the thoughts of Donovan on our minds now, to be partaking in any mission so soon?" She wasn't sure if Kiss had given them an easier one than normal due to that fact, or was hoping that she could give them some distractions while she hired some newbie to the group." Also, who is breaking in the new guy? I vote Tara personally, the least personality quirks of our group, yeah?" She would have winked at Missy, but the fact she couldn't see made it pointless. Willow looked back at the tablet and tried to draw out a bunch of paths of potential entrance, hoping from what was on here to find a path of the least resistance. "I will keep this brief for now. Read the information and formulate some thoughts. I am going to find a replacement in the next two days for the explosives expert since we might need one to get into the building. We are taking this job so that we can continue to get better jobs. I will be researching pretty much round the clock, so do not interrupt me unless it is important. I will break in the new person since I was closest to Donovan. That is all for now. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, I know I won't," Kiss grumbled as she stalked out of the room. Kissa moved down the hall and slammed her door behind her. Why did loss hurt so much? She allowed herself to cry for ten minutes and then picked herself up off the floor. The research helped. Also, one name kept popping up no matter what she read or who she called. Lector Johnson or L.J. And to make it even more perfect, Kiss thought, he was in a hospital not far from here. Kissa finally crawled out of the hole she was in, showered, and dressed as she did for all meetings in a skirt suit and white blouse. She walked past anyone in her way out of the warehouse and mansion without talking to them. Her chauffeur was ready and opened her door. When she arrived at the hospital, she checked in with a receptionist and found out that Lector Johnson was being held in the psych ward. Interesting that they even had a psych ward at a hospital. She got his room number playing like she was an insurance agent, and went to the fourth floor. Kissa entered an odd looking ward, pressingly clean and devoid of color or items. She was allowed into Lector Johnson's room through the nurse station and a series of codes that had to be plugged in to open the door. Once inside, she watched as the door closed behind her and prayed a little that she wouldn't have to stay long. L. J.: The First Impression The hospital room looked more like an apartment than it did a place where the insane was kept; there was a full-sized bed, a dresser and mirror, bookshelf, a writing desk, table and chairs, and in one corner sat an old Star fighter/Pac-Man combo arcade game. The walls were just as white as the corridor outside, but apparently the occupant had been allowed to put up some movie posters that featured huge explosions in them. At the other end of the room opposite the door was a decently sized window with bars on the outside. On one side of the room were two doors, both open; one lead into a small bathroom and the other into a closet. There was a sound of someone rummaging through stuff, and sure enough, sticking out of the open closet was the back half of a man on his hands and knees. Every so often a hand would appear from the closet to toss a shoe or an empty box onto the white linoleum floor behind him. It soon became apparent the man was talking to himself, albeit rather quietly.“Come on, where are you? Why are you hiding from me... Ah! There you are!” A thud came out of the closet followed by: “Ow! Alvin!” The man quickly flipped over to his backside, turned, and then, apparently chasing after something that wasn’t there, launched himself towards his bed that was sitting parallel against the opposite wall. He stopped just short of whacking his head against the bottom rail of the bed, and then jammed his arm under it searching for something. It was then that the man saw that he wasn’t alone.“Oh, hello. You’re not Sally,” said the man, and then looked at the wrist of the arm not under the bed as if there was a watch there. “Do you know where Sally might be? She was due back five minutes ago.” He continued to search blindly under the bed, occasionally ducking to look at what he was doing, while he listened to the woman in the suit respond.“Come on, Alvin. Don’t be like this. We have company,” said the man, more to whatever it was he was looking for than to himself or the woman. Samuel Webster IC: I walked quietly down the street. I didn't have time constraints today so I could take my time. The path was good exercise and that help dull the boredom. I had some small emotions about what I was doing, they also provided some relief. Up ahead was a street vendor. He was here most days selling flowers. I was driven by him most days, but today wasn't most days. I stopped and took in a deep breath of lavender, rose, and lilac. He had most flowers one would expect. Naturally he had more roses than other flowers, he carried what sold well. I took my time searching for the right one. I had to consider the appropriateness of type and color. Once I had done that I had to find the right individual flower. After looking at each I settled on a white tulip. I purchased it and continued on my way. Kiss's mouth dropped. This was a bomb expert? The man seemed to be two fries short a happy meal, although he didn't seem dark and disturbed like some of the insane." I am looking for Lector Johnson?" She looked at the man determining age of late twenties or early thirties, taller than her, and most likely weighing slightly more than her. His short brown hair was slightly receding for someone in that age range." Can you tell me if that is you? And might I ask who Alvin is?" Kissa looked completely puzzled and a little flabbergasted at the man still fishing for something under the bed. She was about ready to leave and think the man was a lost cause, or she had looked up the wrong man." Are you the famous explosives and heavy artillery expert?" "I am looking for Lector Johnson? Can you tell me if that is you? And might I ask who Alvin is? Are you the famous explosives and heavy artillery expert?" Lector Johnson waited a few seconds before responding, all the while still searching under the bed.“Just call me L.J. – lot shorter,” he said. “And I wouldn’t exactly call myself famous or an expert; I just do the work that the real expert can’t do.”“Ah-ha! Gotcha! Come ‘re you!” said L.J., as he pulled his arm out from under the bed and assumed a sitting position on the floor, one hand appearing to grasp something tangible, yet there was nothing there, the other supporting the nothingness that had been caught. “This is Alvin.”“He’s my pet chipmunk,” said L.J., after partially misinterpreting the woman’s quizzical look. “Great singing voice, if a little high-pitched. And let me clarify what I said earlier about me doing the work that the real expert can’t do. My friend Sally, who is running late for some reason, is the real explosives expert, but a severe case of arthritis has left her hands pretty much useless, so I do the work for her. I have learned quite a bit about explosives from her, but like I said, I wouldn’t call myself an expert. Ah, that must be her now.” At that moment, the locks on the door cycled, and the door was opened by a hospital orderly who didn’t walk in or say a word, except to roll his eyes as if saying “Why me?” and then closed the door again, locking it behind him.”There’s the woman of the hour!” said L.J., reaching up a hand in greeting, his head following a spot of air as it moved towards him.”This is my friend Sally,” said L.J., redirecting his attention at the woman, his hand still up in the air as if against someone’s side. “Sally, say hello to…um, who are you anyway?” Kiss felt like she belonged in here with him and wanted to bang her head against the wall. Why did you she seems to find the unique of people to work for Zodiac? She once had found a woman who was three feet tall and insisted that everyone crawl on the floor so she could be the tallest one there. She had been an excellent driver though so we had mostly ignored her until a villain had inadvertently stole the woman's car and ran her over. Life was a madhouse." My name is Kiss Leonard. I own a manufacturing company known as Zodiac. I also head a group under the same name as a contract for hire group to avenge evil. Furthermore, I recently lost my explosives expert. If you are interested, I have heard you are one of the best to take his place. Although, I have one question. If you agree, I am hoping you will be willing to pack all this up and stay within the confines of the Mansion. It's my home. It's also completely underground. I have some items you can look at to give you an idea of what we do. If you say no, at least they will just think you are rambling, and I won't have to kill you," Kiss's cat eyes pierced out at him trying to make sure he knew this was 100% serious. Alvin and Sally could just come along and stay packed inside his brain. She could ignore the crazies. Samuel Webster IC: I walked into the building wiping a small amount of sweat from my brow. I carried a hanker chef for just such an occasion. It was a simple but effective tool, and I didn't want to look unpresentable when I made this delivery. After all it was likely the last gift this man would receive. I walked over to the front desk. "Hello." I smiled genuinely enough at the other side of the desk.' Good afternoon. How may I help you.'" Yes, I am Mr. Keegan, I used to work with someone here. I was told he was hurt. His name is Donovan. Could you point me to his room please."' I am afraid it isn't currently visiting hours, and he needs his rest.'" Oh, I am sorry to hear that. Well could you please give him this for me." I handed the tulip over to the nurse.' I'll make sure he receives it. What was the name again.'" Deegan. Tell him to get some rest, I'll meet up with him when he is out." I smiled and left. Donovan, what a pity to lose you. Explosives were always entertaining, a tad flashy, but definitely entertaining. I had arranged for a temp to be placed at this hospital. They would poison him in a way as to cause cardiac arrest, an overdose of medicine. To treat a still heart they would inject him with more of the very medicine I had picked out, pushing his overdose even further. Donovan would be dead by tomorrow. "My name is Kiss Leonard. I own a manufacturing company known as Zodiac. I also head a group under the same name as a contract for hire group to avenge evil. Furthermore, I recently lost my explosives expert. If you are interested, I have heard you are one of the best to take his place. Although, I have one question. If you agree, I am hoping you will be willing to pack all this up and stay within the confines of the Mansion. It’s my home. It’s also completely underground. I have some items you can look at to give you an idea of what we do. If you say no, at least they will just think you are rambling, and I won't have to kill you,"“Oh! Oh! A story! I love stories! Is this the one with Rumpelstiltskin? I love that story!” said L. J, clapping his hands rapidly. The expression on his face could only be described as childlike wonder and glee pasted onto a face that was anything but childlike. L.J. stared at Kiss for a few seconds as if waiting for her to continue with her story, then it seemed that he heard a little bit more of what she had said.“Wait…you’re offering me a job? One that requires me to leave here?” asked L.J., a questioning look upon his face. Then he pointed towards the door. “In case you didn’t notice Ms. Leonard, that door is locked and I don’t have a key. It’s not like I have a choice on whether to stay here. Although, free room and board, plus food, medical, and just about anything else I ask for, all courtesy of state, isn’t what I would call a bad deal. The only downside is that Sally has no one else to do her work for her, and I’m not allowed to practice here.”“However, if you can come up with a deal that gives me everything I have here plus a little extra, then by all means, arrange for my release,” said L.J. “But be forewarned, the docs around here have the most say in keeping me here, but they’re stubborn in a dull, entertaining way and will be quite reluctant to let me go without a fight. However, they don’t have the final say; the one who controls the money does, and tax season is coming up fast, and I’m an expensive expense that can be removed from their books.” With that, L.J. bounced up onto his bed, laid down and seemed to go to sleep. Even if he wasn’t asleep, it seemed the meeting had come to an abrupt end. It appeared to have never registered with L.J. that Kiss Leonard had used the old “If you refuse, I’ll have to kill you” line, albeit a little revised. "You would be surprised what I have come up against. It may take some time, but I will have you moved to the mansion as soon as possible. In the meantime, I will have someone help you with this folder. It contains an assignment coming up. I want your perspective on what is the best way to distract the guards and enter the building. And if you don't know, ask the expert that is teaching you. If you need me or have questions, call the number on the first paper in the folder. Do you need anything within the mansion in your room that I can provide and have ready for when you move?" Kissa knew it would only be a matter of money when it came to getting him out of the hospital and moved to where she needed him. She wasn't afraid of paying off some people to save people and do her job.

The Zodiac (Closed)|rating:3.0

Trouble Man [summoner and Mingnon]

It was just one of those days. Rachael was exhausted from what happened at school. Since she liked to dress up in punish clothes and others didn't, somehow that was a good excuse to pick on her. She tried to fight back, but then she would get into trouble and into detention. After that, her stepfather would learn of what happened at school today and reprimand her somehow- this time she wasn't allowed to have anything to eat outside of dinner. Just a month into the Junior year at high school, and this shit has started to continue happening. Worse, it's only Tuesday - just days before a very temporary reprieve. She just wanted to go to sleep. She didn't really care about what her father or her teachers said about doing homework - they haven't really given her a reason to respect them as far as she knew. So, after brushing her hair and teeth and slipping into a black tank-top with red plaid pants, she slipped into bed. He was the Boogeyman, the monster under the bed...whatever the people call his kind nowadays. He watched her lazily through the eyes that was present in the room... like figures, posters and what not. Furthermore, he admired her form and to tell the truth... he had wanted her for a while. As she slipped into bed, a tinge of arousal shot through him... but he had to be subtle to make his move. He used the shadows to move... giving her the impression that something was crawling under the covers and across the skin until he used his power to flick off the switch of the room...plunging it into total darkness. Feeling something brush her bare arms, she clenched her eyes shut and shuddered. She sat up, wanting to know if something slipped into her bed, but what she saw was blackness. Okay, must be a blackout... just to make sure... she slipped out of bed and went over to turn the light back on. He watched her shudder and enjoyed the brief contact of her skin against his. Not wanting to let the game go, he concentrated a small pool of darkness to affect the light switch so that even she pressed it, it will not switch on. And she would think that it would be a simple blackout. When she goes to sleep, it would be the time to strike on her dreams. As the pool of darkness went across the room, it brushed against her arms again.leaving the sensations of a night breeze across her skin. Ugh, guess there must be a blackout going on. Or the lightbulb died. Either way, she didn't care since she was going back to sleep, anyway. But then she felt the breeze on her arms. She shuddered again, this time tucking her whole body completely under the blanket. In the darkness, he watched her closely as he sat silently in the corner... as she tucked herself under the covers... believing her that she was safe. But that was not the case.... as he was ready for her. All he needs is for her to fall asleep... and then the real fun would begin. He has ways to read her mind ... to find her dark fantasies. What she fears. All that would be available to him... once she enters the realm of dreams. After some time Rachael finally fell asleep. She had a bit of a dreamworld with locations she would randomly visit each night. This time she was deep within a city, in an alleyway just outside a building. She went inside, finding herself in some sort of dark hallway. In her dreamworld, he smiled as he realized that with all this darkness... he was in his element. He then watched her as she went into the building and then shadowy tendrils went to close the door behind her and locked it... preventing her escape. He then probed her mind, wanting to see that her dark fantasies was regarding this place in her dreamscape was. "Ah!" Rachael heard the door close behind her. She tried to open it but to no avail. Yet she didn't feel alarmed about this, not yet. There was just one other direction to go. She headed down the hallway, and then came across a flight of stairs which she then descended. Her dreams usually led her to dark places like this, but they also featured monsters in one form or another. Other times she was left wandering the darkness. This day, she would find herself going down and going through a corridor... and she would find herself in front of a door... and if she opened it she would find herself in front of a chamber that held a lot of ball gags, dildos and chains that was enveloped in darkness. Before she could escape, shadowy tendrils closed and locked the door again... leaving her trapped in this chamber. An amused chuckle echoed through the room. "Welcome to my playground my dear... I hope you will stay and be a gracious guest... there are lots of fun things to do here." "Not that I can leave..." she said in a nervous tone to herself. This was not something she could dream about, even if she wanted to. She inspected the room's contents, realizing that this was some sort of sex dungeon. "Fun things, you say?" she then asked. Though she was unsettled, she couldn't help but feel a strange sort of arousal... "Indeed. It is going to be fun... if you learn to enjoy it that is." The voice said in amusement as shadowy tendrils soon shot from a restraining rack and wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles and slowly forced her towards the rack. Once she was there, chains came to life and wrapped themselves around her wrists, shackling them into place above her head and her legs were shackled slightly apart." Now... let the games begin." Shadowy tendrils began to writhe across her body, teasing her body through the confines of her clothes as well as any patch of skin that she revealed. Rachael gasped, finding herself pulled to the rack. Once she was held in place, she became even more unsettled... but then she felt more tendrils wrap around her." Ah... UHF... AAAA..." As they caressed her she writhed in turn, her face starting to turn red. Her knees buckled, and she looked around for wherever the person speaking to her was. Soon though, she closed her eyes as she kept moaning. The shadowy tendrils continued to caress and tease her through her clothing and some of the thicker tendrils slowly but surely removed her clothing, leaving her in her bra and panties. A shadowy tendril picked up a small vibrator from the racks and turned it on, and pressed it against her pussy that was currently covered by her panties’s With her clothing removed, Rachael started to writhe some more and even go limp as the tendrils rubbed her bare skin. "Aaaaaahhh..." Once she felt something buzz against her slit, she gasped before moving some more, until she had her legs spread even more to try and adjust to what she was feeling. Some drool started to seep from her mouth. As the tentacle at her panties continued to rub the vibrator against her pussy, a tendril deftly removed her bra and exposed her breasts. Another tendril removed her panties and the tentacle holding the vibrator slipped the vibrator against her clit. Two tendrils curled around her breasts, caressing and fondling it. The tips of another two tendrils changed into flower like suckers, and they latched onto her nipples and started sucking and pulling against it. "Ah... Awash... AAH!" She moaned even louder as the vibrator buzzed against her clit. She soon hunched over the best she could. "Nubuck...." She groaned out, her face having turned a deep red. The shadowy tendrils continued to do their job, teasing and tantalizing her nerves... the shadowy suckers sucking on her nipples became more enthusiastic and the tentacle down below continued to press the vibrator against her clit. Another shadowy tendril picked up a vibrating dildo and turned it on, slipping it into her wet folds as the edges of the tentacles clamped onto her pussy, trying to absorb the juices that she is producing. Her body clenched up even further as another vibrator slipped into her. "HUGH! NUBUCK!" Her moaning became even louder as the vibrating dildo slid into her. After only several seconds she groaned loudly as she reached orgasm. The petals near her pussy withdrew after absorbing her juices, while the vibrating dildo was starting to be pushed in and out of her pussy, the clit vibrator not relenting on its assault and the tendrils on her breasts kept up their assault with wild abandon." My my... you are quite desperate to have a real cock inside of you... aren't you girl?" The voice said in an amused tone. "I. Never even thought... to have sex..." Rachael was shaking in her bindings as she panted. She leaned back towards her restraints as she moaned some more. "But... nubuck..." "But it seems you were enjoying yourself... it's only right that you have fun right?" The voice said as a mass of darkness pooled to become a humanoid shadow with glowing red eyes. It had an erect shadowy cock and once the tentacles with the sex toys withdrew, he gripped Ger hips and slipped his cock into her and started thrusting into her. She barely opened her eyes to see the form in front of her. She took only a brief moment to pant for breath, but when the shadow figure began to thrust into her, she writhed under him. "AAAA!" She clenched her eyes shut as he took her. The shadow figure smiled as she let out a moan as he thrust hard into her. The tendrils on her breasts suckled and tantalized her again, when as he thrust deeper and harder into her. "You love this, don't you? Being taken like this?" The figure said in an amused tone as he fucked her. "It's... over... whelming..." She groaned as he continued to take her. It was only a matter of moments before she let out a long moan, reaching her second orgasm. The figure grinned as she came again, her sexual energy sating him for a moment. And he paused for a moment before thrusting deep and hard into her again... panting to drive her wild as he felt his peak soon approaching. She barely caught a break before he started to thrust into her again. She was soon wincing from so much sex... and yet she was soon to come into her own, third orgasm. The figure grunted as the thrust deeper and harder into her, wanting her to be driven wild into her third peak tonight...even as he soon reached his own peak... thrusting deep into her and emptying his shadow like seed deep into her womb. He waited until she finished cumming before he withdrew and caressed her cheek." I hope you had fun... my dear. We shall meet again." He the disappeared into the darkness and she was left in the room alone, the chains on the rack opening to let her free. She groaned as she reached her third orgasm, feeling something warm seep into her. But once everything was done, she was hanging limp, only feeling the stranger's hand touch her. "Autumn..." She could only groan in response. Once she was unchained, she fell limp to the floor... Which was when she woke up. She gasped, her body feeling sweaty... and she felt something gooey between her legs. She groaned, sat up and went to take a shower before making the rest of the day's preparations. Yet despite the shower and her breakfast, she still felt tired. This left her a bit open towards not being able to fight back against her bullies... so she took to sneaking away lunch money instead. Hell knew she needed it. The rest of the day went slowly and with a bit of agony. She was mainly left waiting for school to end so she could get back home, deal with her stepfather and then go back to her room. But eventually she endured it all relatively unscathed. Once back in her room after dinner, Rachael soon got to her homework... or rather what little of it she could bother. He watched her as she got up, pleased that his seed was in her. It would be more susceptible to his mind probe tonight as he searched for her fantasies. He watched her as she sat down at the table. And he tried to distract her again by slowly focusing on her mind, trying to influence her to go to bed so that he could see her again in herd teams again. After around an hour into her homework, she began to feel tired. So she simply quit on her homework, changed into her night clothes, and then went to bed and fell asleep. This time, her dream took her to what looked like some sort of forest or garden. As before, Rachael went ahead, only able to make out what looked like some sort of house past the greenery. As she went deeper into TGE forest, the birds were chirping... there was a nice breeze... and it does seem to a pleasant dream this time. But unknown to her, she was walking towards a well concealed pit... and a predator had been stalking her in silence from above.waiting for her drop into the pit. Rachael was enjoying the walk through the forest, looking around herself... but then she felt her leg fall through the ground, and in only a second she had fallen into a hole in the ground that it looked like she couldn't climb out of by herself. "Hugh..." The predator, seeing that the prey is trapped. Dropped down into the pit with her... and she could see it was a snake... a large snake. A huge anaconda that already wrapped its coils around her arms and legs, and it watched intently at her... gauging her response to its presence. She stared at the large snake as it went into the pit. Once it wrapped itself around her limbs she struggled a little. She bit her lip, not daring to look away from its face. The snake flicked its tongue a few times before it moved, slithering through her clothes and ripped them apart easily. It coiled around her breasts, rubbing against her breasts SND nipples and its head went down... towards her pussy, and it flicked its tongue against her clit before it pushed against her pussy lips. "Hugh! .... Aaaauuhh..." She was shocked at first as the snake tore up her clothes, but as the snake started to rub her breasts she gave a soft shudder. Feeling the tongue on her clit and slit she started to moan, trying to spread her legs apart the best she could. The snake was intrigued... the slit held warmth, as well the smell of a female in heat. His cock slowly slid out of his sheath... but he was curious as he pushed... slipping his head into her passage, moving back and forth to explore what this warm fleshy cavity was. "Ah..." Rachael blinked as the snake's shaft came out, and then started to slide into her. "AAAA..." She moaned, tilting her head back at how nice the slick member felt inside her. The snake was intrigued... this female...whatever it was far more accommodating than any female of its kind. It then contracted its muscles, thrusting into her even as his coils around her breasts continued rub and tease against her breasts and nipples. "Ayah!" She moaned even more, her body tensing up as the snake thrust into her some more. After a while of this, she gave a soft groan as she reached orgasm. The snake sensed that the female tightening around his shaft, felt even more excited as he thrust harder into her, intrigued about this female even more than ever. Her body clenched up some more as the snake thrust harder into her. She wasn't aware that a snake could even do that. Her face turned a deep red as this went on, her body sweating. The snake was more excited as the female seemed to respond even more, and he thrust harder and deeper into her...eager to spill his seed into TGE female's womb. In due time, Rachael had another orgasm. She groaned louder as a bit of drool seeped out of her mouth. "Aaaauuugh...!" That set off the snake as it thrust hard into her one last time into her and spilled his seed into her... and lay still. After a while he coiled his backend around her and dragged her out of the pit and brought her to a small grove and coiled its body around her, covering her naked body and rubbed its head against her face, flicking his tongue against her cheek. She groaned as the snake came into her. She panted for a while to rest, but then felt herself get lifted out of the pit. Once she realized that the snake was cuddling with her, she gave a small smile as she blushed. She even gave a small kiss to its head. The snake didn't know what to make of it. But he liked TGE sensation, and he gently rubbed its coils against her body, caressing her face wit hits head, playfully flicking its tongue against her. She cooed a bit as the snake rubbed itself against her, her blush deepening. She shuddered a bit as it licked her, and then she opened her mouth as she stuck her own tongue out. The snake was confused as it rubbed against her, she flicked her tongue out like him... he did not know what to make it, but just to be sure... he gave her a warning hiss.... to let her know not to do that again. She blinked as the snake hissed. She then leaned in to lick the snake just to demonstrate what she meant. The snake was a bit confused when the female didn't seem to get what it wants... but it leaned into the touch of her tongue as she licked him, and he rubbed his body against her even more. She licked the snake a few more times, and then leaned back, moaning softly as the snake rubbed against her. "Ayah..." Now the snake was confused again... the sounds that this female was making and her scent...was she ready to mate again? He had to be sure as he tasted the air, even as he rubbed against her. Rachael was simply enjoying the snake rubbing against her. She was relaxing in its shifting coils, her eyes closed. Satisfied that she was not in mating mood, he coiled up against the human... his coils shifting slightly at times, and soon he too fell asleep coiled around her body... enjoying the warmth that she gives out. And after some time, she woke up, less exhausted than from last night. In fact, she had a bit of a pleased air.However, that didn't exactly keep the routine from changing. Her mood was quickly ruined only an hour into school. Once she came home and was able to return to her room, Rachael quickly threw herself on the bed and started screaming into her pillow. She was distressed...that much he was certain. But night after night he read her mind... he found that she was a troubled soul as the images on her mind show him what her life was like. Now he watched her. Figuring out what he could do for her. Despite himself, he used a bit of his power to let her feel some comfort...as though a pair of warm comforting arms was wrapped up around her. She gasped as she felt someone hug her from behind. She blinked and sat up, looking to see who it was... but it turned out none was there. Regardless she did feel a little bet better... somehow. I hope you felt better... you needed that I think voice was suddenly heard in her room as the lights in her room suddenly dimmed on its own, casting shadows everywhere in the room. "Uh." She blinked in confusion as the lighting dimmed and she heard a voice. "Yeah... I did... but who are you?" A pool of darkness soon gathered from under her bed and exited where it took the form of a man that was cleanly built, but had a slightly muscular physique. He had wild, greyish white hair and Chocolatey dark skin. He had a pair if slightly pointed ears, and glowing red eyes." Believe it or not. I am what you humans would describe as the boogeyman. I am a dream demon to be exact." Rachael blinked as the form appeared next to the bed, and looked him over. "So you..." A blush started to form. "You were the one that... fucked me in those dreams the last two nights." He smirked at her and nodded. "I suppose I did. I think you enjoyed it as much as I did giving to you what you wanted. It is the only comfort you feel after a long day of ordeals... is it not?" "It wasn't exactly something I thought I wanted. But yeah, I did." She then leaned back on her bed, a bit more comfortable as she smirked at him. "Even despite how rough it was, I noticed that you were being affectionate afterward." He smiled as he glided over the bed and sat beside her. "I figured you needed it... I caught a glimpse of your life through your surface memories...you are not like the other girls I visited. You had a rough life... and I thought that I can ease it just a little for you." "Thank you for that. I was wondering why I had these strange dreams. But if that's how you care for me..." She blushed a little, and then leaned in to kiss his cheek. He smiled at her as she kissed him on the cheek. He then said to Ger. "Oh don't let anyone know about this arrangement of mine alright? Wouldn't want the scary reputation of the boogeyman to be damaged and all that." She blinked, but after a moment chuckled. "Ah, right. Coming to certain girls in need and relieving them through fucking. I can see how it would turn out." "Not exactly... you're the only girl that I did that... the others... I scared the pants of them in their dreams and made sure they don't misbehave." He said to her with a smirk. She blinked. "What is it about me that makes me different then? Aside from my day-to-day life?" He smiled at her and said. "For one thing, you don't seem to be freaked out at the situations you face in your dreams... others would be screaming their head off if something like that happened to them." "It's strange... and shocking in the case of the snake. But once I realized what was happening, it was a bit... erotic I should say." He chuckled at her and said. "I must say that you HAE a wild imagination... anything else you want to see re-enacted in your dreams? Some of your darkest desires maybe?" "I do have one more... falling into a spider's web." A blush formed on her face. "I see... any other dark desires besides snakes and spiders you wish to explore in your dreams. All you need is to tell me... and j will grant it to you. Anything to get you through a rough day." He said grinning at her. "You know what I think we should do sometime? Not in a dream? Maybe 'kidnap' me for a few days." He grinned at that thought and said. "Ahh... how devious of you. And pray tell... his do you plan for me to do that to you? Without arousing the suspicion of your 'family'?" "I have no real friends I can spend a sleepover with. Even then my 'parents' could call them to see what was going on." "I see, then what is your plan for me to 'kidnap' you? I can enact it out in a few days time if you wish." He said grinning at her as she had a nice plan... one he was only too happy to carry out. She gave it some time to think, laying on the bed. But eventually she looked over at him again. "How about this: Making up an official-looking letter to have me sent to a special stay for cram studies. My stepfather really wants me to be a good, disciplined girl, so I think he'll believe it." He grinned at the deviousness and said. "That can be arranged... we dream demons can be very charismatic individuals.... after tonight, I will send a letter to your home... and I will arrive a few days later to 'collect' you. That a good idea?" "Sounds like a plan." She smiled at him in turn. She then sat up, and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He grinned as he held her close and kissed her tenderly in return. He then broke it and said. "You want to sleep so that we could do something naughty in your dreams?" "Sure. The real stuff can wait a few days." She then kissed him one more time before she got up, and started changing into her night clothes. "Can't wait to see you then." He grinned at her as he soon turned back into a pool of darkness and slid under her bed, and used his powers to create another incident of 'blackout' so that she could sleep. Once the light went out, Rachael slipped into bed and fell asleep. Soon enough, she found herself inside a cave. It took only a few moments to notice that it was decorated with cobwebs. He smiled as she was inside the dream... and e compelled her to move forward, where his guise as a driver in the dream was waiting for her to walk into a large spider's web. Rachael kept going deeper into the cave, until she reached a large hole too wide to cross. A breeze pushed her, causing her to fall on her back, and onto a giant web. A clicking on the walls alerted her to his presence. He was currently in the guise of a driver, a half draw, half giant spider form. "What do we have here? A human female dropping into my lair... how nice." He said grinning at her. She looked over towards the driver-figure, and gave a somewhat coyly nervous smile. "And what are you going to do? Eat me?" He grinned at her and said. "That could be arranged... but fortunately I am not hungry in that way. I am however... hungry in another manner if you catch my drift." A blush formed on her face. "I sure do. I'm also a little 'hungry', myself." "Is that so? Then we have to remedy that now won't we?" The driver smirked as he climbed down the web easily and removed her clothing easily before binding her arms and legs in silk. He then bent his head towards her pussy and started licking, wanting to taste her juices as he did so. She watched on as the driver went in to take off her clothes and bind her. As soon as he started to lick her slit, she tilted her head back and started to moan, writhing as her face reddened. "Oh, fuck yeses..." The driver grinned as its 'prey' let out a moan as she writhed in her bindings. He stuck his tongue deeper, tasting her juices as he did so. Her body tensed up as she felt his tongue start sliding into her. "Aaaaaahhh..." She gave out some heavy huffs as he licked her. The driver grinned as she reacted positively to his licks, and he did that even more... eager to coax her into her first release. Her moans became even louder. And eventually her body tensed up completely as she reached orgasm. The driver smiled as he lapped up her juices and he said. "You taste well, little one... now it's time for my other head to gain some attention." He clambered over her and slowly inserted his cock into her while his hands gently caressed and fondled her breasts. She shuddered as he kept licking her. She panted for breath while he climbed onto her, and started moaning once he started to enter her. "Ah, nubuck..." She started to tense up again while trying to spread her legs apart. The driver grinned as he heard her moaning, which prompted him to thrust into her harder. He flicked his fingers against her fingers to arouse her further, wanting her to feel even more pleasure from this. She bit her lip as he thrust her harder. Her body clenched up for a few moments, but then she let out another groan in orgasm. The driver grinned as he felt her shudder under him, her pussy clenching hard on his cock. Unfortunately, he was not yet approaching his peak and he allowed to rest for a moment... before he resumed his thrusting. She panted for breath, and then started groaning once he started to thrust into her again. "Ah... How... hungry... are you.?" "Quite hungry actually.... don't worry... I should end this soon." The driver said with a grin as he thrust harder and deeper into her. Her body tensed up again as he thrust even harder. After a short while she let out another orgasm. "Uuuuuugh..." The driver grinned as he thrust harder and faster, and soon he reached his peak and came deep into her. After some time, he slipped out of her and removed her from her bindings and let her rest against him in his arms. She shuddered a bit as she felt him come. When rested against him, she cuddled up. "Damn, that was good..." He grinned at her and said. "I take it you have satisfied all your fantasies? Or is there anymore that I don't know about?" "That's good. For now, anyway. Can't wait to start doing this for real." She then kissed him on the lips. He grinned at her and said. "Right... I will fabricate that letter and send it to your parent's place in two days time. So please wait for it." He then paused and said. "You sure you don't have anymore? Then why is this vision of you being wrapped up in vines and a plant having its way with you... inside your head?" Rachael had a blush on her face. "Uh... Okay, I do have at least one more fantasy... you really like finding things to subject me to." "I am a dream demon, so sue me..." He said playfully to her and said. "Now sleep... the letter will arrive two days from now." She nodded and smiled a bit. "Alright then. Good night..." And soon enough, she fell into a true sleep. Two days later, the letter arrived as promised. Her stepfather seemed to buy into what the letter said and confronted Rachael about getting into the clearly bogus cram studies. She had to feign being disgruntled to further convince him it was a good idea. It was now only a matter of time until the 'kidnapping' was set into motion. A few days later, an official looking sedan with the logo of the fictitious school was seen parked on the driveway, and he was in the disguise as an official from the school. He knocked on the door, and when it opened... he smiled and said. "Greetings, Mr Havens.... my name is Mark Everett... I am an official from the cram school that sent you the letter two days ago. I am pleased your daughter has accepted... and I assure you, we will make sure her grades go up, and she will become a productive member of society." He then spotted her behind the man and said. "Ah there you are Miss... hand me your bag and I will escort you to the school grounds." Rachael carried her luggage with a bitter look on her face. Only part of the act though. Once she came with the man and the door to the house closed, she gave a chuckle. "He doesn't suspect a thing." He grinned once they were in the car and he started driving. "Where would you like to go now, miss?" He asked her politely. She thought about it for a few seconds. "You know what, how about this ice cream parlor I know of. I was going to just say straight to where you live, but I don't really know too much about you. So how about we have a bit of a proper 'date'?" He grinned at her and said. "Very well then... but just in case anyone spots you... I have to put a glamour disguise on you." As they arrived at the place she wanted to go, he threw a glamour on her.changing her eye color. Hair and facial features a little before the y went to the ice cream parlor. She took a look at the rearview mirror to see her changes. "Huh... just a tad bit preppy, but alright then, this is doable." She went inside the parlor, taking out a few dollars. "I'd like a strawberry ice cream, two scoops, waffle cone with sprinkles," she said to the clerk. He smiled as he waited for her and their order to arrive before asking. "So.what's your story? Do you want to go to my place and tell me about it?" Once she got her ice-cream, she started eating it as she thought it over. "Alright. Maybe you can tell me about yourself there, too." She gave him a smile as she returned to his car. He grinned and said. "That is acceptable I suppose." He got back into his car and started driving again, eager to reach his abode. She continued to eat her ice cream on the drive to where he lived. "Haven't enjoyed ice cream in a while." He smiled at her and said. "Well, I really like it when you enjoy things.... and where we are going, it isn't going to be on this plane.... though time passes a different manner than in your world. SO a few days in the mortal realm, can mean quite a long time when I come from." Rachael paused as he explained where they were going. "Pooh, so we can enjoy each other's company for as long as we want?" He grinned and said. "Of course... that and if you can fend off the amorous advances of my sister... she likes both genders you know." "Ah, right... I didn't even know you had a family," Rachael said, eating her ice cream a bit more slowly. "Well, you don't think dream demons are born alone now, do you?" He said with some amusement. He then warned her. "There is a tunnel up ahead... and when we emerge, it will be in my realm. Prepare yourself." "Right..." she said, watching on as they started to enter the tunnel. He grinned as he drove the car into the tunnel and when they emerged, she would find that the landscape wasn't like anything on earth. It had exotic looking trees, though the atmosphere seems a bit grim and dark. "Welcome to my realm, Rachael." He said to her. "It's beautiful... in its own way..." Rachael commented as they drove into the new world. He smirked as he drove her to his house and when he opened the door for her, he said. "Welcome to my house, Rachael... make yourself at." He was about to finish when a blur suddenly shot past him and got to his guest before he did." Welcome home brother..." A sultry voice was heard, and he chuckled as he saw his sister hugging Rachael. "And it seems you brought someone back with you. She looks yummy... can I keep her?" "AGH!!" She found herself get hugged out of nowhere. "Uh... Actually... he's already keeping me..." she said, pointing at the brother. The girl smiled at her and said. "You are my brother's lover and pet, I take it? My name's Elvira.... I'm his baby sister. And I don't mind sharing with my brother... if you don't mind that is. What's your name?" "Well, I actually prefer men, sorry. But my name is Rachael." With that, she carefully eased herself out of Elvira's arms. Silver grinned and shrugged. "Oh well... do let me know if you are feeling more adventurous. I'll see you around then." He then grinned as his sister left, and he looked apologetic to her. " I am sorry... my sister can be a handful sometime." "You don't say..." She then paused before realizing something. "Oh... I never got your name," she said, blushing a bit. He chuckled and said to her. "My name is Matthäus... but you can call me Marty if you want to... I know my name is a bit wordy to normal humans." "I don't mind that... Marty..." She chuckled a bit. With that, she entered the house and started to look around. "Nice place..." He grinned at her as she stepped into his house and said. "Well, it's nothing much... but thank you anyway for your compliments. This place is not as fancy as others though, so I hope you don't mind." "No, I don't mind at all." She then turned around, a smirk on her face. "Now that we're here though... I guess it's time to have some fun?" He chuckled and nodded to her question. "What fun do you suppose we have?" He grinned at her teasingly as he said so. "Pooh... something like this..." She went up and pressed her back to his chest. She took both his hands, leading one up her shirt and another down the hem of her shorts. He grinned as she led the dance, and he fondled her breasts in his hand and rubbed her pussy from outside her panties as she gracefully led him to do so. Rachael moaned as she felt him rub her. "That's it..." She took his hand in her shorts and led it to rub her some more, and she started to lean over. He grinned at her as he rubbed her some more, and said. "You are really loving this, aren't you... my pet?" "Yes..." she moaned. After a while she took his hand and stuck it into her panties, causing her to moan some more. "Fffuuuck..." He grinned as she grabbed his hand and brought it into her pants where he came into contact with her wet pussy. "My... you are already so wet down there, pet... you must be loving what your master is doing to you right now." "I was waiting for this..." She said. She took his other hand out of her shirt, and started to bite gently at his fingers. "Hahn..." He grinned as she nibbled on his fingers and continued stroking and rubbing against her pussy. "I think you would be well-behaved by the time you return to the mortal plane... and smarter too." She let got of his fingers as she turned her head a little to look at him. "And what do you mean... by that?" she asked before she resumed, licking his fingers now. "I mean... we are an old race, Rachael... there are tons of knowledge we possess... you would definitely ace tests once you go home from here." He said grinning at her, as he pleasured her pussy with her fingers. "Not to mention with the games we play together... your daddy will be shocked how well-behaved you will be." She let go of his fingers again to moan. "If he gets his head out of his ass..." She then pulled down her shorts and panties, and then bent over with her hands on the coffee table. "Well people don't change that quickly... and I think you know that." He grinned as she removed her shorts and pants, revealing her wet pussy to him. He removed his own pants and his cock sprang free from its confines. Furthermore, he approached her, and then gripped her hips, and he slid his cock deep into her, groaning at the tight and wetness of it.' Damn Rachael... you really want this don't you?" He said as he slowly thrust his cock in and out of her warm, welcoming cunt. "I've been wanting this..." She said. Her legs buckled up some. Rachael moaned with his shaft sliding into her. "Nubuck... You feel a lot better... in real life..." She gave a heavy breath as she leaned further onto the table, now on her forearms. He grinned at her as she said that he felt better in real life, and he thrust slightly harder and deeper into her. "Is that so, why thank you, Rachael... it is so nice to be appreciated this way." "UNH!!" Her legs shook up as he started to thrust harder into her. "I'm going to love... being your pet..." she crooned, and bit her lip. "Being my pet, huh? That sounds nice.... in return, I think we are going to have fun with your time here.... we can do all the fun stuff couples do... and you tell me your every fantasy and I will enact them for you. How's that?" He said grinning to her as he continued to thrust into her. "That's... great... Jewish...!!" After a while of him thrusting into her, her body tensed up as she groaned in orgasm. He grinned at her as he felt her cum around his cock and he was pleased, as she had energized him. He stopped for a moment to let her peak subside before he started thrusting into her again. "Do you have many friends back home, pet?" She panted to catch her breath. Once she felt him thrust her again, she breathed sharply as her legs shook. "Only... a few... What about you?" "Well, I suppose I have a few friends here as well. Maybe I will let you meet them sometimes." He said as he started to thrust deep and hard into her, enjoying the way her pussy is wrapping around his cock. "Good plan... same... hear..." She hoarsely said before she started to moan some more, her legs spreading a little. "Nubuck..." "That is indeed a good plan, though it would be amusing if I knew some of your friends pet." He said to her as he thrust into her. "Have you ever imagined yourself to be a demon's lover or pet though, pet?" "Not before... but glad I am now... You've been good to me..." She let out another groan as he pounded her. After a while, she lifted one of her legs and carefully turned herself around, until she was lying on the table on her back. She groaned as the shaft turned around inside her. He smiled as he heard her say that she was glad that she was his pet. He thrust deeper and harder into her, and was amused that she changed her position to be on her back. Furthermore, he grinned and said. "I am pleased to hear that pet.... you hear me, your master is pleased to hear his pet feel that way about him." He then felt a pressure on his cock and knew he was about to cum and he said. "Cum for me, my pet... beg for me to cum hard into you." "Yes. Oh-- Laugh...!" Her body tensed up again. She gripped the edges of the table as she orgasmed again. "Nubuck... Yes.!" He grinned as she came hard, and he thrust hard and deep before he came hard into her and spilling his seed deep into her again. He soon withdrew and said. "Good pet... why don't you clean off my cock, and then we can decide what to do for the day?" She panted after he pulled out of her. "He... figured there was more than just getting fucked." After she rested, she got up - not bothering to redress herself - and got a towelette to lather with soap. After that, she started to wash off his shaft. "And I was thinking we'd hang out at the ice cream parlor, but guess that's off for today... How about we go check some places out over here. I also keep wondering if you have that snake for a pet, but that's for another time I guess?" He chuckled as she reminded him of the snake, and he grinned at her. "Oh you really like the snake huh... perhaps I could arrange for you to meet him sometime. And of course, where would you like to go, pet? And I don't mind you dressing yourself again for me." "I honestly have no idea, right now... Maybe you could show me around this place?" She then sat on the table. "I would... as soon as you clean me off. Only fair, right?" She held out the towelette. He grinned as he cleaned her off before he said. "Get dressed, let me show you around the house while you are at it." She blushed a bit when he cleaned her off. After that, she got off and put her shorts and panties back on. "Alright, I'm dressed." He grinned as he dressed himself and began to give her a tour of the house and pointed out his sister's room. "Make sure you don't get ambushed... she has a knack for that sometime. I think you should be me with me at all times to avoid that." "Yeah, that is probably a good idea," Rachael said and chuckled nervously. She looked inside the open door a little bit before the tour continued.

Trouble Man [summoner and Mingnon]|rating:2.0

_Nature and All Its Glory_ (closed to CFMB_fan)

Character Name:Victoria Lynn Parsonage: 18Hair: Long, light brown hair with a slight wave Eyes: Green GPA: 4.0Victoria Lynn Marston, on the evening of her high school graduation, had just finished up piecing together her own personal memoir of her high school years from freshman all through high school graduation. She was in yearbook club and always had her best friend handing around her neck (A Canon T80 35mm SLR Film Camera & AC 35-70mm with Telephoto Lens - her father presented her this camera on her 16th birthday with all the accessories) so she was known for her gift of capturing that "special moment". Her shots for "the Slam Dunk that won the School Championship;" "The First Touchdown of a New Star Quarterback" "The Crowning of the Home-Coming Queen or the Prom Queen" had not only earned her a special notoriety not only for the Yearbook and school newspaper but also her photos were used for the local and city newspaper as well. When Victoria's name was called and given her diploma with a GPA of a 4.0. The local newspaper had a very special gift given to aspiring promising photographers. They presented Victoria with a full scholarship with Brooks Institute in Southern California. Mr. Reuben C. Marston a local owner of a small business lending company cried when they announced his little girl was having her dream come true. He was so proud of her. He thought to himself what can I do to show her how proud we are of her... His wife Janet of 24 glorious years sat next to him with tears streaming down her face. He knew in an instant she felt the same as he did. After the ceremony concluded, Janet and Reuben sat out in the car crying tears of joy. Emotions were running too high for either of them to drive home. Reuben glanced over to his wife, who fishing through her purse for her package of Kleenex... Honey? What can we do to show her how proud of her I /we are. She doesn't want money. She prefers riding her bike, so a car is useless. I don't know what to do... Janet agreed, it was a difficult task, their daughter did not want the materials of a normal girl. It would be difficult to come up with a suitable solution. The whole drive home both Sat in silence pondering what to do. When they arrived home, as Janet walked up the sidewalk to their massive home, she screamed in excitement Reuben... I got it the perfect gift. Come upstairs and I will tell you and see what you think. As Janet ascends the stairs she, begins to think of her husband making love to her husband. He will be up soon, I have to tell him about my idea for Victoria. As she began to change Reuben slides in behind her and nuzzles her neck as he guides her to the bed. "Baby, you are so wet... You didn't get enough this morning?"" I think it is because OUR little girl that we conceived some 18 years ago is a beautiful, successful example of our love" She is going to need a place to stay, I want her to stay at our condo in Ventura. I feel that she will be safe there." But Baby, what about all the policy of the nudes? I am not comfortable with her in that environment."" I know Darling what if we were to ask Adrian to keep an eye on her. Just as a friend?""OK, I will call Adrian, in a little while and ask him, but first I need to take care of this wet pussy of yours."~ Later that afternoon ~“Victoria Darling…. Will you come downstairs? Your father and I have something to discuss with you.”“Be right down Mom, let me finish up my book. It's almost done!!!! I want to bring it down to show you"As I came bounding down the stairs (my Memoir Book clutched tightly to my chest) I stopped dead in my tracks, my father was sitting at the table, in all my years growing up he never came until after work was done. He never even stayed home!e from work if he was sick. And I knew his work load would be tripled because he took time off to come to my graduation. Dad saw the worried look on my face, and responded "Everything is fine, your Mom and I have something to tell you, will you sit down?” Now, I am worried… Dad never says stuff like this, what’s going on??? So I sit at the table in my spot. “What is up??? You guys are scaring me…”“Oh Sorry Dear, we didn’t mean to alarm you, but we wanted to tell you together.” Dad looks at my mom and says “Do you want to tell her or should I?” Mom says “You go ahead, I have to start dinner” Dad looks at me and says “Your Mom and I are so proud of you, graduating top of your class and with a full scholarship to go to the Brooks Institute in California is more than we as your parents want you to have nothing but the best. Your Mom and I have decided that we want to stay at the vacation condo we have in Ventura. It is a 4-bedroom condo with 5 bathrooms. Each room has its own bathroom, so if you want you can rent the rooms out to your fellow students if you so desire. Just please make sure you take good care of the place. A full cleaning is done once a month, but you need to be in charge of your own cleanups" And there is a separate studio apartment that was built about 2 years ago, but I haven't been able to see how it has finished up. We want you to explore your womanhood, and become that special woman we know you are. I am without words with what Dad has told me, I stood up from the table and ran and gave him a hug then ran to Mom and gave her a hug too…. “Mom. Dad… you are the best parents, thank you.”“Well you made us very proud, and we just were trying to come up with something to show you how proud we are. You better go and get packed up, you will be moving out there next month” With that I ran upstairs… (Oh my God.... I can't believe this., what am I going to take???) Night Before Victoria Leaves for California can't believe what Mom & Dad just said... they are going to let me stay the Vacation home in California. I dug out the photo album of the vacation home, that we bought when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I began to reminiscence about all the times we had spent there over the summers. I had captured many spectacular both sunrises and sunsets but still not the one that I felt was the perfect one. Furthermore, I may take my entire lifetime to find this image that I have in my head, but I will make it my lifelong quest to capture it. I had taken a lot of photographs of the countless parties Mom and Dad would have, the house was filled with people, I only was able to recall a few of the people that I saw in the photographs of these parties of Mom & Dad's friends; Adrian, Marcus, Andrew & his wife Maria and their son (who I could not remember his name) he was a few years younger than me, the rest were nameless faces, but it was clear that Mom and Dad were friendly with all of them. I carefully packed all of my photo albums away in a box and marked them "PERSONAL & FRAGILE". Then packed up all my camera gear, and my clothes were all neatly boxed and put in them in the corner of my room, my bags are packed, and I look around my room that I grew up in. I will miss this room, I have many special memories, but I am excited to experience what may lay ahead. I go downstairs and find Mom & Dad sitting together on the couch. Dad was lying oh Mom's lap as she lovingly caressed his back (I hope that one day I find a man that I will truly love as Mom loves Dad) they truly are soul mates. Mom looks up at me when I came down "Are you done packing, Honey?"" Yes, I am a little worried about my equipment, are you sure it will be safe? I would die if something were to happen to them..." Dad looks up at me from Mom's lap, "Darling, I promise you that your equipment will be safe, I have hired a special company to take your stuff, but it will be there about a week after you arrive, Ok?"" Ok Dad, Thank You!!!" I gave both Mom and Dad a huge hug good night. "What time are we leaving tomorrow?"" Your flight leaves at 10am; so with traffic and everything we need to leave at 6 am tomorrow. Ok Mom. Dad will you be coming?"" No, Honey. I have to be in at work tomorrow"I welled up with tears, because I knew he would be gone to work and I wouldn't see him, "Oh Dad, I will miss you!!!" I ran and hugged him. He hugged me back and reassured me that they will come for a visit, and he would call me every night if I wanted him to. I felt so much better after that. "Thank you, Dad!!!""Welcome, Honey, I see you soon, I love you." I gave Mom a hug good night and went up to bed. As I ascended the stairs, I slowly touched the staircase banister, remembering how Mom would decorate it at Christmastime. This will probably be the last time I go up these stairs unless I come home for maybe for Christmastime, I felt a tear fall. I am going to go to school at the place of my dreams, but why do I feel so sad? I crawled into bed and felt the tears soak my pillow as I drifted off to sleep.***************************************************************************Both Janet and Reuben watched their daughter go up the stairs, she seemed so sad, she seemed like she was saying goodbye to her best friend. Janet looked at her husband, who had returned to her lap and was stroking his chest, "She seems so sad, I wish there was something that we could do." Reuben looked up at his wife, "It would be unusual if she wasn't sad, we brought her home from the hospital to this house. She took her first steps over there. She brought her first straight A report card through that front door. This house is where she learned what true love can produce." Janet thought her husband was the most kind and wonderful man "You are so right, I do see your point, I just thought that with the excitement of going to a new place, she wouldn't be so forlorn."" Honey, are you forgetting what your daughter is? She lives for those memories, that is why she loves photographs so much, because it actually makes a physical printout of those special memories. That is what makes her the photographer she is. She can't help be tied to the physical things that keep those things alive in her mind and heart"Janet looked down at the lips of her husband and kissed them. Reuben eagerly responded back, he could not believe how much he loved this woman. With every kiss, he seemed to fall more and more in love, he soon could not fight the stirring deep in his loins. Janet must have noticed his aroused state, and soon he felt her warm hands gently caress his cock that was increasingly growing cock. He needed to feel her lips, she seemed to have read his mind because next thing he knew her soft lips had encircled his head and was teasing his slit with her tongue. He, too, had wanted kiss her soft nipples, and he knew her pussy was wet with passion for his cock." Baby..." Reuben whispered... "Let's continue this upstairs"Janet was about to suggest the very same thing, she needed to feel his lips on her tingling pussy, *he always makes me cum by kissing my clit* Reuben picked up Janet in his strong, muscular arms and kissed her passionately as he carried his beautiful wife up the stairs (his lips never left hers the entire flight up the stairs). As he gingerly laid her on their massive bed, he reached under her robe to find her totally naked, and her pussy was already moist with desire. He opened her robe and found her clit and gently teased it with his tongue and then sucked on it while inserting his finger where soon his aching cock will soon unload its seed. He could feel the precut oozing from his cock and he needed to feel Janet's lips on his dick head and her tongue teasing his slit. Standing at the side of the bed Reuben started slowly stroking his hard cock while he fingered Janet's pussy. The site of Reuben stroking his dick was all that Janet could stand where soon she had him in her mouth tasting his precut was mouth watering delicious. "I love you, Baby... when are you going to fuck this pussy of mine?" That was all he needed, Reuben got into position to insert his throbbing cock into his wife's waiting wet pussy. As he slowly penetrated her he thought he would blow his load from the sheer pleasure of the entrance, but he fought back the urge to unload. "Oh Baby you feel so good... what did you do???"" Nothing Dear, but I did fall in love with you again"Reuben loved his wife so much, and he spilled his seed deep in her pussy, again and again that night. . Name:Adrian Damage:48Height:6 ft Eyes:Piercing Blue Hair:Black, with gray highlights and slightly balding, so cropped short Build: Tall, broad like a rugby player and till rather toned from an active lifestyle. Profession:Accountant but also ran the condominium complex part-time. It was a cool late summer's morning as Adrian left the confines of the large condominium complex. There were numerous apartments i the building, set in a large ground on the coast, the grounds leading to it's very own private beach. In the grounds was also a swimming pool, for the residents of the condominium. The condominium was rented exclusively to naturists, to those who enjoyed the human form in what ever shape or size it took. Adrian had been there for five years or so, and had met the owners several times, including their only daughter. She was around 12 or 13 when he first met her, a stroppy little miss, in part because she was an only child. But when the previous manager was sacked for falsification of expenditure, the owners had offered Adrian the option. He mulled it over, before accepting. He was a self-employed accountant, and so could easily manage the two jobs, and he soon found that the place pretty much managed itself apart from dealing with new residents from time to time, and managing contractors and repairs. He closed the door behind him, as he walked to the beach, his tight red sport trunks hugging his muscular form. Before long he was walking down to the sea, before turning and sprinting up the sand, the sand making his running difficult going, but that was why he used it as part of his training regimen. As he reached the edge of the sand dunes, he stopped, and placed his hands on his hips as he turned round and walked down the beach, before repeating the process, until he had completed 10 sprints according to the app on his smartphone, secured to his arm. Breathless, he stood still, with HS hands on his hips as he inhaled deeply. He looked around, feeling the need to answer the call of nature. He walked to a more discrete area of the beach, unaware that he was being watched as the sun rose from behind him, covering the Western sea in reds and oranges. He stepped out of his shorts, and placed them on a bush, before he took control of his manhood, and started to relief himself, the urine turning to steam in the cool morning sun, directing his cock from side to side, making a pattern. As he finished, he pulled back and forth his foreskin to remove any remaining droplets, before he turned and started to walk to the building, his short flaccid cock of two inches swung merrily from side to side. He soon reached the pool area and took a shower, placing his shorts and armband containing his smartphone on a table. Moments later, he was swimming in the pool, feeling refreshed from the warm water. He swam gracefully in the water, swimming mostly front crawl, as his body glided through the water like a hot knife through butter. After about 20 lengths or so, he literally jumped out of the pool, and walked over to the table reaching for a towel, and started to wipe himself down dry. Victoria Leaves for California"Good Morning, Sunshine, breakfast is ready. I made your favorite Raisin Bread French Toast""OK Mom, be down in a few minutes" I sat up in bed, you could barely see the outline of the trees in the dusk of the morning. I got dressed, and gathered my small suitcase and carry-on luggage that I would be carrying on board the plane. Furthermore, I descended the stairs, like I had done so many times before, but this would be the last time I would do this for some time. Mom's French toast smelled wonderful, but I didn't have any appetite to eat this morning. Mom saw me picking through my food, and she was concerned "Honey, If you are not hungry, you don't have to eat that, and we can go if you want""I think that is a great idea, cause if I don't I think I might start crying again. I don't understand Mom, here it is that I am going to be going to the school of my dreams, and I am so sad, I can't even think of anything else."" Well your Dad said something, that he knew exactly how you felt. It is because this house, this town is all you ever have known. You probably are feeling that you are leaving one of your best friends, and I think that pretty much has summed it up in a nutshell. Am I right?" I nodded in agreement "I think that is it, I feel that a part of me is being left behind. It is difficult to function without whole self."" I believe that is true, you are leaving something behind for me and your father, we are going to miss you too. But we want you to grow and flourish and find that special woman deep inside of you and I think the only way you are going to find her is on your own. But your Dad and I want to help you every step of the way""Oh Mom, I love you so much. Thank you for saying that. I think I am OK to go now."" Good, now give me that 'Pretty Victoria Smile' that I know and love, I want to remember her like that instead of all teary-eyed." I managed my smile, and she gave me a hug, and grabbed my suitcase to take to the van. I was lost in thought and just stared out the window the whole ride to the airport. Mom pulled to the 20-minute parking and helped me get checked in for the flight. Mom gave me the keys to the house and told me that there should be a driver from the complex it is called "Golden Estates" and he should have my name on the card as well. I gave Mom a last goodbye hug and waved to her as I passed through security.*****************************************************************************Watching my daughter leave through those doors was probably the most difficult thing to have done. I felt the tears streaming down from my eyes. My beautiful baby girl is grown and a woman now. As I tearfully walked back to my car, I sat in my car as I recalled that fateful night over 18 years ago that we conceived this beautiful child. Reuben and I were in an accident that night, the roads were iced over and the car had lost traction and slid down the embankment. Luckily for us, we were not hurt, but we were a good 10 miles from home, and it was too dark to walk up the embankment for help. We were in the process of moving so we had many blankets. So we managed to make a bed in the back seat of the car, it was so cold in the car but being in Reuben's arms it didn't seem so cold. Reuben was kissing so tenderly, I could feel his desire for me welling as he pressed himself against me. He and I both had barely turned 18, but he had already asked me to be his wife when I turned 16. I was so excited to know that one day we would marry but did not have a date yet, and we vowed to each other in when high school that we would wait till we married before we had sex. Feeling him so close right now, I didn't want to wait any longer." Reuben? Remember that vow that we made that we would not have sex until we were married?" He nodded and still continued to kiss me "Of course I do, I want to make sure the time is right"." Well, I believe that time is now" I already know that I want to be with you the rest of my life, and I cannot think of a better time than now."" I always thought it would be under better circumstances than this though, this is not romantic at all."" Romance is made from the feelings of one another, and I think this is the right time. I need to feel you inside of me, I need to feel your love inside me"With that I removed my blouse, Reuben had felt my breasts many times, but he was never able to see them. I removed my bra and my nipples hardened with either the briskness of the air or was it the excitement of exposing them for Reuben to see for the first time??? He was thoroughly captivated by my breasts which were a full C Cup with large areolas surrounding my perked up nipples. He cupped my breasts with his hands and started sucking my nipples. Furthermore, he already had adjusted himself 3 times. "Why don't you let him out, you know you want to" as I leaned down to kiss him? In this kiss, he unzipped his pants and took out his waiting cock and started slowly stroking it. I removed my jeans and panties and I felt myself, I was ready for him to enter me. I nested next to him and helped him push his pants the rest of the way down his legs. After we were both naked next to each other, I could feel his warmth of his body as he positioned himself on top of me. I felt his hardness against my pelvic bone. Reuben whispers in my ear "Are you sure you don't want to wait till we are married? What about if you become pregnant? Are we ready to be parents?"" All I know is I want you right now, I want you to make a real woman out of me tonight. Just go slow, because it is supposed to hurt"His dick found my pussy fairly easy, he started kissing me as he entered. He slowly pressed his cock further in and was met with a little resistance and he stopped. "It will kill me if I hurt you, baby. Are you sure about this?"" Yes, do it now." I held my breath as he pressed through and broke through, it did hurt that it brought tears to my eyes, but it felt good at the same time. Reuben sensed my pain and immediately stopped. "Please don't stop babe, just go slow, I will be OK."" I feel, I can't continue knowing it hurts you""I have waited for a very long time for tonight, I need you to continue. I love you so much, and I love feeling you inside" and drew him closer to me and started kissing him. He responded back nicely, and soon I felt his body tense and his cock pulse after pulse and exploding his hot seed deep inside my hungry pussy. We fell asleep in each other's arms and slept till morning. Reuben awoke with the eagerness that he had to relieve himself, so he slowly opened the car door and tried to slip out without waking me. But as soon as he left my body, I woke, and he told me he would be right back. He stood up just outside the car door and I heard his urine stream hitting the ground. My pussy started tingling again, and with the continued stream excited me and I started to get wet. Reuben returned and closed the door. His cock was already starting to get hard again. "Can I taste your cock, I would like to see what you taste like."" But Honey, I just peed""I don't care, I need to taste you, you don't know how turned on I was to hear you pee." He seemed embarrassed, but brought over his lovely penis, how beautiful it was in the morning sun. I held him in my hands like holding a prized jewel and took him into my mouth. I could feel him harden in my mouth, I teased his head and hole with my tongue, and then I started to taste his precut. As I was sucking on his glorious manhood, he reached down and felt my pussy. He could feel how wet I was and instantly his cock responded. I need to feel him again." Baby, please put your dick inside me again, like you did last night"This time he gladly obliged, as I guided him into my pussy. I loved feeling his cock buried deep inside me, and soon I felt his exploding hot seed once again. "Baby? If I was not pregnant from last night... I am now." with that he kissed me more. "I hope you are." That was the night / day that Victoria was conceived, I named her Victoria Lynn that morning as a reminder of that wonderful victorious beautiful night. It is strange however that I had never chose a name for a boy. I had not realized that I was fingering myself as I had recounted that night and was surprised that how wet my seat was. I guess it is a good thing that the car has leather seats and the wetness was easy to clean up, but I now felt the need to have to cum. So I crawled in the back of the Chrysler Town and Country's last back seat. Reuben and I had a little kit in the back of the van that held numerous items because we never knew when "the urge" might hit us. So we were always prepared. I opened up the kit and pulled out the towel and laid it across the seat then fished out my favorite rabbit vibrator. I laid back and opened my legs I could see that my clit was fully engorged, and I always love feeling how wet I was prior to penetration. Furthermore, I pulled out my finger, and it glistened with my wetness, I licked my fingers and the rabbit slid in with ease. Furthermore, I turned on the vibrator and began to thrust it in and out as I envisioned Reuben fucking me. Furthermore, I soon came with such an intense cum, I do not think it was a squirt, but the towel certainly was wet with pussy juice. After my session concluded, I put the rabbit back in the bag, but the towel definitely needed to be cleaned, so I put the towel in the front seat to make sure I take it in the house to have it washed. As, pulled in the driveway, I was pleasantly surprised to find Reuben's car parked in his spot, but wondered why he was home. I quickly gathered my things and went to find my husband. As I entered the house, I could hear romantic softly playing in the background, there also was the smell of something cooking. He had a roast in the oven with timer set for another hour and a half. I looked around the house, and he was nowhere to be found downstairs. As I climbed the stairs I heard the shower running, and I walked in the bathroom to find my husband just stepping out of the shower. "Oh Love, why are you home so early?"" I didn't want you to come home to an empty house, I know how hard it must have been to have her leave this morning. So I cleared my day to make sure you were OK." He raised my chin and came in and gave me a most wonderful kiss" He then noticed the towel I held in my arms (I had forgotten that I held it) "Honey, why do you have our 'fun towel' from the van?" Embarrassed feeling like a child being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, "I, uh used it in the van at the airport after Victoria had left. I remembered the night she was conceived, and it made me horny all over again""Ok, but why did you bring it in?" Even more embarrassed now, "Well, it kind of needs to be washed."" Really? Can I see it?" I gave Reuben the towel, and he opened up the towel to see the wet spot. "Oh Dear... Honey I think you might have squirted, I need to explore this more, but not today.""Oh, baby? Are you going to fuck me?" Victoria Arrives In Los Angeles It felt good to be able to stretch my legs. As I turned on my phone I received a text from her Dad that he had spoked with Adrian about her needing the studio for use as a dark room and to see if it was available for rent. I found the gentleman that Mom told me about that was to take me the facility. Upon my arrival, I was stunned to see how beautiful the complex was, it was more beautiful than that I remembered. I had been to the complex so many times I knew right where her parents' condo was and unlocked the door. The memories of all the past parties her parents held her had flooded her mind, so I didn't feel so forlorn anymore. Mom was right, I must have needed some time to adjust. I had a few hours before my scheduled appointment with Adrian, so if I remembered correctly they often served lunch at the pool, and she was getting kind of hungry. As I took Charlie out his case I put his strap around my neck... Let's go find my room. The first room I came to was located on the northeast corner of the house. I walked in to the massive room and opened the sliding door out to the balcony. This view was lovely indeed I snapped a few photos of the balcony's view and though the lens caught a gentleman in red shorts relieving himself, I could not help snapping a few shots, I felt some twinges in my loins but was not sure what that was. I continued through the other rooms, one had a view of the pool, which was empty at the moment, my hunger pains returned... I then found Mom & Dad's room, I see why they had chosen this room to be theirs. Furthermore, I had a perfect unobstructed view of the ocean and beach, there were a few people here and there, I could see it is quite a community. As I changed into my small flowered dress, I picked up Charlie and returned him to my neck again and grabbed my purse, locked the door and headed towards the pool. There was one guy in the pool now and as I entered the pool area the gentleman got out of the pool and was drying himself off, then I noticed he wasn't wearing any clothes. He was a magnificent example of the perfect male body, I wanted to snap some photos (he would be perfect for my book, but I really should get his permission first) He noticed me as I walked past him, and he gave me a glance and said "Good Day, I hope you like our facilities" as he gathered his things and exited the gate. I replied "Thank you, sir. I am sure I will" and watch him as he left the pool area. Furthermore, I was amazed how carelessly he walked nude. Then a waiter showed up and asked if I would like to order something to eat. "May I ask what you have available?" He gave me a menu, and he said he would return shortly for my order. It had taken me a while, but I decided on the ½ sandwich and soup of the day with an iced tea. When I had decided on my order I placed the menu on the table and relaxed as I started to soak up the sun's warmness. I had almost drifted off to sleep when the sound of the gate opening brought me back to consciousness. It was a couple the woman had a towel wrapped around her and her guy was nude (he two was another perfect example of the male body) as they found their lounge chairs they changed its position to gain the best angle for tanning and then the guy took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, then smacked her ass and then quickly jumped in the pool. (I wondered how it would be to be kissed like that. I caught Mom and Dad in one of these kisses once before, even took a photograph of it, but it was a photo that I couldn't find, one of my lost treasures) The girl smiled sheepishly as she removed her towel from her bodice and admired her love in the pool. "I love you, Marcus"Marcus??? I kind of remembered a Marcus as being one of Dad's friends. And an Adrian too. I wonder if they are still here??? I also wondered if Mom & Dad were nudists as well... With that thought my food arrived. The waiter brought my lunch and the iced tea he asked me if it was OK. I took a sip to find it was perfectly sweetened. I said everything was fine. He then proceeded to the couple for what I assumed was their order. The waiter nodded and quickly hurried away way. While I ate my lunch another couple, the guy quickly gave her a kiss, and he handed her his towel exposing his magnificent tool before jumping in the pool with Marcus. The other girl joined the other girl who was already sun bathing, and she leaned over and kissed her too. (I could not help but notice the one girl who had kissed her man before jumping in the pool and then to kiss the other girl too??? Guess they are Bi. I heard about these types of relationships, but never believe I would witness it) I could hear that they were conversing but not loud enough to hear what they were saying. Soon the waiter showed up with a bucket full of iced beers, and he set the bucket down on the table and the girl signed her receipt. Then the waiter came to me and presented me a receipt as well. He said that if I didn't want to pay now, residents can have their meals and drinks charge to the complex' account which came out on the first. That was a nice option, so I signed as well, then I went back to my lounge chair for more sun. The girls each took a beer, and then offer their men if they wanted one. "Thanks Babe, but not right now" The girls drank the beers and kept the conversation going. I was amazed at how beautiful they were their breasts were perfect, I wished mine were like that. Mine was on the smaller size. After a while girls said they had to use the restroom and would be back. The guys were tired of being in the water and got out and started to dry themselves off. When they dried off they each took a beer and popped them open and took a massive swig. It didn't take long before they finished off the beer and then proceeded to the lounge chairs the ladies were sitting in. As they were talking Marcus began playing with his dick, and it began to get hard, then the friend joined in too (I could not take my eyes off of these men, I think they were making a show for me) I had never seen a man finish to completion before so I had hoped they would. (I felt some tingling again) and soon they both erupted in a massive explosion of semen. "Hey... you want to go and get your boyfriend and come and join us tonight for a little get-together?" I was stunned after what I had just witnessed and didn't hear what the gentleman had just said.... Marcus repeated his question... "Hey... did you want to come tonight with your boyfriend we are having a get-together we are having at my place tonight. You are welcome to come. Our unit is E6 come by around 8 tonight."uh OK, I will come by if I can. I just flew in today, so I am kind of tired from the plane ride, plus I am from East Coast so it is 3 hours later for me until I get adjusted to the time zone." I said as I picked up my things. Furthermore, I had to excuse myself, because my loins were really starting to get the better of me and wasn't sure what was happening and then quickly left." Oh OK, I hope to see you tonight then." Marcus said." Hey, you don't think we offended her, do you? Keith said Marcus replied, "I don't know, we will find out if she shows tonight, by the way where are the girls??? They have been gone for a while."" You know how they get... they will be back" Keith said.********************************************************I got back to my house and found myself out of breath and went to the toilet, my vaginal area seemed like it was electrified to see if I had to got pee, nothing came out. I then decided to call Mom, she might know what is going on... I called the house and got the answering machine. Then I called her cell, and she seemed out of breath, "Hi Honey, Glad you called did you get in OK? Oh yeah, I got in fine, and I got Dad's message about meeting Adrian for the Studio, can you tell him thank you. I am glad he remembered that I wanted a dark room. "You can tell him yourself, he is right here."" Hi Sweetie, How was your flight?"" It was good Dad, I wanted to thank you that your remembered that I wanted a dark room. You are the best Dad, I love you. Did you have a friend here by the name of Marcus?"" Oh yeah, how is he doing?"" He looked good, Dad" (PERFECT)"Well tell him, I said Hello, if when you see him. Is he still with Sharon?"" I don't know, he was with a really pretty blond, could that be Sharon?"" It sounds like them, tell them both that I miss seeing them""OK, Can I have Mom back, got some personal stuff to ask her, nothing against you Dad, it is girl stuff""Oh no, problem Hun, here she is""Honey, are you OK?"" I don't know Mom, I feel funny""What do you mean 'feel funny'?"" Well I first felt it when I saw a man, when I came into the house, I went looking for my room and I went out the balcony of one of the rooms, I saw him there, he was urinating in the sand and I watched him through the whole thing I watched him take off his shorts and relieve himself. I know I shouldn't have watched, but I think I liked it, that was the first time I felt like electrical charges""Then I went down to the pool, there was a man in the pool, he was swimming with no clothes on and when he got out, he walked out like everything was normal. Then a couple came in soon afterward and they were nude too. Mom, is this like a nudist colony or something?"" Well Honey, Yes and No. You have the option of going nude as long as you stay on the grounds, clothing is optional."" Oh wow Mom, that is kind of HOT. Why didn't you say anything?"" Well, I wasn't sure how you would take it. So your Dad and I left it for you to discover on your own and make up your own mind whether you chose to participate or not."" Then there was this guy named Marcus, I don't know if he is the same Marcus that Dad is talking about."" Yes we know a Marcus, did he do something?"" Well yes, but he never touched me. He and his friend started playing with their penis' all the way to completion and I watched all of it. I really made me feel funny. And it still feels funny""Oh Honey, I know exactly what you need to do to feel better. Where are you right now?"" I am on the bed, in your room""PERFECT! Go to the bathroom and in one of my vanity's bottom drawers. There is a red make-up bag. Go get the bag and dump out the contents on the bed.""OK, I will be right back." I put the phone down on the bed and went to look for the bag. When I returned I dumped out the contents of the bag, there were various things in there that I had no idea how they were to be used. "Ok, Mom, they are on the bed""Find something that looks like it has a rabbit on it."" I found it Mom." I accidentally did something, and it started to buzz... "Oh... its buzzing Mom""Just turn it off on the side, the controls are sensitive. Oh, go and grab a towel and the make-up mirror from the bathroom too""OK, I am right back" As I am looking for the towel and the mirror, I am wondering what is Mom having me do." Got both the towel and mirror now""Spread the towel out on the bed and take of your clothes."" Sit on the towel and position the mirror so you can see what is going on as I tell you what to do""You remember how I showed you how to use the tampons?"" Yes, I remember""The first thing you want to do is to check how wet you are. Just insert your finger in your vaginal cavity (the area the tampons goes in) or a lot of women will call this their pussy. If you are wet, you are ready. The thing you are holding is called a Rabbit Vibrator, the larger part goes inside your vaginal cavity and the other one rests just outside your clit. When your body is tingling like that your body is telling you it is excited and wants to have an orgasm. When you are ready to do this make sure you are completely relaxed and will not be interrupted, maybe turn off your phone to insure you will have some alone time. And you will know when you have had your orgasm. That is all I can tell you, do you have any questions?"" Wow, Mom I had no idea, when can I try it?"" You can start as soon as we hang up the phone, just turn off your phone for no interruptions. I love you Sweetie, and call me later if you want."" Oh OK, thanks a bunch Mom, I will call you later and tell you how it went." with that I hung up the phone. Well that was a lot to digest... So that is what girls mean when they say their pussy is wet... So remembering what Mom said is to Sit on the towel and position the mirror in front, so I can see, then to see how wet I am. I inserted my finger inside and pulled it back out, and it was glistening with juices from my pussy. I licked my fingers clean, it tasted a little funny, but I could get used to it. Then inserted the Rabbit inside just as Mom suggested, the ears rested against my clit just as she said, I kind of felt good. I then turned it on, and it was set on 6, that was too strong, so I dropped it back to 1 and gradually increased it till I found a comfortable setting. My pussy was really starting to enjoy this and could feel a feeling that I had NEVER experienced such an intense feeling. My whole body started to tremble as I experience wave after wave. WOW, what a feeling... I could get used to that.... that felt awesome. I looked at the time, I was to meet Adrian in an hour and a half. That was plenty of time to go get showered and dress up. I wanted to look nice for him.****************************************************************************Reuben returned from downstairs, "Shall we resume what we were doing before Victoria called? Dinner won't be ready for at least another 30–45 minutes. Is Victoria OK?"" Oh yes, Honey she is fine. I think she witnessed Marcus and his friend masturbating in front of her, she called me cause her pussy was tingling, like mine is right now for those lips of yours. I just taught her how to use the Rabbit""Oh Baby, that is so sexy, let me see how wet that conversation made you" Meeting with Adrian What an amazing feeling that was, I never understood what all those girls were talking about when they were talking in the locker room about having their pussies eaten (something I am really curious about now). Some of the girls would ask me if I had even done it or have it done to me. I told them that with homework, my work with yearbook and school paper.... I barely had time for myself, so all the girls pretty much left me alone. I got into the shower and I checked myself to see how wet I was and sure enough my pussy was sopping wet with my juices... Furthermore, I turned off the water and went back to Mom's play things, there were different ones available but that Rabbit felt so good, I had decided to use it again. This time I turned up the speed on the rabbit the 4, after few minutes my pussy was caused my body to convulse with another intense orgasm. Oh, my god that felt awesome, it took me a while to recover from it. I HAVE to tell Mom thank you... After her session concluded she felt had a new spring in her step she showered, and she felt so refreshed. Most of my clothing was being shipped so either I had to find something suitable in Mom's closet or go with something I brought to go for a business meeting with Adrian and then to the party at Marcus. I wondered who all would be there, and I wondered if that one woman was really Sharon... If that was her at the pool... she was gorgeous (I wonder what her pussy looks and feels like) As I got out of the shower I went through Mom's closet for a nice dress there wasn't many choices, so I settled with some clothes I brought in my suitcase, I settled on some beige hunter's shorts with a pink tank top and my sandals. Combed my hair my light brown hair that flowed down to my mid back. I then put part of my hair in a barrette and left the other part of it hang naturally. I grabbed Charlie and put him around my neck and grabbed the keys and headed out the door. Furthermore, I set the door to automatically lock from the outside but open from inside. On my way to the office I passed a couple that was actually engaged in intercourse in one of the cabanas towards the back of the pool, I couldn't help but snap a few photos, soon the guy pulled out, and the girl began sucking him too, I kept the snapping the photos (this is HOT - she is going to suck his stuff???? Man, do I have A LOT to learn) then I recognized the guy and girl they were the ones to join Marcus and Sharon soon made it to the manager's office, the TV was on and a fresh cup of coffee sat at the desk, but the office was empty. So Victoria waited on the couch for Adrian to show (I closed my eyes and tried to envision what Adrian must look like now. I think he was pretty tall and definitely in great shape, he must be some sort of Athlete) Dream in Adrian's office (As I closed my eyes and tried to envision what Adrian must look like now. I think he was pretty tall and definitely in great shape, he must be some sort of Athlete)I remember Adrian mostly swimming laps at the pool. What a skilled and graceful swimmer he was. If he kept the same regimen, he still would be in fine shape. With the images of Adrian in the pool, her mind switched over to Marcus and his friend slowly working their penis and so the release of their semen was indeed very exciting, and my pussy began to stir with excitement. I remember Mom washing to check how wet you are. I opened my eyes to find Adrian still had not yet returned, so I laid down on his couch and reached underneath my shorts and panties. Furthermore, I was a bit shocked that my finger had eased inside so easily. It was the first time I had inserted my finger inside. I moved my finger out to touch the flesh that surrounding my pussy's entrance and brushed up against my clit. This sensation was electrifying I had to remove my panties and shorts (but what if Adrian came in and saw me doing this? What would he think?) With the thought of the possibility of Adrian walking in to witness me fingering my pussy gave me a bit of an adrenaline rush so, I thought what the heck, I just have to deal with it. I removed my shorts and panties laid back and opened my legs. I felt the warm sun streaming through the glass door and front window, it felt good on my pussy. Furthermore, I pulled back the top layer of skin on my clit exposing a small nub. This nub was extremely sensitive to the touch, I wet my finger with the juices from my pussy and returned to this nub. As I rubbed this nub, I used the other hand's fingers inside my pussy. I had discovered using fingering method was a bit different. I could use my fingers to explore and touch all these new sensations. All my movements were slow, steady and deliberately stroked.***********************************************************************************************Sharon was in the kitchen preparing the meat for the BBQ. I glanced over to see my wife busy in the kitchen getting ready for our guests, after 15 years of marriage, I can't believe she still just as beautiful as the day I married her. Her long flowing long hair glistened in the afternoon sun. I know her beautiful breasts are soft and nipples would harden with the cupping massage of my hands. I felt my cock twitch in my speeds. I walked over to my wife and encircled my arms around her waist drawing her close to my hardness as I kissed her neck as I began to fondle her breasts. "Babe, how am I going to get ready for our guests with you doing that?" Sharon asked." I don't know, but we have a couple of hours before and someone really needs to fuck you" pressing my cock against her ass. Then she reached in my shorts and plus out my cock and engulfs my swollen head. She expertly tongues my head and stokes my shaft with 15 years practice she brings a massive orgasm swallowing every cum spurt with ease. She cleaned up every ounce of moisture in and around my cock and lovingly returned my dick to my seeds and then kissed it through the material. As she stood up, she gently kisses my lips and whispers "how was that?' Oh Baby, you know exactly what to do, I insert my tongue as I am met with hers. I taste myself in her month I begin rubbing my balls. As she kisses me, she whispers," shall we continue this later? I have a little surprise for you later."" What kind of surprise? I pleadingly asked her. She said "you will just have to wait and find out, in the meantime, would you go ask Adrian if he would like to come to our little get-together.""OK my love, I will be back in a few"As I walk out the door to go to Adrian office, I pass the pool where I Keith and I stroked our cocks as that young girl at the pool. She seemed so familiar but could not place how I would know her. As I reached Adrian's office I see that same girl on the couch with her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. My cock sprung to life again as I watched this girl enjoying herself. I reached inside my shorts and stroked my freshly serviced cock, but I could feel stirrings inside my balls. I suddenly had the urge to taste this lovely pussy. Furthermore, I quietly entered Adrian's office and knelt in front of the beautiful girl, I could smell the musk emanating from her budding womanly parts as she was softly moaning with delight. Her skin of her thighs were the color of melted caramel over an ice cream sundae. My mouth began salivating as I watched her tease her clit. As I gazed at this magnificent site, my cock was finding that my seeds were much too confining, so I carefully removed my shorts setting him free and I began petting and stroking him. My cock responded like a puppy devouring the attention. (I wondered would she reject me if you would kiss and nibble her inner thighs.) As I started caressing her thighs, she jumped and withdrew her fingers in embarrassment. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to start you, but I hoped you wouldn't mind my tasting you. You look so lovely, I find you incredibly difficult to resist"***********************************************************************************************"You are Marcus from the pool earlier this afternoon?" I asked as I opened my legs again exposing the lips of my pussy and teasing my clit." Yes, that was me and my friend was Keith. I do hope that you accept my invitation to come to our get-together we have at the house." I was planning on dropping by after I meet with Adrian. My dad had built a couple studio apartments on the complex, and I was hoping one of them would be vacant for me to use for my dark room." I could see Marcus stroking his cock as I rubbed my pussy. "Even though you startled me when you kissed my thighs it felt perfect. Would you continue?" Marcus moved in and resumed his kissing of my thighs, and then he began moving up closer to my pussy but still did touch it. I moved my buttocks down so he would have no trouble reaching my aching clit and pussy. He gently teased my nub with the pointed end of his tongue and teased my pussy with just his fingertip. Then after a bit he put my whole clit in his mouth and softly starting sucking on it. Then he inserted his fingertip more and I could feel my orgasm building again. He was stroking his cock too, and I could see the very top of his extremely swollen head. I reached my orgasm as I saw his cock erupt with his cum and coat his hand. Then I heard the voice of another man "Well looks like Victoria will be a welcome addition to our community." . Adrian kept missing Victoria through work and other commitments. He ran the condo part-time, and so he had his other business, being an accountant to worry about. But he headed to his Office, and saw that the door was already open. He put his head through, and saw his friend's daughter on the couch, with Marcus, a younger resident, as they enjoyed themselves. Adrian was in his late 40s, and a widower, living with his daughter who was of a similar age to Victoria. In fact’t he two girls had become friends for a while, though they were both too lazy to keep in touch Adrian assumed. He had though informed Sophia that Victoria was moving to the condo to live whilst she attended photographic college. He was tall and kept himself fit, running and swimming regularly, as well as cycling 40 or 50 miles a couple of times a week. His love of the sports helped him to keep his middle age spread to a minimum, though he could lose a few pounds if he wanted to. But he was happy with his physique, he was muscular in atoned manner, and had great legs, as his friends of both sexes, including the bisexual Marcus had told him. But here he was watching Victoria on the couch with her summer dress pulled up, and Marcus stroking hi cock as he orally pleasured Victoria. Adrian was becoming aroused as he watched, hearing his deep breaths quicken before he gasped, as he shot his load over his hand and onto the leather of the couch. Victoria seemed to shudder moments after, as she gasped, cried out... He watched them for a while before he announced his presence"Well looks like Victoria will be a welcome addition to our community." He entered the room, wearing a pair of smart chino shorts and a short sleeve Hawaiian shirt, something of a trademark of his, his friends often referred to him as Magnum. Around the office were photos of Adrian with his wife, and Sophie, of various ages, and then just Sophie and himself or Sophie. He saw Marcus blush as he quickly recovered, trying to excuse himself having been caught, and rather embarrassed. Victoria was also somewhat embarrassed, as she stuttered..." Why don't you two clean up whilst I make Victoria a coffee? Or would you prefer tea?" As he is hard her response, he headed to the little kitchen area in the office, letting them tidy themselves up father their fun. Moments later he heard Marcus shout out goodbye, and Victoria followed him into the little kitchen area.

_Nature and All Its Glory_ (closed to CFMB_fan)|rating:3.0

Acid Reign_ Prison Island of Cadian's Keep {Secondary IC}

The year is 2012... the near future. Ten years ago, the city of Haven Falls was like any other - a collection of islands interconnected by highways and commerce. Skyscrapers, parking garages, cafés, and crowded streets directed by traffic lights dominated the more urban portions. Wooden fences, manicured lawns, swimming pools, and brick houses were found in abundance in the suburbs. Beautiful parks and beaches were scattered throughout. Some might even say that Haven Falls paved the way for the rest of the world - a near utopia that had seen the end of world hunger and divided nations. Now all united under one people, life was simpler and nearly without worry. That is, except for the acid rain brought on by the decades of pollution. If you got caught out in it briefly, it was nothing more than a sunburn... but prolonged exposure could cause blisters and even death. But this was small potatoes compared to what happened in September 2002, the incident known as the Wideout. The nuclear power plant located on Roma Island that supplied Haven Falls with its energy, had a meltdown that resulted in over a hundred deaths in the southern parts of the city. By the time the Anatomy Power Corporation had it all cleaned up, it was too late... the majority of the city had moved away in fear of it happening again. Anatomy was buried in fines and loss of profits to the point that they went belly up and closed their doors. With everything that happened and its rapidly deteriorating state, the government evacuated the remainder of the city and blew all the bridges that connected it to the mainland. Unsure of how to handle the now derelict islands, they sold it to a private company that had a plan for what to do with the place - Skynet. At first, it was only used for dumping trash from the rest of the mainland, transforming the island of Lindgren Park from a gorgeous green place into a landscape with mountains of garbage and ponds of sludge. And then someone at Skynet had the bright idea to turn the place into a prison. So they walled it in, named it Acadian's Keep, and started dumping trash of a different kind there. Now, Acadian's Keep is the largest prison in the world... filled with the worst of the worst by a matter of natural selection. It is a breeding ground for violent men and women to enact violent retribution for their anger and frustration at being thrown away here. But the world hadn't completely turned their backs, no... another genius in a suit at Skynet figured out that filming and broadcasting the events of the prison city via pay-per-view would plant a tidy little profit in the company's pocket. So while life for the rest of the world continued to be filled with peace and prosperity, for those doomed to life in Acadian's Keep... it was only a matter of time before you were dead. There are no guards. There is no warden. There are no rules. And there is no escape. You all came from various places and for various crimes - some of them legitimate, some of them completely fabricated. It became obvious that it didn't matter to the courts of the United Nations of Earth... the government that now ran the entire world. Most of the sheep saw this a good thing; a "utopia" they called it. But you had been lucky enough to see it for what it really was - all one big balls!t lie wrapped up in a pretty little sugary pill that was easier to swallow than the truth. And now, you no longer had to live underneath that blanket of a lie. And that was the good news. The bad news was that you were stuck living out the remainder of your life on this sh!the*l# of a place. Acadian's Keep was the only maximum security prison on the entire planet, and all the worst of the worst ended up getting carted off here. And so it had happened to each of you, not long ago. Officer Slave, the pr!ck, had given you some well-rehearsed monologue that was meant to frighten you and the rest of the inmates that you were being transported with. Something about how you wouldn't make it. Clearly, it was designed to make him feel like some kind of badass... or to get his rocks off to... who knows... who cares? Helicopters had come in, and you had been herded into cages with roughly half a dozen of you in each one. The choppers had then picked you up and carted you over the ruined highway that once connected the islands of Haven Falls to the mainland. Then they had just dropped you down into the muck, like a discarded piece of trash. Luckily, the cages were equipped with some pretty high-tech rigs - parachute, inflated landing cushion, remote self-destructing locking mechanisms. And along with you, they dropped a handful of large wooden crates with parachutes of their own. And they recorded and broadcasted the entire frenzy that followed... something akin to lowering a raw steak into a tank full of piranhas. Luckily, you had escaped the mayhem largely unharmed. On the other hand, you also weren't able to get a hold of the supplies that the crates had contained. Spoiler Hide Guard Officer Slave And so, for several days you tried to avoid contact with the others of Hickman's Shire (the island you had been dropped onto). Most that you had come across were crazy or filled with such rage that they tried to kill you - probably just to eat you. Slowly, however, you found enough to survive - a half-eaten can of beans; a few wild potatoes sprouting in the bed of a pick-up truck; water from reservoir tank of a toilet; a weapon fashioned from something else entirely or perhaps one pried from the cold hand of a fellow inmate. Regardless, you found yourself adapting to this new hell on earth, and you even managed to gravitate to a small group of people like yourself - just wanting to survive and willing to work together in order to achieve that end goal. The four of you (Free-fall, Twitch, Bob scratch, and Michael) had liberated a bank you had come across that was still mostly intact; albeit aside from a massive run-down armored truck that someone had driven through the front glass windows. You ran off the small handful of crazies that had been hunkering down here and, with no small amount of effort (as nothing you tried would get it to start), moved the truck into a position that helped fortify the front entrance of your new home. Using some conference room tables and other junk you found in and about the bank, you stuffed them in beneath and around the vehicle. You also fortified the other entrances and exits from the building. Now, in order to enter the bank, you had to climb through the cab of the truck... which was a pain, but it made your place secure and gave you the best sleep you had had in over a week. That was until one night, you heard someone going through the limited stock that you had managed to gather. Waking up the rest of the group, you all caught a woman attempting to steal some of your food. Whatever your reasons may be... you decided to take her prisoner until you could figure out what to do with her. And so, you handcuffed her to the toilet in the furthest back stall of the women's restroom. That was early this morning. And then the rains started up, coming down in virtual buckets outside. With what you knew the rain could do to you if you were out in it too long... it looked like today might be a day to be spent inside. Twitch paces the floor of the lobby nervously, clenching his fists and unclenching them as he does so. He didn't like if. If that women could get in here and get at the food without them noticing, someone could have killed them all in their sleep. He didn't like it here, the rain, the psychos, the stink. If he could get that armored car rolling, they could roll out of here... His thoughts trailed off. They didn't have the supplies to even fortify a building, much less get an armored car running. He spoke up to the rest of the group in the lobby." So, what're we going to do with that chick?" he asks, stopping in the middle of the floor and tapping his foot against the tile nervously. Michael looks up from the little pile of junk he has gathered together, attempting to visualize a way to create a weapon from it. So far the others he was with seemed to be better than the others he had encountered, none had tried to eat him yet anyway. "I'm not particularly keen on killing a woman, plus she seems like a commodity. We could use her as a bargaining tool with some of the other gangs." Michael says, trying to justify keeping the thief alive. He looks back down to his junk pile and goes back to tinkering with it, his opinion made clear, he doesn't intend to provoke confrontation. Free-fall sat against a wall apparently at ease. "Ask her how she got to the food. Fixing our security's worth the attempt she made on us, and we'd kill her if she tried again, so she doesn't have a reason to hold it back for the future. Then we fix the problem and let her go." His expression darkened. "Awful pile of sh’t for us to have to guard. The food here is awful. If I had my way we'd make it to the coast and all become fishermen." He laughed softy. Twitch looks over at Free-fall,"Let her go? No way, man! What if she, y'know, has, like, friends? We let her go, what's to say she doesn't come back with a few more people? You know, like, cannibal people?" He starts pacing again,"But we can't just kill her, right? And trading her to one of these gangs... we don't have any way of assuring they don't just take her and kill all of us for good measure. We could end up even worse off then we ****ING are now..." he trails off and keeps pacing the lobby, occasionally kicking aside pieces of shattered tile. "So ask her how she got in and then take her on. She seems sane enough. And yes, that's relative to everyone else. Including us." As they talk Bob scratch engages in his favorite pastime during the dull mind breaking rain days. He slowly paces the room, combing the walls with his eyes, looking for the cameras. Tries to put the situation in context. Scrappy band of survivors, shut in, possible new recruit... Zombie movies! But is the new girl the bad with a heart of gold, or is she the secretly nuts cannibal who thinks the zombies are a biblical sign? "If she had friends like that we'd be dead. Why let us know we've got a problem and let yourself get captured when you could just come in and kill us the first time?" Free-fall noticed that what he'd taken as a patch of intact paint was altogether more organic and now altogether more on his clothes. "But I was serious about the food thing, we need to find somewhere on the islands that don't blow. If there isn't any we should make one." Twitch nods at the mention of food,"Yeah, not much we can do about it today though. You guys go talk to the chick, I'm going to have a look around this place, make sure we didn't miss anything,"he says, then starts moving around the structure, searching for anywhere the thief may have gotten in, or any supplies they may haven't noticed when they first moved in. Free-fall made his way to the bathroom. Kat sat quietly, cuffed to the toilet. It was a situation she didn't particularly like, but she wasn't as nervous as she should have been. The group of men seemed to have taken pity on her. It wasn't the first time her feminine charms and good looks had saved her, and she doubted it would be the last. No, they probably weren't going to kill her or else they would have done it. Of course, she was good with words too.___________________"Please, don't kill me!" She begged, in the most innocent American accent she could muster." I wasn't going to hurt you, I swear. I was just looking for food. Furthermore, I haven't eaten in days." A statement mostly true. Had only one of them confronted her, rather than all four, things might have turned out differently. It was dangerous to corner her. But they didn't need to know that right now." I can help you. I'm good at being quiet. You only heard me because that shelf was rusty and broke when the weight shifted. And I'm good with locks if I have the tools. I can help you find food..." The enticement must have been enough. Their scrapping by must have been as bad as hers, because they looked at her and threw her in the bathroom._____________________And that gave her time, which was all she needed. She had tried to slip out of the cuffs, but they seemed to know enough to keep them extra tight. She had slipped out of cuffs before, but she just couldn't manage this time. Furthermore, she had tried for almost an hour. Then she noticed the loose tile on the wall. Carefully she quietly kicked it for almost two hours, finally breaking off a few tiles and dragging them towards her. She broke them into jagged points and tried to pick the locks. Sadly they were too thick. So there she was now, finally deciding to take the hard way. The pipe on the restroom could be removed. It just was tight as hell. So since then Kat had been using all her strength to loosen it. It had moved some since she started, but her hands and arms were getting tired. Plus she paused constantly to listen. Of course, she could hear them awake now, all of them. Talking about her. It made her nervous. Fatigued and tired, and knowing they would be coming soon, she gave up for the moment and sat down. Again she fluffed her hair up some, covering part of her face to make herself look more ravaged. When they finally came for her, she whimpered slightly, as if she was afraid they had come to kill her. "Bad move. It probably helped you in the past, but if you're here and your as weak as that you either just arrived or leached of some group your not with anymore. Not a stirring advert." Freefall stood in the center of the bathroom watching her. Being upright probably meant he'd have to eat again sooner, but he really didn't want to touch anything around him. Why couldn't they have chosen a clean, tropical island cluster for max security? She shudders slightly. Meekly she says"Yes, I just arrived a few days ago...". As casual as she could, Kat looked this one over. He seemed like a man looking for a fight. That didn't bode well." I'm sorry, okay? What do you want from me? If you let me go, I won't bother you. I promise. Please don't hurt me!..." She laid the sound of fear on thick with her final plea. Free-fall continued to stand there, looking slightly annoyed now. She looked like she was going to sit there, so he would wait for the others, But listening to her plead made the waiting more obvious. He used to keep a broken watch in his pocket to work on while he was bored, but he didn't have anything like that here. Twitch, Michael, camp; BobscratchMichael stared down at all the parts he had gathered, and he was pretty sure that he had everything that he needed... except for a way to carry it, to make it portable. Propane tank... check. Hose... check. Igniter... check. Control valve... check. Gun/wand type thingy... check. Yup, that should be everything in order to make the flamethrower work. Of course, testing it would probably be a good idea. Outside; definitely outside. Twitch busies himself with trying to figure out where the woman had gotten in - where the hole in their defenses was. As he poked around, he finally found what he was looking for. The steel door to the staircase was scratched up - it had been forced open somehow... probably by something thin and metal, like a butter knife. The concrete stairwell was choked with so much rubble between the first and second floors that it would have been impossible for her to get in that way. Possibly down the elevator shaft... but then the door wouldn't have been jimmied open. No, it looked as though she had gotten into the basement somehow. Bobscratch continued to walk about the place, playing out the possibilities for a television show. All he could think of where the ratings that Skynet must be getting for the pay-per-view airings that they are showing from these islands. Those little flying camera drones that they have are absolutely amazing. They allow them to shoot almost anywhere they want, at any time!][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Free-fall camp; Kat The two of you remained where you were, waiting. But it did not seem like anyone else would be joining you, for now. The bathroom was dark since the electricity wasn't working, so you had propped the door open by shoving a doubled-over magazine underneath of it... allowing what little daylight there was today to trickle in and cast everything in various shades of desaturated color. Michael starts assembling his makeshift flamethrower. He gets about half-way through assembling it when he decides to get some help with testing it, after all, why risk his own life and limb. He shouts out for whomever is within listening distance. Anyone want to help me test out a flamethrower?then finishes up working on the makeshift weapons of death. He looks up to see if anyone has responded to his call and come over. Bob scratch brushes some dirt off on his pants and walks over to Micheal." Ah, the catch 22 of filming any effects heavy pro sequence. If we don't test it in a rehearsal we might blow up. If we do, fuel is used that costs us dearly. I'll help. Not like I'm likely to spot a drone in this weather." Michael looks around for a moment, trying to find any sort of cart or other wheeled surface to put it on. If he can't find one he will address BobscratchI'm going to need help lugging this thing outside. Michael will say, sighing at the complicated situation they are in. Twitch comes back to the lobby and explains the breach in the security to the others, looking at the makeshift flamethrower with a healthy degree of caution." Might not want to take it outside until the rain stops, Mikey,"he says, jerking a thumb towards the entrance,"You know how dangerous bad weather can be around here." Michael shrugs figured the rain could help keep us from getting to ****ed up if the thing malfunctions or explodes, I see your point though. I'd like to take a look at the truck then if you really think it's a bad idea. I would appreciate your input in trying to get it running. From what you've told us, you're an excellent driver. Twitch nods,"The best. If it has wheels and an engine, I can get it where it's going,"he says,"But we probably don't have the stuff to fix it here, don't recall a lot of car parts hanging around in banks. Will probably take some time to get all the stuff we need." He walks over to the van and, providing that the front end is out of the rain, pops it open. Kat sits in the dark, her hands wrapped around the pipe, trying to stay calm. This guy was starting to weird her out. Why does he just sit there staring at me? He hasn't asked me anything. And I'm pretty sure I can hear the other three pretty distant. That doesn't strike me as a good sign... Sitting up, she pulls her legs inward trying to put them in a more defensible position. That way she could lash them out as a kick if he came at her. She was starting to suspect some kind of assault was coming. With the weak pity routine not having any effect, she opted to simply stare back at him. At this point her options were limited. Free-fall sighed. The others had sounded like they were going to be right after him, but they obviously were not. This was getting really awkward. He left to see what they were up to. Michael, camp; BobscratchYou looked around and found an office chair with wheels on it. It should roll around great on the tile and the low-pile carpeting... until you get to where all the little pieces of broken glass were at least. Michael would know that, while the ran could potentially stymie any "accidents" involving the flames - that Twitch was right. The acid rain was something that you didn't want to expose yourself to if you could help it. Although, the front entrance of the bank was covered. And worse-come-to-worse, the stairwellwasmade out of concrete.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Twitch You pop the green hood on the big s*mm@b!TCH and take a gander inside. With the second story of the building forming a sort of awning out front... you felt confident in the ability to work on it without being exposed to the rain. However, your experience has always been with normal vehicles - fast cars, pick-up trucks, etc. And while you know that the basics are the same... this engine compartment is almost like looking at a different language. At the very least, you can see a large piece of the steel door frame stuck through the radiator. Luckily, it looks like it didn't pierce all the way through, so the fan was still good.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Kat Just as the awkward tension was building to what felt like a breaking point, the dark-haired man turned and left, leaving you once more to yourself. You could swear, as you had been working on twisting the pipe free, that the metal had grown colder since last night.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][FreefallYou walk back out into the lobby to find Twitch opening up the hood of the armored truck. Also, Michael and Bob scratch are talking about something while messing with an office chair, a huge bottle of propane, and some hoses. Spoiler: The Bank: The Simple Layout Hide Just so that you guys have a rough idea of where everything is and how much space you're dealing with. I have gotten this far on it already, I figured I might as well share it. Twitch Twitch looks back at the rest of the group." Alright, most of this s*** is Greek to me, but I know a big piece of metal through the radiator when I see it. I think we might be able to weld it shut, but there could be other stuff wrong with it." FreefallFreefall looked at the chair mounted propane tank." I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're building something really stupid." Michael stands back from the chair, and looks to Bob scratch. Let's leave it for now, the rain may be detrimental to our health., he gives Free-fall a scathing glance, I've been designing things like this since I was a kid, it's a flamethrower, you know, because we don't want to be killed by cannibals and rapists., He walks over to Twitch, Let me take a look at it, a second pair of eyes can be useful. He takes a look under the hood as well. We are going to have to find a way to seal up that radiator, or find a new one to replace it, otherwise a car this size will overheat pretty damn quickly. Kat feels the pipe carefully, slightly confused. It wasn't that cold that long ago. Let's hope it's just from the rain. A smile broadens on her face. She realizes the cold may actually loosen the pipe. Fortune in her favor. Trying her best, she moves her body over the pipe so the thin jean jacket she wore moved close to her cuffed hands. Doing her best, she grabbed the edge of the jacket and wrapped it around the pipe. Using it as a gripper, she once more tried working the pipe as best she could. Her head looked up at the doorway, trying to do the work by feel so they didn't catch her by surprise. Spoiler Hide Strength Check - (1d20+3)[4] Edit: Well shoot... "Actually you have a really heavy blowtorch. To have a flamethrower you'd need something flammable and some way to actually throw it. That way you could fight of any rapist that tries to take you while your pushing around an office chair." Free fall sat down." If we run out of bullets and pipes you'd be better off making a strategic rock reserve." Don't let the troglodyte's idiocy escalate you. Michael thinks to himself, pushing down his annoyance. We are going to have to agree to disagree on that, unless you would rather I tested it on you, eh? If you are so sure it will act as a torch and not a proper flamethrower, then I'm sure you would be willing to act as a dummy and stand, let's say 8 feet away from me, while I aim the wand at you? Free-fall moved to the appropriate distance." Sure, and then if it doesn't work, you'll come with me and decide what to do with our prisoner instead of wasting time and propane." Michael, irritated, turns to Bob scratch, You are witness to the fact that he consented to this if the others ask. He turns the flamethrower on Free-fall and let's loose. Bob scratch winces as voices are raised." Hey, if you two are going to fight can you do it in a less fire shoot way? I don't want to be immolated because the Bat-Punisher over there can't shut his mouth." As the flames shoot our he sighs."Oy, Dealt." Having foregone moving the flamethrower outside, Michael points it across the lobby in what he feels is a "safe" direction and Free-fall moves to stand some ways away from the engineer. He opens the valve on the tank all the way and then opens the control valve and hits the igniter. Pale orange fire erupts from the end of the wand and launches out at Free-fall, hitting the man and setting some of his clothes on fire. It appears to have worked; better, perhaps, than either man had expected. Free-fall laughed and threw his burning clothing on the ground to stomp out." I stand corrected. Good work." He put back on his now blacked garments." But the chair's still stupid." Michael brightens up, feeling vindicated. He's also quite glad he did not kill Free-fall, as that could have caused him problems. Of course, it is. It's a temporary measure to keep it mobile, until I find something better. At least we know it works. Now let's go deal with our prisoner. He heads down the hall to the bathroom. Twitch looks up from the armored car and quips,"With the flamethrower?" Only if she gets uppity, Michael responds sarcastically, then laughs as he continues to the room. Kat silently cursed at herself, the jacket failing to catch any extra grip. At this point, the pipe wasn't even moving. She wasn't sure if her grip had just weakened, or if the cold pipe had made a difference, but she suspected the former. Suddenly her head whips up as she hears the sound of laughter coming her way. Quickly she sits down once more, as if she had been sitting there the whole time. Of course, I might as well of been just sitting here anyway... Luckily, Free-fall managed to avoid most of the direct damage, only getting burns on his hands and arms and losing a few pieces to his facial hair and eyebrows. His jacket, however, did not fare so well. And after putting it back on, he realized how ridiculous it now looked... and that he would probably need to find something to replace it eventually. Twitch could tell that he was probably going to need leather gloves or something similar to pull the metal free from the radiator, lest he tear up his hands in the process. Looking outside, he could see that the rain was slowing to more of a light drizzle and that the sun was fighting to come out. Michael soon walked into the bathroom to find Kat sitting there, still handcuffed where they had left her in the middle of the night. Michael looks at the woman they have trapped in the bathroom. He's uncomfortable with her being restrained, but she did try to steal from them. So... do you have any reason we shouldn't just dispose of you. You tried to steal from us. We can't exactly let you go, do you have a solution for this dilemma, because it seems that most of the people here are leaning towards ending you. So I notice he didn't say he wanted me dead... Should have tried the weak routine with him... Kat sat quietly for a moment, processing the man's words. Carefully she chose what to say. The properly placed word usually went further than the properly placed bullet. Once more in the American girl accent she answered." I don't understand. Why can't you let me go? I just made a mistake. I'm no threat to you four. It's only the four of your that I've seen, right? I could have put up a fight. You took my gun. No, I let you take my gun. I didn't try to hurt YOU! So can't you just let me go..." With the last sentence, tears begin to well up in her eyes. After being thrown onto this island and being framed for doing the right thing, Michael is fairly cynical. Her tears don't affect him. Why are you on this island then, eh? I'd like to know if you'd have given that gun up if only one of us had confronted you. You can't really think I'll believe you are some innocent little girl when they shipped you here. Free-fall sighed and dropped his jacket on the ground. He walked over to where they had the prison clothes stored and got a shirt to layer on. He went over to the bathroom and watched from the doorway. "Do you really think everyone here is guilty?" She scoffs"No, this place is a like one big trashcan for people that they want to get rid of. Mostly criminals, yeah sure. But not all." Tilting her head back, she lets the single stream of tears runs to the back of her head before wiping them with her shoulder." Besides, innocence or not, it doesn't change the fact I'm not a threat. Just let me go. I'll get out of your hair fast as I can. I have no need to come back here." Michael turns to Free-fall, Do you mind watching her for a moment, I'm going to get the flamethrower. Free-fall looks resigned."this is getting ancient. And what is a flamethrower going to accomplish? It's not like we have fuel to spare for it, and she's tied up. Anything we could do with a flamethrower we can do without one." I'm starting to think you are really dense. You undermine everything anyone tries to do around here. I can see that your interrogation of her was very fruitful. Maybe, if she thought there was credible threat she would be more straight with us. Maybe if you were not so busy trying to take the piss out of everything anyone else says, you'd actually be of some bloody use. Michael stalks off, disgusted to try to help Twitch with the car, considering that Free-fall had to ruin any chance of scaring the girl into honesty. Twitch nods to Michael when he comes out of the bathroom,"How'd that go?" "F#ck it. I haven't interrogated her yet because I wanted group input and consensus. I'm not useful because I'm nice. Furthermore, I'm done being nice." With this he slammed the door of the restroom shut walked over to Kat and crouched."Let's start with the basics. How did you get in?" Pretty badly. I tried to scare the girl into being straight with us, but Free-fall undermined me, and I'm just going to leave it to him, since he is apparently the only one with the ability to do anything around here. Screw him though, let's just do what we can to get this truck running for now. Other than the metal in the radiator, did you find anything else wrong? Michael takes a look under the hood himself. Twitch shrugs,"Not that I can see. The rains starting to die down, we could probably go out and scavenge some stuff. Bob scratch and Free-fall can probably hold down the fort here for a few hours." That would be a good idea, everything out there could potentially be gone, taken by others. Let me know when you are ready to head out. Kat breathes a small bit of relief when the second guy, who was talking about a flamethrower, gets mad and storms off. She was fairly certain they wouldn't have used it, but she wasn't excited to have a flamethrower turned on her. As the door shuts, she sits up straight. The darkness had set in, the only light filtering in from the front door. She knew this was supposed to be scary, but it wasn't having the desired effect on her. Although she kept the American accent, her demeanor had changed. "Excuse me, but this clearly must be your first interrogation. Not surprising I suppose, we can't all have government jobs in the past, but you should know that you're doing it wrong. You can't just open up with efforts of intimidation. It'll have the opposite of your desired effects. You have to establish a rapport first. Introduce yourself or break the ice with jokes. I'm sure you've seen something on TV. Even if you're shooting for 'the bad' cop, you still need elements of 'the good' cop." Twitch pats the pistol in his waistband,"We need some sheet metal to seal off our security breach, too. Let's head out. Hey, Bob?"he looks around for the man, and then says,"Hold down the fort, let Free-fall know we're out scavenging when he gets out of his interrogation." He climbs into the cab, then peers up and down the street before climbing out the other side. "Good. I intend to do this wrong. Do you have any reason not to answer my question?" Freefall's features were unreadable in the darkness, but his tone was neutrally patient. "You intend to do things the wrong way?" She repeats quizzically." Oh, so you intend to fail? Well that's nice. Something you're used to I suspect, based on your current location indicating past choices." Establishing some part of limited eye contact in the dim lighting, she answers this question rather elaborately. She wondered if it would trip him up." And yes, there is sufficient reasoning to deny your inquiries using passive resistance. The level of information contained by myself does not directly correlate to the levels of knowledge you desire to possess. Additionally, the conditions for my detainment have been substandard, borderline inhospitable, and your group has repeatedly presented underlying threats that indicate a serious statistical probability of hostile intent that will reasonably end in my termination when said inquires are done. Therefore, the most logical course of action for one such as myself is to resist any and all inquiries until some sort of indication is given that such circumstances provide more promising long term benefits." Some might even say that Haven Falls paved the way for the rest of the world - a near utopia that had seen the end of world hunger and divided nations. Now all united under one people, life was simpler and nearly without worry. That is, except for the acid rain brought on by the decades of pollution. If you got caught out in it briefly, it was nothing more than a sunburn... but prolonged exposure could cause blisters and even death. "You're not going to answer my questions because it will make you useful? You mention having had government employment. It makes sense. Previously, because I suspect you were in this position before, you were dealing with people who needed something. I don't. If the difficulty of getting something from you exceeds the expected value it would give me, I'm not going to try." Freefall stood up and stretched." Since you've already shown you can outsmart me, anything you say I can't confirm does not have value." Twitch camp; Michael Cars were never really Michael's forte, but a machine was a machine... at least, in theory. The radiator was definitely far'd and would probably have to be entirely replaced - those things are supposed to hold liquid coolant, and it certainly wasn't going to do that too well with multiple holes in it. And even if he had the stuff to do repair welds on it, chances are the thing would never work quite right again. And with an engine this big, hauling around this much weight, it would need the cooling better than a lot of other vehicles. After a nonchalant wave from Bob scratch, the smuggler climbing into the cab of the truck and looked outside to see if the coast was clear. This was not the best 'neighborhood' in Acadian's, but it was one of the better ones available on Hickman's Shire - not that that was saying too much. The locals were mostly insane and depraved, people that the major gangs on the other islands didn't want or couldn't use. So you always had to be on your guard. However, for the time being, it looked like the street was empty... likely a product of the recent rains.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Kat camp; FreefallWith the door being shut, there was literallynolight in the bathroom whatsoever. Even the sliver of daylight that you would expect to be able to see beneath the door was absent from this one - likely due to an attempt to get the usual sounds and smells of such a room isolated from the lobby. The questioning continued on, but it appeared that the two people engaging on either side of the event was at a bit of a standstill. "On the contrary, I'm exercising previously mentioned passive resistance because based on the current evaluation of surrounding impressions, the value of my information very likely correlates to my individual long term statistical survival. Hopefully that properly clarifies my unique perspective on the level of cooperation I can provide at this time. With such in mind, I can assure you that my prior employment assuredly never placed my personal well-being in this very precarious position." Pausing for a moment to think, she adds"If you truly believe that the value of my information cannot be confirmed and is therefore mostly of no use to the organization you now belong to, then perhaps we can come to a mutually agreeable place of negotiation. If you engage in bringing me out of this inhospitable and dingy room of darkness, I would be inclined to participate more freely in the free sharing of valuable information. As such, I could show you the entrance I used, and you could confirm such information for yourself. You would remain in control of this suggested situation because you still possess the firearm you took from me, and could easily utilize such if I were to attempt resistance of a more physical type." Michael takes a quick glance around, to get the lay of the land. He tries to determine if any of the buildings nearby are shops of some kind or the types of places likely to hold the kind of thing they need to fix the car. Free-fall unattached the cuffs from the toilet and reattached them with Kat's hands behind her back." Lead on." Kat's surprise is thankfully hidden by the darkness. She hadn't expected the man to do something... reasonable. Still, as soon as she was no longer handcuffed to the toilet she felt a great deal of temptation to attack him. She fought off that urge however, for various reasons. With a sigh, she allowed herself to be handcuffed behind her back. It wasn't anything she couldn't slip out of after all. And it clearly made him feel more secure." Well you're going to have to do a little leading, because I can't open the door with my hands behind my back..." "To the contrary, I suggest you step to the side, so the door doesn't hit you." Freefall kept hold of Kat's cuffs and opened to door from behind her. Twitch camp; Michael The rain had slowed down tremendously, but it was still sprinkling enough to be somewhat concerning. But looking around to see what kind of places were nearby - Michael saw a RadioShack, a Pet Store, an Antiques Boutique, several fast food joints, an Intimate Apparel and Novelties Shoppe, and a Tile Outlet. However, he also recalls that only a few blocks away that there was both a hardware store and a school. A bus could have the size and kind of radiator that might fit in a truck like this...][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Kat camp; Free-fall felt good to be completely vertical again... the muscles in your legs had cramped a little early this morning. And now the two of you left the dark and somewhat claustrophobic ladies' room and out into the lobby of the bank, with its black and blue marbled floor. Twitch had told Free-fall that it looked as though she had made her way inside through the basement, which was immediately to your left., beside the large glass elevator. Of course, Kat already knew where she was going, since it was in fact the way that she had come in. Michael addresses Twitch We should grab the canvas, it can help protect us from the rain if we don't want to wait for ti to cease entirely. I'd like to hit that RadioShack first, then head to the hardware store. "Works for me,"Twitch responds, Worst case scenario we can use it to carry whatever we get. Looking around, Kat makes a quick mental note. The two others seemed to have disappeared to somewhere. Hmm, neither one seemed at all effected by me playing the weak female. And then they had that spat earlier, and now one has possibly gone for a walk. Maybe that was a lover's quarrel earlier... Since her escort had yet to name himself, she kept the talking to a minimum for the moment. With a minor amount of pointing using her neck, she began leading him to the basement. Michael holds the canvas over himself, you want to grab the other end Twitch? If we head out while it is still sprinkling, we might not have as much trouble from other inmates. Free-fall followed Kat down, keeping a hand on the uplinks. Twitch camp; Michael The two of you climb out of the truck and down the front steps of the bank, still beneath the safety of the covered entrance. Then, holding the canvas overhead, you hustle out onto the street, making your way towards the RadioShack. A voice from somewhere nearly a block over made a whooping noise - almost like that of a chimpanzee - and then you heard laughter. Luckily, it still seemed far enough away to not be any kind of immediate threat.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Kat camp; FreefallYou enter the concrete stairwell, propping open the door in order to allow enough light in that you could at least see in here. You both make your way down the stairs, doubling back on yourselves halfway down, and come to another steel door. It opens with little effort, and you are faced with the pitch-black space beyond. "Well... There you go. There's a sewer entrance in here." Kat says, not moving while standing uncomfortably at the doorway. Michael hustles along, rushing Twitch to get to the building quickly. Twitch grips the pistol and grits his teeth, hustling along with Michael to the RadioShack. Twitch camp; Michael The two of you cross the street and duck under the awning of the store's front door. Peering in through the grimy glass portal, you can barely see inside, but it looks as though the shelves are still full of the kinds of things you would expect from an electronics store. Surprisingly, the glass seems to still be intact... as does the lock that prohibited you from entering. You thought about simply busting it out when a noise from inside halted you in your tracks. After a moment, you saw movement through the hazy barrier, and realized that it was coming from a handful of four-legged creatures that were rummaging through the trash and debris that littered the back of the store's sales floor. Judging from their size, shape, and general mannerisms, your guess would be dogs - possibly as many as four of them.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Kat camp; FreefallYou both realize that it's going to be difficult to proceed into the basement with the complete lack of light. Suddenly, Bob scratch appears at the top of the stairwell and calls down." Hey, I figured that you guys might need a light." He makes his way down to where you are waiting and smiles wildly before producing the cigarette lighter that he had taken from the group's stockpile of goods. He flicks the striking wheel and causes a small flame to appear, dancing upon the top of the green plastic device. Furthermore, he makes a face of strange satisfaction and then indicates the open doorway with the light in his outstretched hand." Ladies first." Twitch motions for Michael to fall back so they can talk,"If the glass isn't broken, and they're in there, it's likely that there's a back door that's open. If we make a distraction out back, we could lure them away, then sneak inside and shut the door behind us. Because dude, I sure as h*** don't want to get bit by any dog that's living in this s***hole,"he whispers. Michael whispers back, I totally agree, we have no idea what sorts of diseases they might be carrying. Let's scope out the back before we decide what to do. Originally Posted by Organ Michael whispers back, I totally agree, we have no idea what sorts of diseases they might be carrying. Let's scope out the back before we decide what to do. Twitch nods,"Rad." Kat shakes her head." Not like this. Complete darkness, bad lighting, and my hands cuffed my hands. That's a good way to break your neck. Either let me put my hands in the front and give me the light, or someone else can go first." "Alright." Freefall started forward. Twitch camp; Michael The two of you stealthily slink around to the back of the RadioShack, carefully avoiding the trash and whatnot of the alley between it and the building beside it - an old Starbucks that had apparently closed sometime just before the evacuation. That hadn't stopped some "artist" here in Acadian's Keep from painting nipples onto the mermaid's breasts... and a beard on her chin. When you arrive around the back of the store, you indeed find a steel security door of a sun-faded green, standing completely open. You can definitely hear the dogs inside rooting around, one of them even giving a nipping growl at another - likely over some perceived morsel. You sit on the corner, starting to ponder your next move when suddenly you hear the unmistakableTHUMP THUMP THUUUUMMMPof a bass beat playing on a car stereo system. It seems to be coming from the street that you had just crossed to get to the RadioShack. And it is definitely accompanied by the sound of an engine.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Kat camp; FreefallFreefall moves into the darkness, followed by Kat, and finally by Bob scratch - his lighter held up above his head and poorly illuminating the area immediately around the three of you. Kat gives a few directions as to where she had come in, and your little band slowly makes its way deeper into the basement. Suddenly you hear the building shaking with a deepTHUMP THUMP THUUUUMMMPnoise. You hear some of the already broken glass of the front windows shake loose and fall to the ground, shattering. After a few seconds of confusion, you realize that it must be the bass beat of a car stereo system. It seems to be coming from the street outside the bank, although it is impossible to tell how near it may be. "We should do this another time." Freefall turned around." That sounds work checking out." Michael looks around the alley, those in the back of a store usually have a dumpster, if he sees one he dives into it. Kat shrugs in the poor light. She had a few guesses as to the sound, but wasn't going to argue getting out of the darkness." Sure. It's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon, right?" She says sarcastically before turning around. Twitch pulls the pistol from his pants, and attempts to hide behind a trash can or inside the dumpster with Michael. Twitch camp; Michael Michael locates exactly what he was looking for and jumps inside the dumpster. It was nasty and rancid, but it was a small price to pay for the relative safety and protection that it potentially was going to provide you. Twitch, not willing to wait on Michael to clamor up and over, satisfies himself with ducking around behind the metal box. Suddenly, and seemingly from the same source as the other noises that you were hearing, the sound of automatic gunfire could be heard... as well as the kind of yelling the usually accompanies a group of foolhardy men about to do something both dangerous and stupid.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Kat camp; FreefallThe three of you, come back up the stairs, Bob scratch stuffing the lighter into his pants' pocket for the time being. No sooner had you returned upstairs, then you heard, seemingly from the same source as the other noises, the sound of automatic gunfire... as well as the kind of yelling the usually accompanies a group of foolhardy men about to do something both dangerous and stupid. You now also heard the revving of an engine and the squealing of rubber tires. Bob scratch runs to the front of the lobby and chances a look outside." It's a van coming down the street... with some @ssh*l# firing a gun out of the passenger-side window. Holy sh’t! They're heading this way." He says as he ducks out of the way behind one of the marble pillars. Free-fall tossed Kat the key." Can't stop you running, and I'd like to keep the handcuffs." He then walked over to the office chair." I can't believe I'm probably going to use this." Michael whispers to Twitch, Let's not get involved, eh. I've got a machete, and you've got a pistol, if our erstwhile companions are to survive, they will have to figure it out on their own. Twitch nods, then whispers,"I ain't got enough bullets or enough balls to be messing with some punks with automatic weapons." Her hands still behind her back, the keys hit her chest and drop to the ground." Um... Alright"She says, somewhat surprised. Standing over them, she squats down and gropes the ground until she finds the keys. Standing up, she effortlessly unlocks the handcuffs without needing to look. Almost like she's done it before. Leaving the keys in the cuffs, she tosses them on a flat surface." So... your friend who has my gun doesn't seem to be here. How inconvenient. Since this seems to be a mutual threat for everyone, I don't suppose you'd trust me with a spare weapon?" Mentally she worried how the exchange would go. The way she got in wouldn't be safe to use as an escape with all the rain water that would be in the sewers right now. But if it came to being captured by the gang, or taking the sewers, she would choose the latter. Twitch camp; Michael Michael, who is inside the dumpster, can see nothing but the cloud-heavy skies above. But he can hear everything that is happening. Twitch, however, is peering between the dumpster and the wall it was sitting against, and sees a white van (the source of the commotion) come to a skidding halt in the street just outside the alleyway where the two of you were now hidden. You can see and animated conversation taking place within the vehicle and hear yelling in Spanish over the volume of the music. The passenger, who is sitting on the window sill of the van, is leaning down into the interior and pointing back behind them - in the direction of the bank. The man is holding some kind of submachine gun - smallish and black.][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Kat camp; FreefallWith the three of you now back upstairs, you all see a white van fly by outside, the music following it from right to left. You may have even held you breath as it did so. And just about the time that you began to relax and released said breath, you heard screeching tires as the van sounded like it came to a complete stop. Bobscratch looked back at the two of you and the smile faded from his face as the realization hit him, "They're coming back! Oh, God... they're coming back!" Outside, you can hear yelling in Spanish as someone tried to communicate over the sound of the music. Twitch stares at the van, then grimaces and takes out the pistol." Hey Mikey? Keep your head down." He presses a foot against the wall and shoves the dumpster forwards, keeping his head lowered, then (assuming it moves) runs along behind it, pushing it as fast as he can towards the van. Spoiler: If the two Hispanic guys notice him before he is able to hit their van with a battering ram Hide He'll fire a shot at them. Spoiler: If not Hide As the dumpster impacts, Twitch shouts a taunt, "Hey, mother***ERS! Tabla singles?" Free-fall pointed Kat to the team's strategic pipe reserve and crouched with the flamethrower in front of the desk][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ACID REIGN: ACADIAN'S KEEP][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][Adrian You cautiously crossed the church grounds, not seeing any heads that looked like Konstantin. Staying low, you neared the church proper, a large double set of wooden doors that faced the parking lot where only a small handful of cars sat - most looking as though they had not moved in some time. You hear the sound of tires screeching to a halt from the area of whatever was going on off to your right. And then the doors to the church open, causing you to take refuge against the side of the brick building and hope like hell that none of them saw you. You heard a voice say, authoritatively, "Go find out what is going on over there. See if you can't find us anymore that are willing to take the sacrament." Not wanting to give yourself up, you stay put... as two men leave the front doors and make their way towards one of the cars in the parking lot. One of them is carrying an M16 and the other is carrying a hunting rifle. The one who sent them shuts the heavy-sounding doors, and you hear a lock slide home without ever having seen his face. Those guys are going to start a fight with the others. Hands are tied... Like hell, they are. With a quick aim, Wolf points the AK-47 at the man with the M-16. He had been trained to take out bigger threats first. With a burst of careful shots, he aimed to take the man down before he knew what hit him. Spoiler: Attacks Hide They should be flatfooted versus me, and with no cover. So I'm hoping this takes him out. Attack1 - (1d20+5)[20] Damage - (3d4)[1][4][4](9) Attack2 - (1d20+3)[19] Damage - (3d4)[4][2][4](10) Attack3 - (1d20+1)[13] Damage - (3d4)[4][1][2](7) Then, knowing that he would quickly become a target, Wolf moved back around the corner to take cover from the soon-to-be attacks. Spoiler Hide If I only have a standard action (because this is a surprise round), then he shall drop too prone to grant himself an AC bonus. Adrian's AK-47 bursts to life, shattering the relatively quiet surrounding the church grounds and echoing the sounds that he was hearing in the distance. The man with the bleached hair and the M16 didn't even have time to react as three bullets tore through his torso and ended his life. His body performed a morbid sort of convulsing dance with each impact of lead and his limbs flailed about. He dropped the gun to the concrete beside him and fell onto the hood of the awaiting sedan before collapsing to the ground entirely - leaving a bright red smear on the silver car. His friend, taken completely by surprise began to look around for the source of the attack, beginning to reach for the rifle slung over his shoulder. The soldier known to many as only "Wolf" then dropped into the bushes at the corner of the church, trying to present as little of a target as he could manage. Already from within the church, noises of shouted confusion could be heard. Orders were being given. Well that was a good idea. Looks like I'm about to have company. Standing up from the ground, Wolf ended any obstructions between the two men. Once more he looked down the barrel of the assault rifle and cleared his mind. There would be no hesitation with this confused man. Pulling the trigger, he let the bullets fly once more. Spoiler: Attacks Hide Attack1 - (1d20+5)[25] Damage - (3d4)[5] Attack1 - (1d20+3)[20] Damage - (3d4)[8] Attack1 - (1d20+1)[9] (With the increase, this becomes a 13). Damage - (3d4)[5] Spoiler Hide Finally going to spend some action hero points. I'm going to spend an action hero point to auto-confirm that critical. And then I'll spend another to increase the last attack. I will roll in IOC. Finally, if that doesn't kill him or someone comes out those doors again, I'll fall prone once more trying to stay hidden. Seeing that the second man was slow to react, you pop back up and put three more rounds into the new target. The first one passes through the man's neck, sending a fount of red to spray from the wound. But before he can even reel from the pain, two more bullets pierce his torso - one through his lung and the last through his heart. The man emits a gurgling noise as his knees buckle beneath him, and he hits the asphalt. The yelling within continues, and you can hear people moving about frantically. Wolf recalled for a moment many of his training lessons. The one that continued to ring true was 'The best way to win a fire fight is to take your enemy out before they know what's happening'. As such, he was rather proud of his quick take down. But now he had to act fast, because fighting everyone in that church was a bad idea and unrealistic. At least by himself." We have your building surrounded. If you want your men to live, send out the man you found this morning." He yelled. Misinformation. I've to love it. I would be seriously surprised if they had what it would take to capture him. Without waiting for any kind of response, he sprinted across the yard. He moved like the devil himself was on his heels. They had almost made it to the vehicle, so it's a good bet the keys were in his hands. Moving to the downed enemy on the side of the driver side, he quickly looks for the car keys. Once he has them, if they hadn't responded, yet he would take the M-16 too. Men like this shouldn't have such powerful toys. Then he made his way into the car, started the engine, and floored it the heck out of the church parking lot. You easily find the car keys lying next to the second man you dropped and scoop them up along with the M-16. Within seconds, you are in the car and cranking up the ignition. As the engine roars to life, you look up in time to see the front doors of the church fly open and emit four more armed men. They take in the scene and then their eyes come to rest on your reversing vehicle. They level their guns from the relative safety of the foyer and open fire. You can hear think TINK Tinker their bullets piercing the metal body of the car as you duck down behind the dash and floor it. Several more shots shatter a series of holes through the windshield as you slam the brakes and switch the gearshift into drive. You then cut the wheel and accelerate like a bat out of hell. The bullets now tear into the backside of the vehicle and take out the back window as you peel out and head for the driveway out of this parking lot. Once you were far enough away, you sat back up fully in the driver's seat and took full command of the car as it barreled down the adjoining street. Dishearteningly, he watched as the four shooters emerged from the church doorway." Your bluff seems to have failed..." Adrian muttered to no one but himself. Keeping his head low, he roared the car into reverse as the bullets began to fly at him. This was not his first time driving without looking because he was taking fire, and he somehow managed to keep a cool head. He guessed the length of the driveway that he saw, and floored the engine. Then, when he thought he had reached the right point, he spun the car 90 degrees and shifted it into drive. Once more he drove more on memory than sight, trying to keep a strong memory of what was ahead. Finally, when the bullets had stopped he raised his head up and breathed a sigh of relief. Now to continue after that slimy bastard... No, the others are in trouble. I said I'd come if I heard gunfire and I did. At least now I have a vehicle to catch up with him faster. For what that's worth. Reluctantly, Adrian turned the vehicle towards the sound of trouble and sped off in that direction. You keep driving, trying to listen and figure out where the gunfire is coming from. Several of the streets are so choked with vehicles and/or junk that they are impassable. Several times, you turn down a street only to find your path blocked to the point that you have to turn around in favor of another route. Now you could see why Paul and Eddie used the ATVs to get around. And the spider-webbed windshield is proving to make matters worse, preventing you from seeing some obstructions until you were nearly on top of them. However, you could tell that you were getting closer... now you could hear the echo of voice yelling mixed in amid the sporadic shooting. Long ago, before this place had become a deserted wasteland of scumbags, it had been a fairly urban area. A school zone, no doubt the speed limit had been somewhere around 25. Now Adrian found himself doing nearly double that. He had killed two men, and been shot at by four other men. The Adrenaline was pumping, and it was taking everything to keep what he called 'the Wolf' in check. His instincts wanted to fight, but he had forced a flight in order to pick another fight. One he believed was putting his new comrades in danger... But it felt like he had been driving for weeks. Repeatedly he started to go down a street, only to quickly find it blocked off. He needed a motorcycle! Unfortunately the nearest Harley dealership wasn't coming up on his nonexistent GPS. Finally, he stopped and smashed a bigger hole in the windshield with the but of his rifle before continuing once more. The tiny hole of smashed glass had been driving him nuts. You should have continued after that treacherous rat! Too late for that! I've got to be close now! It's never too late...Finally, he turned down an alley and came out on a street. One that looked unblocked for a way. And he could see another van in the far distance... and a dumpster. With a bloodthirsty smirk on his face, he held the steering wheel with his left and floored the gas. The AK stayed comfortably in his right, pointed forward almost like a charging bow of a ship. The speedometer jumped to life as he roared towards the trouble ahead.

Acid Reign_ Prison Island of Cadian's Keep {Secondary IC}|rating:4.0

__ And Harvest All the Bodies of the Dead (maxxy x Diespitris)

The lifeless continents are lined beneath the carcasses ♪ ♫ ♪ {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} (a heartwarming and enlightening romp starring Laplace+Maxwell and Daiquiris)​ "... but I forgot that no human eyes can look on such a sight with impunity. And I forgot, as I have just said, that when the house of life is thus thrown open, there may enter that for which we have no name, and human flesh may become the veil of a horror one dare not express." - Arthur Aachen, The Great God Pan "Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow." - Mary Shelley, Frankenstein "I've made a huge mistake." - GOB Blush, Arrested Development // Y 2368 - Beyond Rim // Far side of Anna, second moon of the gas giant Nikhil // Kessler camp; Forge Mining and Ore Refinery Installation // In Association with Keratome Applied Sciences and Inner Systems Alliance Research and Development A blink, and then another. Eyelids fluttering, shrugging free the yoke of sleep. Some people considered that the hardest part, fighting the urge to simply slip back into the velvet shroud of unconsciousness. Another flit, lids heavy with the weight of the world and why not just close them and retreat from the world for another quarter of an hour? Perchance to dream, but likely not. Things out here fucked with your circadian rhythm, and the drugs rarely helped, and dreams were as much a luxury as a good meal. Max threw the thin sheet back and swung bare legs out over the edge of his cushion. It couldn't be called a bed, exactly, and was hardly worth the descriptor of cot. But he could fold down the back for an extra layer of comfort and throw it back up when he wanted a couch and that was fine, considering he couldn't remember using it for anything beyond sleep. The rest of the room was a similar exercise in practicality: cramped, spartan quarters about as wide as he was tall with a few inches of clearance and maybe twice as long. A desk set into the opposite end was flanked by two cabinets, was topped with a flat monitor and a floppy keyboard, some folders and electronic files and a dish empty save for a day-old hunk of what passed for bread and some kind of thick paste - high on calories, low on taste. At the back wall, a thin, long window stretched across the distance from one corner to the other. Outside, a bright yellow sun winked playfully against a vibrant blue sky, clouds like cotton balls stretched thin sailed leisurely as barges and tranquil crystalline waters gently rolled beneath. Yet inside, that pale-gold light cast none of its rays and the remained illuminated only by the fluorescent tubes lining the ceiling like ribs. With a yawn, Max jabbed a button near the window and watched as virtual slats twisted and revealed instead the blasted Anna landscape waiting just without. Part of him preferred it. The Earth screen wasn't terrible, but it was so obviously false that it wasn't too uncommon to hear of breakdowns among the weaker minds pulling duty on the station. It's hard to imagine yourself watching an ocean swell breaking on a beach of white sand just below your window when you had to step outside an hour later, bundled in a spacewalk suit to repair a structural wall, dinged by some debris. But Anna wasn't so bad, as far as moons go. A distant blue sun burned a hole in the black like the end of a cigarette - or maybe an eye, constant and vigilant - and the surface was pocked with craters and here and there spotted with hills that bulged outward, as if something beneath were trying to break through. But it is hard it's charm. Space could be a strange place. Looking close, focusing on the glass he could nearly see himself in the reflection. Max never considered himself much of a vain man, necessarily, but it would hardly do to let himself fall apart. Lean, almost rangy and built much in the manner of an ISA marine - musculature stark and defined beneath the taut flesh. What was it they said? You are knives with which we cut our enemies, sharp and hard as it's edge. He wasn't quite so tan as he remembered, though he was only so pale as the next guy, hidden as they were from nature for months at a time with nothing but artificial sunlight to keep your complexion from going translucent. He scratched a cheek, the barest crop of scruff starting to show. Hell, he wasn't so bad at all, was he? Even with the broken, hawk-like nose and the scar that marred the bridge of it, he would suggest with some modesty that he was fair handsome. Not that it mattered when the only girl he touched these days was a pulse rifle. The speaker set into the wall above his desk suddenly buzzed and whistled a little ditty, breaking his reverie. ATTENTION ALL AVAILABLE MILITARY PERSONNEL. PLEASE REPORT TO SECTORS G-62 THROUGH T-29 BY 0430 HOURS. ATTENTION ALL AVAILABLE MILITARY PERSONNEL ... The labs. Probably a new set of techs or scientists from Well's station, or a resupply from the ISA cruiser Tiamat hovering above the twisting complex like a Harper; their constant guardian, despite being them all being too far away for pirates or activists to cause any sort of trouble. The worst they got were deep-salvage teams who blundered too closely and go blasted into dust for their trouble. Struck him as more than a little discourteous, but Max was a military man. He just pulled the trigger, and didn't much ask why. Grabbing the hunk of bread from his plate and dragging it through the paste, Max stuffed it into his mouth and poured himself with measured pace into his BDU; strapped himself into the knee-high boots, always a little snug against his left pinky toe; fastened the belt that kept the solid gray-brown pants around his waist; pulled at the scratchy long-sleeve Henry, placket unbuttoned. Like everyone else, he'd have to hit the armory and requisition his combat armor and rifle, but for now the boxy pistol hugged his hip, firm in the holster attached to his belt. By 0410 Corporal Max Dietrich - or CPL DIETRICH, as the fancy shield-badge and name patch set in the ceramic armor relayed - was hoofing it through Sector N on his way further down to the laboratories. Everyone seemed in a rush, some fire licking at their heels and keeping them in motion. No one seemed to really know what was going on. As he jogged, the M4A-77 bouncing a little, snug beneath his arm he passed a trio of technicians, hosing down a stretch of wall as dirty water cascaded down through the grates at their feet. Stepping over the lip of the gaping blast door, the lights seemed brighter and the walls whiter, and he knew even without checking the bright blue writing across the wall that he'd reached the Outer Labs, Sector T-15. In the distance, he spotted the huddled masses of his squad, half-circled around their sergeant and waiting for the last few stragglers. For the first time, it struck him that something interesting was going on. Interesting in the same way a severed head could still blink, or blush when you slapped its cheek. He didn't really know what it was, and he didn't really like it. // Keratome Laboratories // North Sector, Overseer Offices // Dr. Tabitha Abroad, Overseer [WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED SYSTEM USER] It all began with the digging. That was where it all began. Something was wrong. She didn't know the specifics, but it was there—prodding the back of her mind like a troublesome adolescent with a sharp stick. Alexandra Victorious was one of the many scientific brains behind BATHSHEBA, an extensive (not to mention expensive on the Inner Systems Alliance's part) research project into any and all history that Anna possessed. Despite her craters surface, the planet was riddled with the most peculiar geological formations: obelisks of black crystal and unnervingly-twisted landscapes. While each planet was different in its own way, no other planet in the galaxy possessed such... unique features. She had no idea who the brilliant mind was behind the extensive digging, but if she found him in the midst of the upcoming chaos (and she knew it would come) she would smear his fucking brains on the walls. In addition to her current duties, she had silently made it her mission to put an end to the mining operation. Not only did it interfere with their project, but tearing into Anna's fragile core would imminently destroy her.“There's nothing we can do,” her comrades had told her over and over again. “It's not BATHSHEBA.” Fuck them. Fuck all of them. They refused to open their eyes. They didn't lose a week's worth of sleep. Furthermore, they didn't see the horrific omens of things to come. Alexandra's lithe fingers elegantly danced across the keyboard in a typing frenzy. Data, both old and new, reflected off her round spectacles. As she sat there in the dark, she absorbed what information she could, for she had locked herself within the Overseer Offices. It was a traitorous and desperate move, but Dr. Abroad was so much farther up the chain; she possessed information that she had failed to share with her 'peons.' Even now, the older woman was banging on the reinforced steel door like a madwoman. “God damn it, Victorious!” she screamed. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” For only a moment, Alex paused, and she gazed at the surveillance monitor to her left. Oh, Dr. Abroad was pissed. Her face was so red, she thought that the woman's head would explode from sheer rage. She chuckled. Wiggling her index finger, she activated the intercom. “Tabitha, Tabitha, Tabitha,” she hummed. “You might want to breathe at some point.” Dr. Abroad glared into the camera. “I don't know what you're up to, Victorious, but I've already summoned security to deal with you!” she hissed, slamming her fist against the door. “You're nothing but a damn terrorist in their eyes!” The scientist frowned, though her superior's threats were ultimately ignored, even as a few of her comrades rushed into the room to see what all the commotion was. “I'm the terrorist, Tabitha?” she inquired softly. “What about you? Oh, my, look at what I found! All your dirty little secrets, Tabitha. It's not nice to keep secrets from your coworkers, you know.” All quips aside, her findings were actually quite alarming. Not only was Dr. Abroad the Overseer of BATHSHEBA, but she was also overlooking Keratome's mining project. That was another thing she had failed to mention. A hearty laugh escaped her throat. “And what's this? You're moonlighting for Keratome? You're just rolling in the money, aren't you?” she snapped. “Of course, this doesn't surprise me Tabitha. I've always had a feeling that you would fuck all of us for a little extra cash in your pocket.” They had found something down there—in Anna's darkest depths. Ever since the digging began, everyone on the laboratories had been examining every sample that was pushed onto their crowded tables: rocks, minerals, ores, etc. All boring. All completely harmless. But, as Alexandra continued to browse Dr. Abroad's extensive files, she discovered more secrets. Apparently, some form of alien material had been brought into the West Sector, the wing where organic lifeforms were brought in for study. Funny. For as long as she had been on Anna, the West Wing was supposedly shut down to conserve energy on a supposedly lifeless planet. Needless to say, Dr. Abroad wasn't too pleased. “Those are restricted files, damn it!” she yelled, despite the strange and concerned looks she received from the surrounding scientists. “I'll make sure they throw you in prison for this!” Again, she was ignored, for the more Alex read the more she began to realize just how far down the metaphorical rabbit hole they were about to tumble. She wasn't crazy and, soon, everyone would discover that she had been right all along. But, even now, she felt the tremors of change beneath her feet... // Keratome Laboratories // North Sector, Administration and Human Resources ATTENTION ALL NON-ESSENTIAL AND CIVILIAN PERSONNEL UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE PLEASE REMAIN WITHIN YOUR DESIGNATED WORK STATIONS. FOR YOUR SAFETY BLAST DOORS AND SAFETY SHUTTERS WILL BE SEALED SECTOR-WIDE. ANY AND ALL NON-ESSENTIAL OR CIVILIAN PERSONNEL FINDING THEMSELVES LOCKED OUT OF THEIR WORKSTATIONS SHOULD LOCATE THEIR NEAREST SECURITY OFFICER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. So much for a routine supply drop. The word "terrorist" was being thrown around an awful lot, which served to make a lot of the younger ISA grunts a bit nervous and security teams from both Keratome and Kessler camp; Forge seemed deeply uncomfortable. Maybe they knew something he didn't? Maybe this was some station wide-concerted effort, some coup d'état, some mass rebellion and those shifty sec-team boys were waiting for the moment to strike? Maybe they were afraid they'd be lined up and shot for their failure to somehow contain some breach - a breach no one seemed to know about - then dumped in the incinerator, a letter sent home to mommy or wifey letting them know about their tragic accident during a training drill? Or maybe it just blew their mind that something was actually happening for once. Hell, Max could only remember one other time in the installation's entire existence that something like this went down. It was before he'd even arrived on-site; his sergeant had clued him in on all the details. A few months into operation and some scientists from the top went batshit nuts, raided the armory and holed up in West Sector, even found a way to lock down the security shutters from Zones N through Y. Spouting nonsense, the records of which were unsurprisingly sealed. But people always got a little crazy this far out in space, locked up staring at rocks all day under intense white lighting, wandering dim and grimy corridors, staring out onto some blasted rock. Far from their own sun. Shit did things to your mind. He didn't blame them. No more than he blamed this new nutcase, if that's what she was. That's all they'd told them: a female scientist, A. Victorious, squirreled herself away in the Overseer's officers intending to... fuck, do something. They never really gave more info than they needed: the facility commander passed the order down to the security captains, who relayed it to their lieutenants, who kicked it down to the sergeants and then Cpl. Dietrich did the same for the grunts working under him. All they needed to know was where to shoot. Pvt's. Sanders and Jenkins flanked both sides of the reinforced blast door that opened the way into Administration, at the rear of which was Oversee Abroad's office, nestled at the crest of the bosom of Human Resources. Max couldn't imagine a job in this entire installation that could net such a fat paycheck for so little work... and Max spent most of his time on patrol imagining where exactly he'd need to shoot a passing technician in his head to cause the biggest burst of brain matter. Or if that pretty tech shaved her mound, or liked to let it grow a little wild. He wondered if they'd get a chance to do some real damage, but chances are some prick would get a new desk anyway, and it would come from Cpl. Max Dietrich's next few pay stubs. "Open in three," Sanders announced, he and Jenkins both readying their rifles. "Visors down, weapons hot," Max ordered on two. The synchronized click of a dozen or so M4A-77's going live on one. With an electronic buzz and a whoosh, the door split in two and disappeared into the lips both above and below on zero. "Get that door open in thirty," Sgt. Groves barked, bringing up the rear and Max lead half-a-dozen marines towards the far steel door. "And get the fucking Overseer out of here, please!" The rest of his squad covered the back or took up positions throughout the complex. A handful of coworkers had crowded around the door, watching the proceedings, such as they were. Dr. Abroad, little fists pounding the door to her office, screaming at someone through the intercom. The others just stood around, rubbernecking, too transfixed to even whisper among themselves. Max jogged ahead of his six grunts and waved his arms. "Get clear of the door and find some cover," he'd called out, and the sight of heavily armed ISA marines - not the regular security detail from either of the companies - made them suddenly less interested in what was going on behind the door. It was clear at a glance that these people had nothing to do with what was going on. Was it really a single nut job locked up in this office? Overseer Abroad whirled, indignant and red-faced with rage. She pointed a finger, preparing to launch into some furious diatribe before Pvt. Davis took her firmly by the arms and dragged her away from the train of soldiers making for the door. "You've got eighteen," Sgt. Groves spat, surveying the room while Sanders and Jenkins set to work on the blast door. Max hurried up to the end took aim at the center of the steel portal, where the door would split. Now his blood was pumping, the thrill of an actual hunt running fire through his veins. "Almost there," Jenkins updated, tearing at wires while sparks flew from the welder in the hands of Pvt. Sanders. "Just gotta punch in the override. Door pops in ten!" A click. No, not quite a click. Or, a click in the sense that the timer on planet-cracker might click over to zero before pulverizing the iron core of some world into dust. Everyone stopped what they were doing, eyes everywhere. Yeah, a click. A click like the shifting of tectonic plates, a drop like a patch of earth dropping into a crack in the rock. All sounds seemed to die, and it struck Max suddenly just how loud everything in the station had always been. The gentle whir of climate control and air conditioning went dead. The constant churning of phlegmatic machinery sputtered once or twice and rattled into mute. There was an incessant buzzing from the fluorescent lighting system that he'd never noticed, but now that it was gone and replaced with an eerie, true silence he missed it more than he'd missed anything. Except the lights themselves, of course: they'd gone first, blinked out with little fanfare and left them lurking in the shadows like lost children, frightened and alone, drifting aimlessly through space. "What the fuck?" Sounded like Frost, but it was hard to tell. Another snap, and the emergency lights blinked. Once, twice, three times, profoundly red and now vibrantly intense. Max scanned the room, seeing nothing but red. Coated in blood. Silence and blood. Max could barely hear a breath. A moment later, he realized he'd been holding it: he let it out in a slow, measured flow, nostrils flared. Sanders made as if to speak, and Max held up his hand. A screech pierced the silence, the sound of a tortured feline. The intercom, returning to life. ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL. THIS INSTALLATION HAS SUFFERED A CATASTROPHIC POWER FAILURE. BE ASSURED THAT EMERGENCY GENERATORS ARE NOW ONLINE. OPERATIONS WILL BE BROUGHT ONLINE IN SEQUENCE BEGINNING WITH VITAL SYSTEMS ACCORDING TO STANDARD OPERATING PROCEDURE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. There seemed to be a rush of fresh air from somewhere: atmospheric and oxygen control. That was a blessing, but these days there wasn't a station built that couldn't run breathers on an entirely independent power grid. If everything else fails, at least people could keep their lungs going. A beat, and then another, and with a deafening squeal every blast door and safety shutter in the sector tore themselves open as one. "Shit." The first word, and a fine choice at that. Sgt. Groves jabbed at the now gaping door to the Overseer's office. "Get in there and secure the terrorist!" Max was nothing if not a good soldier: he turned on a heel and made for their objective, crossing the threshold with Jenkins and Sanders at his back... and stopped short. ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL. THIS INSTALLATION COMES SUFFERED A CATASTROPHIC POWER FAILURE. HE ASSURED THAT EMERGENCY GENERATORS ARE NOW ONLINE. COMES REBREATHING SYSTEMS ARE NOW OPERATIONAL. OPERATIONS WILL BE BROUGHT ONLINE IN SEQUENCE HE COMES VITAL SYSTEMS ACCORDING TO STANDARD OPERATING PROCEDURE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. Some look passed between Max and Sanders, but neither of them voiced their entirely insane and perfectly imagined concern. The stress, that's all. This is fucked up, you're hearing shit. A flash of white, then, and the lights flickered pathetically. Struggling to burn again, desperate not to let themselves extinguish. They remained that way, half-way between life and death. What the fuck could have caused such a colossal fuck-up? Was this the terrorist's plan all along? Total facility-wide shutdown? Max craned his neck, shooting a glance towards Jenkins. "Does the Overseer's computer system have the capability to... Jenkins, what the fuck?!" If it was Jenkins, it was hard to tell. Max took an uncertain step back, nearly bumped into Sanders who stood staring, struck dumb. Jenkins was smiling, smiling wider than anyone thought possible. At first, it looked as if he were only so red due to the emergency lights, still burning in the rhythmic flashes of the fluorescent. But that would've been a blessing. The standard issue combat knife dangled loose in the private's grip, blade smeared with something that looked almost black. His head tilted to one side, and his tongue flopped from his mouth through the ragged slit in his cheek. "Oh Christ, Jesus, he cut his fuckin' mouth open..." Sanders was already stumbling backwards, put himself against a wall. Jenkins smiled so wide he nearly swallowed his fucking ears. "HE COMES." the words clear as sunshine despite the pink muscle slapping against his jawline, dangling from his cheek. Jenkins pressed the tip of the knife into the soft flesh beneath his chin, and with a jerk buried six inches of steel upwards into his head. Max didn't hear who screamed. Alexandra pushed her circular glasses further up her nose as she listened to the security team fumble with the door. She didn't fear them—didn't fear getting caught. She had the brains and the means to escape, but she didn't have the brawn to fight off a whole squad of men (who, more than likely, received their muscles from the mythical Steroid Fairy). Standing at only 5'4, she wasn't ashamed to admit that she was one of the shortest people on Anna. Oh, how she hated being compared to her coworkers; they were either really tall, tall, or just taller than her by an inch or two. Perhaps she merely possessed a Napoleon complex, but she despised the way they looked down on her. As she observed her companions and the security officers through the various cameras that were strewn about the room, however, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of superiority. On and off and off and on did the crimson lights flicker. Sometime during the spreading panic, one of the privates dug a blade into his own head. The resulting blood spatter struck the camera—coating the lens in a thick glob of blood. Someone screamed. Yet, she didn't bat an eyelash. Instead, she cleared her throat and she leaned over the microphone. “Attention, my esteemed colleagues,” she chuckled. “We have made a right turn onto 'Undeniably Fucked Lane.' Please proceed to fasten your mental seatbelts and grab whatever weapons you can find. There are restrooms down the hall and to the left, 'cause you'll be having the urge to piss yourselves before too long.” Alexandra stood up from the leather swivel chair, a twisted grin on her face. The monitors before her began to flicker and darken, like the lights. Images, gruesome and inconsistent, appeared out of the static; each screen possessed its own brief phantasmagoria of insanity. Of course, this only lasted for a few seconds, leaving her to wonder whether she truly saw what she thought she saw. Either way, it was official. They were all fucked. A brief and hearty laugh rose up out of her throat as she shed her white lab coat, which she threw to the cold metal floor. She had to keep herself together, but she had to act fast if she wanted to survive long enough to warn the other sectors of the large station. She discarded a few more items: her identification badge, a handful pens and pencils, and a rather colorful condom that one of the engineers had snuck into her back pocket while she was preoccupied with a geological sample. (The only reason she had kept it in the first place was because she had hoped to slip it into Dr. Abroad's lunchbox during her break. Oh, well.) Now, she had to get out without getting caught. Even though everything was going to hell, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be detained if the security team could get to her. As she looked around the room, she saw a large vent on the back wall. Perfect. "Attention, my esteemed colleagues. He, we have made a right turn onto 'Undeniably Fucked Lane'." Having been in the soldiering game for some time, Max had the pleasure of witnessing his share of bizarre shit. More than he'd ever cared to; a galaxy's worth, if you wanted to get reasonably precise about it. Your perspective on things tended to change when you watch a pal get sucked through a crack in an airlock window the size of an ISA cred stick, sluiced like two-hundred pounds of wet raw hamburger through a cheese grater, bones in a dusty pile, rattling on the floor. That was hardly the worst of it, truth told. Well, at least up until about five minutes ago when Pvt. Jenkins carved his face open at the cheeks and drove his blade up into his brain. Which maybe wasn't so bad, described quite like that. Perhaps it all depended on context. For instance, Jenkins wasn't exactly dead. Or, was live enough to have curled in on himself, holding a cupped palm beneath the bouts of blood that pulsed from beneath his chin like some weak sanguine ejaculation. The rest of his body lay inert, limbs at strange angles yet that one arm was a blur in the strobing fluorescent lights. Where his hand passed he left smears of red-black lifeblood and Max couldn't decipher the images. Outside, a chorus of screams harmonized and kept rhythm with the miserable flickering of the station lights against a backbeat of stomping feat and thumps of bodies shoving bodies and here and there was a shout above the din or the virtual feminine voice keeping them updated on the progress of the installation's systems coming back online. Someone at his back. Max wheeled and brought the rifle to bear, only for Groves to shove the barrel away from his body. "Dietrich, the fuck are you waiting for?! Secure Victorious and get back to South Sector! Now! Sanders," he called, looking off to the side and Max followed his gaze. Pvt. Sanders was gone. Max didn't even see him leave. Or whatever the fuck happened to him. Groves turned and started barking orders into his headset, much of which rang in Max's own earpiece and whirled on a boot and finally plunged headlong into the Overseer's offices. He slapped the lamp strapped to his chest, a lance of light spearing through the flashes of dark-light-dark, and he found the Abroad's desk, now curiously empty. "Victorious! This is Corporal Dietrich of the ISA Marines. We're here to take you into custody," he called out, scanning the room and taking each step with a significant amount of caution. It was hard to find his bearings with the fluorescent shaving such a hard fucking time deciding whether they wanted to stay on are not. Coupled with the steady, vivid red of the emergency lights he was seeing bloody flight shadows dancing across the far wall and knew nothing in the room could be casting them. In his earpiece, he could hear the occasional order from the sarge or a query posed by someone else in the squad - usually the same question, "what the fuck do we do now?!" - but the hollering of the frenzied civvies had reached fever pitch. Movement, far wall. Max dropped to a knee and twisted his body, shining the light. A person, no doubt: shorter, at a glance maybe a short-dick over five feet. Looked female, but everything was so Goddamned disorienting it could've been an elf for all he'd be willing to guess. Still, context clues were evidence enough. That must be his quarry. "Victorious, stand down! I don't want to shoot!" Max took a lunging step forward, crouching low... ... and a sudden wail filled his ears, resounding through the station as if bouncing from wall to wall, a hideous and mournful timbre like the pealing of a thousand Hell-forged bells, and the lights flickered once more and stayed on. ATTENTION ALL ANNA STATION PERSONNEL. PRIMARY SYSTEMS NOW ONLINE. PLEASE REPORT ANY FURTHER FAILURES TO YOUR NEAREST TECHNICIAN OR SECURITY OFFICER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. There seemed to be a collective breath, then, released at once ... and the entire facility seemed to shift, groaning as if with the most stressful metal fatigue and Max swore he felt the station lurch. It wasn’t difficult for Alexandra to pry the metallic cover from the humming vent. Although, due to her short stature she was forced to use a chair to reach it; degrading, but she was willing to endure it because she wanted nothing more than to survive. Once the cover was removed, she was pleased to see that there was more than enough wiggle room. It brought back fond memories of her high school years, when she used to pull this very trick to avoid her government classes. Politics, no, thank you. Chuckling to herself, she crawled into the vent. (If she played her cards correctly, she could make her way across the station to the Warehouse.) It was perfect timing, for as soon as her body completely vanished into the vent, she heard someone bust the door down. It was almost humorous how the ISA lackey presented himself, almost as if nothing was wrong. Despite her better judgment, she turned her body around, and she carefully poked her head out of the vent. The light reflected eerily off her spectacles. “My, my, my,” she hummed aloud. “So, Corporal Dietrich, do you really think that I’m the real threat here?” Another laugh resonated throughout the room. “I’m just a concerned citizen, that’s all! ‘Terrorist’ is too harsh of a term, don’t you think?” Even though she wasn’t entirely sure if she could be seen, she winked at the man before blowing him a taunting kiss. “Well, I must get going!” she exclaimed. “Ta at! I sincerely hope you don’t get eaten!” With that, she retreated back into the vent--her escape attempt a clear success. "That's none of my business," he tried to retort, knowing it was failure before it even dribbled from his lips. In his experience, just about everybody barring the family of a military man hated that old yarn, the age-old soldier's excuse: look, I don't care, I just do what they tell me. He had a feeling it wasn't going to endear him any to a woman like Victorious, or at least what he imagined a woman like Victorious might resemble. Max could almost see the sneer, before she blew that kiss and stung like a bullet. With all this bullshit going on, she had to play games? "Goddammit," he muttered, taking a few long steps forward before calling out: "Victorious, stand down! Don't make me - shit!" She'd already disappeared into the vent, and while it certainly wasn't beyond the realm of possibility for him to follow her, crawling in the ducts wasn't his idea of a great time given the kind of shit that was going down all around him. His sergeant greeted the news of her escape much like Max imagined he would. "She what?" he barked, head tilting like a dog's, confused and interested and completely uncomprehending. "You're telling me our terrorist just hopped up into the duct, hopped right up like a fucking kitten?" Max shrugged, one palm turned up while the other's sweaty grip nearly lost the rifle. "She slipped into the maintenance shaft! I couldn't shoot her, she's probably the only person on this rock who knows what the fuck is going on." Sgt. Groves jabbed a finger into Max's face. "Secure that shit. I don't give a fuck, I can't have a terrorist crawling around the innards of this installation causing more shit. This entire sector's a madhouse, and I haven't been able to get Sec Com on the wire since this started. No one knows what the Hell's going on anywhere else in the facility. I've got people going Goddamn nuts here - what the fuck is that?" Max followed the sarge's blank eyes until they came upon Jenkins. He'd nearly forgotten about him, which was a mercy. With the light's back on, it was a Hell of a lot easier to see exactly what he'd been doing: about twice his own size, he'd written in a remarkably clear hand and his own thick, quickly congealing blood the words 'HE COMES'. Max and Groves shared a look. And then Jenkins twisted, his head turning completely around on his neck, spine breaking with a sickening snap. That ever-present smile carved into his face, tongue flopping against his neck the spoke and Max could swear the voice was coming from within his own mind. "PREPARE YOUR FLESH," Jenkins told him a few seconds before his eyes popped in their sockets and ran down his cheeks in a water goop. Long threads of his brain began to spiral out from behind the holes like tendrils and Jenkins rose jerkily to his feet, a marionette on bloody strings. "HE CO-" Controlled burst, spitting fire and Jenkins' head kicked to one side and exploded in a regret mist of skull fragments and bits of gray matter. Max lowered the smoking rifle, sucked in a breath. Groves pointed back towards the Administrative officers. "I'm getting Abroad and going back to Sec Com. I'm leaving a squad here with you and expect Victorious in our custody by 0730 hours." Without protest, Max watched him go. "Shit," he said simply. The vent was quite comfortable. It was a little stuffy, and it was starting to rust before her very eyes, but it was comfortable. Alexandra hummed a catchy tune to herself, but that was only to take her mind off the horrifying screams that bounced off the surrounding walls. As she cautiously passed over an open screen, she saw people running through the corridor below. She watched for only a moment; they looked like ants. She had no idea what they were running from, but the animalistic cries and screams gave her a pretty damn good idea. Not wanting to get herself involved, she kept going. She had to get to the Warehouse. If there were others, so be it. If there were marines, well, she would make due to the best of her abilities. Yet, she took numerous leaps of faith as she crawled her way through the station's ventilation shafts. After all, there was a significant difference between what she saw on the blueprints and what she was seeing now. The ducts snaked through the compound—branching off in so many different directions that she had to pause quite a bit to think about where she was heading. Soon, however, Alex had to abandon her course. The rust that had formed on the walls was growing into something more grotesque. It looked like fungi, but as more sprouted (and she found herself crawling through the damned stuff) it popped beneath her hands and knees, and it left crimson stains on her clothing. It looked and felt like blood. She frowned and kicked at an open vent. “God damn it all,” she muttered, ignoring the irony of her words. The screen easily gave way, which allowed her to drop into the corridor beneath. She had no idea where she was, but she already missed the ducts. It wasn't much better, but it was better than what she saw. Deep and ragged claw marks marred the stainless steel walls; bodies lay scattered about the cold floor—engineers and technicians. Poor bastards didn't stand a chance against whatever had caught them off guard. She sighed and shook her head. “Such a waste,” she whispered. The vent from which Alexandra had just so recently extricated herself seemed somehow to dwindle in her absence, if such a thing were possible. Empty, in a way beyond the obvious - like a hook without its fish; a mouth without its morsel of tender meat; a void without star. The lights lining the length of the corridor blinked then, after only minutes of stability. Maybe it was simple projection, imbuing sentient qualities to something incapable of them entirely, but the strips of intense fluorescent illumination were faltering, which had less to do with some power fluctuation than with Light itself wavering in the face of some... thing. A rush of air escaped from the vent, warm and sticky as fevered breath and on its tail was a groan like the stretching of long atrophied sinew. It smelled faintly of wet flesh, rotting beneath an unforgiving sun. At the far end of the corridor, the light's struggled for a few seconds more and then failed with one last electric whimper: in a steady sequence like the beat of a tympani the fluorescent went out in sections with the tell-tale thump of total grid collapse. Things were not much better in Max's end of the court. It was hard to call it a real tough decision, being neither a difficult conclusion to arrive at nor really much of a choice: a cursory glance of the installation's blueprints and a quick download to their personal data pads, and they abandoned North Sector, prepared - or not - to hunt their quarry. The ISA military, at least far as Max was aware, weren't jumping too often when the corporations tugged on their leash so it wasn't exactly their job to stay behind and keep the offices safe. Besides, the sarge told him to find Victorious. Most civvies had already gone with the rest of the marines and another squad of company security on their way to South Sector. The other team from Sec Com seemed to have things well under control, anyway, and he knew the company boys begrudged their presence and were glad to see them leave. When they'd finally come to a halt just outside the Central Hub, Max wasn't quite so glad he'd left as the Sec Com guys. "Dietrich, what the fuck's happening?" Sanders seemed pretty in control, but his voice went a little wobbly near the end and Max knew that if there were a door leading right out onto the Anna surface, most of his marines would've opted for the vacuum. Max, not really wishing to, decided to play the hard line. Easier said then done as he led his small squad through the carpet of strewn body parts, trying not to read the bloody scrawls along the walls of the corridor. "We're trying to find a terrorist," he said simply. "Ignore everything else." Calhoun hurried ahead to punch in a few buttons at the opened terminal near the blast door, and Max gave a little signal that brought his little team up in a half-circle, crouching low at the front and rifle brought to the fore. When the doors split and opened like a maw with a weak hiss he wished his sage words of wisdom were as easy to follow as he said. Davies puked, a rush of goofy protein paste and chunks of bread spattering against the floor grates. Max could've sworn he'd heard the tell-tale stamping of a few pairs of combat issue boots echoing down the way they'd just come, but he didn't want to look. Transfixed, he surveyed the scene. Central Hub was typically immaculate, and had to be: apart from the Crown and the landing pads, this was the first area of Anna Station visitors would arrive in. White walls, pure as driven snow, bright lights and plenty of vivid colors, even some plant life to seem extra-homey, warm and inviting. Wide open spaces to belie the general cramped and claustrophobic nature of the facility, pretty girls and handsome guys manning the welcome center. The elevator, front and center. How else to impress executives and bureaucrats, checking up on their investment? Now? The air was thick with the perfume of slaughter. White walls were red-washed, smeared with blood and other fluids that Max refused to recognize, couldn't begin to guess at. In some places it clung to the walls thick as a dozen coats of paint, dripping slowly into pools and puddles that covered half the floor. And the bodies - if they could be referred to as such - heaps of them tossed about the room, parts here and there and Sanders nearly slipped on a severed arm as he tried to navigate the labyrinth of cadavers as Max scanned the room, unhappily, for signs of whatever could have been responsible for such carnage. "Dietrich, whey - oh, fuck, oh Jesus! What the fuck, what is that?!" Davis, vomit still moist around his mouth and down the front of his armor pointed with a trembling finger at the ceiling. Dietrich whirled and sighted with his rifle, Calhoun doing the same. Sanders simply stared, dumbstruck. "Sarge," he said, unbelieving. The sergeant hung upside down from the ceiling, with a dozen or so other bodies positioned nearby. At first, it seemed as if they were hanging from open ducts, or strapped to the roof with wiring or cables. Instead, it was clear that somehow the ceiling had swallowed them, as if trying to eat them whole, teeth snapped shut around a waist here or a leg there. Sarge was embedded up to his ribs, arms outstretched, reaching for the floor. Max swallowed, hard. "Marines, we're heading for military comm -" Mid-sentence, dark flooded into the room, black-as-pitch as the lighting went bad and found itself replaced by the profoundly vibrant red of the emergency systems. A minute later, and a howl like metal gouging metal filled their ears and as one, the carcasses stuck in the ceiling dropped. Each hit the floor with a sickly wet thwack, showering the handful of marines with their carrion juices. Great ropey lengths of the sarge's entrails draped across Max's shoulders but he and his last three marines were already on their way to the other end of the room, making for South Sector.

__ And Harvest All the Bodies of the Dead (maxxy x Diespitris)|rating:4.0

Were-Hunter Prowl_ OOC

Ok trying this here. This is going to be based on Sherrill Kenyon's Dark hunter Book series minus the Dark Hunters. Ash, Semi and the established book characters are NPC including the Greek Gods. So let's get to the Basics. There is plenty to absorb so looking for people who are willing to jump into the deep end with me. History : King Lyon of Arcadia had no idea that when he wed, his precious, beloved queen wasn’t human. His wife held within her a dark secret. She was born to the cursed Spotlight race and was destined to die in the heart of her youth... at age twenty-seven. It wasn’t until her last birthday when Lyon watched his beloved die horribly of old age that he realized the two sons she had born him would follow her to an early grave. Grief-stricken, he had sought out his priests who all told him there was nothing he could do. Fate was fate. But Lyon refused to heed their wisdom. He was a sorcerer, and he was determined that no one would steal his sons away from him. Not even the Fates themselves. And so he set about using his magic to elongate the lives of his wife’s people. Capturing them, he magically spliced their essence with various animals who were known for their strength: Bears, panthers, leopards, hawks, lions, tigers, jackals, wolves and even dragons. As he blended the animal with the psychically enhanced Spotlights, two creatures were created. One that held a human heart. One that held the animal’s. Each one possessed traits of the other. No longer human, no longer animal, it was a bastard hybrid of the two species. He spent years perfecting his new race, until at last he was sure he’d found the cure for his sons. Blending them with a dragon and a wolf, the strongest of the animals he had experimented with, he imbued them with more strength and magic than any of the others. In truth, he gave of his own power to them. In the end, he received more than even he had bargained for. Not only did his sons have longer lives than his wife, they had longer lives than any known species. With their magical abilities and animal strength, they now lived ten to twelve times longer than any human. The Fates looked down and saw what the proud king had done. Angry at his interference into their domain, the Fates decreed that he must kill his sons and all like them. Lyon refused. It was then the Fates sought out their own form of punishment for his hubris. His children and all like them were cursed anew. “There will never be peace among your children,” Clotho, the Fate who spins the threads of life, proclaimed. “They will spend eternity hating and fighting until the day when the last of them breathes no more.” And so it was. Whenever Lyon blended an animal with a human, he, in fact, made two beings. One being who held an animal’s heart and one who held a human heart. Those who walked as men and who held human hearts were termed Arcadian's after their Lyon’s people. Those who held animal hearts were termed Katakana. The Katagariawere born as animals and lived as animals, yet once they reached puberty, when the magical powers were unlocked by their hormones, they would be able to become human– at least externally. Their animal hearts would always govern their actions. Likewise, theArcadianswere born as humans and lived as humans until their puberty brought with it their magic and their ability to shift into animal form. Two sides of a single coin, the two species should have been at peace. Instead, the goddesses sent Discord to plant mistrust between them. The Arcadian's felt themselves superior to their animal cousins. After all, they were humans with human rationale while the Katakana were only animals who could take human form. The Katakana learned quickly that the Arcadian's weren’t honest about their intentions and would say one thing, then do another. All throughout time, the two groups have preyed upon each other while each side took the moral high ground. The animals believe the Arcadian's are the real threat while the Arcadian's believe the Katakana must be controlled or put down. It is an endless war. And as with all wars, there has never been a true victor. There have only been casualties who still suffer from the prejudice and unfounded hatred. Species to pick from-Wolves- Los-Bears- Ursula-Panther- Panthers-Leopards- Pardalia-Snow Leopards- Nights Pardalia-Tigers- Nigerian-Hawks/Falcon (birds of prey)- Gerakian-Jaguar- Basis **Note** All Arcadian Jaguars are extinct.-Dragons- Drakes **Note** Generally they stay in the past because of the electricity in the modern world-Jackals- Sakai-Lion- Italian-Cheetah- Helicase will be adding stuff tomorrow so bear with me. Characters ok the fun part of this. Making your character(s). I will post up the list of powers available to were-hunters. The most common is being able to jump through time (to the past and the back) during the full moon, there are only a very, VERY small number of those who can time jump outside the full moon. Whether human born or animal born, chocolate and Tylenol are poison to both. The quickest and most successful way to incapacitate a where hunter is with a massive electric shock. Electricity messes with the magic that allows a were hunter to hold one form or another (hence why most of the dragons stay in the past), most often used by Arcadian Sentinels against the Katakana they are hunting. Sentinels​Out of the Arcadian parties are born the Sentinels--the Guardians of man and were-kind. Only a select few are born to each atria. They are the strongest of us, and they help to protect our people from those who would prey upon or betray us. It is they who pursue and execute the Slayers. Slayers​Our soldiers and protectors are called the Slayers. Woe to any who cross their paths for we tolerate no spies, no betrayal. Disloyalty is punished by the strictest of means. Both Sentinels by the geometric/tribal facial tattoos they bare. These appear when they reach puberty and can only be hidden by magic. A character may be born either Arcadian or Katakana and then switch when they hit puberty. They can also be the result of one parent from each side. Half breeds/Hybrids are allowed as well and will result in 3 animal forms one of each and then a combination of the two: Ligers. Humans can only reproduce with Arcadian's because of the fact Arcadian's are born as humans. The majority in the series are of Greek descent, but that doesn't mean your character can't be from somewhere else. If your character is going to be from the direct line of king Lyon's son the last name is KattalakisRemember if you are playing Katakana that you are an animal first and a human second. Instinct drives what you do more than anything else. All characters' linear age should be around 90 and up, by this time they are out of the puberty stage and have some level of control on their powers. They older they are the more likely they will be able to maintain human form for long periods during the day. While in animal form they can communicate (telepathically) to others in animal form and those in human form. All animal forms should be true to their real animal counterparts so if you play a German then you will be a normal-sized bird of prey in animal form. Sanctuary, the Region, Sanitary haven't picked a location city wise for this game yet but there will be a Sanctuary. Sanctuaries are neutral ground, were hunter, dark hunter, daimons, applies, etc. MUST play nice. There is absolutely no fighting or bloodshed allowed to do so is to forfeit the protection of the Sanctuary and be subject to Savitṛ and the Region's wrath. Omegrion​Eons ago, an individual approached each of the parties and told them that they must each elect a representative to come and make laws and judgments that would govern all the Wars the world over. At first, they balked until they realized that Savitṛ wasn't the type of man to take no for an answer. Only the strongest of the strong ever make it to this level. These are our undisputed leaders, and they speak on behalf of every member of their atria. The only way for them to lose their seat is by death... The council decides when an individual clan should be disbarred or destroyed. They also oversee setting up sanctuaries and havens. Most of all, they are charged with judging individuals Slayers and calling out a blood hunt to see them dead. Savitar​Savitṛ is Savitṛ, even the Gods fear him as he was born out of the chaos and can wipe anyone and everyone out of existence. Savitṛ's job is to maintain the order of things, hence why he had the Region created. Meetings are held on a floating island. Otherwise, Savitṛ can be found catching the next big wave. Like all other established book characters Savitṛ is very NPC. The Red Room​This is our sanctuary and will be run and maintained by my character. The name says it all everything is in varying shades of red. Downstairs is the bar/nightclub, upstairs are bedrooms and an infirmary. Sex Love and Mating Because the Fates are a trio of mean bitches they also felt the need to muck in the love lives of the Arcadian's and Katakana. Giving new meaning to the phrase there is someone for everyone; everyone does have a soul mate. The only way to find them is to sleep with them. Within hours of having sex a tribal looking tattoo, rust-colored will appear on the palm and wrap around to the back of the hand accompanied by a very painful burning feeling. The couple have one week to decide if they will become mates.- Mated males are impotent with any female not their mates. Females can cat around with whoever they like but are only capable of reproducing with their mates.- your mate may not be someone you actually love.- If the mating is refused the male will be impotent for life-Mated pairs can bind their souls together, when one dies so does the other. Exception to this is when the male dies first, if the female is pregnant she will live long enough to give birth. Katagaria Jaguars are raised by their fathers. Their mothers roam in the company of other women leaving only to mate and birth their children and then returning to their group. Interesting story. An excellent foundation with which to work. A couple of questions, however. First, what are the rules governing transformation? Second, why do the Sentinels hunt the Slayers? And third, do characters have to be either Sentinels or Slayers, or can they be neither? More Info Jedi_Khan said: Interesting story. An excellent foundation with which to work. A couple of questions, however. First, what are the rules governing transformation? Second, why do the Sentinels hunt the Slayers? And third, do characters have to be either Sentinels or Slayers, or can they be neither? Click to expand... Ok, easy stuff Transformations are easy and ruled by concentration alone. For either side though if it's the middle of the day you will burn up more energy than normal going from animal to human or vice versa. If you make an Arcadian between 70-100 then there is the possibility of getting stuck as an animal, not permanently, but for a day or two or to end up with say a tail even in human form. If you make a character without the flair of most other you will not be able to change with your clothes on so pick a discreet place to change and have someone hold your clothes as you won't be able to manifest clothing out of thin air. Sentinels hunt slayers either by direct order or just because they can. There is no love lost between both sides and neither will think twice about killing the other. And no you can be a sentinel or slayer if you wish, but you can also be your everyday were-hunter. If your character is going to be human then you are a special circumstance. Were hunters and dark hunters alike protect their secrets like a dragon guarding its hoard, if you know this world you are either gifted magically or something has happened to bring you into this, i.e. you are mated to one. Slayers that haven't gone rouge, are referred to as Strati and their main duty is to protect other Katakana and hunt down Rouge Arcadian's. To a Sentinel though this matters little. The region is in place to prevent most of the random bloodshed, but it still happens. Were is considered an insult, among Catamarans, they see themselves as animals first and were is a reference to man. When you speak to another species It's polite to address that were hunter by their animal. Example Van Kattalakis holds the chair for the Kat. Wolves in the Region, so you would us "Wolf" like you would Doctor for a doctor or General for a general etc. Interspecies relations, yes normally you will stick to your own kind, when it comes to mating and forming packs, but mismatched groups can happen. There has to be a clear leader though, or it will just implode. Injuires​Moderate to severe injuries will lead to the character returning to their natural form Arc. Human Kat. Animal no matter where they are. This is an uncontrollable reaction so if you are shot, head banged against the wall leading to concussion, stabbed etc. in public you will revert anywhere from instantly to within 5 minutes, but most often instantly. More On Electricity​The Natural electrical impulses of the earth aid in the change from one to another. Enough electricity coursing through the body will upset the balance resulting in the inability to hold one form consistently. Your standard taser is enough to knock a were hunter on their ass. Fazer, which are specialized tasers wielded by Arc. Pack more of punch and will send and Katakana's powers bouncing off the walls. The big guns are Metric collars - they release tiny ionic pulses into the body rendering all powers and shape-shifting impossible. Can only be removed by magic or extreme strength. Terms Phrases Etc​Wiki - Trial by combatArchigos - Head of the patriaCresting - term to describe a female were at the height of her sexual peak (both Katakana and Arcadian females go into heat)Exorcists - term for exiled were. Patria - Name for the family groups of Were-hunters of the same race and animal genusFilos - The Katakana term for male pack member (affectionate)Hair of Human - What you ask for at a sanctuary bar when you want something so strong that a sip would render a human unconsciousLimani - Were hunter sanctuary or safe house. No one can be refused admittance. Neras - origin were females who are crestingRegis - Leaded of a were hunter pack who in essence acts as their king (or queen) and representative at the OmegrionScooby - derogatory Los katakana term for a brainless cowardly pup-swain - suffix for a male were hunter (dragon swain bear swain etc.)-swan - suffix for female were hunter (same as above)Tess era - group of four were hunters sent out to hunt others of their kind - think bounty hunters only they don't have to bring you back alive or in one piece. Whelps - young were hunters who have reached puberty and reigned in their hormones but have yet to harness all their powersTrelosa - rabieslike madness that appears during pubertyThirio - Need to bond and combine life forces during the consummation of a mating. Blood is exchanged during this so the canines elongate to facilitate the bonding. More Notes If you want your character to have lost their original mate this is only possible if the couple did not bond when they consummated the relationship. As noted earlier bonded mates die together when one dies. And that for now is everything. Any questions? Character bios Name:Age:Birthplace:Hair:Eyes:Animal form:Katakana/Arcadian:Powers sight, pyrokenisis time jumping etc. stay within reason here people) One more question: were-hunters? Is that people who hunt wars, wars who hunt other wars, or is it just used as a general term for all people who are wars? Yep just a general term, mostly how other non were-hunters refer to them. AngelofDeath said: Yep just a general term, mostly how other non were-hunters refer to them. Click to expand... Interesting. You know, were-hunters does kinda make sense seeing as how each animal type that you have listed is a predator/hunter. Another question just popped up (interesting how that works, eh?). Magic/powers. All wars possess magic/powers, right? To what degree? Also, age. You want a minimum of 90 years old, yes? Any limit to the age other than that? Yeah, 90 so unless the character is a late bloomer they are past the whelp stage and capable of controlling their powers if any. No limit on age since were hunters can time jump. Ok the average powers are being able to shift while clothed and manifesting clothes. Precognition(see the future), Drakes of course can be cytogenetic. All where hunters are stronger than the average human when to come to strength, speed etc. Lions, Bears and Dragons taking the top three spots. The sense of smell is extra sharp, of course. Minor wounds will heal within minutes or hours. High metabolism rate so if say your character stops at like MCD's then they will order enough for 2–4 people. Mimi ArgenueaName: Mimi ArgenueaAge: 400 looks 23Hair: Golden Strawberry blonde Eyes: Green rimmed with gold Height: 5'11Weight: 130 soaking wet Body: Curvy Animal form: Tiger - Golden History: Mimi was born Katakana from an Arcadian mother, as a result she was outcast from her family. Mimi's name means secret and that is just what she was as secret, kept hidden away from everything and everyone, including her twin brother who was born Arcadian. When she reached puberty and could control her powers Mimi fled her home and family, already a ghost to them, they didn't feel the need to mark her as Exorcists, she'd don't run fast enough and was caught by a group of males, and was raped. Mimi is friendly but standoffish with other male Nigerians. Mimi ended up in Las Vegas and was taken in by a pair of Delicias who ran a Lima called the Red Room. Mimi took over when they were killed by a pack of Daimons**. The Red Room is home to anyone and everyone in need of a home and food. Like all other sanctuaries all dramas stop at the door. Mimi will personally hogtie anyone and hand them over to Savitṛ. For anyone who gets a bit too drunk there are cages in one of the backrooms for them to dry out. Is Las Vegas the setting for this story? And what are Daimons? Yes Vegas is the setting. Couldn't myself but put it in my hometown. And yeah I realized I had left out the ever present bad guys. Daimons are Spotlights who rather than die on their 27th birthdays, find a human and drain them of their blood and their souls. Daimons are the reason people came up with vampires, but they are not vampires. The need souls to keep them going, not blood. The soul does not die, well not at once, anyway. The more powerful the soul the more likely if caught by a group of Daimons, they hunt in packs the bastards, the more likely you are going to be food for them. Daimons are blond, and unnaturally beautiful, they only go out at night of course. When they do attack were-hunters they will often target pregnant females as the soul of an unborn child can sustain a Damon forever, whereas a normal soul will last 6 months tops. If a group of Daimons were to attack a pregnant Katakana wolf for instance because they give birth in litters, the souls of the female and all her young would keel the Daimons alive until they were killed, stabbed through the heart. One-dokie. I'm developing my character in my head. Some of the elements are finalized, but not the entire thing. I'll try to have it up later tonight. Ok. if you need any help just drop me a pm Will do. Wow! This is such an interesting sounding thread AngelofDeath and I love the degree of detail you have! I wish that I could join (I would love to) but I don't have the time at the moment to add another thread. Perhaps another time, but I just wanted to pop in and say that your thread sounds really promising! Good luck! Name: Jeff KattalakisAge: 200, looks about 20Birthplace: Journey, Greece Hair: Light brown, swept buckeyes: Brown with black flecks Animal Form: Peregrine Falcon – German, Gray Wolf – Los, or a Gray Wolf with wingsArcadianPowers: Control of air currents History: Jeff was born in the small central Greece town of Journey sometime during the early 1800s, eventually ending up in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA, where he works for a pest control company, Katya Pest Control, which is owned and operated by members of his family, both from the German side and the Los side. The Los side of the family is directly descended from the son of King Lyon. Jeff’s primary animal form is a Gray Wolf, with the secondary being a Peregrine Falcon, the third form being his wolf form with proportionally sized wings attached (in the third form, he has to jump off of some place high in order to fly, and even then he can only glide). The pest control company contracts with the city of Las Vegas to deal with the local pigeon population, in which the German play a significant part. The company works during the day, having the German, including Jeff, fly around designated areas, scaring off the pigeons while at the same time having lunch. By night, the Los pack prowls the city’s alleys and backstreets, working on clearing out some of the more dangerous vermin, like the Damon and other malcontents. The area within one mile of the Red Room is among the safest areas in the city for were-hunters mainly because Katya Pest Control’s HQ is located just a block away from the sanctuary. KPC will guarantee safe passage to the Red Room from anywhere within one mile of the sanctuary to anyone, be they Arcadian or Katakana, for a fee of course. While the Red Room is the true sanctuary, KPC tries its best to extend that protection beyond the walls of the Red Room. However, they cannot possibly prevent every fight within their area of influence, so instead of trying to prevent the fights, they have a standing rule that if they do come across a fight, the victor is taken to the Red Room and handed over to the Region for judgment, be they Arcadian or Katakana. The loser of the fight is also taken to the Red Room and given a chance to recover before being handed over to the Region as well. While Jeff tries to live a peaceful life, his work with KPC doesn’t allow for much. When patrolling at night, he carries a Faber to deal with other were-hunters, and a Bowie knife that accompanies a hand-and-a-half sword for use against Daimons. Ok people you've been looking I know there has got to be more than just one other person interested in this. Well, my post is up. Tell me what you think, please. Jedi_Khan said: Well, my post is up. Tell me what you think, please. Click to expand... Very nice intro. AngelofDeath said: Very nice intro. Click to expand... Thank you. I do try to provide the best possible work. Check out some of the other threads I'm involved in for proof, and also to get an idea of how I RP. I can't write worth a damn, but am a huge Dark/Were/Dream Hunter fan. Sherrill Kenyon rocks! I'll be watching this thread with interest. Uh, Angel? Could you be so kind as to explain the second paragraph of your post? Are this Daimon off limits to Jeff and his group? I had the idea that the KPC killed Daimons on sight, regardless of whether the Daimons were attacking anybody at the time. Yep totally hands off. Forgot to throw it up earlier, and it managed to ease out while writing. One of the books is set in Vegas, Dark hunter and former Sumerian god Sin run a hotel/casino downtown and a majority of the employees are spotlights and daimons. Any of the Daimons that work for sin know not to feed of anyone or anything they don't have clearance to make a meal out of. So its one of those they don't mess with anybody and everyone ignores them So, is there a way for Jeff and his group to ID these "Untouchables" by sight, so that they don't end up running them through? Black red and gold work shirts with the hotel name on them, System Okay. They had better not stop for a snack between the edge of KPC territory and the RR, or that uniform won't be able to save them. Lol Use the two men from Jeff's group and the woman as you will. Going out of town this weekend will post on Monday Right. Have a nice trip. BACK So I noticed. Did you have fun? Yep. Booze guns movies games and perfect food what's not to love? Yes, all that does add up to a fun weekend. Um, I'm guessing here, but Nikola would be related to Mimi somehow, yes? A brother of some type? Or is Nikola a? Typically, a name that ends with "a" suggests a female to me. But your post seems to suggest that Nikola is a guy, right? Yeah, Nikola! is a guy. Another story so to speak her adoptive parents took in. Lion. Catamaran, I presume. So, Nikola is an adopted brother to Mimi. Okay, just as long as I have that info straight, I'm good. Working on the reply at the moment. Say, I've been meaning to ask: what part of the world are you in? You seem to be online at the same times I am. Yep. And the East Coast. Maine to be exact and yeah my weird sleeping habits have me up at odd hours sometimes Jeez, it's nearly 6 am out there, right? I'm three hours behind ya. Wait...is Daylight Savings in effect? The time difference between me and the rest of the world changes depending on Daylight Savings Time; sometimes, I'm two hours behind the East Coast, and sometimes I'm three hours behind. Makes coordinating with different time zones kinda difficult. But at least I don't have to change my clocks several times a year. Let me guess Arizona? And yeah its almost 6 no DLST hasn't kicked in yet officially. Yeah, wonderful Arizona, land of the contradicting climates. Yeah. Desert, but plenty of snow in the winter. You guys are more than welcome to what we get he-he. Was born and raised out in Vegas though Imagine my discomfort, being a native born of Phoenix, where the low temperature in the winter is about 40 degrees, coming up to Flagstaff for college where the high temperature in the winter is less than freezing. Yeah, it gets cold here. Of course, I bet Maine gets even colder, so I shouldn't have much to complain about. Its already dropping to the mid to high 20s at night around here. I HATE the snow but thankfully my love of leather boots has served me well up here. Need new sweaters though I thought that was leather in your AV. How interesting. Anyways, I must be off. It's late, I'm tired, and I like my sleep. Oh, by the way, in case you hadn't noticed, I have a bit of an annoying tendency to hijack a story, kinda like what I did with Jeff running off to save the woman. Anyway, I don't have any plans for the woman. I figure that you might be able to make use of her. Plus, if you want to get your story going, please go ahead; I'll do my best not to hijack it again. Sorry. Lol nothing to apologize for. And it's spandex You around Angel? Edit: Obviously not, so I'll just say what I want to and let you respond at your leisure. First off, apologies for taking so long on the reply, busy few days, and also been spacing on ideas. However, I have the post ready now, but I want to confirm a few things before posting. First thing to confirm: were-hunters have a faster/better than normal (i.e. human) ability to heal, yes? Efficiency limited to how much energy the were has available to devote to healing? Second: expect some drama from my post. Third: Expect poison; the knife that caused the wound on Jeff's leg was poisoned, at least as I see it. The poison would take a little effort to deal with, but it isn't something that a good healer couldn't handle. Fourth: Given that you named the two guys who brought the woman to the RR Carlos and Manuel, which are definitely not Greek names, I figured that they would be from the German side of the family, which has a Hispanic heritage. The Los side of the family is directly defended from King Locos, so they would have Greek names, with Jeff being the exception. I think that's it for now. Might be more questions later. yeah, sorry things been a bit hectic around here and yeah everything looks fine to me. Honestly those were just the first two names I could think of So, you obviously have a poison in mind. Aside from turning the blood near black and killing a were, what does it do? Or I should say, how does it go about its job? >. Jeff's blood reeks of death and decay hence why they turned their heads. He will only be able to do so much but Jeff will have to rest and heal himself on his own. Right. I'll keep that in mind. You hate the real world? Any particular problem you care to rant about? nah, just a long day that involved carpet cleaning and tracking down a lost package from FedEx. Can't wait for tomorrow so I can go to the bar and unwind and see how many 'normal' people come down to the goth party What, not going to stay at home and hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters? And I understand about the long day. While I don't have to clean my carpet or track down a package, I do have to sit through boring lectures for hours on end, with the only reprieve being a ride on a bus between lectures. nah, the little creepers can fend for themselves. Besides most will be at the mall or the parade downtown early on in the day he-he. Maine has a mall? I didn't think there were enough people in Maine to warrant a mall. Ooohh nice one. Yes Portland Maine has A mall. Used to have a very nice arcade with two DDR machines, and then they closed up *grumbles* Ohhh....two DDR machines. That's upscale. Shame it didn't work out. What's a good word to describe the embrace of total darkness? Well it had more than two DDR machine but hey it's better than NONE. Darkness as in his state of unconsciousness or darkness as in pending death?? Um...Hamm...pending death, I guess. Hmmmm............................................................................................oblivion rushing up, dark arm outstretched to embrace him. The cold spidery fingers of the end running over him, the sweet calm of darkness calling to him Well, here's what I have so far:"Darkness…pure, unadulterated darkness. That was all that Jeff knew. The darkness was everything and nothing at the same time; it was oblivion. The darkness surrounded Jeff, enveloped him, comforted him, pulled him deeper into its ..." I just want one word. Unfortunately, my creativity is failing me in regard to finding an adjective to describe the embrace of the darkness. Absoluteunending Eternal! That's it! Thanks for your help, Angel. I should have the reply up within the hour. No prob Told ya I'd have it up within the hour. Lol very true. Hey guys! Got room for a late-comer in the role play? Plenty of room. I was beginning to wonder if there was anybody else who was interested in this story. Okie dogie then. I have an idea for a character already, but I didn't want to butt in right in the middle of the story. Want to give me a quick tour of what's happened so far? Um, okay. Jeff, my character, just had a near-death experience due to a poisoned wound he received after killing a bunch of Daimons. Mimi is somewhere nearby "fretting" over him. And there is a gifted human female passed out in another room on the second floor of the Red Room. For full details, read the IC, it ain't all that long. By the way, be sure to post your character concept and bio here before posting in the IC so that Angel can give you the yay or nay, or anything else she might want to say. Jedi pretty much covered it. It is a bar after all so just find some way to work yourself in. Ok, here goes nothing Character BioName: Andrea Delaney Xenon (Andrea comes for the Greek for "Andres", for "warrior", Delaney from the Celtic "enemy's child", and Xenon means stranger in Greek)Animal Form: Arcadian White Tiger Age: nearly 400, looks 25Height: 5'3 and a quarter and very edgy about there: reddish blonde Eyes: very bright emerald green Birthplace: the Greek island of SifnosDelaney Janos is either the Fates' most twisted idea of fun, or their biggest screw-up to date. She should never have been born into this world. Her mother had been a beautiful Arcadian white tiger. Her father a good, compassionate man, loved by everybody, and the only healer in his little village on the island of siphons. Until the day she had killed him. She had been 12. She would never forget that day. But would she ever fully remember what had happened? Delaney has travelled a lot in her nearly 400 years. She has a lot of hurt inside, masked by anger and rage that she keeps under very tight control. Except at night. Then, she prowls the streets in search of Daimons. The hunt makes her forget. It makes her remember. It appeases the thirst that quenches her soul. Ohh interesting. I like ooh, if you like the DH books as much as I do, you'll either really -- really love my idea, or really -- really hate it Finally! Another Arcadian! Excellent. Now, about her history... I'm guessing that her history will come out in more detail in the IC, yes? And it seems that Jeff is the baby of the group. How odd, considering what he does by night. Either way Mir I think I will like it. Wow, you two have been busy. Having fun? Yeah! You feeling any better, Arcadian? Yay, a little dazed from waking up to so much pain, but after getting some food in me, I should be fine. Of course, you post when I am working on mine lol. Editing it a bit. Sorry. Oops, I hope I haven't cracked one of your ribs fainting all over you, Arcadian What? Uh, you'll have to explain your post. Jeff is nowhere near Mimi's office. He's still laid up in bed upstairs. Lol and the wires get crossed lol. I love it he-he Crap, that was bad...that was Andrei going down the stairs, of course, got it all wrong when I read angel's post - BEFORE she edited Ivanhoe...can I change that to Andrei's ribs instead? Going to take advantage of the fact that I'm unconscious for 20 minutes or so, to go get something to eat. Huh? You're welcome to change, in fact I would prefer it. But what the hell is going on? Unconscious for 20 minutes, for who to get something to eat? Ok, basically, I read things way too quickly, misunderstood things, and got everything mixed up and poor Jeff confused as hell.so to clarify things...Delaney asked Mimi for help, she hauled her into her office for interrogation, Delaney ran off and slammed into whoever was in her way, then fainted her sorry ass on the floor in front of them. And now you two can haul Delaney's unconscious ass out of the way for a few minutes, while miracle (aka me) goes to get something to eat.I deeply apologize for confusing the hell out of everybody Oh, um, I think I was the only one confused. And, just so you know, your character doesn't have to be unconscious for you to get food in RL. Just go get the food, everything will still be here when you get back. I mean, we can wait. Now, how to deal with this little interruption...damn, and I already had my post ready. Angel, shall we collaborate on this while Miracle feasts? Hmm, let's see. Stefan went up alone so that leave Mimi and Andrei to get Del settled away. And of course try and get the collar off her. AngelofDeath said: Hmm let's see. Stefan went up alone so that leave Mimi and Andrei to get Del settled away. And of course try and get the collar off her. Click to expand... And that leaves Jeff without any food for a bit longer, unless Stefan (or is it Stephan?) brought some up. And it also looks like you'll have to edit your post again, to indicate that Stefan (Stephan) went up alone while Andrei collected some food, which probably got knock to the floor when Del ran into him. On it. Wow, seems like I made quite a mess, huh? (and I don't just mean the spilled food on the floor) I know how you feel about the food, though. Just before Mimi dragged Delaney into her office, she was asking for some food and a few drinks. And boy, tigers get cranky when they don't get fed on timely the way, is Andrei the same age as Jeff is? Miracle said: wow, seems like I made quite a mess, huh? (and I don't just mean the spilled food on the floor) I know how you feel about the food, though. Just before Mimi dragged Delaney into her office, she was asking for some food and a few drinks. And boy, tigers get cranky when they don't get fed on time by the way, is Andrei the same age as Jeff is? Click to expand... You know that's a good question. They are brothers, but probably not from the same litter. So, let's have Andrei be Jeff's older brother, probably 25 to 50 years older. And don't worry about the mess, we'll deal with it. You just go ahead and get your food. We'll wait for you to return. Ok edited sent Stefan up with the food. Leaving Andrei in search of a drink lol. I'm back, and eating popcorn at 6.04 in the morning. Andrei - like Andrea Delaney's name, it means warrior in Greek. He looks like you, too? Cuz I'm partial to that "dark-haired Arcadian" I described him as :d:d:d:d:d:d AngelofDeath said: :d:d:d:d:d:d Click to expand... huh?? What are those?anyway, if you guys let me know where you hauled my sorry ass, I'm ready to go on with the story. And its Jedi's turn Miracle said: I'm back, and eating popcorn at 6.04 in the morning. Andrei - like Andrea Delaney's name, it means warrior in Greek. He looks like you, too? Cuz I'm partial to that "dark-haired Arcadian" I described him as Click to expand... Unless you want to go with the Latino side of the family, yes, Andrei would look sorta like Jeff. It's the Greek in the family. Of course, the Latino side of the family would look similar took, except more Hispanic, and a decidedly different accent. Oh, and Angel, as with Carlos and Manuel, do as you please with Andrei. In fact, anybody other than Jeff that I create, you are welcome to use. They are all NPCs, and thus free to use. oh, sure make me do all the heavy lifting lol. Yeah, well, I wouldn't make you do all the work if I knew you couldn't handle it. And by the way, how the bloody hell do you spell the were-dragon's name? Is it Stefan or Stephan, because you've used both spellings since you introduced the healer. It's supposed to be Stefan when I am not paying attention it becomes the phonetic and very American version. Lol so will do the Delaney clean up, and then you can hope back onto things. Yes, well, this is America, and I am American, so I'll do the American thing and spell it the American way. And I've already posted. Your turn now. Cheeky brat he-he OK, so what tell me and Angel give the dark-haired hunk a bit of personality?I'd vote to keep his features+accent Greek. Age around 300 then animal form Arcadian Peregrine Falcon, Gray Wolf with a white spot on his back thigh (so we can differentiate you two), and a Gray Wolf with wings'll leave the rest up to Angeles: the legend of the island is true, although I embellished it a little bit know it was angel's turn, hope you won't be too mad at me When doing a background post like you did, that doesn't require the other players to respond, order doesn't matter. Question now is, would the Kattalakis family have heard of the incident? As for Andrei, do as you please. Like I said, he's an NPC. nah, everything is good. . Gives Jedi something to read lol. As for Andrei sounds good to me. Very much the gentleman. Hmm...let me ponder that for a little while. They are a very powerful family, after all...as for the reading part...if Jedi reads, then how's he going to post?isn't it a known fact that men can#'t do two things at the same time? (or is that just Irish men....) Miracle said: hmm...let me ponder that for a little while. They are a very powerful family, after all... as for the reading part...if Jedi reads, then how's he going to post? Isn't it a known fact that men can#'t do two things at the same time? (or is that just Irish men....) Click to expand... You know what...ah, hell, you got me there. But don't think I won't retaliate. When you least expect it, I'll drop in something similar. Oh boy, in between reading, posting, and thinking up sassy retorts to my comments, you've really got your hands full now.so whose turn is it? And will I wake up alone in Mimi's bed, or will she be there to interrogate me? It would be Angel's turn, unless you would like to wake up now, with Angel and Andrei, and possibly Savitṛ breathing down your neck. You've got a bit of sass yourself, lass. Better cut back on it unless you want me to really dig into the bag of dirty tricks. Lass? What am I, a leprechauns??anyhow, I got it. The kattalakis would have obviously heard about the incident. But that was about 390 years or so ago. That was before your time, anyway. But the story isn't very widely spread, and the official version of that story is that the girl that went mad died that night in the fire. Sure, interrogate me all the way, just as long as hunky Andrei gets to participate hide a secret that's going to get my ass kicked for sharing...and blow your heads off. *chuckles* you two are so cute. Hehe. I am starting to think I should just go up and draw up the bio on Stefan lol he's more side character than NPC really he-he Cute? Cute?!? Gas! No! There is nothing cute about this situation! As for the lass comment, I just wanted something that rhymed with sass. AngelofDeath said: Click to expand... That smiley suits you, Angel of Death. Yes, it does. Hehehehate the fire dept right now *pouts* ruined a good conversation. *sighs* AngelofDeath said: Helene hate the fire dept right now *pouts* ruined a good conversation. *sighs* Click to expand... The Fire Department? How did they ruin a good conversation? This obviously has a story behind it, one that ought be interesting. Yes, please, I definitely have to hear that story. By the way, are you guys both from the US? Miracle said: yes, please, I definitely have to hear that story. By the way, are you guys both from the US? Click to expand... Did you happen to miss that little conversation about spelling the healer's name? The whole Stefan/Stephan bit? Anyways, yes, we are both from the US. I'm a couple of hundred miles east of the West Coast, and Angel is on the East Coast. Let me guess, you're in the UK, aren't you? Yep.and I was talking with a friend/lover when a fire call came through so he had to hightail it out. AngelofDeath said: yep. And I was talking with a friend/lover when a fire call came through so he had to hightail it out. Click to expand... WWW...that wasn't much of a story. Nope... I live in Ireland (please don't let the Irish hear you refer to them as part of the UK, grrr...) but I'm not iris hand I agree with Jedi, what kind of story was that? We were expecting some juicy gossip, anything... Ah, a citizen of the Emerald Isles, yes? (They still call that area the Emerald Isles, or am I thinking of some place else?) Yep, I think that's Ireland all right. The emerald isle, the evergreen one. Also the bloody raining all the time, island, but hey, how else is the grass supposed to stay green all the time. Are we getting really off-topic here?PS: angel, what's your favorite Were-Hunter book? Lol. Nothing salacious you two pervs. Mostly discussing my birthday plans so sorry to disappoint lolHmmm in order, Vane, Wren, Park, and Galerius's books. TSK, TSK......" This thing can't be removed by magic. And there's only one Arcadian alive who's ever been able to remove this thing using only his hands. Don't suppose you're related to him or sum tin..."happy birth....MMM, when's your birthday, then? Dec 27th That's ages away... Where does that link go to? Or, I should say, what was it intended to go to, because I get a log in screen when clicking on it. Ah, boll.... I should have figured it would do that. I hate that website, it always does that! Basically, a few fans of the kattalakis family have designed a little banner. And a....so-called fictitious kennel, where loving people can offer to adopt yummy stray were-hunters in need of a place to sleep, lots of food and tons of TLC. The idea also stemmed from the fact that angel's favorite were, as it so happens (she mentioned it earlier), is a...white timber wolf Miracle said: Ah, boll.... I should have figured it would do that. I hate that website, it always does that! Basically, a few fans of the kattalakis family have designed a little banner. And a....so-called fictitious kennel, where loving people can offer to adopt yummy stray were-hunters in need of a place to sleep, lots of food and tons of TLC. The idea also stemmed from the fact that angel's favorite were, as it so happens (she mentioned it earlier), is a...white timber wolf Click to expand... "Yummy stray were-hunters..." Let me guess, this "kennel" is basically a brothel, or am I reading too much into what you are saying? A question for either of you, seeing as how you've both read the books: Is Stephan's ability to force energy into another body the upper limit of healing abilities? Miracle said: That's ages away... Click to expand... True but I am flying down to visit him so we were trying to work out all that we might does I saw it Stefan has just a rare ability, due to the fact that again you don't see many dragons in modern time. AngelofDeath said: as I saw it Stefan has just a rare ability, due to the fact that again you don't see many dragons in modern time. Click to expand... Yes, but there are other types of healing magic, yes? Yep. Stefan just has a very extreme version of biokinesis. Doesn't do it often as it does drain him to do such things, so unless he has to he will let them heal on their own rather than use his power to repair extensive damage. More common ones would be able to dull pain, sense and ease internal injuries, taking the other person's pain/injury. Yes, I'd say there are a lot of healing magics out there. Maybe healing is a part of Stefan's ability to manipulate energy that way, one possible effect of the energy on the human body that receives it. And no, get your mind out of the gutter, it's just a cute girly idea to pass the time.ps: are we not allowed to discuss the actual WH books? Miracle said: yes, I'd say there are a lot of healing magics out there. Maybe healing is a part of Stefan's ability to manipulate energy that way, one possible effect of the energy on the human body that receives it. And no, get your mind out of the gutter, it's just a cute girly idea to pass the time. Click to expand... "Cute girly idea"? Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick...blew. Alright, so forcing energy into another being is just one manifestation of many for healing magic. Okay. AngelofDeath said: yep. Stefan just has a very extreme version of biokinesis. Doesn't do it often as it does drain him to do such things, so unless he has to he will let them heal on their own rather than use his power to repair extensive damage. More common ones would be able to dull pain, sense and ease internal injuries, taking the other person's pain/injury. Click to expand... Being able to seal wounds to stop bleeding? bingo Hey Mel have you read the first book in the series dragon swain? *grumbles at the lack of fairy tale appreciating folks on the SRP side* You know, there is a reason why the SRP is called theSexualRoleplaying Forum. Yeah, I've read it. By the way, if you're trying to make me reaaaaaally, really frustrated...it's working Jedi_Khan said: You know, there is a reason why the SRP is called the Sexual Role-playing Forum. Click to expand... well that's it. It IS a sexual RP idea sound hey Mimi is being as nice as she can lol. If someone with that kind of heat shows you want to know EVERYTHING as far as why. Both sides would just stake out the bar and wait for her to step outside. So what's Del's big secret anyway? Del will tell you her secret in a second. I promise. But I can barely breathe with that bloody collar on me. Let alone speak.(and angel was either ignoring my hints earlier, or didn't even notice them You want someone to forcibly remove the collar, while somehow not hurting you, yes? It would be possible to remove the collar with force, just not with your hand alone. Miracle said: Del will tell you her secret in a second. I promise. But I can barely breathe with that bloody collar on me. Let alone speak. (and angel was either ignoring my hints earlier, or didn't even notice them Click to expand... more like angel is exhausted and after this post I am taking my adorable butt to bed But it's only quarter till 5 am out there. Aren't you usually up later than that? Normally yes but have errands tomorrow. Is payday around here, and I don't want to spend all day doing what only should take about 4 hours yep, I think I'm going to type one more post and go to sleep as well. Uh...or maybe not, since it's nearly 10 in the morning... Oh, okay. Miracle said: yep, I think I'm going to type one more post and go to sleep as well. Uh...or maybe not, since it's nearly 10 in the morning... Click to expand... Yeah, your day is pretty much just starting, unless you're a night person, or you just have a really messed up sleep schedule. Ok kiddos I am out of here catch you later. AngelofDeath said: ok kiddos I am out of here catch you later. Click to expand... Good night Angel. See you tomorrow, or some other time, RL permitting. Are you still lurking around Miracle? Just finished posting. Started writing and kinda got carried away. Oopsie.....will try to keep future posts at a more readable length, now that you all know me and what I'm made of. Let's go kick some Damon ass!!!PS: yes, to both your observations, master Jedi. I have a really messed up schedule, and an even worse sleeping pattern but this is the first time in manages that I haven't gone to sleep. Why, it's all your kind folks' fault, ain't it now? How is it our fault? And that was one hell of a post. It would have been sacrilege to break that up. Besides, I don't mind long posts. Oh, and by the way, Jeff just got finished kicking some Damon ass, and look at what happened to him. I think he might sit out the next couple of nights before he goes back out on patrol. Is that a good "hell of a post" or a bad "hell of a post" ? Good. It was a good post. Why master Jedi, I do believe that was a compliment?see ya later! Mir Yes, that was a compliment. Good night/good morning to you. CYA tomorrow. Damn woman. Points for difficulty and extra for the dismount lol. And now to come up with a suitable response. I don't envy you, Angel. Not in this situation, at least. Lol I am sure. *cracks knuckles* might as well get to it. Have fun! Great, just when Jeff was starting to think his night was going to get better, he gets introduced to the freak of nature. By the way, if anything happens tonight IC wise, just so you know I'll be off-line for several hours, till midnight (local time) at the latest. And that time will start in about ten minutes. Okie dogie I'm back online. Anything going to happen now? Well Mir isn't on so not yet Oh, darn. Well, at least that will give me some time to do the take home Anthropology test that I've had nearly a week to do. Procrastination is not just a habit, it's a way of life. Ah hell, now I have to add that to my SIG. Morning, guys! What, did you think that I could go two nights in a row without any sleep? Delaney might be wonder-woman, but I'm not, hihihihHmm... Angel raises some pretty good questions. And now to think up a suitable reply... Hey Mir sat down or rather laid down with one Silent Night. All I have to say is damn damn DAMN! Really? Damn!! I hate having to wait for the bloody book to be posted to me. I actually ordered it from the US on Saturday, should be here by next week. Can't wait! I would have ordered it from the UK, would have taken less time to get to me, but the bloody Brits not only change the covers when they print it out, they also charge you more for the book... ouch. Yeah, better than I expected plus we go to see more of Nick. It was the ending more than anything. It's going to be interesting from here on out. As far as stories go, Savitṛ, Aimee and Fang, and the Nick are the three I am looking forward to the most. You want a rip off? Try buying and subsequently selling back textbooks for school. You could easily spend $100+ for one textbook, never use it, then take it back at the end of the semester to sell it, and they'll give you twenty bucks for it, in pristine condition. Bloody textbook industry is rotten, I tell you. Very true It would seem that we chased Mir away. How sad. I think she had logged off a while ago. Yes, she did. I couldn't stay away too long Seems you two've been busy while I was gone Just a little. Well, I'm here now, so how about we do some role-playing? Never heard a better idea in my life. Or at least, one that I can remember... Well, then...who's next? That's what I'm wondering... I know that I should post, but should I wait for Angel or not? That is the question. Well, if you were a gentleman you'd be waiting for angel. But since we've been kinda monopolizing the conversation so far, maybe we should stroke you ego a little bit and let you talk for a while. I don't know...this is a tough one I have a feeling that she's working on her post at the moment, so I'll wait. But feel free to continue the ego stroking. Hamm... I hope she's working on a post, or else we're in for a long wait. I think we're in for a wait angel, you still with us? She's been offline for almost an hour now. Wonder what happened? On the phone yakking. Ah...that explains the absence. Gee, can women yak. We talk once a day from 10/11pm is til 3am I take it the "we" is the person you're chatting with on the phone, or is it someone else? Yep. My buddy down n jersey. Ah, New Jersey. Most of my relatives live back there. Jesus, 4–5 hours on the phone every night? What do you talk about?then again...me and my friend went on a holiday together once, spent a week in each other's company nearly 24/7 and when we came back we got on the phone and still managed to talk for over 2 hour sit was that kind of friend that you never run out of things to talk about with, and when you do, you just sit there and enjoy the silences are we playing or going to Eddie-bys? Bed, my brain is mush, and I hate doing really short posts when I can do better. Ciao people. I'm staying up. I've got nothing going tomorrow, at least until the evening. Plus, I have the couple of hours left in me still, despite having been awake for over 12 hours now. Finehave good sleepier then goodie, just the two of us left, then. What d'ya say we have some fun? AngelofDeath said: Bed, my brain is mush, and I hate doing really short posts when I can do better. Ciao people. Click to expand... Aww...kill joy. Fun? What sorta fun? Any sorta that you like, master Jedi. But first... First...? First there was a previous taunt I had to respond to. Jeff could gag from that, you know. GEH. Could gag from what? Del's antics. It's so girlish...GEH. Del just can't stay quiet when taunted, and even when she's not taunted. She's an alpha female and can't help herself. Besides...don't let her hear you say that she's girlish, she really won't like that at all. As for the Jeff could gag from that, you know. Click to expand... ...with the risk of being rather crude...let's leave that to those who do it well. Miracle said: as for the ...with the risk of being rather crude...let's leave that to those who do it well. Click to expand... I don't think I want to know what you are referring to. Oh, cat fight! Was the pun intended, master Jedi, or just an accident? Anyways, want to continue the story or what? The pun was intended. And yes, the story will go on. Working on a reply as we speak. Gosh, such enthusiasm, such flowing conversation...I see that I have to pry the words out of your...well, fingertips, I guess That was sarcasm, wasn't it? Ok, won't interrupt you anymore then. Not even with half-humorous attempts at sarcasm. Although...if you start pointing out that it's sarcasm, it's not humorous anymore. Anyways, never mind, write up and I'll think of a suitable response Already written. Waiting on you. Right, I think I've had enough of a computer screen for tonight...hell, it's 8.50 in the morning here, and I need to get at least two hours' sleep. I think I'm going to call it quits for now... Alright. Good night/morning then. And the same to you, and have a good day til we meet again Right. Till we meet again. Mmm, I've got a reply to that one, all right, if you guys can give me half a out to get ready and type it you guys are on your own tonight I am getting ready to go to the bar won't be back til about 1am my time. Must be nice having a social life on Friday nights am I getting so old! What'd I miss? Anybody lurking around? I am now I figured as much. So, how was the bar scene last night? Decen;t had a good time lots of drinks danced my ass off and found my gal pal a good substitute for her POS ex Then you had fun, yes? Wake up with a hangover this morning, did ya? Yes and no. never do. You're lucky then, to not wake up with a hangover. I hear that a hangover can be a real pain in the ass to deal with. My computer is acting up tonight, so I'm here now, but if I suddenly disappear, either the daimons have got me or my internet crash.so I hear angel had a good night last night? And you, master Jedi? Do anything special for the weekend?PS: ah, crap, there you go, finally got that post finished just to find out that you'd already written yours...I hate this connection!!! I went to my usual Star Wars d20 game. It's like DnD, only Star Wars. And sorry about posting before you. Are you rewriting or editing? Or do you even plan to? Look sfun is there anything I need to know about the sorry besides what is on the first two pages to join From my experience, it helps to have read the books that this RP is based on. But, that's just my opinion, because I haven't read the books. Well the first two pages pretty much covers it all in regard to what we are doing. If I incorporated EVERYTHING we'd be at this forever. Which is why I kept it to the were-hunters with brief mentions of other relevant characters. Character bios Name: Natalia Aquitaine: 100 looks about 15Birthplace: St Petersburg Russia Hair: green Eyes: red Animal form: white TigarianKatagaria/Arcadian: KatagariaBio: Natalia was born a poor servant girl to a wealthy family with a young and handsome son. After discovering his true nature she was chased from her home fleeing across all of Europe to America. She ended up in New York one of the hardest places to be what she is. With roving vigilante gangs and a price tag on her head she found daily life a struggle. A creature of the night she was often used as bait by others of her kind that chose to live in a human city. She is ill to trust anyone outside of her small pack and is very evasive. After some time she began to seek out more of her kind ones that unlike her pack that in time she may learn to trust and grow close to. One night one of her pack informed on the rest most were killed or captured for research. She was able to escape and made her way Vegas on a small plane after killing the crew of drug smugglers. Just a few things.- There are no bat or fox were hunters.- at her age she'd only have just the slightest handle on her powers. Puberty for where hunters is like 30s-40s- might want to figure out just how she ended up in Vegas.- All Katharina are creatures of the night lol when the sun is up they are in animal form, unless they expend the energy to do otherwise. She'd be stuck in animal form just because of her age. Ok changed but in animal form only in the day right Yet another Nigerian? Jeez. This place is going to the do...er...cats. At least Jeff isn't the baby of the group anymore. Why how old is he lol. Everyone seems to like tigers I suppose lol. I think for the most part Jeff is the only drama free one here, well minus his hard on for Mimi lol 200 yrs old. AngelofDeath said: lol. Everyone seems to like tigers I suppose lol. I think for the most part Jeff is the only drama free one here, well minus his hard on for Mimi lol Click to expand... WHAT?!? So did I make it lol kidding. It would take a truckload of booze for anything to happen between them lol. That and maybe an arrow from cupid lol. Yeah, it works lol. Just find a way to work yourself into the scheme of things at the red room. Cupid would have to empty his entire quiver before getting any reaction out of Jeff. That guy has a thick skull. You know, we also have that gifted human female sitting in one of the rooms. I just recently came up with a little idea for when she wakes up, but nothing beyond that. Oh? Do share AngelofDeath said: oh? Do share Click to expand... What? The idea for the woman? It's simple really. When she wakes up the morning, she steps out to find someone in animal form, except she just believes it to be an ordinary animal. She decides to attempt mental contact with the animal, but is startled when the animal talks back. That would be her introduction to the were community. I like my only idea is she is being hunted and one of the people already in the red room saves her by letting her in bluerosekissed said: my only idea is she is being hunted and one of the people already in the red room saves her by letting her in Click to expand... Huh? And Angel, I never thought for a minute that you wouldn't like it. Now we just have to wait for the appropriate time. And I think Mir's Internet crapped out on her; only reason why she isn't around at the moment. Blue - the Red room has an open door policy like all ligands all she has to do is walk in. I forgot to add. The Red Room Sign is typical neon Vegas sign, but like all ligands if you look close enough and only people like us would be looking you would see the figure of a rising dragon. All ligands have this in their sign as a signal that it is a safe house. My basso like the vampire glyphs on blade....ok hmm maybe she is broke and needs a safe place to crash for the night bluerosekissed said: my bad so like the vampire glyphs on blade....ok hmm maybe she is broke and needs a safe place to crash for the night Click to expand... That works. When in doubt, K.I.S.S. Keep it simple stupid nice lol Jedi_Khan said: sorry about posting before you. Are you rewriting or editing? Or do you even plan to? Click to expand... it happens. Internet did conk out on me, and then I fell asleep. How about we pretend that my post came before yours, I asked for help, you sent Andrei for a chainsaw, and we continue it from there? Would make sense that way... and my lazy brain wouldn't have to figure out alternatives at 9 o'clock in the morning. Cool, I see we have a new addition to the game?about time people got interested in this...reason I chose a white tiger was because I can kinda understand their animal behavior. Plus it was the only animal I could think of that might be isolated from their pack due to their genetic traits...ps: yeah, I too noticed that Jeff is the only character with no skeletons in his closet. At leastoneperson is sane in this Lima... Hm, if we went with your idea, I would end up having to edit my post to reflect this agreement, meaning I'd have to rewrite in order for Jeff to respond to Delaney's actions. Otherwise, it won't make as much sense as it could. And even then, after rewriting, it would be out of order. Either way, one of us will have to redo their post. Edit: However, after giving some more thought on the subject, I'll go ahead and redo the post. As for the animal selection: I have no problems with you being a white tiger, mainly because you were the first to pick it. My problem (and it's not a very big one) is that there are now tigers in the group. If you wanted a big cat that wasn't a social animal, any of them would have worked, except for the lion. Of all the big cats, the lion is the only one that travels in a group. Well, I was thinking of a white leopard instead, but in the books there is only one snow-leopard were-hunter left alive today. I couldn't think of any other big cat affected by leftism that would have suited my purposes. And what are you complaining about? Now you'll have three big cats purring and rubbing themselves all over you ok, gotta go to work now, talk to y'all later Jedi_Khan said: after giving some more thought on the subject, I'll go ahead and redo the post. Click to expand... Although I appreciate the gentlemanly offer, it was my crappy Internet, therefore my mistake, so I edited my post accordingly. Oh, alright. Miracle said: Well, I was thinking of a white leopard instead, but in the books there is only one snow-leopard were-hunter left alive today. I couldn't think of any other big cat affected by leftism that would have suited my purposes. And what are you complaining about? Now you'll have three big cats purring and rubbing themselves all over you ok, gotta go to work now, talk to y'all later Click to expand... white lions lol Lions can be white? The magicians Siegfried and Roy have like 10 in their big cat menagerie in Las Vegas Oh. That is interesting. Yep. Not albinos just genetic deviation ranging from white to more like light cream color. A bit of trivia All the white tigers in the world live in captivity at the moment, and almost all the white lions - I only know of one case where white lions were released back into the wild, and that was in a semi-controlled reservation. White lions are often rejected by their pack members, because they're too visible when out hunting. They make their pack feel visible, exposed and weak. They're often the last to eat when the pack feeds, and sometimes they don't even get the empty carcasses. (They're just like Fury, the omega of the pack...) That's why nearly all are kept in captivity - it's to ensure their survival. Off to post since it's my turn Okay, whose turn is it now? Mine or Mir's? Whichever one of you wants to take it. Well, I'm going to head out to dinner shortly, so Mir...why don't you take it? It's 1 o'clock in the morning. a bit late for dinner, ain't it? 1 for you maybe and I normally eat dinner at 11-midnight lol. And it's seven pm here. Perfect time for dinner. Hey, Mir, is Del still sitting on Jeff's bed? Yep, she took the left side of the mattress Would it be possible for Del to pass out shortly after Andrei returns? It'll make things easier on her. Pass out, got it. Just have to mention, though, that if the collar could've been sawed off, Delaney would have gotten rid of it ages ago. That was the whole point of her conundrum - collar has to be yanked off, but there's an "only blue-colored can touch it" magic attached to it. I figured that it would be too dangerous for her to cut it off herself. Unless someone else did it, she could easily slice open her throat. Ahmm... but she could have gotten somebody else to do it. She had ten days, after all whatever you want to do with it is grand with me at this stage. I'll be passed out, after all could one of you make sure to touch me, though? On purpose, by accident, to hold me down while the collar's being cut off, whatever. Touch you how? You know Mir I just thought of something. We have yet to see one gay/lesbian were hunter in the series. I mean we have a gay Damon in one silent night, but that's it he-he Where'd that thought come from, Angel? You want to try something with Del? No. just a wild thought out of left field thanks to about 4 cups of coffee and one red bull I was thinking that myself the other day, as well... about the books, not about Mimi and Delaney, Jedi, you gutter-minded personanyhoo, there you go, Delaney's out cold, and you can all proceed with the sawing. Touch you how? Click to expand... I don't know, whilst sawing hold her down, touch her shoulder, brush her hair off her face...your characters, you think of something.I'm going to get something to eat in the meantime...ps for angel: which character in the books is responsible for the quote in my signature? Good idea. And another idea out of FAR left field. Jeff, Del, and Mimi = disaster in the making. Jeff, Mimi, andDel? I don't even want to contemplate the difficulties of that little triangle. Good thing Andrei is there to temper things a bit. Lol as I said FAR left field. Three people who don't necessarily like and or trust each other have hot wild monkey sex after a LOT of booze (no other way this would happen) and end up mated to each other. Mind you they could all refuse, but in that stretch of time they have to decide? Or hell the next morning, waking up in a tangle of naked limbs, or rather two sets of naked limbs and one giant kitty. That wasn't quite what I had in mind, Mir, but that'll work. And how is it possible to sense the presence of a collar? Jedi_Khan said: That wasn't quite what I had in mind, Mir, but that'll work. And how is it possible to sense the presence of a collar? Click to expand... assuming her hyper sense of smell allows her to smell the metal? AngelofDeath said: lol as I said FAR left field. Three people who don't necessarily like and or trust each other have hot wild monkey sex after a LOT of booze (no other way this would happen) and end up mated to each other. Mind you they could all refuse, but in that stretch of time they have to decide? Or hell the next morning, waking up in a tangle of naked limbs, or rather two sets of naked limbs and one giant kitty. Click to expand... Ugh... Jeff would need some serious psychological help after that. AngelofDeath said: assuming her hyper sense of smell allows her to smell the metal? Click to expand... Metal has a smell? And even if it did, wouldn't have been covered by the combined scents of Andrei, Mimi, Jeff, and just about everybody else in the Red Room? Seems like we've got the makings of a synchronized orgy Hera dunno, angel, although I have to say Delaney would like to rattle Jeff's too composed cage a little bit. As for Andrei...she'd rather get right into that cage with him and let her inner tigress out to play Sorry, Jeff, I really wanted to give you what you asked for, but do you think that smart-ass Delaney agreed to lie down and play dead kitty for me? No way, she said, so I had to compromise somehow...as for the collar - my explanation is that having been raised among Kalahari tigers, and due to her powers and some serious training (due in turn to paranoia and mistrust), Delaney can sense the magical vibrations of the collar. That's also how she knew what animals you guys could turn into just a few moments after meeting you. She basically senses power. Hey Mir did it I want just assuming that's how she knew. Interesting. I had no idea that an inanimate object could be sensed like that. Oh, well. Think of it like supernatural synesthesia, instead of being able to tell you what the color blue tastes like or what color the sound of a dog barking is she can smell metal. I mean it has a taste so why not as scent as well? Um, okay. Internet acting up again actually I had something a bit different in mind.in theory all stones, metals and minerals are supposed to emit vibrations. Humans are supposed to be able to feel these vibrations, all we have to do is tune ourselves to the "frequency".the simplest way to explain that would be stone therapy. It's when you go to a posh spa, and they put different kind of stones in certain points of your body. It's used for healing, relaxation, meditation etc. etc also, birthstones are supposed to send vibrations that encourage a certain feeling. We have stones for healing, good luck, love and harmony, magnetic bracelets to help soothe arthritis pains, silver rings to stop your snoring etc. etc don't know how much of this theory is actually true, but I liked the idea of all things leaving an imprint, and I thought, hey, why not have a power that enables you to sense and connect with those vibrations?PS: hey, Delaney sat down on Jeff's bed so that he didn't have to move too much, with his injured leg and all, and what does she get for her troubles? Unceremoniously dumped on another bed, that's what!!! I hope that the collars have little hinge on them, so they can be removed. I would assume so. They have never really been described in detail, just what they do. Thhe collar described in raven's book doesn't have a hinge, or a catch, Dušan has to yank on it really hard, and when it opens it just appears broken my turn to post, is it? In a few seconds, it will be your turn. Okie dogie folks, I'm off to bed as I have to work in the morning...MMM...I mean, in about 3 hours. Nightie nightie! Good night. Don't you mean...good morning? Lol its not morning til you have gone to bed and gotten back up to start the day AngelofDeath said: lol its not morning til you have gone to bed and gotten back up to start the day Click to expand... That's right. Besides, mornings don't really exist for me. I know the feeling *looks at coffee pot* Angel, I do believe that it is your turn. Friends, alter egos, and all you other characters out there... How do you catch a very tiny, very fast and extremely slippery mouse? I'm serious, we've been chasing a mouse around the room for the past hour and a half, tried barricading him in, cheese, trapping him into a corner.nothing worked Set a trap and leave the room for a few hours. Now the question is, do you want the mouse alive or dead? That'll determine the type of trap you set. Alive, please, I'd hate to have TU hurt the poor bugger Then you need to go down to your local hardware store, buy a live capture trap, some bait, and then return to the room, set the trap, and go see a double feature at the local cinema. There's a good chance that by the time you get back, the mouse will be caught. Oh, and cover the trap with like a blanket or something; mice like dark little hide-holes, so covering the trap will increase its effectiveness. Oh, and don't use cheese. I believe that is a common misconception. Use nuts, like almonds and pecans. It's 3 o'clock in the morning here, so the hardware store will have to wait until tomorrow. And what's a double feature? Two movies for the price of one. The whole point is to get away for a while so the little crumb snatcher feels safe to explore You can't be...oh, wait, you're in Ireland. Never mind. Anyways, a double feature is when you go to a movie theater and see two movies for the price of one. They were rather prevalent here in the U.S. before, I think, 1970. The idea was that on a weekend you'd go to the movie theater, buy a ticket, and get to see two movies. If you can't find a double feature, go to dinner then a movie, or vice versa, anything that'll keep you out of the house for more than two hours. AngelofDeath said: two movies for the price of one. The whole point is to get away for a while so the little crumb snatcher feels safe to explore Click to expand... Um, thanks for explaining Angel. I guess I just provided some extra info. Yeah, we don't have double features in Ireland, but we do have a cinema unlimited card (unlimited movies for 20euro a month)in the meantime, I can hear the little feller scurrying around behind the couch. I hope he's ok under there...I believe it's Jeff's turn to post... You'd be surprised at how well a mouse can deal with things. Trust me, it'll be fine. Just ignore the little bugger, and when the hardware store opens, go buy the trap and do as suggested. Anyways, a question about wars. It seems that Catamarans are animal form during the day, human by night. I take it the opposite is true for Arcadian's, unless they were to exert energy to not change at night? Do they have to continuously exert energy through the night in order to not change or is it just a one-time deposit sorta deal? Nope Arcadian's got all the goodies without having to be forced to shift between forms. The only time they would burn energy would be to change during the day as human is the base form, and for Katharina animal. Nighttime is the great equalizer so to speak. The Arcadian don'thave to assume their animal form at night, it's just easier for them to change at nighttime that during the day, the same as its easier for Kalahari to be human at might than during the day-time. I think that's because their ancestors were spotlights spliced with animal traits. Apollites being creatures of the night, they gave Arcadian's and Kattagaris the ability to perform more magic at nighttime than during the day. That's why both species transform easier at nighttime, and why they also time-travel under the light of the full moon. Oh, so there is no real benefit for Jeff to change to his wolf form then, right? I was under the impression that by changing, he would converse energy and possibly heal faster. Not for him no because he's an Arcadian. If he were Catamaran he'd benefit from it but as it stands he'd be wasting energy. When you're injured you revert to your base form. Say if Mimi got shot, she could probably hold the change off long enough to get out of public, but she'd eventually shift back to her adorable kitty self Okay. That helps. Oh, and here's Jeff's wolf form: Arcadian's might be physically strong in their animal forms, but they can't wield their magic very well unless in their natural form. And in any case, if he were to revert to his animal form, he would change right back to his base form when he falls asleep. Nice wolfiewhat about his falcon form?PS: I have got to start typing faster lol. It's ok Mir. Now if Jedi would be as so kind as to post. I'm working on it. Both getting the falcon form and the post. Post is up, and here's the image: Ok, this is the closest I could find that would look like my character... Picture her with reddish-blond hair instead of black and you've got Delaney Xenon. Angel, would the Red Room have communal or private showers? Basically, Andrei needs to decide on where to take Del, either drop her off with Mimi, so Del can use Mimi's shower, or drop her off at the other shower and then go fetch Mimi. There is a group bath. Mimi just happens to have her own private bath. Kitty like her privacy. Right...okay. Thanks. Jedi_Khan said: Andrei needs to decide on where to take Del Click to expand... Andrei can...MMM...take Delaney anywhere he likes as long as he does it after bathing and feeding her Oh, Andrei is a gentleman, just like all the men of the Kattalakis family. He's not about to bathe Del. No, he's going to drop her off with Mimi while he gets some food ready and have it waiting when she gets done. You know what, I just finished the reply for Andrei, and it's only two sentences long. Angel, why don't you do the honors? And if you want proof, or an explanation, here's the post:"Andrei simply made an affirmative noise, still not wanting to inhale too often. He felt that in Delaney’s condition, the group bath in the Red Room wouldn’t be such a good idea, so he carried her down the hall and did his best to knock on Mimi’s door." Yeah, not one of my best pieces of writing. *laughs* and you really think Mimi is going to bathe her? Lol more like drown here. Hehehe All Andrei has to do is not look down he-he. Ah, well Mimi can just take it out of his hide for interrupting her bath He doesn't have to interrupt. Delaney could have easily been out for more than an hour, plenty of time for Mimi to soak. Besides, Andrei has a feeling that once Del is cleaned up some, she may get rather frisky, and he ain't interested at the moment, but he might be interested once he's gotten use to Del. Like I said, he's a gentleman. Just have the big lug fill up the bathtub and dump her in it, so she doesn't have to stand up for long, then come back after an hour or so with a nice big juicy steak. That'll make her purrrrrrrrrr..... And Delaney wouldn't get frisky that easily. She enjoys a rub and a scratch behind her ears when in kitty-form, but she'd probably chew her own arm off rather than risk being mated by the Fates You never know what might happen. I just watched the trailer for the new Star Trek movie that's coming out this summer. I have a feeling that a lot of Trekkie will be upset. *snorts* Helene again tiger/hawk/wolf babies lolhmmm can't even think of a good combo name Sighs I suppose I'll go save Andrei from Del's stank butt Am I assuming that Delaney got into the bathtub herself, or is Andrei still lurking around with her in his arms? And now for a little angst/drama Pooh, am on the edge of my seat in anticipation.btw, didn't we get a new addition to the RP yesterday? I hope we haven't scared her off already... Good grief, you two have been busy. Yes Charlie Brown we have. And I have no clue where Blue is. OK, master Jedi, angel's doing unspeakable things with Stephan in his soundproofed room, Delaney's eating and listening to Andrei snore, it's your turn to play now Hmm...how about little meeting with a couple other members of KPC who had come to check up on Jeff? Perhaps a member of the Gerakin side of the family? Or more of the Los side of the family? Lol sounds good. Okay, so I got the approval of the person who is too busy elsewhere to be involved in this little meet and greet. Mir, how about you? Jedi_Khan said: Okay, so I got the approval of the person who is too busy elsewhere to be involved in this little meet and greet. Mir, how about you? Click to expand... brat AngelofDeath said: brat Click to expand... Yep. The girl has needs ya know lol No...really? Who'the thunk? Jedi_Khan said: Okay, so I got the approval of the person who is too busy elsewhere to be involved in this little meet and greet. Mir, how about you? Click to expand... mmm...isn't it a little early to meet the family?only kidding, sure, go ahead, just...do they have to wake up the smart ass? Miracle said: mmm...isn't it a little early to meet the family? Only kidding, sure, go ahead, just...do they have to wake up the smart ass? Click to expand... Which smart ass? And no, they will both sleep until close to dawn, unless you happen to wake Andrei. Jedi_Khan said: No...really? Who'the thunk? Click to expand... keep it up and Jeff's going to end up alone with her when she's in heat. AngelofDeath said: keep it up and Jeff's going to end up alone with her when she's in heat. Click to expand... Oh, the horror. Oohh sarcasm. Me like he-he Sorry that took so long, considering how short it is, but I got distracted. So yeah, Mir, Del is about to meet Carlos and Manuel. Short and sweet.ps: this is why Delaney doesn't want a mate Miracle said: short and sweet. Ps: this is why Delaney doesn't want a mate Click to expand... see this is why I like commercials from other countries. You would NEVER see that ad running in the states. Hell its bad enough they pulled the two condom company ads that did use to be up all the time. Though I know for a fact Trojan is working on a new on, though being a bit iffy on the content Got enough smilies there, Angel? I see kitty is pleased...here's another one, and man, that guy is H.o.t. Jedi, who are the two boy scouts that just came in the in primary door? You'll find out soon enough. Night you two. Busy day tomorrow/today Good night Angel. See you tomorrow. 'Night Angel. Think I'll go Eddie-byes as well in a while...nearly 10am already This next post shall be my last for the night. I need my sleep, considering it is almost 5 am here, several hours past my preferred bedtime. I would suggest you go to bed as well. The fact that you're tired is becoming evident in your posts. I know, I should go get my sleepier, my typing contains waaaaaaay to many errors, and I'm running on pure adrenalin, but I promised my friend I'd help her finish this huge psychology paper she'd work on, and I can't let her down just because I'm a little bit tired see was all later. Evening. So... Nikola chases out anyone who isn't a resident. Does that include Carlos and Manuel? And shall we just cut to dawn? Well he knows Carlos and Manuel are there for Jeff. The KPC get a no boot to the ass come dawn card lol. And yes sounds like a plan. We'll see what Mir thinks. AngelofDeath said: well he knows Carlos and Manuel are there for Jeff. The KPC get a no boot to the ass come dawn card lol. And yes sounds like a plan. We'll see what Mir thinks. Click to expand... One-dokie. This has been a very long day, so yeah, dawn sounds fine with me, I see you have discovered Invisible Mode, Mir. Enjoying it, are you? By the way, you have more than a hundred posts, you should be able to put up your own AV now. The IOC board is haunted by people who are here, but aren't here lol like me, who is - am - by some weird accident of nature - invisible?PS: what's the point of being invisible anyway, if it says "Miracle is invisible" in your status? I mean, really... Ah, you've returned to the visible world. Did you have fun? No, it was a surprisingly bland experience...avatar selected. You like? Very nice. Hey Mir did that link work for you? Miracle said: No, it was a surprisingly bland experience...avatar selected. You like? Click to expand... Nice. What is it? Umm, a girl?...I don't know if you're familiar with the concept link works, yep, I'm not going to read it though until Sunday. One Silent Night arrives on Saturday, can't wait!!PS: remember a few days ago, I asked you if you know what DH character says "This is my bad psychotic delusion Ada-yada-yada"? Miracle said: Umm, a girl?...I don't know if you're familiar with the concept Click to expand... I know it's a girl, but it's obviously artwork. Where is it from? Miracle said: PS: remember a few days ago, I asked you if you know what DH character says "This is my bad psychotic delusion Ada-yada-yada"? Click to expand... Nice and if you did my current cold has killed any memory of it. I know the quote is familiar can't think of who it is though. Oh, and be prepared to be shocked by the ending. It's by a Spanish guy called Luis Roy, he does the most amazing adult comics! I love his stuff, him and Victoria Frances are two of my favorite artists. So is one of you gonna post or are we going to sit around shooting the breeze all night? Delaney needs her sleep for as long as she can get it. Besides, it's Jeff's turn. He can wake her up too if he wants to I'm working on a post, but I'm a little distracted, so it'll take a bit longer. There, finally up. Again, it's not much, but it was necessary to move the story. Hey Mir don't know if you use Myspace, but I thought you might see this from Sherri's blog Some quick updates: If you haven't seen the excerpt from Dead After Dark, it went out yesterday. You can read it by going to the YearofAcheron.com website. This is Fury's story, and it has Park in it as well as Trace (Vane and Bride's son). Next up in Feb is Dream Warrior which we've been working on the promo for. The tagline is There's a new power in town... Jericho, Park and Jared will change the Dream-Hunter world forever. Delphine will change Jericho forever. It's an explosive book where things are seriously shaken up and there are a lot of surprises. You'll get to meet Park's son Bob and Jaden's master. Plus Acheson is in it too OOO and a new team that will play a big role in the coming books: The War Dogs. Six of the roughest Dark-Hunters ever created and yes one of them is the Amazon warrior Samoa. She's hysterical!! Then we're heading to Fang for the summer. Click to expand... what kind of name is BOB for a kid? Seriously lol Ayah, you guys... why're things so quiet around here? AngelofDeath said: what kind of name is BOB for a kid? Seriously lol Click to expand... I used to call my ex-bf's ding-dong Bobs: I got ON today...why do I have to be working all weekend? Things are quiet because people are busy in RL, like I am. Angel, would you be so kind as to hold off posting for a while until I've posted? Thanks. Was already planning to Hun Oh. Alright. Wait..."Hun"? Lol Post is up. Jeff had a little joke at Mimi's expense; he just had to. Hey, Delaney takes offense to that makeover comment Most people who need that much coffee in the more usually look terrible in the morning, so it was probably a safe assumption that Del would look worse. Nice joke and people wonder why Mimi hasn't eaten Jeff lol Think I'm off to bed, gotta go to work in five hours. Night, guys! It's a little early for you, isn't it Mir? Guess not Jedi_Khan said: It's a little early for you, isn't it Mir? Click to expand... Hey, I had to work on Saturday sucked!!! I was tired and grumpy and had to be in work again today as well. I needed my beauty sleep. Why, d'ya miss me? *puts away the drama crowbar.* oops...I think we started posting around the same time...poor Jeff, he's really getting an earful tonight, isn't he? You know, there is a very simple solution to all of this that no one other than me has probably thought of. Lol something like that he-he. And besides if he goes after Mimi now she's likely to pounce on him. As long as she doesn't spill his blood after all she's ok he-he. it's a small loophole but its there he-he what solution is that? Money. And the fact that...ah, hell, it'll be explained IC. Plus, Carlos was in the room with Jeff. It was Manuel and Andrei that left, you won't find them nearby either. Again, explained IC. well that should work with the Arcadian's anyway, well money that is he-he Del may be an unstoppable force, but Jeff's an unmovable object. What usually happens when two such people meet? Jedi_Khan said: Del may be an unstoppable force, but Jeff's an unmovable object. What usually happens when two such people meet? Click to expand... they end up in bed together having rough hot sex? AngelofDeath said: they end up in bed together having rough hot sex? Click to expand... That is a possibility, but not one that I had in mind. *puts video camera away* damn ok, it's 6 am and I'm exhausted. Since things don't seem to be progressing much tonight think I'm gonna head off to bed in a few minutes. Night, guys! And I just posted. Perfect timing, Mir. And Jeff has laid down the law! Yeah! Can't sleep. Back with a vengeance and postings: sorry for the 2 posts in a row, but I mightn't be online tonight. Made myself disappear for a few hours so you can do your thing while I'm gone Insomniacs unite! Apparently, Delaney thought that by offering to pay Mimi for the services of her staff included Jeff and the KPC. Oh, how very wrong she is. you two are evil. If I can stay up long enough I will post otherwise it's waiting another4-5 hours **cough** Well, Mimi said that Carlos and Manuel were good guys and would take care of her and all that crap. Since Mimi is in charge of the red room, Delaney thought it's best to address the query to her first, but then went and asked Jeff as well., as soon as she saw him I might add. If he wasn't such an ass, he could have set her straight instead of just saying no and then making her bag for an explanation as to why. She's new in town, she obviously didn't know who's boss, and since Mimi had treated her the nicest so far, she went to her with her queries. She included everybody in what she said to Mimi about payment, whether they work for Mimi or Jeff or whomever else - not that Jeff even bothered to listen to her.I think Jeff should cut her some slack, after all she could have demanded instead of asking him to lend her the two guys. Which she DIDN't 'T.she asked politely, and when the ass-crack just refused, and then wouldn't tell her why, she obviously got pissed off. I mean, if Jeff wanted to talk business, he could have just said ok, but we want payment for it and there are parameters involved. She was prepared to listen to that. But how he acted is just BAD BUSINESS PRACTICEdelaney thinks that Jeff should deal with his issues elsewhere, and quite frankly she believes he needs a good f... and for Mimi to rough him up a little bits: I'm not going to post again until you two catch up with me (it's 3-4 pm for Delaney, and she just got back to sanctuary with her sewer-smelling possessions) if I don't see you tonight, have a good one thanks Mir I have now coughed up a lung from laughing at that last bit he-he what can I say, I call it as I see it is would seem to me that part of this problem, or most of it actually, stems from my style of writing. When I write, I tend to write with a certain response to what I write in mind. I basically ask myself, "How would a reasonable/normal person respond to this?" In the situation that started this whole ordeal, I ended the post at Jeff saying no, with the idea in mind that a reasonable person would immediately ask for the reasons, rather than blow up like what Mimi and Delaney both did. Do the words feline, female and in heat mean anything to you, master Jedi?and you're in the world if the Were-Hunters... there is nothing normal about that Miracle said: do the words feline, female and in heat mean anything to you, master Jedi? And you're in the world if the Were-Hunters... there is nothing normal about that Click to expand... Yes, they mean hormonal, unpredictable, troublesome, and horny. Yes, not normal, as it would seem. *laughs* Laugh all you want Angel, but you know it's true. There's a saying: "If it uses gasoline or lipstick, it's going to give you trouble." It is very true. Such a guy thing to say. And for the record Mimi doesn't wear makeup Neither does Delaney, she is naturally gorgeous. Ok, men always say that women are the irrational ones, but then you guys act on weird misguided feelings of pride and so-called manhood." How would a reasonable/normal person respond to this?" Ok, howdoesareasonable/normal person react in what could be a profitable business situation?my scenario:client states needs. Business acknowledges needs and sets down parameters. Client acknowledges parameters and they negotiate. An agreement is made. Terms of agreement get carried out.Jeff's scenario:client states needs. Jeff categorically says no and expects client to ask for reasons why. Client refuses to do so. Jeff gets impatient and resorts to name-calling. Client decides to take business elsewhere It's not like the gym though everything is sectioned so you can have some privacy What?!!! I've never been in a gym in Ireland where the showers weren't proper cubicles, or stalls as you call them - walls, door, the whole shebang. Lol nothing like a long row of shower heads and nothing but steam blocking the good bits. Are you serious? How do you do it?PS: where's the Jedi gone? Scared him off, have we? Probably busy with school stuff. And for how everyone else does, I refuse to shower at the gym and its possible they have changed to stalls, men like always when in the company of other straight naked men; eyes up and never down. I'm still around. Just waiting on an opportunity to get back in. you could tell us how your day at the KPC office has been so far, regal us with stories of Andrei and the two hot Spanish cousins etc. Um, how about I wait until Del shows up at KPC HQ and have her see Jeff talking some business on the phone? ah, I see my turn again he-he Is it really necessary todriveover to KPC HQ? I mean, it's a block or two away from the Red Room, easily within walking distance. She doesn't want to walk Okay. Does Jeff have a secretary, and what does his office look like? All that and some more will be answered when I post, which unfortunately will not be tonight. Maybe tomorrow, but don't get your hopes up, tomorrow is going to a rather busy day for me. The rest of the week might be iffy as well, but we'll see. Good night. Angel, d'you remember a few days ago when we were talking about the fact that SK doesn't have any gay characters? Well, Zoe's gay...remember in Dark Side of the Moon when they had the DH and Squire meeting in the Serengeti? Hehe I meant gay were-hunters lol. But yeah I remember Zoe. Aawwwruined all my fun. Sorry Hun. Angel, how are you doing? Many things go bump in the night, but it would seem that this thread is not one of them. Hey guys sorry I've been so out of touch with ... mmm virtual reality lately, holidays, illness and life interferedanyhoos, I'm ready to start things over if and when you are. I'll post a suitable continuation sometimes tomorrow when I get more computer time, if you guys are up for it.so how was everybody's Christmastime? Busy busy busy. AngelofDeath said: busy busy busy. Click to expand... So, what else is new? Ummmmm we have a new president? Yeah, it's kinda hard to not notice that little tidbit of info. I've been wondering if there is anything else news-worthy going on, other than the new prey. So, Angel, long time no see. What have you been up to? Work and life in general. And of course keeping warm Let's see...you're in Maine, yes? Yeah, I can see how staying warm can take up a lot of time up there. Well, hello there, Mir. Long time, no see. How are you? Hello to you too, master Jedi. Long time no see, um...read. Yes, I'm still alive and kicking(I even survived my b-day party last night...) Ah, happy birthday, Mir. Hope the party went well. T'was lovely, thanks. Food, drink, good friends, and lots and lots of soaked-in-alcohol-birthday cake and what have you been up to? Oh, not much. Just been watching some movies, playing video games, reluctantly doing homework for my classes. You know, the usual college student thing. Just thought I'd revive this a little bit...angel and Jedi, want to come out and play again? Wow, long time no see, Mir. What do you been up to? Not much, really. Broke up with the boyfriend, moved house, working mad hours and 50-80hour-weeks, started smoking again after two and a half years of quitting, and yesterday I went to see the prodigy and oasis what have you been doing with yourself? .... Nothing compared to that. And nothing in general. So...who wants to keep playing, then? oh, my sweet Jesus. How did I miss this thread?! Ive read (repeatedly and not to mention own) *all* the Sherrill Kenyon books!!! Is it too late to join? If necessary I will consider begging lolMireille: I love your signature. Bride was great fun. My favorite part is where she has Vane's mother in a cage and tells her if she ever comes near her mate or her again she will skin her while she screams I'm game to keep playing, Mir. Just wondering what's become of Angel. Well, hello there Malika. You're welcome to join, after Angel comes back. Well I am back just been off in other areas racing havoc. Willing to continue the story Angel? Of course Anybody alive? Yeah, I'm still lurking. Giving Mir time to return. Hey guys! I'm sorry, life just keeps intruding... Jeff, Delaney isn't Kalahari. She's a bit of a freak of nature, actually. Half-Arcadian, half-Spotlight and Very good at masking her scent Oh. Sorry about that. Time must've confused me at little. Sheesh, it's been a loooooooong time since I've been around. Angel's poor baby thread has obviously been lost and abandoned. Anybody out here willing to...MMM...resurrect the dead, so to say? *groans as he stretches, accompanied by some ominous bodily popping* Powwow. Damn, inactivity hurts like hell.

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The Thief and the Curse ( reserved for Zydrate)

Racing along the rooftops of the west district of New Chicago, John Steele found himself at the top of the New Jones tower staring down at his quarry building. He picked up his grapple gun and aimed it for the other side of the street and fired. A steel cable and thick iron arrow pierced through the night smashing into the wall of the building. Four large hooks pierced out, locking it in place. Once secured to the other side, he slapped his harness on the cable, grabbed his bag and leapt off the building! The harness rode the cable all the way to the other side... and he landed safely in place. He dropped to his knee, pulled out a small fanny like pack from the bigger black bag and pushed it onto his waist. He crammed the big bag into an air duct as quickly as he could. John glanced back through the darkness at the thought that he might have heard something. He discarded the idea as his nerves as he turned his attention back to his prize. John was a Cat Burger by trade, stealing high-end antiquities for resell on the black market and made a very tidy profit on his efforts. He heard of this new cat in town who was supposedly loaded with lots of treasures and decided to give his residence a try! He picked the lock quickly and slipped into the hallway of the residence. Furthermore, he was perfect at making himself near completely invisible even so far as to hide from three separate bodyguards three separate times. No one had any clue that he was even in the house. After a quick search of the place, he found a room that had an electronic lock built into the door handle. Knowing the guards would be coming by at random intervals, he decided to try a different avenue. He moved to the next room over, which turned out to be a smaller bedroom of this penthouse and began tapping on the walls of the room. He found what he was looking for and quickly pulled out a laser pen and started carving a hole right through the wall. When the sheet rock fell away, he slipped through the wall and found himself inside a vault. There were dozens of items of interest to him, and he began to pick and choose things he liked... including what looked like a rare 1756 ragtime style doll which he happened to know would bring him in 6 figures easy. Once he was done with his haul... he slipped out of the room... only to find himself in a world of trouble! Two bodyguards stood there weapons levelled at him! He made his move quickly and pressed a panel on his glove and a moment later, a white powder exploded into their faces leaving them screaming! He turned tail and ran, but quickly found himself being shot at by several other guards! What kind of fucking place was this anyway!?!?!? He noted more than a dozen women in his penthouse as well... nearly all nearly naked or naked as kicked through the front door of the penthouse and raced to the emergency stairs on the outside of the building! He would not be able to get back to the roof to use his glider, so he would just have to come back for it later! As he dropped from floor to floor, 5 guards took chase of him, including what he supposed was the owner of the place. He was a tall bald Dark skinned man wearing a white suit with tiger print fur, a brim hat that matched and white boots! He was a pimp if John had ever seen one. He found as he got closer to the ground, more guards approached from below, cutting off his exit! Furthermore, he glanced up the fire escape and then down... only having one other alternative left! Furthermore, he leapt off the escape to the dumpsters below! Furthermore, he felt an audible crack in his ribs as he hit hard and then jumped up, checking to see if he still had his loot and then climbed out of the dumpster and raced down the alley! One of the guards stopped his pursuit and took aim of the thief and fired!!!! The pain was excruciating as the bullet pierced John's stomach! He stumbled forward and then barely managed to keep upright and staggered around the corner! He found himself facing a convenient store on the corner and quickly ducked into it! Stinking of Fitch, blood seeping from his stomach, and desperation in his eyes, he knew he hit the end of the road as he glanced around the room begging,"HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!! HELP!!!!!!" AL'S CORNER STORE {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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She never had more than twenty-five dollars in the register and liquor wasn't sold past a certain time every night. There were a couple of regulars that came in, but all they came in was for cigarettes and the occasional porn magazine. Torry was in the candy aisle, restocking when she heard something that sounded like gunshots. Of course, she didn't pay any mind because that was a typical thing to be hearing at night. And besides, it was probably just a car backfiring somewhere. She thought nothing of it as she stood from her kneeling position and picked up the box of left over candy. She walked toward the front of the store and set the box on the counter. Just as she turned around, the door to the store was literally thrown open and the customer counter bell sang its little song, indicating someone had entered the store. It was someone alright. Some tall man dressed in black, holding his stomach and clearly out of breath. Sorry couldn't help but scream. But it wasn't because of the size of the guy or if he had other intentions, but she screamed because she could see where his hand was holding, and it was wet."HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!! HELP!!!!!!""Oh, shit!!!" Sorry cried out as the man practically fell into her arms, almost causing her to fall down with him. But luckily, she had good leverage, and she heard him grunt with pain as he tried to steady himself against her and not fall on her. "What the hell?!" She exclaimed in surprise as he seemed to push her away from the front window of the store and back behind the counter. For someone in as terrible of shape he was in, he was strong enough to push her around. He also stunk like crap! It wasn't until they were behind the counter that he seemed to finally fall on the floor. Sorry did what she could to make his fall as gentle as possible. It was then she noticed her hands and her white smock were covered in blood! His blood. She could smell the blood and held herself from gagging at the sight and smell. She was on her knees next to the man and practically hyperventilating, "Hey, what happened?!" She asked frantically. It was obvious he had been shot which of course explained the blood--and the loud popping she had heard earlier!! Oh, shit! Torry tried to stay calm as she looked down at the man, who looked like he was trying to say something to her. He tried several times to say something, but he couldn't talk too well, he was in too much pain. Instead of still trying to talk, he shoved something into Sorry's hands. She looked down at what he gave her, and she looked back at him with a puzzled look on her face. But it was too late as he wasn't moving or breathing hard anymore. Name: Victoria (aka Sorry) Ross Age: 22 Hair/Eyes: Dirty Blond/Blue Height/Weight: 5'7"/115 pounds​ Steele suddenly found himself in the most unusual of positions. He was standing right next to this young woman and to his shock... his own body! His eyes widened as he looked at the woman stumbling back... dropping the little doll he had given her as he died and said, "Hey! Hello!" He waved his hands in front of her face and she ignored him as if she was not even there."HEY!!!!" Steele said again as he tried to touch her shoulder... only to find in shock and his hand passed right through her flesh! He recoiled in horror as he looked back and said, "What the fuck is going on?!?!?!" He glanced up at the site of two armed guards crossing the street to the convenience store, and he said, "RUN!!! NOW!!!!" She couldn't hear him but to his surprise, she reached down, picked up the doll and walked back to the counter stuffing it under the desk. The guards burst in, weapons levelled at the corpse, and then they turned their attention to the woman and quickly lowered their guns and put them in their holsters. One of them said, "Sorry ma'am. This man was a thief and was caught stealing." One of the men knelt down and checked Steele's body and said, "Here is most of it. The Catania is not on him."The other guard looked up at the woman and said, "Did he give you anything before he died?" Steele watched the woman shake her head in fear and the guard said, "He might have lost it in that dumpster he fell into. Let's go check that." He walked to the woman, who sat on the stool behind the cabinet trembling and wished he could hold her, hug her, thank her somehow... But all he could do was stand by her... as she called the police and put the incident on file. It wasn't until around noon the following night that Sorry was finally able to go home. She was interrogated by the police and all she could give them was the same answers over and over. It was like she was somehow to blame for all this when she wasn't. The store would be closed until the investigation was over so that meant Sorry would have an unexpected vacation for the next few days. She had no complaints. She needed some time to take everything that just happened in. Something deep down had told her not to forget the doll the man had given her just before he died. So with careful planning she got the doll and shoved it in her purse before she was given the OK to leave.******The drive back to her place seemed longer than she would've liked. Yet the whole trip home, she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her. When Sorry got back to her apartment she was absolutely beat. She staggered to her bedroom and threw her bag on the chair next to her bed. Her blood soaked smock was left at the store, and she was kind of glad that none leaked through onto her own clothes. As her bag fell, the rag doll tumbled out and so Sorry picked it up. She collapsed onto her bed and sighed. What a night. She studied the doll and her face was confused as she wondered what the big deal of this doll was. It didn't look valuable at all. It just looked old. Although it was sort of cute in a raggedly way. She set it next to her on her pillow and her eyes closed as she finally fell into a restless sleep. Steele recalled vaguely watching his corpse zipped up in a mortician's body bag and hauled away. So why wasn't he going with his body. He recalled his mother a long time ago talking about heaven and hell. He looked all around, expecting some kind of light to take him away... or that horrible Grim Reaper with the sickle! Furthermore, he expected something... but nothing happened. He kept watching the girl being interrogated over and over and eventually given the okay to leave. For some reason he was drawn to follow her... particularly when he spotted her sneaking the doll into her purse and then leaving. The car ride home was most unusual. He sat down in the passenger seat and looked at her as she drove home. He reached out to her as the drove on and found himself passing right through her flesh... though for an instant there was a tiny shock which caused her eye to twitch slightly a few times. His eyes widened as he realized that he had made connection... somehow and ever so briefly. He sat quietly trying to figure out what was going on to him till she pulled into her place, and he followed her to the apartment. He found her playing with the doll once more before going to sleep with the doll in hand. Furthermore, he let his eyes set on the doll and realized that there was far more to it than just a doll. He walked towards her and the toy and moved his hands towards it... reaching to it.... Just as he got a few inches from it... moving slowly as he was, he screamed when the doll itself turned its head on its own and hissed hard at him! He stumbled back and blinked... only to find the doll exactly as it had been and untouched. Fear and anger was pent-up inside that thing, and suddenly he felt it throbbing through his psyche like a never ending headache! He walked back to the back of the room and stared at them... closing his eyes a moment... and for some odd reason... time leapt forward to the point in which she was just waking up... It was early evening when Sorry finally woke up. The thing is, she didn't wake up naturally, she woke up feeling like something was still watching her. Before she could think about it more, her cellphone rang. Groaning as she got up, Sorry grabbed her phone and saw it was a blocked number. She didn't think anything too much of it as she answered, "Hello?" Her voice was still a little rough after having just woke up." Hello, Ms. Ross?" the voice sounded odd. Very accented. Again, she thought nothing of it." This is she, who is this?"" Ahh, Ms. Ross, I'm with the police department and was wondering if we could come over and ask you a few more questions."" More questions? Listen, I told you all that I know!" Why would they want to ask her more? Hadn't she been interrogated enough?" These questions seem mundane Ms. Ross, but they are mandatory. You did promise us full cooperation." Torry sighed and nodded, "Fine. I understand."" What is your address?" She didn't think about it as she told them her address again, even though they should've had it on record already--right?" Thank you Ms. Ross, we will be there in 10 minutes." When the call ended, Sorry threw her phone on the bed and that's when she noticed the doll again. She picked up the little ragged doll and sighed as she placed it in her purse before heading out to the living area of her shared apartment. Her roommate, thank goodness, was out of town for the week, and she needed that time to be alone. She contemplated on calling her parents and telling them what happened, surprised that they hadn't called yet since she was positive this had made the news. Steele experienced the scariest thing he had ever encountered to date... save for the actually watching of himself die! He heard ever single word of both ends of that phone conversation! He knew that it was not the police on the other end! It was that immigrant well-to-do, and it scared the hell out of him! If he got that doll... fuck that... if he got the girl... he could never forgive himself!!! He got her in this situation, and he had to get her out of it! He yelled out,"RUN!!!! RUN!!!!!!! Get out of here!!!"he waved his hands fruitlessly in front of her, passing his arms through her trying to get her to hear him which of course was useless! He heard the sound of the elevator open as Victoria turned walked into the bathroom a moment and turned on the hot water to wash her face! He ran to the door, grabbed at the door handle which of course he passed through and then said,"SHIT... I hate this ghost crap!" He counted from 5 backwards and then stepped through the door... into the hallway. Three men, including the immigrant himself were at the elevator trying to decide which way to go. They had about 25 doors to discern which meant about 3 minutes! He turned and returned to the apartment! He found Victoria in the bathroom washing her face, and he yelled again,"Please! RUN! They will kill you if they find you with doll!!!!" She did not hear him, and it was killing him with frustration. He had to get a message through! He got one hair brained idea, and he prayed to whatever maker there was out there that it would work. As she leaned down to rinse of her face, he went to scribbling on the bathroom mirror in the steam covered glass! As she looked up her eyes went wide as his message was received!'RUN! NOT COPS! RUN NOW!' Sorry reeled back in horror when she read what was on the mirror. She backed into the towel rack as she stared disbelievingly at the words. How she knew the words had just been written was because she saw the dot of the exclamation form in the mirror, and she knew she wasn't imagining things. Her roommate had been out of town for the past few days and no one else had access to their apartment. That's when she heard the pounding on the front door. It wasn't the polite knocking of someone at the door but the more 'I'm coming in no matter what!' type of knock. Quickly, Sorry ran from the bathroom and busted through her bedroom door. She grabbed her bag, not realizing she left her cellphone on the bed. She then ran through the hall to her roommate's room where the fire escape was. Yanking the window open, Sorry stepped onto the escape just as she heard gunshots and the sound of wood being kicked in. Quickly she worked her way down from the third floor until she was in the alley. Sorry had a feeling that she shouldn't just burst out of the alley and onto the street so she carefully made her way toward the street. She stopped at the corner of the building and peeked around--there was no one but something told her not to take a chance on that. Deep down Sorry had a feeling she had to get away now. Bursting into a full run and moving between people on the street, Sorry's mind raced, and she was in trouble; she just couldn't figure out why. After running about 3 blocks away, Sorry stopped, she needed to call someone. The police perhaps? No. With the way they interrogated her after that incident at the store, no. She had to go somewhere else--but where? Steele found himself standing next to her as she hit the pavement as leapt off the fire escape. He watched her take off running and dart out around the corner and down the street. He glanced up the fire escape and noted one of the guards glancing out the window... but not seeing anything unusual he tucked back into the apartment. Steele breathed a sigh of relief and turned and took off after Sorry. He found her wandering the streets in a half daze. He knew she was scared out of her mind, and he didn't blame her in any way. Furthermore, he brought this on her, and now she was carrying his mission... whether she wanted it or not. Why did he have to take that damn doll? He stood in front of her and waved his hands in front of her face, for which she ignored as she walked through him and on..."HEY! Listen to me! You can go to my apartment! HEY!!!" He yelled into her ear as loud as he could, though he knew she did not hear. He glanced over at a coin operated laundromat and noted that there front store windows was covered in steam from the heat of the machines fighting the chill of evening air. Furthermore, he raced to it and quickly wrote on the window:4241 East First Apt 4He turned to see her eyes wide and her color fading from her skin! She reached up and wiped off the words and he cursed. What would she do? Panic and run? Listen to him and go there? Something else? He wrote down on the last section of window he could find:Key in Gnome Safe house As Sorry watched the words appeared telling her about the gnome. Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she looked around. The street was nearly empty except for a few passersby. No one was around to write on the window and no one saw it. It was then she got an idea. She turned on her heel and walked in the general direction that would take her to 1st street. It was still a walkaway, but it wasn’t like she something more to do at the moment. She needed answers, and she needed them now.“OK,” she said in a low voice, “I know you can hear me so when I get to your place, we’re going to have a little talk, just you and me.” She said as she continued on. Oh yes, they needed to talk.******When Sorry got to the apartment, she felt a little weird, like she was snooping around in a place she shouldn’t be. Outside the building were several little statues but no gnome. It took a few more minutes and she finally found it. Turning over the little gnome, he had a carved out section just under his feet and there it was, a shiny silver key peeking out where one could barely see it only if they were really looking for it. She grabbed it and put it back in place. It was already getting dark out as Sorry made her way inside the building and to the second floor. The apartment was easy enough to find so she entered, still feeling like she wasn’t supposed to be here. As she opened the door, the lights turned on automatically. At this point, nothing surprised her as she closed the door behind her and locked it. There was a chain lock also so she slid that into place too. She wanted so much to look around but at the same time, she wanted answers. Walking into the living area of the apartment, which was surprisingly huge, Sorry took a seat on the couch. She saw the coffee table had a glass top, but it was cluttered so she neatly took the items off the top and set them aside. A few more minutes passed and she was ready. Digging into her bag, she sighed loudly as she pulled the rag doll out and tossed it on the chair next to the couch. She had forgotten that she put it in her bag before those men had chased her out of her place. Finally, she found what she was looking for, a small bottle of hand lotion that she immediately squeezed the contents onto the top of the table. “We could do this with steam but as it is, I have no patience for what I want to find out, so—“ Sorry smeared the lotion all over the table-top until it left a thin layer, “we’re going to talk now…..” She took a deep breath as she tried to relax herself, “All right, now, what is your name and why are you following me?” Steele thought to himself, "Very smart little girl... Okay... let's see if I can do this..." He interlaced his fingers together a moment, cracked his knuckles and then moved a hand to the table, using just a finger tried to write his name. At first... nothing happened... for several minutes, he tried again and again to write his name... He stopped and said, "What am I doing wrong?" He thought about it for several minutes and then realized that the first time, she was in great danger and the second time, his adrenaline was pumping overtime... at least... he thinks it was... do dead people even have adrenaline anymore? He jumped up and down, tried to envision her naked, tried to envision the danger she was in! His eyes settled on the doll, which had an evil black darkness surrounding it. Its dark head shifted towards him and fire burned in its eyes... There was something horrible dark about this thing. He felt his heart raise and then turned his attention to the lotion on the table. He closed his fist and pointed his finger to the table. Furthermore, he didn't feel anything as his finger manipulated the lotion, as if all his nerve endings had been severed. He wrote:STEELE NEED MY HELP. DOLL IMPORTANT"Come on... come on.... work with me..." I say... With her hands steepled under her chin, Sorry waited and watched. She was patient as she whispered, "Come on, come on." Then after what seemed like an eternity, words started to appear on the table, just as she hoped. Even though she was expected it, Sorry still felt her heart skip a beat as she saw the words from in front of her. When she saw the doll was important, she looked over at the chair where the doll was sticking halfway out of her bag. She scooted over and got the doll, "This little thing is important?" She said, mostly to herself. "Are you sure?" It was then that the doll suddenly came to life, and it seemed that the more Sorry stared at it, studied it, it seemed to move on its own. Its eyes fired up, and its face seemed to have an evil look that she couldn't explain. Sorry wanted to let go but couldn't, she just couldn't stop staring at it. It seemed to have her in a trance as thoughts of the night before were conjured up in her mind. As if in fast-forward, the previous night's actions played out, but then it all stopped as suddenly as it started. But something happened that shocked Sorry more than before, more than seeing someone die in her arms, more than being hunted by those men. She saw time go backwards. A time that she wasn't aware of. She saw the doll on the floor. No, it wasn't a floor. It was on the ground. Her vision panned out, and she saw it was a cemetery. There were torches lighting up a small circle of men. They were chanting and Sorry seemed to walk in between the men, they were unaware of her. Their chanting got louder and Sorry's eyes widened in shock. The doll was next to a grave and the ground over the grave started to move, as if something underground was trying to get out. She wanted to scream but couldn't. Something made her look up and that's when she saw the man that died in her arms was staring back at her. They were both watching the ceremony and saw the doll was a big part of it--making it all happening...... Steele... hadn't seen any of what she had seen... expect for a moment, he felt like she could seem him directly. He watched her eyes flickering, he head roll back onto his couch, her body jerk and spasm... Her hand instinctively reached for the doll... more as an automatic reflex. He reached down, forgetting he was a 'ghost' to take her hand when they both touched the doll! Steele suddenly felt as if he was slipping down a drainpipe! He slipped further and further unable to stop and when he came out... he was inside Sorry... literally inside her body. He jerked his hand away from the doll and stumbled to his feet! Shocked, he looked around the room, seeing the reflection of Sorry in the mirror, doing exactly what he wanted her to do. He walked to the mirror, putting her hands to her face. He slapped her face a few times and slowly gave a smile... laughing. She said, "What the hell is going on here?" He turned and looked down her body, putting his hands on her hips, her breasts, her butt and legs... he had somehow... someway found himself inside her body. He had no idea how this happened or why... but it had. He turned and walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out a root beer, cracking it open and drinking it down completely! It had been nearly 2 days since he had eaten anything and though he was a ghost technically... the human sensations of hunger still lingered in his mind. He realized something horrible! He looked around and thought, "Well... I am in her body... where is she?" He closed his eyes and then raced back to the table, smoothed out the baby lotion and said, "If you are in here... mark something on this table... You have to be emotional... focus..." Sorry felt like she was punched in the stomach. She felt herself falling flat on her ass, gasping for breath! What the hell just happened? First she was seeing some sort of ritual and now---Something just out of her line of sight caught her eye. She quickly turned to look and she saw herself. She saw her hit herself. Well, slap was more like it, and she knew it wasn't her because she was over here! What the hell?" Excuse me!?" Sorry called out, more in dismay than anything else. She got up off the floor and walked over to 'herself' and shouted, "What's going on?!"" If you are in here... mark something on this table... You have to be emotional... focus...""FOCUS?" Sorry let out a little laugh as she shook her head, "OH I'll give you emotional!" She looked at the motioned table-top and tried to write on it. At first, it didn't work and that frustrated her to no end. She kept trying and trying but nothing! Out of anger she made a fist and slammed it against the table-top, which in turn, made it shatter into bits and pieces!! She reeled back, amazed at what happened when she saw herself reel back also. What the hell was going on? Steele stepped back in surprise when the table just suddenly shattered! He/she said, "Hey! I paid a lot of money for that table!" He walked over and picked up a piece of the glass shards and said, "It was imported from Ireland." A glass mirror on the opposite wall broke next and he said, "OKAY! STOP! Please! Listen. I am just as confused as you are about this situation. So let me explain what I do know. My name is John Steele. That you know. I am a cat Burger by night and an investment banker by day. I found this new cat downtown who is loaded and just came here from the islands. Furthermore, I thought I would see what he had for the taking. Amongst other things, the doll was something that looked antique, so I snagged it hoping I could pawn it at an auction house or something. The people that killed me were his bodyguards." He turned and looked into another unbroken mirror and looked down her body and said, "You are VERY good-looking sugar! How is it you are not in a magazine somewhere?" He pulled the pin from her hair and let it fall loose. He ran his hands through her hair, which was very weird considering he had very little hair in his old body. Furthermore, he said, "A little makeup and a tight black dress, and you could steal the show..." The mirror he was looking into shattered, and he said, "You have a temper. Relax... Listen... I don't know how this works... this doll... we need to research this out. The New Chicago Public Library Archives Section is as good a place as any to start. It is how I know about the prices of antiques." He walked to the fridge and opened it... pulled out a cold beer from it and said, "I am sorry... but this may be the last thing I ever drink... hope you don't mind." He/she lifted the bottle to her lips and downed the contents. She brushed off the foam and said, "Delicious." He then put the bottle down, walked into the living room, found the doll and said, "Are you ready? Umm... As much as I want to keep this body as is... I would not feel right knowing I took it from you. Please help me okay..." He picked up the doll... and suddenly felt himself sucked back through the pipes... to the ghost he was.... Sorry felt so violated, it was almost humiliating. She was an only child, and so she wasn't used to sharing anything of hers, especially her body. So when this all happened, she felt she had every right to be angry and react in the way she did. As Sorry returned to her body, she could feel the effects of the one beer, and it relaxed her somewhat. Looking around, as if she could see this Steele, "Don't you ever try that again!" She said to no one, but she knew he heard her. The doll was still in her hand and so Sorry dropped it almost immediately as if holding a spider. She had to think. It was still light outside, and so she checked the time, "4:15 in the afternoon, if I go now, we can, I mean I can make it to library with just enough time to spare." Looking around she grabbed her bag and brushed some of the shattered glass off of it, "Sorry about the table," she said in voice that wasn't anywhere apologetic. She looked at the doll for a moment before picking it up and shoving it deep into her bag. Now that she knew what sort of power the doll had, she was a bit afraid of it.***~Chicago Library~Sorry had jogged all the way to the library. She could've taken a cab or the bus, but the transit system in this city wasn't either reliable, and she wanted answers now. With about 20 minutes to spare, Sorry ran up the steps of the library and to the door. As she entered, she quickly found where she needed to go. At the window was what seemed a no nonsense looking woman. Her hair was back in a bun, and she gave Sorry a look that said a million things. The woman's eyes travelled over Sorry's body as she approached. "Hi, I need to access some of the archives please?" The woman narrowed her eyes, "Membership number?"' Membership number?' thought Sorry, did she mean her library number? "I'm sorry, I don't have a library card or number or what ever it is you call it."" No, a membership number is required. And judging from the situation, you couldn't afford the $2000.00 a year membership to access any of the archives. They are very valuable and only specific people are allowed to see them." So much for that idea. Who the hell would pay that much just to have access to some old books? "OK, thank you....."......for nothing thought Sorry as she walked off. Now what was she going to do? Sorry walked over to an empty staircase and took a seat. She thought about her situation more and wondered if she could just walk away. What was the harm? She took the doll out of her bag again and looked at it. Studied it. She needed access to those archives! Steele had kept pace with her the entire way though he was not nearly as tired as she was. After he realized how stupid that sounded to him, he slapped his own forehead and laughed to himself... realizing no one else on this planet could hear or see him. As she reached the archive, he hit his head for the second time when the hard-nosed librarian asked for the membership number. He had totally forgotten about that number. The problem could be solved one of three ways. First, he could somehow get her to go back to his place and open the vault and get 2000 from it and come back. Though the library would be closed by the time she returned. Second, she could use his code, though it would pull up a picture of him and require him personally to escort her into the library which was impossible. The other option was to get someone else to escort her into the archives as well. But who? Steele turned and walked back through the library aisles looking about. He did not see anyone who was eligible to go into the archives for several minutes... and then... there she was. Gina Peterson, one of the museum's most well known paleontologists... Apparently she was the one who had discovered fossils under New Chicago a few years back and rode that discovery to fame and wealth... He also recalled trying to hit on her a few times... only to learn later that she was a full-blown lesbian with no interest at all in men. Gina walked into the science section of the library and picked up a few books and took a seat for a little 'light' reading. He knew she had a pass to get in, and she had to get Sorry to somehow allow her to sign in with her. He turned and returned to Sorry who was holding the doll. He walked to her and started to touch the doll too... to take possession of her body once again. But... it still felt so wrong doing that... He was not a bad person... just a good thief. He said, "Damn it... I wish you could hear me!" She nearly jerked in shock! Had she heard him? He said, "Can you hear me Sorry? Hello?" Sorry nearly dropped the doll when she heard a whisper of a 'hello'. Her head darted around, looking to see who said that when it hit her. Mr. Steele. She sighed and put the doll down, "How come I can hear you now?" She didn't wait for an answer as she stood up, shoving the doll back into her purse, "No, wait, you know what? You need to stop following me around!" From someone looking at Sorry from afar, it might have looked rather odd as she argued with no one around her. It was then she heard the whispered voice again, "I have an idea---"Having no choice but to listen to his plan, Sorry shook her head in defiance, "You want me to what?!?" "We need to take care of this little problem we have... You want me to get rid of me... I want to not be here either. This doll is the key and in order to get the answers we need, you need to go seduce her... please... for both of us..." He watched her shove the doll back into the bag and felt disheartened. He missed the chance to take her body from her once again... but... it was not such a bad feeling. He watched her defiantly say no to him again and again... and finally he said, "Listen... you leave me no choice here... I am linked to you. I can't go away from you. You are stuck with me and since you can hear me talking now... I have no choice but to do this..." He cleared his throat and said, "99 bottles of beer on the wall! 99 bottles of beer! Take one down... pass it around.... 98 bottles of beer on the wall!!! 98 bottles of...." He began to sing in the most horrific voice he could muster.... Quickly Sorry covered her ears, as if that could stop the sound of his awful singing. She thought she could ignore it but when he got the 88th bottle of beer, she couldn't take it anymore."OK! Ok. Good God, I get it." She wishes that she could punch him if he were visible. "You want me to seduce her? There's just one problem, I wouldn't know the first thing about how to do that!" She heard Steele tell her that he would help her by telling her what to say and do, "Alright, alright...." Sorry shouldered her bag and walked over to find this Gina and see if she could get her to get her access to the archives. With Steele's help, Sorry quickly found Gina who was sitting at table and surrounded by books. Sorry wanted to back away but knew that wasn't an option, not if she wanted to get rid this 'spirit' following her around. Torry cleared her throat, "Ahem. Ms. Peterson?" Sorry asked with a smile. Gina Peterson turned to see a lovely young lady standing behind her, and she returned the young woman's smile, "Yes? Can I help you?" If John hadn't been there to tell her what to say, Sorry was sure she would've messed it all up. So with a story that she was sure he literally pulled out of his ass, Sorry began to tell Gina about how she was a college student and was doing some research and needed access to the archives, "And since I don't have a membership to the archives well," Sorry smiled and reached over and ran a hand slowly up Gina's bare arm, "I was wondering if you could help me? I would definitely make it worth your while." Gina Peterson smiled warmly as she noted the young woman approaching her, "Yes? Can I help you?" She listened to her story about needing to get into the archives. It was something she never really understood in this city. The mayor always preached about free books, free education, free access to all books and documents and yet it was still a system where if you wanted to learn the real nitty-gritty, you had to be rich to do so. Money bought everything in his town so it would seem. Her eyebrow arched slightly as she asked for help and then offered to make it worth her while. She was going to let her into the archive anyway, without the offer, but she had to hold back and said, "Exactly what do you mean you can make it worth my while sweetheart?" She let her eyes move from Sorry's eyes, to her breasts, down her slender frame, over the arches of her hips and down her legs... Furthermore, she was not spectacular by any major standard, but she was very beautiful and quite shy and conservative... Gina could see that this woman was nervous and half expected her to still be a virgin... She reached up and took her hand and gently eased her into the seat next to her and SIAD, "It's okay... relax..." She ran her hands through Sorry's hair and said, "Just tell me what you have in mind sweetheart?" Hearing John telling her to take it easy, Sorry did so by taking a deep breath. She could do this! She had taken drama classes in high school, all she had to do was pretend this was a sort of play she was rehearsing for, right? She gave Gina a sincere smile and her whole body relaxed its demeanor, "Well, Gina--it's all right if I call you Gina?"" Of course." came the reply." I'm sorry if I seem nervous, but you're a big celebrity amongst the science world here in Chicago." With Steele's help, Sorry started going off on how she loved Gina's work and was amazed about her findings and her latest book. By the time she was done, Sorry had Gina practically on top of her." So, anyway, I need access to the archives for a little research is all. But that stupid old stuffy librarian won't let me." Sorry reached out and placed her hand on Gina's shoulder and slowly moved it toward her neck where she gave it a gentle squeeze, her eyes never leaving the other woman's. Then Sorry leaned over and whispered in Gina's ear, "I bet there is a little quiet area in back of the archives where I could repay you for your generosity." Sorry's other hand moved to Gina's knee and slowly slid up toward under her skirt and inside her thigh. Gina realized two things.... first... she wanted this woman. She was VERY attractive and could imagine licking her wet pussy so hard and long... two... she needed to get into that archive badly. She leaned in and kissed Sorry on the lips gently. Furthermore, she smiled and said, "I know of just the place... but..." She let her own hand move along Sorry's thigh, and then she whispered, "What is so important that you need the archives? So important that you are willing to sleep with a perfect stranger to get to them? You are a criminal? Criminals are very ... dashing to me..." She smiled and kissed her ear, her neck and lobe... whispering low as she talked, "I really want to know baby...." Feeling the kiss was such an odd yet pleasant feeling for Sorry. It sent shivers down her spine and back up." Perfect stranger?" Sorry repeated in a hushed tone, a smile played on her lips, "My name's Sorry, and yours is Gina. There," Sorry kissed Gina's neck, nibbling on it slightly, "We're not strangers anymore." Torry ran a hand further up Gina's leg until she was touching just the outside of her panties, her finger brushing her pussy, "Let's say I was a criminal, I would want to make sure you don't turn me in." With all that she was saying had been with the help of Steele's lines. Inside, Sorry wondered where guys picked up this sort of lines, but it didn't matter since Gina seemed to be falling for it all. Steel watched what was going on with Sorry and to his surprise... felt nothing. To women making out would have made him hot with fire under normal conditions... but these were far from normal conditions. He was dead... and his emotions were growing increasingly dead with them.... the longer he went without his body. He watched the scene unfold as Gina started to give into Sorry's advancements and felt extreme relief when Gina finally looked around the room and then slowly stood up, took Sorry's hand and led her to the archives. After a dirty glare from the secretary, Gina signed Sorry into the back archives and took her to the very back of the room, to a private study room. Inside the room looked much like an interrogation room. A thick heavy duty walnut table and two chairs highlighted the middle of the tiled floors and wooden walls. Two desk lamps were clamped to either corner of the table. Once she led Tory inside, she took one of the chairs and wedged it under the door handle to keep others from coming in. She looked to Gina and said, "Now... I have done my part. It is your turn sweetie... let me see what you have to offer..." Steele turned and whispered into her ear, "Looks like it is time to get down and dirty...." "Looks like it is time to get down and dirty...." Torry didn't think twice about this. She was in, so deep already there was no backing out. She let her bag drop off her shoulder and literally charged toward Gina, who was still standing by the door. Sorry placed her hands on the woman's shoulders and pushed her against the door, holding her there. They were both about the same height except maybe Gina was a little taller with the heels, but that didn't matter at the moment as Sorry leaned up slightly and kissed Gina fully on the lips. Her tongue invaded the other woman's mouth, and she let her hands run firmly down her sides. Still no words were exchanged while Sorry's hands were busy. She fumbled at the hem of Gina's skirt and then slide her hands underneath until she found the older woman's hot and already wet pussy which was literally soaking through her panties. Torry didn't wonder if she was doing things right or wrong, she was just doing what she wanted to be done to herself. And by the sounds of Gina's moans, she knew she was doing something right! Steele watched with great personal interest as Sorry and Gina literally got it on in that very room. He felt his own spirit body not reacting at all to this scene, however, his mind screamed to jump into Sorry and take over to one last fuck in. Gina was one of those science geeks who at first glance was someone who was unintiminidating NAD uncertain in a geeky like way... but when those glasses came off, her hair came down and that blouse came unbuttoned, Steele learned of Gina's secret... She was damned finer than that Beyoncé! Gine reached down and fumbled with Sorry's blouse, finally getting annoyed with it and tearing the bottom two buttons from it as she reached to her bra, pushing it down and pushing those breasts out! Gina moaned with passion as she then reached up and grabbed Sorry by the hair and moved her lips to her ear and whispered, "Lick my cunt little slut girl..." She took command in a way that surprised the hell out of Steele. Gina was a closet DOM... He watched as Sorry looked at her and felt her body shifting to her knees and then moving to Gina's panties and as they fell off her pussy! If someone had asked Sorry what she was going to do this week. Never in her life would she have answered that she was going to be talking with a dead guy, running for her life, having her body possessed AND having sex with another woman. She didn't resist what Gina was doing or saying either. She could've, but what would that get her? Furthermore, she'd have this guy following her around 24/7 and still have those guys after her because of him. Torry didn't have much to lose at this point. Besides, she always wondered what it would be like to fuck another woman......wasn't that every other woman's fantasy? Then again, she could feel that Steele guy watching. Sorry wasn't aware of his sexual feelings diminishing, but wasn't it also every guy's fantasy to watch two women together? For that's what charged Sorry. She pretended she was doing it for Steele, putting on a private show for him. Something she knew another guy would like! Without another thought to the situation, Sorry dove into Gina's pussy, licking and sucking just as she would've liked to have her pussy eaten. She could tell she was doing a great job by the way Gina moved her hips and gripped Sorry's hair in her hand, literally suffocating Sorry with her pussy. Taking this as another Que, Sorry reached up and gently slid 2 fingers inside of Gina. The woman literally screamed in pleasure and so Sorry continued. Gina, when it was all said and done... laid on the table... panting, covered in sweat, and looking flushed and positively divine! She looked at Sorry, who laid on the table with her and said, "My god dear... you were amazing!" Steele watched the scene and wished like hell he had some kind of body to step in and fuck both of the women! He needed it... he desired it so much! Gina turned her head to Sorry and whispered, "Turn about it fair play my little slut..." She rolled her onto her back and slid her face down to her pussy, moaning as she ran her tongue into Sorry and worked on her hard! Gina was an expert with the female body and knew exactly what parts of the body to touch, to lick, to nip and pinch... It did not take anytime for her to bring Sorry to a screaming orgasm for which she only just manages to muffle by shoving Sorry's panties into her mouth! Sorry was warned out by what just transpired! Gina really did know how to take charge and well, for the most part, Sorry loved it! It was what seemed to get her more wet and excited and literally take Gina's sexual molestation of her. Both women were breathing heavily as they both tried to calm down. Secretly to Sorry, this was worth it. She looked over at Gina and smiled before sitting up and facing the woman and kissing her fully on the lips, "So, how about those archives?" she asked as she reached over and rubbed Gina's exposed breasts. Gina only laughed and nodded, "Of course sweetheart, a deal is a deal after all...." she got up, and both women dressed and straightened up. Then she led Sorry to the books and that's when she pulled out a card from her jacket, "By the way darling, here's my card with my personal cell. Call me anytime you want to 'research'." Gina gave Sorry another deep, passionate kiss before leaving her alone with the archives. Torry could only watch Gina leave her alone to finish her research and as soon as the door closed behind her, Sorry grabbed her bag and fished the doll out. It was time to see what the hell she had gotten herself into! Steele knew they were somehow in serious trouble. He is more so than her. His very soul was linked to her and there was no tell what it would take to break that link or when it would break. It scared the hell out of him. As they read along, Steele whispered, "Wait... look... here... page 442..." He watched her thumb back to the page and his eyes widened. It was an image of the doll itself. It was labelled at Maria Lava. The voodoo queen. It was supposed to be a doll that entrapped the very voodoo queen's spirit. The doll was thought to be alive by those who owned it. It would give one owner courage, another fear, one wealth and one poverty. He read further, and it was said that the doll could not be destroyed, harmed, and altered in any way, and it looked exactly as it had in 1891, the year the voodoo queen had died. The doll was alive... in a manner of speaking... It was also said that the only way to rid the curse from the owner... was simply to return it to it's resting place... where the voodoo queen had been laid to rest... in New Orleans. He looked at her and then realized that this meant they had a journey ahead of them... he said, "You're looking forward to a trip to French Quarter?" With a sign, Sorry closed the book and started to put it away. At first, she didn't answer him about the trip to New Orleans because well, she didn't want to go through with this. But with the book saying that they were linked, she would have no choice." Listen, Mr. Steele, I can't just jet off to any place, I have a life here and well, to be honest, how the hell am I going to pay for it? I would say I have school but since we're on break for 2 weeks, I can't lay that one on you." She put the book away and grabbed her bag, "I think it's best if I just find these people you took the doll from and give it back. Maybe they won't do anything and they'll understand why everything happened." She walked out of the library. Stopping on the steps, she was quite at a lost of what to do next. Nighttime was already underway and there weren't many people around, at least not around the library. Steele looked at her and could see how scared she was. He said, "I am sorry I dragged you into this. But if you take that doll back to them... you are going to be stuck with me forever. I don't know about you but if I can find a way to inhabit a body of some kind, I will do it after the spell is lifted." He walked towards her. He knew she could see or touch him, but she knew he was there. Furthermore, he said, "I can pay for the entire trip. I have lots of money stashed away. Listen... if you do this... and I am set free. I can promise you will never have to worry about money again... but please... I need you on this. Furthermore, I can't do this alone. Will you help me?" It looked like Sorry wasn't going to help him on this but if she wanted to rid herself of having a spirit following her, she needed to get this all over with. After a full 10 minutes, she nodded and sighed, "Alright, what else do I have to lose? And about not having to worry about money for the rest of my life, I don't need your money, I don't take hand outs." She told him firmly as she walked down the steps of the library. Torry found herself at the airport an hour later. She and Steele had stopped off at his place and he guided her to a room in his condo that was a room that was secured and inside it, money, bonds, safe deposit boxes. She knew better than to question him about it, the little she knew, the better it was. So they left this place with just under 10K in hand and took a taxi to the airport. Man, her roommate would not believe everything that just happened to Sorry in the last 48 hours. It did sound like a good story though, just not really believable. Steele, for some reason, did not remember the flight to New Orleans. He only remembered standing at the regional airport in the deep south as she arrived. And to make matters worse... no time had passed for him at all. It was so surreal how nothing had changed. He saw her walking through the airport and quickly caught up to her and said, "HEY! What are you doing? Why are you getting off the plane? I thought you were going to go to New Orleans?" He glanced around the airport and realized that they were in New Orleans, and he said, "Wait? How did we get here? Huh? I... of this is weird..." "So there you are....." Sorry said with a smile as she kept looking ahead, making her way through the airport. It was quite busy as she headed toward where the taxis were parked. "I need to get a room because I'm just about dead tired and need to rest." It was after 2am and she was surprised to see the place so packed. "Why is it so crowded?" She asked absentmindedly as she found a taxi. It was then she realized it was Mardi Gras, which explained why there were so many people around. "Well, dammit....." she sighed and stopped at a customer service booth, "Excuse me, can you tell me what hotels or motels are near the quarter?" As the man, who spoke in a thick French accent explained to Sorry what was near there and even made her reservations at one. The price was a little excessive, but Steele assured Sorry it was all right. She paid the man, and he gave her a voucher and told her to take it to where the taxis were parked. One would be waiting for her to take her to the hotel Steele watched and waited as she rode in the cab and reached the hotel. Neither of them noticed the black car which seemingly followed them from the airport the entire way. He followed her to the hotel and watched her head inside the room. Once she was in and locked in safe, Steele sat down on the floor and said,"You know, I keep thinking about this doll..." He watched her pull it out of her luggage and take a look at it. Steele got up and walked closer to it looking at it. It was then when there was a knock at her hotel door! Steele turned around swinging his hands as he did! Unfortunately, he passed right through the doll... and the vortex seemed to take over once again!!!! He felt himself being sucked through the doll... and into her body!!!! He instantly dropped the doll and backed up... Furthermore, he said,"What the fuck?!?!?!?! Sorry didn't realize what happened until the knock at the door sounded again! Only this time, more impatient. She thought she had fallen off the bed, which she sort of did, but her body was still sitting on the bed. She realized what happened. Steele was in her body! "No!!" she cried out the same time Steele let out a few curses of his own, only it was in Sorry's voice. From their reading at the library, Sorry knew that as a spirit, she could do some things like pass through walls! So she looked at the wall, got up and ran to it. She took a deep breath and poked her head out, seeing 2 guys in suits standing there, waiting for the door to open. Steele recognized one of the men as one of the guards of the man he had stolen from. His heart raced and then realized he could feel his heart which was very unusual. He glanced back and found a second surprise! There was a second Sorry standing in the room. He was stunned... shocked. He said, "MMM... hello?" He walked towards her staring at her and took his hand and reached out towards her... and then through her! Furthermore, he touched nothing but air as he waved his hand through her. Furthermore, he said, "I can see you now." Steele heard a second knock on the door, then the sound of lock picking tools behind used on the door. Before she could say a thing the door slid open, and the two men stepped into the room and found her standing there alone.... Sorry, in her spirit form, knew she couldn't do anything. Or could she? She wasn't sure if she should wait until they tried something or just react now. Then again, she didn't want her physical self being harmed in any way. The two men looked extremely mean and well, they probably wouldn't show any mercy so she had to react now! It was as if they, Sorry's spirit, Sorry's physical self and the two men all saw the doll at the same time. She knew she had to keep them from getting to it or else she would remain as she was for the rest of eternity! Steele watched the men walk into the room and immediately go to block her/him. He/she says,"Umm... boys... what can I do for you?"" You can do a lot for us..." one of the men say as he gazes down her body. Steele gets a bit nervous at the insinuations coming from his gaze. She said,"You can get the hell out of my hotel room before I do anything like that for you..." One of the men reaches towards an inner pocket and Steele strikes out. Before he was a master thief, he was a combat controller for the Air Force! She leapt out, kicking the man in the groin with her heeled shoe sending him to his knees before she roundhouse him in the head sending him into the floor and unconscious! The second man catches up with her as she turns to find him and wraps his big arms around her, lifting her into the air! He flings her across the bed and leaps on top of her pinning her arms to the bed! He says,"You are going to pay for that bitch!" Steele, had he been in his own body would have easily been able to throw him off and kill him! As it was, her physical weight and strength was considerably smaller and lesser! She barks,"Get the fuck off me!!!" He makes a mistake and tries to pin her wrists with one of his. He rolls his wrist hard, freeing one hand and jabs his eye! Furthermore, he screams out, rolling back and she jabs his throat next! His eyes go wide, and he reaches for his throat... his larynx crushed in a single blow. She watched him fall to the ground, struggling for air, and she gives him one last hard kick to the nuts, before grabbing her purse and the doll and racing out of the room!

The Thief and the Curse ( reserved for Zydrate)|rating:4.0

Drifting Blossoms

The four travelers arrived at the Drifting Blossom separately, but found themselves sharing a table, the place crowded with travelers and regulars. The food was good fare and though most avoided using plums, a necessity for the regulars, there was an excellent duck in plum sauce offered to travelers. Tea and local plum wine are readily available, and the five had the good luck to sit near an open window, looking out over the breathtaking fields of plum trees, the main export for the little trade town. It was after an hour or two of conversation, when the food was done and clear and night was just settling when the ruffians came in. The pack was a rowdy and noisy bunch, full of swagger and good cheer and lead by a large and hefty lout. One self-styled 'Rolling Thunder', armored with obvious battlefield scavenge and armed with a large mace. The group eyes the table the four share, most pointedly watching the only other two in the establishment wearing any armor. (Assuming you keep it on inside towns.) It's as the old saying goes 'a man with a blade is prepared for trouble. A man with armor expects it.' Fortunately the large one seems not to care, and is pointedly ignoring the strangers, thumping the table he cleared and demanding his wine. With their leader seemingly unconcerned the thugs do not appear inclined to make any trouble. Or at least any more trouble, the wine has just started flowing at their table and already Rolling Thunder is diverting someone else's meal to his plate. Intrude KefosiIkiruhe watches the new comers over the top of his drink, taking note of the way they treat the other patrons in the establishment. In consideration of the political situation in his host country, he still wears his armor. Now, with this new development, he moves the blade he had lent up against the table closer into reach. After silently observing the new group of warriors, Intrude turns to the rest of his companions and observes in a motto voice"Is it common among your lands for warriors to take from the mouths of those who can otherwise not defend themselves? They seem to have little regard for their actions..." Reed Across the table from Intrude sits Lin Reed, quietly sipping a warm cup of Green Tea. His travel bag and belongings lay beside his feet while at his side atop the table rests several sheets of blank paper. Pausing momentarily from his drink, he responds:"It's not often I've seen such blatant disregard and disrespect for others. These men or most likely cowards instead of warriors, hiding behind their own strength," he quietly responds. Taking another slow sip from his tea he casually glances in the direction of the newcomers. Turning back toward the table he says with a sigh:"Judging by how fast they're chugging that wine I fear it will soon become quite rowdy here. There goes the peaceful evening,"he adds with a small grin. Spoiler Hide Just in case it matters, here are the spells Reed has prepared for the day. LVL 0 (4) Create Paper, Prestidigitation x2, and Journey to the West LVL 1 (4) Piercing Ray x2, Paper Ladder, and Obscuring Mists LVL 2 (3) Paper Armor and Wall of Paper x2 Jin sits beside Reed with a bored look on his face as he listens to his companions speak. As Reed makes his last comment he leans forward with interest." Oh? Well this even more interesting than I thought, it was getting to be an awful bore. Do you really think they will want to cause trouble?", he asked his new friends. He looked at Rolling Thunder and his men as they yelled for more drink." I don't believe they will be all that capable of starting trouble if they keep consuming wine at that rate...," he said seeming concerned. Intrude KefosiIkiruhe considers the group getting rapidly inebriated with a neutral expression on his face before looking back at Jin." It depends on what you consider trouble. If it is threat to life and limb, then I do not believe they will be much trouble if they continue as you say. If you consider trouble to be a group of drunken louts starting a fight in the common room, I think that to be a more likely scenario." Shinji Shinji looks over Jin's shoulder at the group of bandits and sighs loudly." It appears our new 'guests' will indeed start trouble rather soon" Shinji bends his head to the side "At least that is what I would assume from seeing the great amounts of wine they drink and the speed at which the consumes this". Shinji lifts the white mask just enough to be able to drink from his bottle of wine, his face though is still covered by a sheet of thin white cloth." Hmmmmm..." The extended sound starts out high-pitched and grows deeper as he goes on. "I would suggest we decide if we are willing to be in a fight or if we are not, for if we are here when the fight starts I would assume from their looks as they entered that some of them will attack us of it comes to that". He takes a long look at his belongings, a filled backpack, a rolled up bedroll and his spear, a masterpiece. Its edge is engraved with a rune on each side and the shaft is rolled with leather straps. Underneath the backpack lies another roll of dark red cloth and inside it lies his chain mail. He suddenly wishes he had it on. Reed"Things may liven up later, but we can deal with that when it happens. For now there's little harm in enjoying a night's drink,"he says while half raising his cup to present company. After a few minutes, however, his curiosity gets the better of him." I suppose there's no harm in finding out who they are." Waiting for one of the waiters or waitresses to walk by he quietly asks,"Excuse me, but who are the gentleman who just came in. Are they regulars here?" Spoiler Hide Attempting a Gather Info check. If I can take 10 I will, otherwise here's the roll. Skill Roll: (1d20+1)[7] Edit: Looks like someone's had a little too much tea for the night. The waiter stops when Reed hails him, his polite impatience replaced with a glimmer in his eyes when he's asked to share the local gossip." These louts come by a couple of times a week, with few more every time, all just following the big guy. He just showed up about a month ago back when we had a killer running loose-" the waiter starts, just getting into his story when a crash and a shout interrupts the tale. A waitress by the troublesome table stands wide-eyed and trembling while one of the ruffians tugs on her arm. Unnoticed by the two Rolling Thunder leaps to his feet, his chair still falling over as he grabs the offending man by his leather jerkin. With the rest of the rabble laughing and the noise of the place it is hard to hear the conversation between the two, but the huge man's voice carries, and among the five Intrude is able to make out the words "civil altitude," "not a bandit anymore" and "here to protect." Of course, all this commotion draws away your informant, who rushes to help clean up. Intrude KefosiIkiruhe gives rolling thunder a considerate, yet discreet, look before he turns back the group and picks up his wine. Looking over the rim, he speaks in a soft voice." It would seem that our bandit leader is trying to rise above his past, and he expects his followers to do the same. Perhaps there will be no trouble after all." He rests his arms comfortably on the table, content to ignore the situation for the moment. Falling back into a bored slump Jin crosses his arms over his chest and looks disappointed at his empty cup. After a short consideration of the undecorated piece of cutlery he tilted his head to the side and asks"Why would bandits in these parts reform into local protectors? The pickings in these parts must be more than ample to keep them in good stead, considering the word of all the brigands moving in. And considering the increase in such groups would it not just make such a career move more troublesome?" He turned again to regard the rowdy table, then shook his head slightly and waved a passing servant over and ordered a pot of green tea. "At least we can enjoy the tea, my treat" The night continues, and though the ruffians cause some trouble here and there, the one called Rolling Thunder manages to keep them on enough of a lease to please the five. No blows are traded, no blades drawn, and though bodies fall, it is only from too much drink. With their journeys weighing upon their limbs and a good meal heavy in their stomachs the five travelers leave to find logging, promising to meet at the Drifting Blossom again in the morning, to discuss their plans for the future. To decide where and when to make their mark upon this war torn land. And of course, the most telling question. How do they wish to do so? Reed Rising early the next day, Reed went about his morning routine. After washing up and studying several pages from the old tome he carried with him, he paid the innkeeper and departed into town to join his fellow adventurers. Walking towards the Drifting Blossom, he couldn't help but enjoy the quiet and serene morning. For all he knew it may be the most peaceful part of the oncoming day. Seeing that there was still a bit of time till the proposed meeting, Reed decided to wander the streets for a few minutes and see the town. Perhaps there was a marketplace nearby where he could buy some fruit or meet the locals. Spoiler Hide Reed's about an hour early before the meeting. In the meantime he'll wander about and gather some info about recent goings around town. Gather Info: (1d20+1)[5] Spells for the day Spoiler Hide LVL 0 (4) Create Paper x2 Detect Magic x2 LVL 1 (4) Piercing Ray x4 LVL 2 (3) Paper Armor Wall of Paper x2 Intrude KefosiIkiruhe began his morning with a some simple stretches and meditation to clear his mind, focusing his consciousness. With his daily routine complete, he gathered his belongings, paid for his room, and began to make his way towards the Drifting Blossom. Walking purposefully, but in no particular hurry, Intrude let his senses roam, taking in the sights and sounds of people starting their day. Once at the Drifting Blossom, he found a table to himself, setting down his backpack and weapon within reach, and ordered himself a light breakfast while he waits for the others to arrive. Shinji Shinji stands up from a chair further back at the drifting blossom and walks up to the table where Intrude Ketosis sits. He takes a gulp from a bottle of wine. "Hello again Swordsman Ketosis." He sits down and also orders some breakfast. "Have you seen the others, Hamm?" Jin Jin wakes at daybreak and leaves the gambling parlor where he had spent the night. He takes a walk through the morning markets and makes his way to the Drifting Blossom to meet with his new companions. Walking through the storefronts he takes note of the different wares, the wealth of homemade wares available in these places had not worn old on him in all the time he had spent away from the monastery. After inspecting the wares of a silk merchant he made way to the Blossom. Upon entering the establishment he walks to Ketosis and Shinji and asks,"I see we are together again" he looks about the room,"except for Reed, should we wait for him or just order a meal now?" The market isn't yet bustling, but still does brisk business with the other early risers in the town, and a few travelers stand about talking business with the merchants while the two caravans in town prepare to leave. However, Reed's early excursion proves rather fruitless as the only thing wants to talk about is the news that Rolling Thunder and his lot went hunting for bandits. The poor Wu Jen gets earful after earful of speculation and worries, but nothing more concrete than rumors. As Reed enters the Drifting Blossom he notices that it has cleaned up nicely from last night, with the annoyed proprietress the only sign that anything had happened. A few moments after that he spots his new comrades already seated, a waitress ready to take orders. Reed The town had been fun to explore, even if it was only for an hour. The locals had been friendly, and the town was easy to navigate. He never did find that fruit stall though. Perhaps he could get an apple at the Drifting Blossom. Arriving a few short minutes after the others, Reed finds an empty seat and sits." Morning,"he begins. I was exploring the town and about lost track of time. Am I too late to order breakfast? Intrude KefosiIkiruhe smiles as Shinji walks over to join him and nods his head politely, gesturing for him to sit." I have not seen anyone yet, but I assume they will join us presently." He nods again when Jin comes in, and tries to attract the attention of a waiter." I was just about to order myself some food when Shinji arrived. I expect that Reed will be here in his own time." Ikiruhe is half-way through ordering a light breakfast as Reed joins the group. He finishes his order and then gestures to the rest of the group." Actually, friend, you are right on time." Reed"That is good to hear,"Reeds says with a slight grin. After ordering a light breakfast for himself and a pot of tea for the group, Reed turned his attention toward the agenda for the day. Waiting for the others to finish their orders and for the waiter to depart, he says"During my walk I had the opportunity to talk to some of the locals. It seems that Rolling Thunder and his group have gone to hunt bandits. Pausing a moment he continued." We talked at some length yesterday about journeying together. There are many places we could go to, where should we start?" Intrude KefosiIkiruhe sips his tea, closing his eyes briefly to savor the taste. Opening his eye's once more, he sets the drink down carefully before looking back up at the group." Well, if it is a journey we wish to undertake, then some company is never a bad thing. Perhaps we should find some merchants or a wagon train and offer them our services? I feel restless, and have no particular desire to head to any one place." Jin "That sounds like a good a plan as any to me, though I am open to whatever the three of you wish to do, as long as it is not too mundane." Jin said, "lets just make the decision and be about it this day"He regarded the pot in the center of the table and poured himself a cup, sitting it in front of him. "I really do not like to stay in one place for too long with so much of this land to explore" Reed"Guarding a few merchants sounds like a good idea. If I recall correctly, there was a caravan near the marketplace when I was out walking earlier. Perhaps we could check with them and see if they need help." Pouring a cup of tea for himself, he slowly sipped its contents. Spoiler Hide Sounds like the caravan it is. If we're all agreed, we can probably move on to the marketplace once breakfast arrives. Unless you guys want to continue talking. As the travelers chat and hammer out their plans their meal arrives. Not quite as sumptuous as last night's dinner the food is still delicious and plentiful. A miniature feast to start your day contented. When they would be guards finish their meal and leave to find the caravans they reach them as they finish their preparations at the edge of town. The four soon learn that the larger group, consisting of three wagons run by three different merchants, plans to head east and already has eight guardsmen. The smaller caravan plans on heading north, to pick up more goods before heading back, and has only four guardsmen to it's two wagons, but they are all mounted. Niether seems in a great hurry to leave and the two groups intermingle freely while they wait for these new arrivals to decide who to approach. Intrude KefosiIkiruhe surveys the wagons briefly and then turns to the group as he absently munches on a piece of leftover fruit from breakfast." It looks like the caravan going east has more than enough guards already. Besides, if we can get employment with the caravan going north, we may even be able to ride in the wagons from time to time, seeing as the other guards are already mounted." He tosses away the remains of the fruit and grins. Shinji"I like your way of thinking, swordsman Ketosis" He turns to the others "I agree with Ketosis, going north sounds like the more interesting choice here, and hopefully he is right, and we won't need to acquire horses, although I am almost certain I could get a horse if so would be needed." Shinji corrects the mask before adding, "What think you?" Reed"Going north seems like a sound idea. The merchants don't look to be in any hurry, we should still have time to arrange passage." Jin"Well I suppose the choice has been made, let us make the arrangements"he pauses uncertainly,"though I will have to ride upon the caravan, I have never learned how to ride." Intrude KefosiNodding to the group, Intrude turns and moves towards the leaders of the caravans." Excuse me kind sirs. We are given to understand that you will be heading North soon, and would like to offer our services as guards for the journey." Shinji Shinji moves up to stand next to and slightly behind Ketosis, ready to "Help explain" the matter if so would be needed. The guardsmen maintain a relaxed yet watchful presence while the merchant appraises the four of you. He finally gives a nod asks, "Horses? No matter, as long as you can keep up. Times are not what they used to be." Pointing at Shinji and Intrude he continues. "I offer five silver a day for you two, and three for your comrades. You will get paid when I stop at a city to trade. If you wish I am heading all the way up to the edge of the orc lands, though my first stop is the small kingdom of Men De." He then leans back and awaits your response. Intrude KefosiIkiruhe inclines his head to the wagon master and twists toward his companions in a fluid movement, looking to see whether they too agree to the proposal. Shinji Shinji shrugs and leans forward to whisper in Ketosis ear." Sounds fine to me, I could probably have him give a higher price if you find it necessary." Reed Nodding in hesitant agreement to Intrude unspoken question, Reed stayed back to allow the others to negotiate the terms. For the past several years he had lived as a nomad like many Wu-Jen, traveling the land in search of knowledge. Being paid to travel was a refreshing experience. Breaking off from the conversation, Reed took a moment to observe the small caravan. So there are two wagons and four other guardsmen? Adding the merchant and our small band that'll make nine people all together. I wonder what it is they plan to trade... Stopping short, the Wu-Jen halted his train of thought. What they were selling was no business of his unless they decided to tell him. Turning his thoughts back to the group's conversation he resumed listening to the negotiations. Intrude KefosiSeeing a fairly consensus, Intrude turns back to the leader of the caravan and bows slightly once more, hands held wide in a traditional gesture of friendship." On behalf of my companions then I do accept your offer. We shall travel with you. When do we leave?" He also keeps the other guards in his peripheral vision, trying to gauge their reaction to several more guards joining the caravan. "We were just about to leave actually, but we can wait for you to gather your things. We'll be stopping early tonight before leaving these lands." The foreign warrior, aware of the guards behavior notices two of them share glances and shake their heads. The others appear unconcerned with the newcomers. As Reed cannot tell what is in the barrels and crates within the wagons, full as they are also covered and closed. Soon enough the caravan leaves with the four adventurers in tow, traveling along the edge of Dang An. The day passes well with some clouds and wind but only the occasional uneasy glances from other travelers and a few dotted refugee camps give any sign that all is not right in the world. There is much time to talk on the road and despite the rather tight lips of the guardsmen on of them does open up to the group. Among other things you learn the bulk of the caravan is supposedly food supplies for the bandit plagued lands. Turning a profit from the plight of others. You also learn that two of the guards are new, replacements for losses last year. Otherwise, the guards talks often, but says little. The merchant pays for some meager lodgings and a meal for you and grabs a room for himself when you pull into a small town on the northern edge of this kingdom. On the morrow you'll be leaving for troubled lands early, in hopes of crossing as much land as you can. Jin Walking with the group Jin looks around with interest, taking in the new surroundings." It was good of the merchant to pay for our lodgings, although I seem to get the idea that he is quite..." he searched for the word,"well he guards his coffers well" Intrude KefosiIkiruhe keeps his peace for the most part during the journey, content to let others speak and learn more about their new companions. In response to Jin, he glances back at the wagons and looks around before turning back." Considering where we are going and how dangerous he seems to think it will be, I am not entirely surprised at what he thinks is necessary to guard his merchandise. I will concede, however, that he is a very... prudent... businessman." Appreciative of the thought, however meager the meal may be, Inure tucks in when they make camp and then settles down to relax, clearing mind and body for the march on the morrow. The morning brings a heavy cloud cover with it, promising rain. The merchant wishes to press ahead into the mountain pass separating this kingdom and the next before the weather makes travel to unpleasant. Today will not be an easy one. The day starts easy enough, but a few hours in a group of six soldiers approach from alongside the road, their gear in some disrepair. Their eyes on your weapons and the cart, the men seem satisfied to watch from a distance of 30 ft. Shinji Shinji walks up next to Ketosis, apparently seeing him as the leader after his talk with the merchant." Could be trouble, or it could be people in need of help" He apparently speaks about the soldiers at the side of the road." What do you suggest we do?" Intrude KefosiIkiruhe matches the gaze of the disheveled soldiers calmly, eye for eye, hand resting comfortably on the hilt of the sword. He keeps them in view as he speaks out allowed, directing his answer to Shinji." As long as they are content to stay over there, then I have no quarrel with them. We have half again their numbers, and soldiers do not normally take those odds unless they are pressed or have some other advantage. If they are in need of help... Well that is up to our employer more than us." He nods cordially at the soldiers as the caravan draws close to them, tensing ever so slightly as he waits for them to make their move. The merchant and his guards give the soldiers little notice, save to make sure their crossbows are loaded and keeping their eyes open for trouble. And the soldiers treat them with the same guarded indifference. Ikiruhe's small gesture of respect however seems to take the men by surprise, though they return the favor quick enough. One of them looks the foreign warrior over with interest and, seeing Intrude an equal, his demeanor changes quickly." The village of Shoo Long just at the end of the pass was taken by brigands a few days ago. Real marauders, not like our outfit." He offers. "Two dozen at least according to a peasant that managed to escape." Having lost interest in the caravan, the soldiers turn and head back for the rocks and hills, already looking the way you came to see if others might follow. This news quickly gains the interest of your employer, who suggests the caravan halt and discusses the issue once they've put these men behind them. Reed Watching the departing soldiers cautiously, Reed breathes a sigh of relief. From his position beside the second wagon it would've been difficult to counter the soldiers on the opposite side. After a few rapid steps he quickly catches up to Intrude and Shinji." Good job Intrude. If not for you words that encounter could've gone south rather quickly. What do you suppose the merchant will choose to do? If there are as many people as the soldiers say, we'll have some difficulty passing through the lands ahead. Intrude KefosiIkiruhe looks subdued as the soldiers move on, and seems to take a moment to focus on what Reed is saying." I suppose it is possible that could have ended badly, however I do not think they wished for a fight. You may be right, however, but I guess we shall never know. As for our employer, I would imagine he will choose the path of least resistance and, more importantly, the safest one." Ikiruhe nods his consent to the merchants' suggestion, and looks to the others to see what they think. As the Javan halts two of the guards maintain a watch, patrolling about on their horses so the rest of you can focus on the problem at hand. The other two guards dismounts and join the circle at the behest of the merchant who speaks first." The first problem is whether or not those men spoke the truth. It's not too uncommon for a band of outlaws to redirect traffic into their nets. Granted if they were trying to lead us into an ambush, I'd have expected them to fake a bit more concern for us, but it is still a possibility. The second problem is the other passes. Only three routes are large enough for us to pass safely, the rest are mere footpaths." The merchant tries to draw a crude map for your benefit, but the ground is too hard and rocky here to support one, so he presses on without the visual aid. "Even if we ditched the unnecessary goods, we'd still be overburdened if we got caught taking them, and that's a risk I'm not willing to take. So we're left with these three route, of which this is the middle, and had been the safest, patrol by the turtle kings troops. The route to the west leads to a small mountain kingdom and the king there has seized caravans in the past, so that one's just as bad for our purposes. The route to the east might be safer at first, but to get back into the mountains we'd have to go through the broken kingdom, right through the war front, so there's no guarantee we won't run into the same problem there."" I feel then, that we should press on, hoping that those men were trying to lure us elsewhere, but on the lookout for bandits here. They said that it was the town that was taken, and if I recall the pass opens into the valley before the town starts?" The last is phrased as more of a question as the merchant looks to one of the guards for confirmation." It does." he grudgingly admits, "but not by much. We'd have some tree cover, but we'd be pushing through the brush which would take time and make noise, and that's assuming we could get that far unnoticed. If a group went through the trouble of taking the town, then they no doubt want the pass, and that would mean scouts watching the road. We'd have to take out their sentries; that takes stealth, and we've already had that talk..." As the guard trails off both he and the merchant look towards the four new hires... Reed Supposing those bandits were telling the truth the safest pass would be to the west would seem safest. A chance of being overtaken is better than knowing you'll be ambushed. Perhaps we could use their intel to our advantage however, thought Reed. Looking to the merchant he asked,"Is there any way we could sneak around the village or pass through in the dead of night to avoid the brigands? If there really are two dozen or more our group will have quite some trouble. It would be better if there is room in the valley to circle around to avoid an encounter, but if they did want the pass I agree that there'd be scouts."" What if the four of us went forward to scout the valley for any activity. Once we know more we'll return and we can make a more concise plan. Spoiler Hide Sorry for the inactivity guys. Finals are just around the corner, and I've been trying to finish up some projects. It'll be the same story this coming week as well, but I'll try and be around to post. Shinji Shinji had been quiet during the merchants talk and then listened to what Reed had to say. After he had finished Shinji spoke up in his haunting voice." I would agree with Reed that sending a small search party out to take a look at whether there has really been an attack against village. After all a couple of men have an easier time turning around that a caravan with wagons." He shifts his mask a little bit and looks as if he was about to say something else but decides to stay quiet. Intrude KefosiIkiruhe looks around the group before speaking." If we are to send out scouts, it would be wise to move the caravan. Even if they were not trying to lead us into an ambush, those soldiers may decide to come back for us, or tell others we are here. It need not be far, just out of sight of this place. We can make a small perimeter and await the scouts report." "Like I said there is a bit of forest we could go through to get around the town, but the pass would be the problem; until then it's rather narrow. Going through in the dead of night might work," the guards admits, "but with only the moon to light our way, we be pretty blind. And if we do take to the woods we'd be liable to raise a ruckus crashing through." As the guards stands back to consider the options the merchant looks towards Shinji and Intrude with worry. "Would you even be able to sneak about in that armor?"" The pass goes through the mountains for quite a ways. I think you're right. Should the four of you sneak through we would have to hide the caravan out here, there's really no place in the pass to hide it." Pulling a small flask out of his pouch the merchant offers it towards the group. "If you are going to go ahead, take this. It's a draft that some southern monks make for their wounded." Intrude KefosiIkiruhe shakes his head at the mention of all four going." I believe if we are going to send out scouts there should be no more than two, and they should be those among us that can move with the greatest care and stealth. Our first priority is to ensure that the caravan is safe." He looks thoughtfully at the caravan before continuing." I am not usually the first to suggest violence, however this has been the safest route in the past. Should there be only a small band in the village, it might be worth attempting to force passage. We would most likely have to kill or restrain all those who fight us however, or risk them returning with more warriors." Shinji"I will agree that I am not the best at the art of hiding, I do have some other skills that can come in handy though. And don't worry about the armor, I use said item mostly for looks anyway, I can easily remove it to increase my ability to sneak."" Though If you think I'd be of more assistance staying behind I wouldn't mind." Jin "I believe I would be well suited to solving this problem, I can move quietly and my method of combat does not require a lot of noise"he looks at the heavy armor and blades that surround him,"also I can move much faster than my companions" Lin Reed Listening tentatively to the groups' conversation Reed adds,"If we are to scout ahead, I have several tools that could aid us. That is, if it's alright that I come along. I know I'm not the stealthiest among the group, but I can contribute in other ways." Having said this, Reed began to mentally inventory what tools would help with the upcoming task. He had spoken vaguely on purpose, knowing that his employer still thought of him as just another bodyguard or at most a simple mage. Caution was a Wu-Jen's ally after all. Spoiler Hide Yam, is it alright if I write up a new spell list, or would you prefer I stick to the one from a few "days" ago? My previous spells for the day are listed on post #12. If it's not alright, I still have a few talismans that can use similar spells. Here's the new list, if it's alright to switch: Spoiler Hide Spells for the day LVL 0 1 Ghost Sound 2 Message 1 Create Paper LVL 1 1 Obscuring Mists 2 Paper Avatar 1 Paper Ladder LVL 2 2 Piercing Ray 1 Wall of Paper Related Magic "Well, I suppose you should choose who else is to join you." the merchants tells Jin as he hands him the flask. "And do try to bring that concoction back, the monks don't exactly part with them willingly." The guardsman nods his acceptance of Jin and sweeps gestures towards the other three. "Sending out one man is a poor plan any way you slice it. You should at least choose someone to watch your back." Spoiler Hide Spell selection, is assumed to be as it was. You can change out your spell list after the day is done, but since there was no prior warning that you may need to sneak, I don't see why you would have changed your spell selection that morning. Spoiler Hide Thanks for the reply Yam, that's perfectly understandable. I'll leave it the way it is then. Jin Nodding his thanks to the merchant as he put the flask in his sash Jin turns to the guardsman. "You speak true, it would be a great help to have an ally in this task" he says smiling to his friends, "I believe Master Reed would be most suitable in this, his abilities with the spirits shall be of great help to shield me from harm should we have to face any of these outlaws"." Not that a few hungry men with sticks would be any trouble", Jin thought to himself, but it was better to be sure, especially against an unknown adversary. Lin Reed Nodding in acceptance, Reed removes two miniature paper lanterns from one of his belt pouches. Handing one to Jin he says,"If something happens beyond our control, we can use these as a type of signal fire. That way if we're ambushed or captured the rest of the group will be aware of the danger. All you have to do is crush the lantern to activate it." Turning to Intrude he asked,"Intrude, could you watch my pack for me? I don't want to be too encumbered while we're scouting. It could be a liability during a pivotal moment." Spoiler Hide Besides one set of rations, I'll leave everything else in the pack. I'll also leave 4 of the potion tiles behind and a pint of oil. Otherwise, Reed is ready. =) Intrude KefosiIkiruhe frowns momentarily at Jin before a small grin tugs the corner of his mouth." Do not underestimate these men with sticks Jin. They may prove a challenge, or they may not, however any conflict is a loss for us, unless we kill them all, for they will simply return in greater numbers, and it will be hard for this caravan to out run them!" He accepts the pack from Reed and places next to his own in one of the nearby carts." I shall watch over it for you - just make sure you are watching over each other." He then looks round the group and gestures towards the sky." Time moves on, and so should we. Good luck." Lin Reed"My thanks, Intrude. Don't worry, Jin and I will use the utmost caution. We'll be back before you know it. With a nod in thanks, Reed left to finish his scouting preparations. Hopefully he wasn't forgetting anything. Spoiler Hide Finished my finals. On to the summer (and summer work)! As Jin and Reed head up the road, the wagons make ready to head off the road and into some nearby woods to await their return. For this reason it is the two scouts who see the figure first. A lone rider on horseback rounds curve in the road up ahead, riding towards the caravan with one arm held up in greeting. As the figure closes the two can make out a distinctly inhuman face on the rider, and are quick to warn the others of the potential threat. The caravan however, does not respond as expected, and the guards lower their crossbows upon seeing the rider. "You're Late!" Bellows the wagon master before the figure has even gotten halfway to the group. "We were to meet hours ago. We could have been attacked!" Bram The rider pulls down his cowl and smiles out of a big, wolf-like face." I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The ride was longer than I thought, and I had to go and take a different route back to keep the bandits from chasing me." He jumps off of his spotted horse and strokes her muzzle. He has a very thin, obviously foreign blade on his side. Furthermore, he rubs his big furry hands together and smiles at the caravan. "But I'm back." His face becomes serious very suddenly." I have no idea if the main road is guarded. I do know that the bandits have a whole slew of archers with some very sharp arrows. Furthermore, I met a travelling priest on the way back who was able to pray for my health. Otherwise, I'd still be bleeding a lot. They don't seem to have any horses or anything that could be used as a mount. Trust me, I'd ridden basically anything that could be. "Hostages are fine. They are unharmed because a dead hostage is dead weight, a living hostage is collateral. One of my old senseis taught me that. "If you're going to attack, do so during the day. If not for that priest and his spirit friend, I wouldn't have made it. Demons dance upon the sky, earth and water at night in those hills. Fearsome ones." The wolf man sees the new members of the caravan, and walks straight up to Intrude. He bows and looks Intrude in the eyes." I am Bram. Many call me Lang or Burglar. Whatever you wish to call me is fine, as long as In is in no way a part of it. If I may ask, who are you?" Lin Reed Turning around swiftly as the rider passes Reed looks to Jin and says,"It looks like we have a new arrival. We should go back to the group. The rider might have some information that makes our scouting attempt unnecessary. Having said this he begins to walk back towards the camp. I wonder who the rider is, he thought quietly to himself. Jin"Indeed," Jin said nodding his agreement, speeding up to match his companions pace. Keeping his attention focussed on the newcomer as they approach Jin asks Reed,"friend, you know of the Kai and the otherworld, is this some form of tame demon that walks into our camp to open arms? For it surely is not anything I have yet seen in my travels." As they near the group Jin gets more and more tense, obviously distrustful of the wolf man. Bram looks to Jin and smiles a big toothy grin." Allow me to explain. I do not know where I am from. I know that I had a mother once. However, a cruel man in a red mask slew her. The Yakuza took me in shortly thereafter, once I was almost starved to death." They trained me. They hardened me. But when I reached... my 120th full moon since I joined them, I saw a vision. A dragon came to me and told me to take the honorable path and atone." So I did. And I joined a small group of reformed criminals called the Shirley. And that is what my ring is. I know not if I am Kami or Okay, or something else. I just know that this foreigner's blade feels greater in my hand than any blade made in the forges of this one." Bram looks to Jin. "I hope that you can trust me. I protect my friends. I am a Lang, after all." He then smiles at Intrude and Reed. He bows very low in an attempt to prove his loyalty. "And I apologize for over hearing. My ears are sensitive, like a dog's." Lin Reed About to answer, Reed stops when Bram answers Jin's question for him. It was surprising how well the rider could hear. Having reached the camp's perimeter he stopped and returned the bow to the new arrival." It's nice to meet you Bram, "he said while tucking a sheet of paper back into his pocket." I look forward to working together." It seemed there was no need to expect hostility. In fact the rider appeared rather cordial. "Well then Lang, so now you've met the new hires. We need to get through this pass and that means we need to clear out any bandit scouts. These two here are going to scout ahead for us, and I want you to go with them." the merchant says, while the guardsmen nod a silent greeting to their odd companion. Intrude Depositor his part Intrude returns the bow, if somewhat more guarded, and eyes the newcomer with a weary expression." As long as you are known to our employer then I welcome you... friend..." He looks at Jin, Reed and Bram in turn before continuing." I believe we should continue as planned. We will find a more defensible place to await your return." Shinji Shinji silently listens to the conversation the newcomer brought with him and after Ketosis speaks he bows down just the slightest." I likewise trust you if you are known to our employees" The plain white mask shifts a little as Shinji speaks. "I suggest we start moving, I dislike surprises so we should move the wagons as soon as we are able" He stays silent for a short while before talking again "May your feet stay quiet and your faces unseen, Go." Bram nods, puts his cowl back on and remounts his horse." Shuulkaan Kyruus Morgan, Kara a certain all'tail." To those that know goblinoidSpoiler Hide Come now Horse, let us ride ahead. Spoiler Hide how do you type in a roll? I want to do a Ride check if needed... Lin Reed"Yes, we should move out now while we can. We'll return when we can with whatever information we can gather." With a nod goodbye Reed leaves to follow the departing Bram. Jin Staring intently at Bram through the entire exchange Jin now looks to Ketosis, "I trust your judgment swordsman....", he seemed about to say more but instead turned and followed the scouting party. The scouts, now three, move up into the pass while the caravan pulls off the road and heads towards the nearby tree cover. The guards, with little else to do but chat, loosen up after the first few hours and start swapping tales among each other and with the adventurers staying behind. Jin and Reed, though skilled enough on their own, find the going easier with Bram's expertise. Even so speed is the price one pays for stealth and with all the blind corners and switchbacks in the road their travel through the pass bogs down. Worse yet, though none of the three have noticed any signs of a lookout, not a one of them can say for certain they're any, or that their passage went unnoticed. The pass itself is free of ambush so far, but that is little consolation. It grows late by the time Jin's group makes it to a large clearing a few shacks that marks the halfway point of the pass. At this rate it will be night by the time they reach the town, and should they not hurry back, day by the time they reach the caravan. They could abandon their skulking to buy time and a half a nights rest, but all understand the price of that gamble. The shacks themselves look disused and worn down, but there are signs of recent fires in the midst of the clearing. In fact Jin is rather certain that there is a large fire here of a regular basis. Bram looks around. "Hrrrmmm..." his humming sounding like a slight growl. "A fire is here normally... perhaps every night, maybe every other, definitely once or twice a week... it could be a demon, but I'd suspect bandits." Bram thinks." I do not need rest too dearly. I think I shall be fine for another day. But if either of you need rest, a clearing like this may work, and I can keep watch."(IOC: Okay, seriously. I forgot how to roll on the boards. I want to make a search, and a listen. Any help?) Spoiler Hide Try (roll)1d20+?(/roll), replacing with square brackets and the question mark with your relevant modifier. If you want to put detail into the roll, you could try: [roll=listen] Lin Reed"Thanks for the offer Bram, but I should be alright for the time being. Unless Jin would like to rest"Looking in the direction of the supposed abandoned shacks, He could only wonder if they were secretly occupied. Thinking of the small-paper crane in his belt pouch, he contemplated sending it out to scout. Unfortunately it was his last paper avatar, and it had been some time since he had studied how to make one on the fly. Blast, I knew I should have been more prepared today. A Wu-Jen should study all aspects of the art, not just the basic arts. First thing I do when we get back and a free moment I'm looking over that book again, he thought while mentally reprimanding himself." What do you guys think? Should we check those few buildings or continue ahead towards the town? Spoiler Hide A couple skills checks while we rest. Listen: (1d20+2)[19] For any signs of life Spot: (1d20+5)[7] Try to see if anyone is at the campsite or in the trees. Search: 15 (Taking 10, if that's alright) Searching immediate area for signs of recent travel listen - (1d20+9)[27]search - (1d20+9)[13]spot - (1d20)[19]for all the same reasons Bram thinks for a minute. "We may want to look at those buildings. But we must be careful and quiet about it." Bram pats his horse and jumps off. "However, if we continue on we can make good time. But I am afraid my curiosity is beginning to overcome me. If you two wish to look at the building, I will gladly follow. If you wish t go back to the town, I can show what little I have seen." Jin"I would like to take a look at the huts, they may provide helpful information as to the numbers that pass through here" says Jin looking at the fireplace, "for it is always good to know your enemy, all the better to defeat them." Jin remembered when Abbot Han had told him that during one of his lectures under the red oak pagoda in one of the meditation gardens. The lesson had always served him well during his training. After deciding the clearing is indeed empty, the scouts search the area. Jin and Bram find no evidence that the huts are even used much as they each have a small layer of dust coating their floors. There are signs of disturbance some time back, another group of travelers stopping for a rest perhaps, but nothing recent. Reed can find no signs of travel in the hard packed road, but his diligent search is not without some small victory, as it appears whoever lights the fires comes in off the mountain side, following the many small animal trails that pass through the clearing. Lin Reed Huddled near the floor of the clearing Reed continued his search about the grounds. Finding something of interest, he motions to the two with his hand." Jin. Bram. Take a look at this." After a short pause to stand and stretch his sore back he continued,"I found some tracks coming from the direction of the mountains. Looks like whoever lights these fires arrives from there. Unfortunately, the elements have faded the tracks. I can't tell when they were last here." Bram looks over the tracks. "It's times like this I wish I was more like a bloodhound..." Bram shakes his head." Even if the tracks are cold, it is obvious that this place is frequented. It is not safe to stay here. Perhaps we could go a bit further up the road and find a safe place to rest. Lin Reed, I have travelled well with magic users. If you wish to rest to change your spells, that may be good. I can take a first watch. My eyes may be a bit more adaptive to the night than your own." Bram looked to his companions to see if his idea would be taken well. Lin Reed"Your right. It'd be best to go before whoever was here returns. The less the risk of being discovered the better." Looking over the small community of buildings he continued,"No need for such formalities Bram, just Reed is fine." Pausing in thought a moment he added,"As for rest, I don't know about Jin, but I should be fine for a while longer. It'd be nice to make a little more distance before the night is through. After guarding the caravan for so long it's been a nice change of pace." Glad to know that Reed has accepted him, Bram smiles. "Yes. Come, Morgan!" His horse trots over slowly at hearing its name. Bram hops on the horse, and then notices something. His tail has been wagging this whole time."Oh, my. How embarrassing." Bram's hands shoot straight behind himself and hold the tail down on the horse until it stops moving." So, let us ride, yes?" Jin"I am not in need of rest for the moment, and it would indeed be to make some distance before we make camp" says Jin looking at the pass ahead, "perhaps one of us should scout ahead of our party, to ward against ambush." Looking at his companions he instantly disqualifies Reed out of hand for the job, but wonders whether the On could serve this purpose for he seems light on his feet and to be perceptive." I believe I am best suited to this job, though perhaps you would like the honor...." Jin stares at Bram waiting for an answer (IOC: My character sheet's site is down for the moment, so I'm going to post that response later.) Bram nods. "It'll be like old times... well, the good parts of the old times, anyway..." Bram gets on the back of Morgan and rides off, slowly and quietly. Spoiler Hide spot - (1d20)[5] ride - (1d20+12)[27] listen - (1d20+9)[29] move silently - (1d20+10)[28] Not long after they leave the deserted clearing the clouds finally break, blanketing the entire mountain in a sheet of falling water. The curtains of rain are both a blessing and a curse for the scouts, concealing them but also concealing the mountains from them. Only once does Bram hear something of note, a mountain cat hungry enough to hunt in the deluge, just above the road. However, the beast is not hungry enough to take on another predator; not when it was the one surprised. The cat bolts down the mountain side and back into obscurity when it finally notices Bram slinking towards it. It is night when the three finally reach the end of the pass and see the town. The rain has let up to a mere drizzle by now and visibility has returned for the most part. Despite the late hour you can see people moving about down below and a fire large enough to survive the light downpour. Judging by the stagger of some of the figures there may have been a party. But these are brigands, so it's no guarantee.----Meanwhile Intrude and Shinji are relaxing and drying off in a small tent, their turn at watch ended just as the rain abates. They get to spend the rest of the night warm and dry. Bram heads back to Intrude and Reed, ready to tell them all that he knows. Spot - (1d20)[20](to see danger on the way back)listen - (1d20+9)[26](to listen for dangers on the way back)move silently - (1d20+10)[20](to not be heard by dangers)hide - (1d20+10)[14](to not be seen by dangers)ride - (1d20+12)[31](to ride Morgan... because it'd be bad to abandon my horse!) Lin Reeds the rain fell a worried looked hovered across Reed's face. Hurriedly he ensured that his supplies remained as dry." Great. Rain,"he muttered under his breath. More than anything or anyone in the past whether human, beast, or other adversary the rain always proved to be an unyielding opponent. It had also proved, time and again, to be one of the greatest deterrents to a paper caster's abilities. Thankfully it had seemed to die down some by the time they reached the town." Seems the soldiers were telling the truth. There's the town, full of bandits and brigands,"he whispered quietly." We should gather a little more intel and hurry back to the others." Spoiler Hide Thought I should quickly clarify Reed's speech style "Hello" Normally Spoken "Hello" Whispered, Muttered, or Quietly Spoken Hello. Wait... Thought The three scouts watch the town a little longer before taking off. It seems the brigands keep a small watch at night as four men seem less drunk than the rest, and all four are keeping an eye on one of the large barns in the area. There are others about, but if those four are the only ones the caravan should need to worry about. Convinced they had learned all they safely could, the three turn about, heading back through the pass and pressing on through the night. It was the drums that warned them first as the scouts approach the clearing that had given them pause before. Of course, the smoke and the glare from a large fire would have still proved warning enough even if the merrymaking hadn't. Jin Looking looking intently at the rowdy group surrounding the large fire Jin asks his companions, gesturing toward the other side of the clearing"what are we going to do about this....they block our path, and that fire gives us no darkness to use". A grin spread across his face,"we may well have to fight our way through this, excellent". Carefully assessing the situation, paying particular attention to numbers, drunkenness and access to weapons, Jin tries to pick out the biggest threats in the crowd." I must find their leaders" he thought, "they are likely to be the best test of my skill...and more besides, if you cut the head off of a snake, the body dies." Abram growls. "I prefer the dark... curses..." He thinks. "I'm only good one on one in the dark. Jin, Reed, what's our plan?" Lin Reed"Hard to say,"answers Reed." If possible we should avoid any attention from the locals and return to the caravan. If we sneak through the brush, however, we could unintentionally reveal our presence. I'll leave the decision to you two." Looking over the clearing, Reed begins to observe the situation." If we do decide to attack, we should make sure there aren't any more of them first." Spoiler Hide Sorry for the delay everyone, work's been kind of busy. Spot: (1d20+5)[24] (Try and See if there are any more scouts) "Like I said, I'm no good in the light unless I have back-up. I say we go back to the caravan and get the rest of that group you guys came with. Wait... there are more than just you two right?" Bram cocks his head to the side intrinsically.(IOC: Edit: Stupid censor program...) Jin Jin, keeping his eyes on the drunk brigands says "of course there are, we travel with a swordsman from the far lands of", he pauses uncertainly losing the slightly annoyed tone in his voice", will I truly do not know, and we also have master Shinji, he communes with Kai, or so he says, I find him a little peculiar"Removing his eyes from their previous fixation Jin looks to Reed"so you suppose we should return, or fight? I believe we could defeat them." Lin Reed"Hard to say,"he repeats. After a small pause he adds with a slight grin,"However, if you believe we can take them, I'll gladly lend a hand." In preparation for a potential battle, Reed withdraws a small, paper cube from within one of his belt pouches. Allowing it to rest in his hands, he continues to look onward over the group of brigands. Bram looks around at the brigands." Well... if we're going to give them a fight, they might as well get a good one. I'm in then." Bram smiles his big toothy grin. Problem is, a Lupin grin looks like baring of fangs to some... As the three scouts prepare for battle Bram is the first to notice the oddities in the 'brigands' they planned to face. It was the flickering of the fire that gave him a glimpse of the drummer in the shadows. Not just a large man, but a towering creature hunched in upon itself to look smaller, one beady eye reflecting the fire before he was lost in shadows again. Then he looked at the others, looking now not for weapons but for the oddities that mark a demon different from men. And there he saw them; the horns on some, so hard to see against the dark and the smoke, the red hue of the skin, mistaken at first for the light of the fire. The fur on one that was not his. And then Bram felt a change in the wind. The dances pause, the drummer falling out of beat before he too stopped, his head turning this way and that to see what disturbed them while the others strained their ears or sniffed at the air. "[SIZE="2"]Psst...[/SIZE]" Bram tried to whisper to Jin. "Psst... Grrr... Jin. They aren't human. They aren't Lang. Furthermore, they are demon..."(Move Silently for speaking, so demons don't hear Bram - (1d20+10)[19])Bram readies his short bow just in case. He thinks Jin can handle melee. I'll go ranged then. (bump because I want to keep playing Bram) (I'm still keeping tabs on the game... Just thought it had died!)

Drifting Blossoms|rating:4.0

2001_ A World on the Brink!(IC_Open)

IOC and Sign Ups September 15th,2001 TenochtitlanChpt!: The Aztec Jaguar Awakens. Presidential Palace Montezuma paced about his office nervously; he had an address with Congress later that evening and this time he was to convince them of stationing border units on the border with the CSA. The disastrous war in the 1930s saw the Los of Mexicali peninsula a very important port area and intended to take it back as to flex the new Aztec military muscle that was built up over 7 decades after. The Aztecs were in a precarious situation, the Caribbean ocean was home to more than 5 different navies from various powerful countries; this was unsettling to Montezuma to have these nations prowl the waters practically in the Aztecs own backyard. The Aztec Republican Navy laid claim to the entire Gulf of Aztec which unsetted the Confederates because they felt their maritime borders were being violated. Montezuma didn't care, he knew that someone had to fire the shot yet again sooner or later. But now the economy was deteriorating ever since the attack in New York brought down the Towers. 400 Aztec businessmen and women lost their lives that day so it was true when they say that the whole world had been affected by it, especially economic wise. Many Aztec investors lost money when the buildings collapsed, some even went bankrupt. The solution wasn't easy, in all honesty Montezuma didn't know how he could recover from this. He paced more, messing up the rug and making a louder thump with his feet each step he took frustrating his secretaries below him. I got it!, he said loudly. He began to scribble furiously on his paper where the speech to Congress resided, this was his most important speech yet as not only will it decide the fate of the Baja peninsula but also the fate of the Aztec economy. What Montezuma intended to provide comfortability and security, but as he saw it there was only one option he could choose. Security; this would provide each Aztec family financial stability where h could still cultivate his consumer society. He began to pace once more again, the whether was warm 99 degrees that day and the AC had been shut down because of too many power outages. The sweat accumulated under his pits and the droplets trickled down his forehead conforming to the curve of his brow ad drooping onto the bridge of his nose. He wiped his forehead and reviewed his speech. Yes indeed this was a very important speech. Montezuma looked up in front of him, glanced at the globe in his office and went over to it. He spun it and then abruptly stopped the spinning earth. Confederate States of America; this is where his pointer finger landed on. If war should break out he knew that the only way to win the war was to use infamous Blitz tactics. Move fast and strike fast this was the motto of the military. He opened up a manila folder on his desk which gave various reports, economic, internal security, and the UAV pictures of CSA military positions on the peninsula. It was rather undefended since it held a very small garrison of Confederate infantry; looked like hardly any hardware stationed on the peninsula except for a few APC's. Montezuma wanted to send in 50,000 Jaguar troops to handle the job, but what he feared was that the Confederates will call their long-standing ally, the British who forever looked towards the downfall of the Aztecs. Ever since the Kingston incident the Aztec navy has always been on high alert when confronting the British, Montezuma believes that the British hegemony established in the Americas should and will soon come to an abrupt end. The Aztec people grew weary of the economic recession and needed an overseas adventure to distract them from domestic problems. He was certain that a 2-4 week war and a secured victory should boost presidential ratings greatly. Montezuma decided to take a shower before he went to Congress. He dressed in new clothes and fixed his tie. As soon as he gave his hair one last slick back, while looking in the mirror, he headed off towards his chauffeur who was waiting for him in uniform in the blistering heat. And in a hurry off they went to address all the old Senators die-hard loyalists of the regime Federal Senate, Congress, Tenochtitlan WIP It seemed only like a day ago when the Byzantine Rebels took over Rhodes from the Greeks. Now it was the center for their missions and had a huge military base that hosted the main HQ of the rebel group. Dimitri was thinking about all this when one his generals walked up to him. The man was named Alexander and was the second in command. He also just recently got back from a raid on a small military base near the Ottoman Capital and sent word that it was a victory with over 50 modern weapons captured and 2 tanks. This would help with an offense that Dimitri was planning that would hopefully make the Ottomans come to the table to make a deal. They heard about a Syrian freedom group and have already sent messages trying to make them their allies. Meanwhile, 5 tanks (which is around 80% of their total tank force) would be sent and land in Syria. Then, 15,000 men land with the tanks and march on to a northern military base that boasts over 7,500 Ottoman troops. The Byzantines never tried to take on a base with over 2500, so this would be unexpected and that's what they were hoping for. Dimitri presented this plan to Alexander and Alexander nodded in agreement, only saying it would be wise to message the French in Cyprus and to raid numerous small bases to take attention away from their big offense. Both of these things were done and Dimitri ordered for the men to get ready to go and land in Syria by a week. After church, Spencer Cox sat down on the sofa." sir. What are you going to do about our foreign policy?"" oh, Larry, you worry too much. We aren't going to do shit. Now get me my box of cigars."" yes sir."his aide walked over to the closet and pulled out a box of pull Iggy mesh cigars." match or lighter?"" eh, match, it gives of a finer taste if ya use them like that."" I prefer barbecue." Cox grinned. " Y' know that's what we'll do, lets g'wan down to Dickey's barbecue pit and get the Saturday special."" pulled pork for nine bucks?"" you know it baby. Let's roll."they both hopped in the car and came back an hour later." so, what about this here, problem?"" the Army is not getting paid enough, and we need to think of a solution."" how much an hour?"" currently it's 14.30 an hour."" raise it to 20. That'll show those bastards"" yes sir."he turned on the T. V." a remember folks, don't forget to vote for your one and only Spencer cox! Your holy spiritual leader. The Joseph Smith of today, for tomorrow"he laughed at the campaign add." looking sexy as ever, Mr. Cox!"" are-are you talking to yourself?"" yes! Who else would I talk to?!"" I don't know."he shrugged. "A lot better than talking to fat chicks, ain't it?!"" y-yes."" good. Now organize a staff meeting and prepare the Crusade to Colorado!"" y-yes sir." Oswald was sitting in his office." What do you think of Desert?" asked the Foreign Minister as he came in." Deseret is quite frankly doomed to fail. Time has shown what happens to religious theocracies."" I suppose so. How do you think they will fall?"" Probably through revolt. Or through invasion by the Confederacy."" Perhaps. But what should our policy be right now?"" When the time comes, support a revolt or invasion. For now, suck them dry of resources. They may be of use." To: Spencer Cox From: Oswald LuxemburgHello, Holy Spiritual Leader wish for a trade agreement. We can supply electronics and consumer goods. We wish for salt and fuel. We hope you will agree to this, as this could bring our two great nations together. From, Oswaldo: Dimitri From: Oswald LuxemburgHello, We wish to aid you in your struggle against the Ottoman imperialists. As such, we will supply your cause. We can supply troops, tanks, and anything else you require. We ask that in return, when you get in power, we get lower prices on the fuel in the area. Thank you. From, Oswald Luxembourg, Premier of the Andes Worker's Free State"Also, we shall set our sights on ruling South America. It is time for those Capitalist aided dictatorships around us to fall." said Oswald... Dawn for new Yugoslavia Serbia has gained large control over capitalist companies and government brought communism back to power in Serbia. Yet Serbia is still very unstable because of various problems happening in Kosovo next to unemployment and next to low education. Still when Vladimir won elections against Voilà Tunica communism was back. Yet a lot has to be done. And Vladimir, to boost people's morale he gave a speech that made hope into Serbia. Vladimir giving a speeches a part from his speech "So understand me people. No American, European, Albanian or anyone shall harm us without paying the price! And I promise you! In the name of god! I won't be calm, till Kosovo is under full control of Serbia! And until Yugoslavia is back to her legs again! Communism shall be alive yet again!" And since Serbian government began taking control of various companies, new factories were being build from the government as well to get people to work there. New education programs are already boosting up education and Serbian military was back in action and various trainings are being held right now. Serbian people say "Balkan Bear is awoken and he wants revenge". "Sir! Letter from somewhere !" Spencer cox got up from the floor."what does it say?"" they are asking for salt and fuel."" for?"" for electronics and consumer goods, we just need to give them salt and fuel."" salt?"cox wondered why the hell a nation would need salt. Probably for rubbing it on the floor to stop a fire or something." ask them how much of our resources do they need, i they want to dry up the damn well, they can go fuck themselves."' yes sir."TO: Mr. Lucy Howdy, partner. Ho w much salt and fuel do you need, but do not worry, as we have already agreed to the electronics and consumer goods part. May god be with you, Cox. Second Kosovo War After military preparations have been done. Serbian army marched into Kosovo and already occupied Northern Area which has mostly Serbian population. Immediately air strikes have been committed in Kosovo army bases. Serbian army is preparing to attack Priština. Serbian Army in Kosovo And as well Serbian army began arresting extra members, and they were all brought to the Supreme Court of Belgrade where they have been punished for their crimes. There's already feeling that Albania will intervene this fight and Serbian army is already prepared for it. Serbian Empire wrote:Second Kosovo War After military preparations have been done. Serbian army marched into Kosovo and already occupied Northern Area which has mostly Serbian population. Immediately air strikes have been committed in Kosovo army bases. Serbian army is preparing to attack Priština.(Image)Serbian Army in Kosovo And as well Serbian army began arresting extra members, and they were all brought to the Supreme Court of Belgrade where they have been punished for their crimes. There's already feeling that Albania will intervene this fight and Serbian army is already prepared for it. From: Oswald Luxemburger: Vladimir Greetings fellow Socialist nation, It seems you wish to unify Yugoslavia. We will of course help. We can send a small portion of our Air Force over, and we can send in a large portion of our Navy. In addition, we can send 2,000 troops to aid you on land. From, Oswold Luxembourg of The Andes Worker's Free StateOswold sighed as he finished the letter. Germany was rising under the Fascist banner once more. It was a roaring lion, ready to pounce at the heart of Europe. -moved- Dutch land-UK-Prussia wrote:Serbian Empire wrote:Second Kosovo War After military preparations have been done. Serbian army marched into Kosovo and already occupied Northern Area which has mostly Serbian population. Immediately air strikes have been committed in Kosovo army bases. Serbian army is preparing to attack Priština.(Image)Serbian Army in Kosovo And as well Serbian army began arresting extra members, and they were all brought to the Supreme Court of Belgrade where they have been punished for their crimes. There's already feeling that Albania will intervene this fight and Serbian army is already prepared for it. From: Oswald Luxemburger: Vladimir Greetings fellow Socialist nation, It seems you wish to unify Yugoslavia. We will of course help. We can send a small portion of our Air Force over, and we can send in a large portion of our Navy. In addition, we can send 2,000 troops to aid you on land. From, Oswold Luxembourg of The Andes Worker's Free StateOswold sighed as he finished the letter. Germany was rising under the Fascist banner once more. It was a roaring lion, ready to pounce at the heart of Europe. To: Oswald Luxembourg of The Andes Worker's Free State From: Vladimir Andjelkovic, President of Serbia We thank you my fellows. Communism and Socialism shall rise up once more. We accept. London, United Kingdom Tony Blair was perhaps the most popular Prime Minister which Britain had ever had. He was four years into his premiership; By now, Wilson had been targeted by the media, Major was close to being stabbed in the back by his own party and Thatcher had nearly been killed by the IRA. Blair was happy with his situation. He could also be happy with his record- A reversal of the biggest NHS crisis since its creation, and the continuation of the privatization schemes without large price inflation for trains, water and gas. With him in charge and with Gordon Brown as his trusty Chancellor, anything was possible. Good thing, too. Britain was constantly falling down the world economy and military rankings. It was now the 4th largest economy in the world, including its colonies. 40 years ago, it had been the 2nd largest. It had the 5th strongest military whereas at some points in history it was the superior military power of the whole world. Yes, Britain's power was on the wane, and yet, while it was not exactly a superpower, it was still arguably the 2nd most important nation in the world, after the Soviet Union, which was very close to collapse (if Western media was to be believed.) Blair was entering the weekly cabinet meeting, featuring big names like John Prescott, Jack Straw and Tessa Powell. Normally these were dull at best, but this time it was different. The reason was 9/11. This was, according to newspapers "the dawn of a new age." Britain had to rethink entirely its place in the world and its policy towards the rest of the globe. This cabinet meeting was the beginning of this process. Blair sat down in his seat, with the melancholy-as-ever Gordon Brown on his right and the curiously jolly John Prescott on his left." Afternoon all. Obviously this meeting is going to be extremely different. We need to think about what our reaction to the disgraceful events in America should be. My mind is nearly made up. I think we should join a coalition to invade the Ottoman Republic. I need someone here to dissuade me before I put the idea before parliament. Anyone got an alternative suggestion to war?" Alistair Downing spoke first- "I can't give you one, I'm afraid. The Ottoman Republic is extremely resource rich, and Istanbul is strategically vital to any nation involved in the Mediterranean. The only advice I can give you is to take at least some of this... Well, let's call it an empire, because it is really. I think we should conquer it before anyone else can."" How many troops can we muster for this?" asked Blair. Geoff Hewn, Minister for Defense, spoke up. "We can send up to 48,000 troops, so we would need to be part of a coalition in order to stand a chance against the vast population of the area."" Interesting. I guess one of the American nations will ask us for help eventually?"" Undoubtedly. Our economic and military might will be attractive to them. They could also use Gibraltar or Malta as a base, another good reason to have us on board."" Great, but what about aircraft and naval ships? How many of them do we have to spare?"" We can probably send our aircraft carriers there, try and get permission to use a base in Cyprus. It did use to be ours, after all. Add in three cruisers a couple of destroyers, a frigate and some submarines, and we have a fully-functioning naval fleet."" And the air force?"" That's tougher. You see, I would like us to conduct bombing raids on Ottoman lands if this plan goes ahead. This means the only place we can launch our planes from is the Sudan, which leaves them wide open to the full force of Ottoman AA guns."" And that's a big problem, is it?" Asked Blair"Oh yes," Hewn replied. "They have very capable AA defenses. We would need to negotiate with a regional power to use their aircraft bases."" Any suggestions?" Jack Straw, foreign secretary, handled this question. "I think Greece is our best bet. It's far from the USSR, who wouldn't want us interfering intheirsphere of influence, especially after last time."" Yes, we don't want the threat of nuclear war to come up again." The meeting proceeded like this for some time. In the end, the following was decided on:1. A vote to join any coalition would be put before parliament.2. Britain would join any coalition against the Ottomans which invited it to join.3. Britain would avoid confrontation with the Soviets. After all, the Soviets were, admittedly, the one remaining superpower. The following day After the meeting ended, Blair had spent the rest of the morning drafting messages to be sent to certain world leaders. He had waited until today, looked the messages over one last time and then sent them. To: Socialist Republic of Serbia From: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland Encryption: Very high Greetings, Yesterday I held a cabinet meeting, in which we discussed many pressing foreign policy issues from around the world. One of these was the current events in Serbia, or as it is now known, the Socialist Republic of Serbia. Communism is an ideology opposed to our own. We therefore would not like to see a new fully-communist country in Europe, our backyard. As an incentive for you to change your course, to at least a social-democratic parliamentary state, we would like to offer you a trip to London, where we can discuss new trade deals between our countries. The Serbian economy has been poor for many years, and we can help you sort that out. Conversely, if you continue with your set course, we will be forced to withdraw some of what little trade our nations already have between each other. I don't want this to happen, but we cannot accept communism in Europe. We fought for years to destroy the Iron Curtain. Please don't redraw it. I hope you consider our offer and the consequences if you refuse. Yours, Tony Blair, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland To: Federal Republic of AztecaFrom: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland Greetings, I am writing to discuss foreign policy with you. We both have holdings in North America, of course. You have your homelands, we have the colonies of Belize, Jamaica, Grenada and Bermuda. We are nervous about growing tensions in the region, and (I hope you take this as a compliment) your nation is one of the greatest potential threats to our own. This is why we propose the following: You guarantee the continuation of British colonial presence in North America, and we guarantee that if you are invaded by another power we will fight your corner. I hope you accept this proposal; It is, after all, in both of our best interests to comply. Yours, Tony Blair, Prime Minister of Great Britain and Northern Ireland Second Kosovo War Serbian army advanced and began battle of Priština. LA and Albanians began to fight together. Meanwhile, Serbian Air Force bombards Tirana, capital of Albania. Vladimir stated that every single stolen piece of land will be returned to Serbia. Battle of Pristina Vladimir as well got the letter from UK, and he replied to UK Prime Minister. To: Prime Minister of United Kingdom From: Vladimir Andjelkovic, President of Serbia Sir, I won elections. And now you tell me that I should back off. Firstly you bombed us and now you want to be friends? Well it ain't that easy as you might think. And about Kosovo, it has always been ours until you arrived. Well we shall bring it back in any way as possible. Kosovo has been our heart since the beginning. And now you tell me I should back off? Well sorry but I disagree. I hope there are no hard feelings. 10:00 AM九月十五日2001年 （15 September, 2001）總統府 (Presidential Office Building)臺北市 （ Taipei City）President Yang Chuan-Wang sat quietly at his desk. It was an antique given to him by the first President of the Republic, Wu Xiao Dong, on his inauguration day seven years ago. The wood was creamily smooth, and cool to the touch. Black varnish and gold trim were intricately layered on top of expert carvings of Tigers, traditional designs, etc to give off an almost holy aura. Wang was pretty sure it had belonged to the magistrate back in the 1790 when Formosa was still of province of the Qing Dynasty. The humor of it still being in service, and belonging to the president of this free nation after all these years was very apparent to Wang, and after all it was a nice gift. A small glass of Malayan rice liquor rested next to a disheveled stack of papers, and a new top of the line ASUS 370ie desktop computer. To the right of the desk a massive 64 Kilogram Bouvier DES Flanders tossed in his sleep and rolled onto his back. The giant dog slowly opened his eyes and peaked at Wang through the thick mat of hair and made a low-pitched noise. Wang smiled and continued reading news articles on his computer. "War, war, war, Kardashians, war", Wang sighed to himself as his daily reality check came to a close. Mostly the news was about Kosovo, and the tense situation over in the Americas. Wang's Aztec was not very proficient, of the 14 languages he had learned over the course of his life, he found it to be the most frustrating. Something about the grammar and phonetics simply eluded him, but he was able to understand an article that came up on Aztec economic policy, and expansion. He paused upon finishing the short page to take a large sip of his drink, before a series of hard taps on the door drew him out of his working silence. "Chin-pang," he called out without taking his eyes off the screen. A few seconds later a portly older man with graying hair and a waxed mustache appeared in the doorway. The Bouvier perked his head up and growled softly, as if to dare the man to move forward. Anxiously, he announced "Chong-thong, NIU gap King pay Mai Hollie hi (Mr. President, we have a draft of the letter for the Aztec Government)"Wang smiled and waved the man over to his desk. Carefully he did so, never taking his eyes of the now focused dog. He bowed and with both hand gave the letters to President Wang. Totaling 15 pages, the agreement proposed several duties, and taxes that would boost sales of Aztec goods significantly during the first five years in exchange for contracts with Formosan computer companies in government and school settings. Tourism provisions were included, even an invitation to attend the 91st birthday of Wu Xiao Dong in December. The opulent celebration would be open to all leaders of the world, however Wang still thought it would make a difference to personally invite world leaders. After translating and agreeing with all the legalese he signed it, and sent it out to be formally passed to the Aztec Government through their embassy. Summery:Proposal of Friendship agreement with Aztec Government Economic proposal to boost both economy Invitation sent for President Montezuma to attend birthday celebrations of First President of Formosa. Oswald was sitting in his office chair. He was worried about the amount of nations being friendly to the northern Fascists. They would soon see why Fascists shouldn't be trusted, after all, Germany is a rising power. And the false German government wishing to annex the surrounding nations must be put down. Of course, the Aztec Nationalists (or Fascists as the Worker's State kindly called them) were the alternate option to a Lower American/Andean South America. They would soon see. They would soon see. To: Vladimir From: Oswald LuxemburgEncryption: Open Hello again, We will send the Luxembourg, our only aircraft carrier, to your nation immediately. We recently self-constructed this boat, after buying the blueprints off the Soviets for a measly amount. It however has cost us the entire practical defense budget. From these planes can be launched to aid you. In addition, I would like to arrange to personally meet you. From, Oswold Luxembourg, Premier of the Andes Worker's Free State Terrorist attacks had also happened recently. The Ottomans had the leader... somewhere. While he didn't like the Ottomans, he wasn't about to throw his lot in with the English. He decided on a new organization, the Fifth Internationale. It would serve as a replacement for the Warsaw Pact, and would meet in Warsaw every 3 months. He would pass this by the Soviets and Chinese first, and it could be an alternative for the Byzantines. They wouldn't want a possible ally to be with the English instead... Dutch land-UK-Prussia wrote:To: Vladimir From: Oswald LuxemburgEncryption: Open Hello again, We will send the Luxembourg, our only aircraft carrier, to your nation immediately. We recently self-constructed this boat, after buying the blueprints off the Soviets for a measly amount. It however has cost us the entire practical defense budget. From these planes can be launched to aid you. In addition, I would like to arrange to personally meet you. From, Oswold Luxembourg, Premier of the Andes Worker's Free State From: Vladimir, President of Serbia To: Oswald Luxemburger didn't have to send your only aircraft carrier for something small. Yet it would be useful when we go up against other ex-Yugoslav nations. And I got interested into meeting you as well. And I would like to arrange meeting in Belgrade, our capital. I hope we will be good allies and I hope communism shall rule the world.... Some al-Rashid members patrol some streets in Mexico, giving bribes and holding up their territory, acting like dogs, finally, they each a brick building, labeled in Spanish as "The broadcast box", they set up the camera and begin, the video is directed to the Europe, as they're an easy target, close to Syria, the second base, at first, static, then a man at a table is on-screen, masked, he spoke in Spanish, English subtitles are provided, "Hello, this is al-Rashid. Dear Serbia and Kosovo and others, our neighbors to the north, we have advice, Prepare, we may be in Mexico, but we have personell in Syria, ready to advance to you." He pointed at the camera "Best of luck." The video cuts off, more static The next day, a car bomb was set off in a bank, 3 died, all Rashid claims responsibility for the attack Serbian Empire wrote:Dutch land-UK-Prussia wrote:To: Vladimir From: Oswald LuxemburgEncryption: Open Hello again, We will send the Luxembourg, our only aircraft carrier, to your nation immediately. We recently self-constructed this boat, after buying the blueprints off the Soviets for a measly amount. It however has cost us the entire practical defense budget. From these planes can be launched to aid you. In addition, I would like to arrange to personally meet you. From, Oswold Luxembourg, Premier of the Andes Worker's Free State From: Vladimir, President of Serbia To: Oswald Luxemburger didn't have to send your only aircraft carrier for something small. Yet it would be useful when we go up against other ex-Yugoslav nations. And I got interested into meeting you as well. And I would like to arrange meeting in Belgrade, our capital. I hope we will be good allies and I hope communism shall rule the world....IOC:If you call the reunification of Yugoslavia small, well.IC:TELEGRAM:To: Vladimir Very well. I will come... shall we say in a week?IOC:Couldn't think of how to extend it. Dutch land-UK-Prussia wrote:Serbian Empire wrote:From: Vladimir, President of Serbia To: Oswald Luxemburger didn't have to send your only aircraft carrier for something small. Yet it would be useful when we go up against other ex-Yugoslav nations. And I got interested into meeting you as well. And I would like to arrange meeting in Belgrade, our capital. I hope we will be good allies and I hope communism shall rule the world....IOC:If you call the reunification of Yugoslavia small, well.IC:TELEGRAM:To: Vladimir Very well. I will come... shall we say in a week?IOC:Couldn't think of how to extend it. To: OswoldFrom: Vladimir Good. It's a deal. Now let's take care of this pesky Albanians!IOC: We are attacking Kosovo first, then we will prepare so yes, it's small but when we go for others it won't be small. London, UK Tony Blair read over the message that arrived from Serbia. He was appalled by the way it was written. It was absolutely insulting and poorly worded to boot. He called Jack Straw, foreign secretary to the British government, to 10 Downing Street to discuss the issue." Well, Jack, feast your eyes on this." Jack took a few moments to read the letter." This... I... I've never seen anything like it." A pause. "Are you sure it's actually from the Serbian government."" Unfortunately, yes, it was from the official email address. So, what do we need to do?"" Break off relations immediately. End trade, immediately. Perhaps impose sanctions, but we'll need parliament to agree."" Good," Blair said. "This is exactly what I was thinking. I can't get over how insulting the letter was."" I know. Well, I shall send them a letter on your behalf informing them of our decision." As Straw left, Tony Blair said "I think this is a new record, Jack."" What?"" The fastest breakdown of relations in human history." Jack Straw laughed as he left the front room. Later in the hour Jack Straw composed a letter fairly quickly, got Tony Blair's say-so, and sent it to the Serbian embassy in London to be passed onwards to the Serbian government. To: Serbia From: Britain Good evening, You may be aware of the letter which was sent to our Prime Minister by yours. The letter was, frankly, a kick in the teeth. Tony Blair says that he has never been so insulted by a letter in his life, and I have to say I agree. Tough steps are going to have to be taken now, I'm afraid. Here is our plan of action, to be implemented by the end of the month.-All diplomatic relations are now broken off, effective immediately.-Our embassy in Belgrade will be closed and dismantled by two weeks time. We give you the same time period to leave London, or else we will have to liquidate your embassy's assets without compensation.-All public sector trade with Serbian companies will be broken off, without compensation, within the next 14 days. Again, if the Serbian companies do not leave within 14 days, we will liquidate their assets without compensation. We are also going to discuss sanctions in parliament in the next week or so, and, depending on the opinion of our MPs, they will be or won't be implemented against your country. So, you have 14 days to shut down this embassy before we liquidate your assets here. Yours, Jack Straw, Foreign Secretary of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland House of Commons, London After a rush three-day series of debates and alteration-making, it was time for MPs to vote on the idea of joining a coalition against the Ottoman Republic should one come across. The results were as follows:Pro-invasion: 312Anti-invasion: 249So, the idea of an invasion coalition was passed. Now, all that Britain neededwasa coalition. A man sat in a room, alone and silent. A single light swung above and cast a steady beam of light onto his moist olive skin. The only concealment he had was a single small cloth and the darkness that permeated throughout the room. He looked down towards the floor at all times and his arms were tied behind the chair. A slight squeak came from in the shadows, prompting the man to look up. "I know you are there. Let me see who you are." His command was met with silence, and the squeaking went away. Now, his eyes remained fixated on the dark void in front of him. Looking forward, his eyes caught a glimpse of a man's fist as it reached out from the shadows to strike him. His chair fell to the side, and he spat out a pool of blood." Non. You don't get to see me. I get to see you." The man laughed in reply, but did not entertain the figure with a response. Resting his head, he blankly stared forward." You will talk eventually. Tell me, how does it feel knowing that you failed your men? That of all the people to live, you survived? Did it hurt to watch them be picked off one by one?"" They were not men. They were boys."" Boys that took a government building in Tunis by force. Surely, it's appropriate to respond to force with force. Surely, it's reasonable to respond with killing when the assailants kill ten hostages."" I thought you Westerners preached forgiveness and peace." He retorted. Stepping into the light, the man revealed himself. A scar ran down the left side of his face and his head was clean-shaven. Locking eyes with the man on the ground, he responded. "That's how they view it. I am not a Westerner. I am a savage, just like you. You see, you and I are similar. We kill without remorse. When this is over, I won't have any issue going out into the field and killing hundreds more of your kind. And you... I'm sure you'd like to replicate this scar on the other side of my face. OUI?" He knelt down beside him. "Now, we can stop being savages for a short while. We can be civilized, and you can tell us what you know. In response, I'll be civilized and give you a fair treatment." The man perched his head up and spat blood in the figure's face. "I will not tell anything to a Frog." Wiping the blood from his face, the figure stood up. "Would you tell it to your wife?" The Frenchmen queried. Concern flooding his thoughts, the man looked up." You don't KNO..."" Small village outside Ramada. Top of the hill with a purple fabric hanging over the walls that she leaves out for days at a time. A child that has a knack for playing with animals he finds in the alleys. We know, and we can make all of that go away if you don't cooperate." The man looked at the Frenchmen with disbelief. "Like I said, you and I... we're both savages. You choose to let more French die in the future, and I choose to greenlight a raid on your home. It's an eye for an eye in a sinner's world. We already caught the cell in Paris, so there's no point in hiding the information." The man rested his head on the floor once more and tensed his face. "Monaco. There's a bank in Monaco that has been laundering funds for an organisation we're related to for years. They have ties to the royals. They're financed the attacks in New York. Gave the attackers money when they needed it."" Is there anything else we should know?"" The attack in Tunis was a decoy. The men you picked up in Paris were going to launch a series of attacks on the president's mansion and the parliament. The Monaco bank laundered funds to them to give them a penthouse overlooking the Eiffel Tower. That's all I know, just leave my family alone."" Thank you, I can assure you I have no need to harm your family anymore. I'll have to be leaving now. We have some bad guys to catch in Paris before they do bad things." The Frenchmen gave the man a condescending smile before eerily slipping into the darkness. Realizing that he had just compromised the attacks on Paris, the man let out a fierce scream as a door closed in the distance. Spencer Cox went down to the meeting room." everyone's ready, your holiness."' good. Now you know why we are here. For operation Holy Cross, the Crusade against our neighbor, Colorado. We are going to march in the 1st infantry regiment to secure the capital, we will then simply annex the region into Desert. With this success that will boost up my chances at being re elect- her I mean allow more free will over all who live there, in the name of god."the general of the Mormon Army stood up.' yes, Hugo?"" shouldn't we focus on domestic issues, our economy is struggling to keep up and I heard of a mutiny by a patrol unit near Aztec Khan."" well if they do mutiny, teach em a lesson in steel and blood."" yes sir, but that will only make the prob-"cox pulled out his gun and shot him in the arm." ow! What the fuck?!"" don't disagree with me or the next one will go to your brain!"" y- yes sir."" good. Now, deploy the 5,000 men of the Militia to the Desert, Colorado boarder."" yes sir." Alexander watched as his men landed and overtook a small town nearby. Luckily, there were only around 500 or so Ottoman military men and police forces so it wasn't over quickly. Once this was done, Alexander gave the order for the 5 tanks to land and the transports carrying the heavy weaponry such as 4 AA guns, some missile launchers, and heavy machine guns. Alexander then finally landed when all the weaponry was on shore and ordered a sergeant to give him the details of the landing. The news was mostly good on how the local population was easily quieted and how the Byzantines only lost 145 men in the attack. However, he was then told that the Ottoman forces had time to send a message and the Byzantines got the reply, which was that the local military base will send 7,000 men with 15 tanks and some air force. He then ordered for the Byzantines to go inside the town, the ships to go to a nearby island with 500 men and 2 AA guns and stay hidden, and then the remaining 2 AA guns will be put near the center of the town hidden and the tanks to be hidden from view as well. With this done, Alexander ordered 5,000 of his men to flank the Ottoman army that was coming and attack the base as planned. Since it was 7,000 men, the Ottoman base couldn't have more than 1,000 men until reinforcements came which shouldn't be for some time and by then, Alexander would be there. MeanwhileDimitri sat down and wrote 2 letters that he felt were needed to be done as soon as possible. To Oswald Luxemburger Dimitri have seen your offer and I gladly accept. If you can, I would like around 50 tanks and modern weapons delivered to Rhodes. In return, once we defeat the Ottomans, you will have your side of the deal. Signed, Dimitri of the Byzantines To France From Dimitri, Dimitri, request on the behalf of the Byzantine Empire aid to defeat the Ottomans. We are aware that the French want the Ottomans to fall, and we can help with this goal. Please reply soon as possible. Signed, Dimitri of the Byzantines Scandinavian Union - Scandinavia Forefinger"...in international news, this evening, we report that by a vote of 388-112, the Authing parliament passed a measure to fund joint military operations in the Middle East. With the American Union, the Confederate States of America, Britain, and France, the Scandinavian Union is now dedicated to the capture and of Osama bin Laden and to the eradication of extremist forces in the region. It is expected that units of Varangian Guards will precede fighters from the Norse Air Force and perhaps a naval presence if required. Members of the scientific community have been engaging in talks with Britain, France, and other European nations in an effort to kick-start renewed endeavors and missions within a European Space Agency. The hope is that an international effort may have Europe on par with and contributing to the exploration and development of space with NASA, JAVA, and the China National Space Administration. Projects include the development of an Orbital Delivery Vehicle capable of launching and returning without need for rockets, carrying cargoes into orbit and to the International Space Station - and perhaps someday to the moon. Here at home, Saab Group have revealed the pre-production model of the fifth-generation multirole fighter, the WAS 41 Drake, seen here:...for N3, the Norse News Network, I'm Dag Andersen. Good night." United commonwealth of Ayrshire wrote:To: Serbia From: Britain Good evening, You may be aware of the letter which was sent to our Prime Minister by yours. The letter was, frankly, a kick in the teeth. Tony Blair says that he has never been so insulted by a letter in his life, and I have to say I agree. Tough steps are going to have to be taken now, I'm afraid. Here is our plan of action, to be implemented by the end of the month.-All diplomatic relations are now broken off, effective immediately.-Our embassy in Belgrade will be closed and dismantled by two weeks time. We give you the same time period to leave London, or else we will have to liquidate your embassy's assets without compensation.-All public sector trade with Serbian companies will be broken off, without compensation, within the next 14 days. Again, if the Serbian companies do not leave within 14 days, we will liquidate their assets without compensation. We are also going to discuss sanctions in parliament in the next week or so, and, depending on the opinion of our MPs, they will be or won't be implemented against your country. So, you have 14 days to shut down this embassy before we liquidate your assets here. Yours, Jack Straw, Foreign Secretary of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland Second Kosovo War Pristina has been conquered. Albanians in Kosovo escaped to Albania and Serbian population that was forced out of Kosovo has returned making Kosovo's population Serbian again. Every LA and Albanian soldier that has been arrested is executed for the crimes committed against Serbs during First Kosovo War. In other hand Kosovo has been fully annexed by Serbian forces. When Vladimir got the letter from UK, he giggled and replied To: Tony Blair From: Vladimir AndjelkovicHah...that was insulting him? I wonder how would a real insult end like. Also, we don't need any trade with you or anything. And as well if I shut embassy down that will just help me since there's been many anti-western protests in front of US and British embassies....and we have Russia on our side so we don't need to worry that much. And it's a deal. I will shut those companies down. Anyway I don't really need them. In Syria, al-Rashid members are advancing to Serbia, it may be a journey, but its worth it, they want at least 100 casualties today, and they attack, but before, they start peaceful, marching around They then run at a group of people, they have hostages, pulling weapons, they fire at anything that moves, finally they stop after about an hour, then, a day later, a letter is sent to the leader of Serbia, Vladimir AndjelkovicFrom, Al-Rashid, Anon. Mr. Vladimir, I would like to inform you that I have chosen you, WE, have chosen you, to be the target, prepare for attacks, French Forces Occupy Monaco Paris - The Grand Army of the Republic has enacted a military mobilization on its own soil, proceeding to occupy the small city-state of Monaco. Though the occupation came unannounced, there was only minor conflict with civil authorities or defense personnel. Nearly a thousand troops with twenty tanks and roughly a hundred armored and unarmored wheeled vehicles marched into the city, catching the civilians off guard in their daily routines. Streets were cleared as the tanks proceeded to the center of the city, and troops proceeded to enter and secure key buildings such as the CMB Monaco and the National Council. The Prince's Palace fell with eight casualties, all coming from Monaco defense forces within the structure. Two men were killed, and the rest were hospitalized. The principality is now under full military occupation. A spokesperson for the French government announced that the operation was enacted after the military had concluded both the CMB Monaco, the prince, and numerous officials in the National Council were involved in money laundering schemes that financed terrorist operations. According to a disclosed remark from a top intelligence officer, there was solid evidence that the principality was in concert with Al-Qaeda nearly seven months ago, but recent events have eliminated any doubt. According to the same official, this evidence pointed to CMB Monaco indirectly financing the recent attacks in Tunisia, an attempted attack in Paris, and the 9/11 attacks in New York. The official continued, stating that the evidence pointed to upper echelons of the Ottoman government being involved in the finance scam, and even knowingly harboring terrorist suspects. He remarked, "The government will surely have a lot to think about. The Ottomans have two options: either hand over the terrorists they're harboring, or face the consequences." Consequently, the Grand Army of the Republic has mobilized its naval forces and has moved to reinforce Cyprus with further air and naval defenses. There is no word on whether ground troops are being mobilized, though it was suggested that Marines are being prepared for a deployment in "places of interest". Beijing, China President Jiang looked at the reports that had been pouring in since the start of the week. War in Europe, threatening to escalate and spiral out of control. A Serbian force seemingly ready to fight any army and the UK now poised to intervene. It was a little surprising considering the speed of things. Then, there was the issue of French forces moving. The war on terrorism seemed to provide plenty of reasons for the mobilization of forces. Yet, Jiang concerned himself little with Western affairs. They would not affect China in any way. The conflict would not affect China, and the purchases of Chinese goods would continue. Nothing to be worried about for now. There were more pressing issues at hand. His commanders were pressing for a Chinese show of force to reassert Chinese territorial claims. There was the ever annoying issue of Taiwan. They had been quiet all this while, having only low-key meetings. Fortunately, other governments had been playing it smart, never openly acknowledging Taiwan's sovereignty. Such a move would only result in open retaliation with economic sanctions and harassing of Taiwanese vessels. Maintaining the status quo for a moment longer would not matter - the National Congress had agreed long ago that China would bide its time and covertly support a pro-reunification leader in Formosa. It was only a matter of time that there would be an undisputed People's Republic of China. Hong Kong on the other hand, was a different matter. Losing the first opium war had cost China Hong Kong, and since 1841 it was a constant reminder of humiliation by the British. Then in World War 2 the Japanese had left a permanent scar in 南京 (Nanjing). Deng had asked that China bide its time before returning the favor - the Chinese saying went "君子報仇，十年不晚" (One can wait forever to take revenge) - and now this was its time. With invasions across the world, there was no way in which the UK and its allies could hope to hold on to Hong Kong. Better yet, it could even go unnoticed. Jiang had agreed with his generals only yesterday to prepare for a full mobilization. It would be known to the public as a large scale military exercise combining all three services of the People's Liberation Army. The PLA would strike fast and strike hard at Hong Kong under a made-up casus belli - the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the department of communications would see that the propaganda was convincing and drew sympathy. Instructions had been handed down to ensure that all necessary logistics were in place, allowing the army to execute within 2 hours of the order being given - the air force and navy was put on immediate standby. On the side of foreign affairs, Premier Zhu would undertake a trip to reaffirm ties with China's closest allies. At 5pm, Jiang stood up and left his office for home, knowing that it would be a long week ahead. House of Commons, London There was a thunderous debate taking place in London this morning. It was the final round of speeches to be made before the issue of sanctions on Serbia went to vote. Dennis Skinner, who was vehemently anti-sanctions and a Labour Party rebel, spoke first in his usual style of expertly-delivered prose." Now, we've heard some... Interesting, arguments so far this week. But the problem is, as usual in this house, that there is no perspective. So, allow me to provide some. What we're really talking about here is ideological sanctions. We are going to put sanctions on a country because they are communist, whereas we are capitalist. I thought we'd got over this kind of immaturity soon after the Second World War. Well, I've got some news for you all-Some of us aren't capitalist. Are you going to sanction me?" Some members of the house giggled at this remark." The difference, clearly, between myself and Serbia, is that the Serbians sent a letter to make our Prime Minister a little bit upset." More laughter from the house." Although, to be honest, I think my speeches often have the same effect on Mr. Blair." By now the house was in hysterics." But, now... Now... (Skinner waited for the laughter to die down). Now, I hope I've got my message across. These sanctions are completely hypocritical, and I absolutely urge you to oppose the idea of placing them on Serbia in the name of democracy and the right for people to choose the ideology of their own country. Thank you." Large roars of "heeeeeaarrrrr," filled the chamber, until John Bercow the Conservative stood up to argue Skinner, a task that is never easy." Well, I, for one, love the special... Perspective that the honorable gentleman for Bosworth always puts across." A few chuckles came from the Tory benches." But the fact is this. It's not that Tony Blair was made a bit upset. It's the fact that Serbia diplomatically insulted the United Kingdom. Furthermore, it's not the fact that we're against communism. Furthermore, it's the fact that we're against the creation of communism without a democratic vote on the issue!" Cries of "Heeeaarr!"" We need to act for the sake of our reputation abroad and for the sake of the Serbian people themselves. So, I urge you to pass this motion today and send the Serbian government a very clear message!" The vote then took place.365 for193 against The sanctions were placed on Serbia immediately. Serbia already knew the consequences if they didn't force their businesses and embassy to leave the country within the next few days.10 Downing Street, London That evening, Tony Blair was busy trying to assort a coalition in order to invade the Ottoman Empire. He knew for sure that France would be interested, and that Scandinavia maybe would be too, with the recent goings-on throughout the world. Because of this, these were the two countries which he sent messages to. To: France From: Britain Greetings, I noticed yesterday that you annexed Monaco into your republic. This is a move that we actually support, as it means that terrorists in Western Europe no longer have a base from which to carry out their money operations. So, my congratulations to you. But, there is still a far more pressing issue, and that is that the Ottoman Republic is housing the terrorists that caused 9/11. We need to act on this. We have already voted to join any possible coalition of states against the Ottomans, but now there is no coalition available. So, we have taken the creation of one into our own hands. We are able to contribute 48,000 troops to a possible coalition, along with our Mediterranean fleet of ships and a fair chunk of our air force. We are also going to invite Scandinavia to join the coalition. Our nations have been allies for over 100 years now, so it would be wonderful to go into battle with you once again. Yours, Tony Blair, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland To: Scandinavia From: Britain Greetings, Our countries have been friendly for many years. We admire very much the welfare state that you have successfully managed to implement for such a long time in your constituent countries. So, we would be honored if you were to join us on a coalition to invade the Ottoman Republic. We can contribute 48,000 troops, our Mediterranean fleet and some of our air force. We have also invited France. I hope you consider and join us on the war against terrorism, Tony Blair, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland Reunification Montenegro fell into economic crisis. Serbia took the opportunity and began taking control of Montenegro slowly. As well Montenegrin president got assassinated by one of criminal organizations which made Montenegro become Serbian puppet state. In other way Serbia wanted to reunify with Macedonia before annexing Montenegro. Serbian army marched into Macedonia annexing Humanoid. Macedonia on other hand just began mobilizing and if they aren't fast enough they will be annexed easy. Seeing the threats of UK. Serbia builds up relations with Russia so they can get enough protection preventing the West from stopping Serbia from forming Yugoslavia. The Syrian Arab Independence Army (SAID) is a pro-Syrian Independence and anti-Ottoman rebel group in the Ottoman Federal Republic. The Independence Army contains around 12,000-15,000 armed guerrilla men, well-trained and ready to fight against the Ottoman government. The SAID's main area of operations is the city of Damascus, but it also operates in other cities near Damascus, since that's where the liberation of Syria will start from. The "Liberation of Syria" or the "Syrian Independence Movement" was started when firstly the Syrian Arab Independence Army started attacks on Ottoman troops." See that tank there?" asked a Syrian militant, the other one replied "Yea, it's an Ottoman Leopard.", "I can see that, what do you think shall we do, capture it or destroy it?", "I'd go with capture it, but we will need our comrades with us". The two militants went to the Syrian Arab Independence Army High Commander, he knew something was going on, so he asked them "Anything new? Saw something?", one answered "Yes, we saw an Ottoman Leopard tank, we don't know which variant it is, but we ALS-", he was interrupted by the other militant, as he was looking through his binoculars, "SH*T! THE OTTOMANS GOT REINFORCEMENTS!". "Alright, men! Get ready for a fight! FOR AN INDEPENDENT SYRIA!" shouted out the High Commander, same with the others shouting "FOR AN INDEPENDENT SYRIA!". All of them grabbed their AK-47s and Cassava M70s, some were also armed with Word machine guns. A few mortars were also placed, and not also many are armed with an anti-tank weapon, such as the RPG-7. The Syrians charged at the Ottomans, with one of them carrying the flag of Syria, all of them took cover or either started shooting. One of the Syrians saw an Ottoman Leopard tank approaching, he stood up having an RPG-7 on his shoulder, he aimed and shot at the tank. The tank got heavily damaged, it was not able to either move or shoot, but it wasn't completely destroyed. Only one Ottoman soldier was killed inside the tank, others were pulled out and shot. Another Syrian started shooting out of his M70 assault rifle, he killed one Ottoman and injured also one, before he himself also got heavily injured."FIRE!" and a mortar fired at Ottomans. The mortar shell destroyed the Ottomans' munition supplies as it hit the crates. It was a big explosion, and it is also unknown if anyone got killed or injured. The Syrians living in the Damascus area were in danger since each morning, the Ottomans would send fighter aircraft or helicopter aircraft to open fire at the Syrian militants. Most of the Syrians that are part of the Syrian Arab Independence Army have a family, so a very few have been killed together with their families by the Ottomans. The Syrian militants usually capture the Ottomans who shoot civilians, and try to get any information out of them, if not, they will be executed. Since the Ottoman Federal Republic is full of rebels willing to free their country from Ottoman control, Syrian militants are using the advantage to put the Ottomans under a lot of pressure, and push them back off Syrian territory and finally free Syria. "GO! GO! WE'LL DISTRACT THEM! TRY NOT TO BE KILLED! NOW GO!" shouted out a Syrian Lieutenant to his soldiers, while his team is distracting the Ottoman forces. The Syrian militants in one line of the defense, helped the other ones capture an Ottoman APC, same with two BM-21 Grads that were next to the APC. Currently, the Syrian Arab Independence Army is putting the Ottoman government under pressure and is also doing its best to liberate Syria from the oppressive Ottoman regime. Many things are planned, and the Syrians will be capturing and destroying even more Ottoman equipment. Each day, the SAID will grow stronger and stronger. World Health OrganisationThe World Health Organization has received reports of a disease outbreak coming from all across the world. First seen in China, this disease which looks like a Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS) is now visible all across the world. SARS is now on all five continents, and is thought to be extremely dangerous - some have even said that this might be the second case of a Black Death. Symptoms include shortness of breath, fever, severe fatigue and there have been deaths occurring within 48 hours of contracting SARS. All governments have responded by sending medical experts to respond to this situation. Borders between countries have been closed temporarily to deal with the crisis. While this is of great concern, there is general optimism, and it is believed that a cure will be developed and can be implemented within 120 hours as a breakthrough has been made.---------------------As a result of this event, no country will be invading another for the next 120 hours, effective now till 19th June GMT 1300 hours. Troops in another country may not be resupplied nor withdrawn. Any mobilization of the military will take place only internally, without contacting other players. Agreements, alliances and meetings between governments will continue as usual without being affected. There is no need for mention of this event in IC posts. The WHO also foresees that governments which do not comply will see future outbreaks within their nation which may permanently cripple both their economic and military complex. Cox laughed along with his Minister of health" a disease is going around, what's new?!"" I don't know."" fuck you, man, anyway, increase the building of hospitals from 55 to 900."" why sir, that will only make the problem worse?"" how/"" we need workers to build them, they will catch the disease, and we will get sick!"" hmm, good. Execute anyone with the symptoms."" what?!"" you heard me. Execute anyone who is carrying the disease."" I- I can't that's wrong. We need to cure, not kill.""well there won't BE anyone to cure if they are all dead. So contain the infected then begin to bomb them with the jets."' I can't argue with that logic."' good. Prepare he jets."" yes sir." Carriebean7 wrote:Cox laughed along with his Minister of health" a disease is going around, what's new?!"" I don't know."" fuck you, man, anyway, increase the building of hospitals from 55 to 900."" why sir, that will only make the problem worse?"" how/"" we need workers to build them, they will catch the disease, and we will get sick!"" hmm, good. Execute anyone with the symptoms."" what?!"" you heard me. Execute anyone who is carrying the disease."" I- I can't that's wrong. We need to cure, not kill.""well there won't BE anyone to cure if they are all dead. So contain the infected then begin to bomb them with the jets."' I can't argue with that logic."' good. Prepare he jets."" yes sir."IOC:Good god, Cox is going to probably die while shooting a gun at someone from an invasion coalition. Dutch land-UK-Prussia wrote:Carriebean7 wrote:Cox laughed along with his Minister of health" a disease is going around, what's new?!"" I don't know."" fuck you, man, anyway, increase the building of hospitals from 55 to 900."" why sir, that will only make the problem worse?"" how/"" we need workers to build them, they will catch the disease, and we will get sick!"" hmm, good. Execute anyone with the symptoms."" what?!"" you heard me. Execute anyone who is carrying the disease."" I- I can't that's wrong. We need to cure, not kill.""well there won't BE anyone to cure if they are all dead. So contain the infected then begin to bomb them with the jets."' I can't argue with that logic."' good. Prepare he jets."" yes sir."IOC:Good god, Cox is going to probably die while shooting a gun at someone from an invasion coalition.IOC: haha I know. General Alexander watched as the Ottoman army came to the city. He was about to comment to his second in command on how poorly the Ottomans were at fighting and how easy this battle would be when Ottoman planes came in and started bombing houses and killing hidden Byzantine troops. He thought about where the 2 AA guns were when he noticed from a distance that some planes were getting shot by one AA gun. Furthermore, he was then told the other was disabled by civilians who worked undercover by the Ottomans, and it would be back online within 15 to 20 minutes. Furthermore, he cursed their bad luck and ordered the tanks and all of his men to be sent out and fight the Ottoman army. Furthermore, he would rather have them fight in open battle even with the Ottoman's modern weapons then wait for all of them to be bombed to death by the Ottoman Air Force. And if they engage them on the battlefield, the planes would have to stop bombing or risk hitting their own men. Meanwhile, he and a few advisers ran to an underground bunker under the regional mayor's palace, no doubt a base because this region was prone to Byzantine and Syrian rebel attacks. There, he had a few men go back and forth updating him on the battle, and mostly it was good news, and he was then told after 25 minutes both AA guns were firing the Ottoman air force was almost gone by now and it is safe to come out. On the battle itself, over 5,000 Ottomans were believed to troop dead but at a deadly cost, with around 7000 Byzantines dead and a tank to be down. The battle was still going on when he looked into the distance and saw more men coming their way and worried if it was Ottomans. But he was then told it was 1,000 Byzantines as they easily took over the base and sent 1000 to help them out. Now he was more sure of a victory and ordered for the Byzantines to try a new offensive in the battle to win now and end it as they needed to go for cover the military base provided as quickly as possible. To: The Right Honorable Tony Blair, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom Encryption: ANSI Red Sixth Scandinavian Union enjoys a long and prosperous relationship with the United Kingdom, and we look forward to a peaceful future. The Norse deplore any acts of cowardice and terrorism and abhor those who would carry them out. In the efforts to capture and adjudicate terrorists and their leaders, the Scandinavian Union will commit to the Coalition. Three Varangian Guards regiments, numbering nearly 5000 elite troops; two squadrons of WAS 39 Ripen fighters, for air superiority and strike missions; and four Daring-class destroyers for support and missile defense will be deployed to the region. It is the wish of Scandinavia that the Ottoman Republic maintain its sovereignty while they cooperate with the prosecution of the terrorist groups operating within their borders. We would make it clearly known that our wish is not to supplant the rightful government, nor to allow this counter-terror mission to be used as an excuse for imperialist endeavors. To do any differently would place us on par with the very criminal organizations we hope to eradicate. We believe our friends will understand and agree. In service, Stefan K. SolbergMinister of Foreign Affairs Norse Senate, Scandinavian Union Guangzhou, Guangdong Province The three men seated at the table were solemn. Behind them were their second-in-commands, taking notes for their superiors. This was not a task usually done by Majors in the People's Liberation Army (PLA), but the secrecy of the meeting demanded it. Months of planning had gone into this, and the PLA could afford to do no wrong at this stage. The battle of Hong Kong would be a demonstration of the prowess of the PLA. It would also put the ability of the four services of the PLA to work in unison, something that had never been attempted in a real battle even though it had been done numerous times in training exercises. Politically, it would also underscore China's resolve to maintain its sovereignty. Nuclear nation, P5 power - no matter who it was China would not hesitate to achieve its aims through military means if diplomacy failed. Negotiations had fallen apart in 1982 with the British refusing to give any ground on returning Hong Kong to China. The British could maintain an empire if it wanted, but it would not include any of China's territory. Troops from the Guangzhou Military Region would be used due to its proximity to Hong Kong. The 41st and 42nd Group Army would be utilized. Of the 180,000 personnel, 60,000 troops and 400 tanks had been picked out with a few artillery pieces in reserve. Major General Qin of the PLA Ground Forces aimed to secure Hong Kong in 20 hours. The overwhelming force and quick advance would hopefully intimidate the British garrison of an estimated 10,000 troops into an immediate surrender with little collateral damage. His troops would then install order and guard against any force that sought to intervene - an unlikely scenario, but this was military protocol and would be good training. The fight on the ground was not the main concern. The British navy had an extensive presence in Hong Kong. A destroyer and 3 frigates formed the surface fleet, and it was thought that there were 4–6 submarines as well. The South Sea fleet at Guangzhou was the closest to Hong Kong yet also incidentally the biggest. Admiral Lin's fleet was well-equipped - there was the Liaoning, the PLA Navy's capital ship, 9 destroyers, 17 frigates, 8 submarines and other auxiliaries. Despite the great advantage he wielded in numbers, Lin also had the toughest orders. The order had come down from President Jiang himself to capture or destroy the surface fleet - Lin had decided he would err on the side of caution and destroy the British ships at the first sign of retaliation. He was also to capture or destroy the entire submarine force, which was tough since the subs could escape easily at the first sign of an invasion. His force would split into 2 groups to hunt the submarines down and force them to surface the moment the British surface fleet was annihilated. Help would also come from the PLA Air Force to locate the submarines since they would be close to shore. Should the submarine force not be subdued within the first 16 hours, there would be little chance of hunting them down in the open ocean. In the air, Air Force Major General Tan was tasked with achieving air supremacy and assisting the PLA Ground Forces and the PLA Navy. 150 fighters would secure the skies against the estimated 40 or so fighters in Hong Kong. Tan hoped to win the battle on the ground rather than the sky - 100 bombers would destroy all runways and prevent the British from scrambling their planes. The cargo planes and helicopters would not be able to get away; the majority of the helicopters would be caught on the ground or taken out by fighters while the British would prioritize their combat planes over the logistical ones. Tan hoped a sizable number of cargo planes would be captured to supplement the divisions under his command. This was the general plan that had been decided a few weeks ago; this meeting was for coordination purposes and for each commander to highlight any logistical constraint that they might face. There was none; this force could be easily mistaken as half of the invasion force that was tasked with taking Formosa. Indeed, this unnecessary display of force was to intimidate the government across the Strait while allowing China to further assert claims in the South China Sea. All that was left was for President Jiang to give the order - the worst fear of the 3 men was for the invasion to be called off after such preparation had been made. Killeen wrote:World Health OrganisationThe World Health Organization has received reports of a disease outbreak coming from all across the world. First seen in China, this disease which looks like a Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS) is now visible all across the world. SARS is now on all five continents, and is thought to be extremely dangerous - some have even said that this might be the second case of a Black Death. Symptoms include shortness of breath, fever, severe fatigue and there have been deaths occurring within 48 hours of contracting SARS. All governments have responded by sending medical experts to respond to this situation. Borders between countries have been closed temporarily to deal with the crisis. While this is of great concern, there is general optimism, and it is believed that a cure will be developed and can be implemented within 120 hours as a breakthrough has been made. ---------------------As a result of this event, no country will be invading another for the next 120 hours, effective now till 19th June GMT 1300 hours. Troops in another country may not be resupplied nor withdrawn. Any mobilization of the military will take place only internally, without contacting other players. Agreements, alliances and meetings between governments will continue as usual without being affected. There is no need for mention of this event in IC posts. The WHO also foresees that governments which do not comply will see future outbreaks within their nation which may permanently cripple both their economic and military complex.IOC:Congrats, you just killed the role-play now that nobody can do anything to do with anything military. Killeen wrote:World Health OrganisationThe World Health Organization has received reports of a disease outbreak coming from all across the world. First seen in China, this disease which looks like a Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS) is now visible all across the world. SARS is now on all five continents, and is thought to be extremely dangerous - some have even said that this might be the second case of a Black Death. Symptoms include shortness of breath, fever, severe fatigue and there have been deaths occurring within 48 hours of contracting SARS. All governments have responded by sending medical experts to respond to this situation. Borders between countries have been closed temporarily to deal with the crisis. While this is of great concern, there is general optimism, and it is believed that a cure will be developed and can be implemented within 120 hours as a breakthrough has been made. ---------------------As a result of this event, no country will be invading another for the next 120 hours, effective now till 19th June GMT 1300 hours. Troops in another country may not be resupplied nor withdrawn. Any mobilization of the military will take place only internally, without contacting other players. Agreements, alliances and meetings between governments will continue as usual without being affected. There is no need for mention of this event in IC posts. The WHO also foresees that governments which do not comply will see future outbreaks within their nation which may permanently cripple both their economic and military complex.IOC:Really? I'm invading Macedonia currently. And who said I close border? I can close border whenever I want, and you are not saying what are we going to do. And from when are you controlling the world and saying what is going to happen to it. That might be in your nation but not in ours. Seriously. Serbian Empire wrote:Killeen wrote:World Health OrganisationThe World Health Organization has received reports of a disease outbreak coming from all across the world. First seen in China, this disease which looks like a Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS) is now visible all across the world. SARS is now on all five continents, and is thought to be extremely dangerous - some have even said that this might be the second case of a Black Death. Symptoms include shortness of breath, fever, severe fatigue and there have been deaths occurring within 48 hours of contracting SARS. All governments have responded by sending medical experts to respond to this situation. Borders between countries have been closed temporarily to deal with the crisis. While this is of great concern, there is general optimism, and it is believed that a cure will be developed and can be implemented within 120 hours as a breakthrough has been made. ---------------------As a result of this event, no country will be invading another for the next 120 hours, effective now till 19th June GMT 1300 hours. Troops in another country may not be resupplied nor withdrawn. Any mobilization of the military will take place only internally, without contacting other players. Agreements, alliances and meetings between governments will continue as usual without being affected. There is no need for mention of this event in IC posts. The WHO also foresees that governments which do not comply will see future outbreaks within their nation which may permanently cripple both their economic and military complex.IOC:Really? I'm invading Macedonia currently. And who said I close border? I can close border whenever I want, and you are not saying what are we going to do. And from when are you controlling the world and saying what is going to happen to it. That might be in your nation but not in ours. Seriously. The concept of random events seems to be lost on you. This event was aimed at halting any military operation, including yours. I'm posting this on behalf of OP, who has sanctioned this - all this information I've mentioned in the IOC thread. And yes, there is an IOC thread, so if you're going to post something IOC do it there. Reunification Montenegro was being annexed. While Serbian army in Macedonia tricked Macedonian army and except attacking Skopje, capital of Macedonia which is the nearby city to Humanoid where Serbian forces were, Serbian army went to Price and occupied it as quickly as possible since there wasn't that much of protection there. Serbian forces are surrounding Skopje which Macedonian troops will have hard time protecting it. Casualties for Serbia were 203 while there are 111 dead. For Macedonia there are 302 casualties and 400 dead since Serbs attacked by surprise. Serbian artillery began attacks on Macedonian military bases as well. Serbian army in Price Mr. Orion sat in his chair looking on his computer checking for Emails. When his assistant came to him and told him something."Uhh, sir we need to find a business partner soon as our Operatives are getting a little a worried." Mr. Orion laughed "Well tell them that we can't work as there is a disease going around which would be dangerous to ignore! But I do agree we need a partner so I guess I'll look for one, it can't be hard." He asked his assistant to leave. He wrote mail letter. Dear Leader Of A Great Nation, I'll keep this short. I am the CEO of a company called O.R.I.O.N, and I am willing to make deals with you, anything a conventional company would never do is our market. We can operate as a private military, or we can kill a leader, or maybe you want a prisoner transferred? Anything you need. All this will cost a price though as life is not cheap! We hope to do business with you! Signed, Mr. Orion. Mr. Orion signed the letter and sent it to be produced and sent to leader of nations. Dreamed wrote:Mr. Orion sat in his chair looking on his computer checking for Emails. When his assistant came to him and told him something."Uhh, sir we need to find a business partner soon as our Operatives are getting a little a worried." Mr. Orion laughed "Well tell them that we can't work as there is a disease going around which would be dangerous to ignore! But I do agree we need a partner so I guess I'll look for one, it can't be hard." He asked his assistant to leave. He wrote mail letter. Dear Leader Of A Great Nation, I'll keep this short. I am the CEO of a company called O.R.I.O.N, and I am willing to make deals with you, anything a conventional company would never do is our market. We can operate as a private military, or we can kill a leader, or maybe you want a prisoner transferred? Anything you need. All this will cost a price though as life is not cheap! We hope to do business with you! Signed, Mr. Orion. Mr. Orion signed the letter and sent it to be produced and sent to leader of nations. Cox got the letter." ya wonder if they sell arms?"" no not really."" well the elections are tomorrow, how am I doing in the polls?"" it's dead even sir."" hmm, damn, 50 50. Let's bribe a few church leaders in order for the moral majority to triumph."" yes sir."the aide left and Cox began to type up a response. Dear Mr. Orion, we would be pleased to commence business with us, provided you sell firearms, and maybe we can work out some sort of protection deal, where we buy your guns, and you provide us protection. Cox of Desert. Carriebean7 wrote:Dreamed wrote:Mr. Orion sat in his chair looking on his computer checking for Emails. When his assistant came to him and told him something."Uhh, sir we need to find a business partner soon as our Operatives are getting a little a worried." Mr. Orion laughed "Well tell them that we can't work as there is a disease going around which would be dangerous to ignore! But I do agree we need a partner so I guess I'll look for one, it can't be hard." He asked his assistant to leave. He wrote mail letter. Mr. Orion signed the letter and sent it to be produced and sent to leader of nations. Cox got the letter." ya wonder if they sell arms?"" no not really."" well the elections are tomorrow, how am I doing in the polls?"" it's dead even sir."" hmm, damn, 50 50. Let's bribe a few church leaders in order for the moral majority to triumph."" yes sir." the aide left and Cox began to type up a response. Dear Mr. Orion, we would be pleased to commence business with us, provided you sell firearms, and maybe we can work out some sort of protection deal, where we buy your guns, and you provide us protection. Cox of Desert. Mr. Orion was working when his assistant came into the room and told him a letter came for him. He asked for it and read it. Mr. Orion thought. This seemed like a great deal, make money and have a partner so he wrote a letter back. Dear Cox Of Desert would be willing to provide arms and "Protection" for a price. The price will depend on the amount of arms and the need of "Protection"I also require that you take responsibility in case someone blabs about this. Sorry for the short message. Signed From A Partner, Mr. Orion Mr. Orion signed the letter and mailed it to Desert smiling knowing he has a partner. Cox grinned." this is good. We will need weapons in order to stop those extremists!"" yes. It is sir."he got out a piece of paper.TO: Mr. Orion, with respect. This is great! We will need 35,000 Mac 11s, 1,000 RPG-7s, and 60,000 AK-47s. We need protection from a splinter group of Mormons called the Holy cross of Desert, they have been smearing my re-election campaign and damaging my popularity, and I cannot have that. They have even bombed a bus station last week and killed my nephew Harold! Plus the other 51 people there, but they don't matter. I hope you will guard the weapons with great security and caution, I do not want those terrorists having a single RPG!plus I will take all responsibility for this. Carriebean7 wrote:Cox grinned. " This is good. We will need weapons in order to stop those extremists!"" yes. It is sir." he got out a piece of paper. TO: Mr. Orion, with respect. This is great! We will need 35,000 Mac 11s, 1,000 RPG-7s, and 60,000 AK-47s. We need protection from a splinter group of Mormons called the Holy cross of Desert, they have been smearing my re-election campaign and damaging my popularity, and I cannot have that. They have even bombed a bus station last week and killed my nephew Harold! Plus the other 51 people there, but they don't matter. I hope you will guard the weapons with great security and caution, I do not want those terrorists having a single RPG! Plus I will take all responsibility for this. Mr. Orion Got the response letter." My God that's a lot of guns. Still he wrote a letter back To:Mr. CoxFrom:Mr. OrionSubject:Dealer. Cox I Calculated the amount it would cost for me to make this deal and this is what it came up.36,000,000 for Mac 11's 14,000,000 for AK-47's and 200,000 for those rocket launchers. The Price for "Protection" would be 10,000,000 Just for this deal. The Total price for this is 60,200,000Signed Mr. OrionHe mailed the letter to Desert again. Dreamed wrote:Carriebean7 wrote:Cox grinned. " This is good. We will need weapons in order to stop those extremists!"" yes. It is sir." he got out a piece of paper. TO: Mr. Orion, with respect. This is great! We will need 35,000 Mac 11s, 1,000 RPG-7s, and 60,000 AK-47s. We need protection from a splinter group of Mormons called the Holy cross of Desert, they have been smearing my re-election campaign and damaging my popularity, and I cannot have that. They have even bombed a bus station last week and killed my nephew Harold! Plus the other 51 people there, but they don't matter. I hope you will guard the weapons with great security and caution, I do not want those terrorists having a single RPG! Plus I will take all responsibility for this. Mr. Orion Got the response letter." My God that's a lot of guns. Still he wrote a letter back To:Mr. CoxFrom:Mr. OrionSubject:Dealer. Cox I Calculated the amount it would cost for me to make this deal and this is what it came up.36,000,000 for Mac 11's 14,000,000 for AK-47's and 200,000 for those rocket launchers. The Price for "Protection" would be 10,000,000 Just for this deal. The Total price for this is 60,200,000Signed Mr. OrionHe mailed the letter to Desert again. Cox got the letter." how much money do we have?"the aide stood up slowly." 100 billion sir."" excellent! That will barely dent our economy!""sir, this isn't right."" you're right, let's kill you instead, guards!"two men in with rifles came in.' execute him by firing squad tomorrow and hire a new aide."" yes your holiness."as the man was being carried away he typed up a New letter.TO: Mr. Orion we will accept The offer. We wish for the weapons to be delivered to the Hill Air force Base in Clearfield. We will send the money over electronically. Have a nice day.FROM: Mr. Cox. New Yugoslavia formed As Skopje was surrounded completely. Serbs just marched form all sides occupying village to village, and town to town until making Macedonia surrender. Macedonia was fully annexed and annexation of Montenegro was as well done. In final occupation of Macedonia, there were 3,012 casualties and 2,001 deaths for Serbia and there were over 3,459 casualties for Macedonia and 3,503 deaths. Serbia official renamed herself to "Socialist Republic of Nova Yugoslavia". And as well Albanians were expelled from Macedonia and Kosovo to prevent any terrorism. Newly reformed Yugoslavia before uniting other ex-Yugoslav nations, decided to work on tourism, industry and agriculture. Various new roads are being constructed all through the country. And as well Yugoslavia paid various tourist companies on getting tourists to Yugoslavia. And Serbia is repairing the damage that army has caused. Flag of New Yugoslavia Desert Elections!today at 10 AM, the winner of the election was announced. Spencer Cox (Republican Party)ELECT: 10/24POP: 2,124,567David Harrisburg (Mormon Party) ELECT: 13/24POP; 2,306,789mary House hunter (independent)ELECT: 1/24POP: 345,600Harrisburg has won the election! The Congressional Representatives have changed:Previously: 2/50Mormon Party34/50 Republicans7/50 Libertarians 7/14 Farmers Union Now: 35/50 Mormon Party13/50 Libertarians1/50 Farmers Union1/50 Republicans Meanwhile, at the capitol building, Cox exploded with rage." are you fucking kidding me?! I lost the election! I want that fuck nut killed!"" s-sorry sir, we don't serve you, we serve David and you have a week to get out of the Presidential building."" ohhh you shit bags! Furthermore, I should fuck your mother!" Cox kicked a chair over as he left to pack. Carriebean7 wrote:Desert Elections! Today at 10 AM, the winner of the election was announced. (Image) Spencer Cox (Republican Party) ELECT: 10/24 POP: 2,124,567 (Image) David Harrisburg (Mormon Party) ELECT: 13/24POP; 2,306,789 Mary House hunter (independent) ELECT: 1/24 POP: 345,600 Harrisburg has won the election! The Congressional Representatives have changed: Previously: 2/50 Mormon Party 34/50 Republicans 7/50 Libertarians 7/14 Farmers Union Now: 35/50 Mormon Party 13/50 Libertarians 1/50 Farmers Union 1/50 Republicans Meanwhile, at the capitol building, Cox exploded with rage." are you fucking kidding me?! I lost the election! I want that fuck nut killed!"" s-sorry sir, we don't serve you, we serve David and you have a week to get out of the Presidential building."" ohhh you shit bags! Furthermore, I should fuck your mother!" Cox kicked a chair over as he left to pack. Mr. Orion saw the elections and laughed. He wrote a letter to him. Dear, Mr. CoxI Provide you The Deal Considering the situation with your presidency. Sorry I can't provide all those weapons for one man. Signed Mr. Orion Harrisburg entered the mansion." what a fine facility."" yes it is sir. I am Joseph."" like smith?"" no, tanner."" oh, so like john Tanner."" yep! That about it."he went upstairs to the office and saw a note lying on the desk. Curious, he picked it up and read it. TO: Harrisburg FROM: Cox you have bested me and I congratulate you. Your plans for this nation are quite Impressive, even to my standards. More Mormonism, and free healthcare? Genius. Why didn't I think of this! Granted, I now have to depart from my career of leader, though I may return someday to visit. I should have told you this earlier, but now seems like as good a time as ever. I had a deal with this company which I won't disclose, but search through my junk mail and you'll find it. It was basically about firearms, and that's all I am telling you. I wish you the Best of luck at your new job. He put the letter down.' firearms? What the heck?" Harrisburg got up and went downstairs." ah, hello!"" hi, I need a staff meeting with My Generals."" when?"" immediately." Harrisburg entered the huge room." hello your Holiness."" hello, let's get started."they nodded and all sat down.' now, we need to think of a plan."" for what?"" to get rid of the Holy Cross of Desert."" well we could bomb them."" no, that will cause civilian casualties, how about we raid their military bases."" and risk losing the leader, no."" how about we commit joint operations with our allies."" so Orion and Desert will both take out the rebels?"" basically, yes."" alright!"" yes!"" for sure!"" it is decided then, we will commence Operation GOD'S WRATH in 0300 hours."" yes sir!"

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